I rolled over and kissed Michelle good morning. We cuddled together for long minutes until a knock at the bedroom door made us seperate.
"Yes?" she called and the door opened as Airman Cathy Denon stuck her head in, "Breakfast in twenty you two. Time to rise and shine."
"Coffee?" I asked.
"Ready in fifteen, hot black and strong just the way I'm told you like it. You've got just enough time for a shower or a quickie before breakfast, but make sure it's a quickie. I get upset when the food gets cold before we eat." She closed the door and left.
Michelle opted for both, taking my cock in her hand and leading me to their small bathroom. We quickly relieved ourselves and crowded into the shower stall. Bracing my back against one wall I slid down so my feet were braced against the far one. She straddled me with her lithe body and settled herself onto me as we soaped our hands and washed each other's chests. For myself I spent most of my washing time paying attention to her high firm breasts. Lifting her off my hips I turned her around and bent her over as I entered her from behind and began cleaning her back as she washed her hair, wriggling back against me with the motions of her arms.
We finsihed during her rinse and she turned to kiss me before we began washing in earnest, nudging and bumping one another repeatedly as we did. We were still giggling like teenagers, arm in arm as we walked to the kitchen for Cathy's breakfast.
Cathy was singing along with the radio when we entered, "Love to Love You" by Donna Summer a new Disco artist. Michelle in her robe and I in my sweat pants and A-shirt had stopped in the doorway to watch as Cathy danced and gyrated between the stove and table placing out enough Eggs, Sausage, Bacon and toast for six people.
"When you're laying so close to me... there's no place I'd rather you be... than with me here," she sang as she moved about their small kitchen. Cathy was in a black mini-skirt and yellow spaghetti strap top that said 'Cocoa Cola' in bright red lettering across her breasts. The top was edged with a fine lace and allowed a large amount of cleavage to be displayed. The contrast of the shirt and her dark skin as she bounced around the room was something I found inticing. Seeing those large breasts of hers jiggle and her short skirt flounce about her hips as she moved, I was getting hard again. How well Michelle had taken care of me the night before and what we had just done meant nothing in the circumstances.
As one of the chorus' came up Michelle gently squeezed my arm and said, "Yeah, Love to love you, baby," and leaned up for a kiss.
At her words Cathy realised we were there and watched silently for a moment as we kissed before saying, "Hey! Breakfast is getting cold, let's eat! Coffee's on the counter Sarge."
"Devlin if you prefer," I said.
"Thanks, but I'll stick with Sarge. This way I won't make a mistake when we're on duty. I won't ask if you had a good night, the way you two kept waking me up I'm surprised you got any sleep at all." Michelle and I just smiled.
I had Cathy to thank for my being there, though if I'd known that eight weeks ago I would not have been thanking her.
On leave between assignments, I was standing in my mother's garage with the engine of my old Volkswagon Micro-bus completely disassembled and spread on the floor around my feet... it was then that the telephone rang. My leave was being terminated and I had to report early to my new assignment. Six hours saw the engine reassembled and reinstalled, then a sixteen hour non-stop drive got me to Nellis Air Force Base, my new posting, with only ten days of a projected forty day leave used. When I arrived, I found I had only three duty days to process into the base (a process which normally took seven to ten duty days) before I had to leave again for Texas and a training course there. By skipping a few local briefings and some Unit training - which I would have to make up later - I made it.
From the arrival of the initial telephone call, ending my vacation, until I had completed the five weeks of required classroom studies, aproximately eight weeks had passed. I'd taken my place in the queue with everyone else and accepted my certificate for the 'classroom studies' portion of the training. I still had no idea what I was doing retaking the course, it should not have been happening. I'd completed the jungle warfare course once already, in the Philipines, before I went to Vietanm six years earlier and it was not a 'repeatable' training course. Yet here I was repeating it.
Of course, part and parcel with my aggravation over what I considered another Air Force SNAFU (Situation Normal - All Fucked Up!), was the fact that since my return to the States nine weks ago, I had yet to get laid and I was frustrated as hell. I'd been in the Pacific Theater, hopping from one duty assignment to another for six years and I'd come home looking forward to some 'round-eye' nookie. It had taken me a week to locate an ex-high school girlfriend, who wasn't married, and set up a date, which I'd delayed so I could rebuild the old van's motor before going out. Opportunity, convenience, availability... you never knew... then the phone call came.
There'd been no time or opportunity at Nellis, and since my arrival at Lackland my duties and study workload had prevented any attempts at a social life. Until the last week.
I'd met an available waitress off post and made arrangements to spend the weekend with her following Graduation and before the field studies portion of the training was to start. I was definately going to get laid, at least I was until they handed me the envelope with my graduation certificate. It contained instructions to report immediately, early, to the Training Detachment at Camp Bullis, where the field training exercises were to begin Monday. Scrap the weekend on the beach with the good looking waitress. Oh well, probably too damn cold for the beach in late October anyway.
Imagine my surprise when I reported to the Detachment Commander's office and found four people gathered from past military bases of mine. The 'Commander' was Major Johnston from Mather Air Force Base in California, My former Chief of Security Police, now a Full Colonel. His Executive Officer was Lieutenant Michelle Kinnsey, formerly Sgt. Kinnsey from the same posting, whom I'd first met while she was hitchhiking across country. The NCOIC (non-commissioned officer in charge) of the Range was my first military training instructor, through Basic Training, then as my self-defense and range training officer during Security Police training. A Staff-Sergeant when we'd first met, he is now a Master Sergeant. The fourth person waiting to meet me was Senior Master Sergeant Gonzales, whom I'd known as a Technical Sergeant for a short time in Vietnam, now Chief of the Umpires at the training detachment.
This whole debacle, my cancelled leave, the retaking of a course I didn't need, and the abrupt instructions to report to the Detachment had all been arranged and orchestrated by Senior Airman Cathy Denon. Once the four people she worked so closely with realized they all knew me, they exchanged stories about me. She decided (with the approval of the Colonel) to get me enrolled in the course. Partly to meet me, but also because Michelle had been in a 'funk' since completing Officer's Candidate School and arriving at the detachment. She and the Colonel were hoping an old 'friend' might cheer her.
As the only unmarried females assigned at the post, Cathy and Michelle shared a bungalow. Cathy, believed my coming would be especially good medicine since Michelle had shared more intimate stories and thoughts of me with her.
Even considering and finally understanding what had been happening to me for weeks, I was still irritated with Cathy last night. But this morning, after last night in bed with Michelle, I was absolutely inclined to be forgiving and thankful. Last night had shown me that, even after six years, Michelle was still a tigress in bed.
After breakfast Cathy and I chatted as Michelle went to dress. "So, I understand that I have you to thank for the last eight weeks of my life?"
"Well, yeah I guess so. I didn't know I was going to be turning things so upside down for you. Are you upset with me?"
"Up until last night, I was. But this morning, after Michelle's and my 'reunion' last night, no I'm not." Cathy smiled at me and raised her coffee cup in a small salute then broke into a giggle fit. "What are you laughing about?"
"Oh nothing, really. I was just thinking about you walking into the Orderly Room yesterday. How seeing you in person was almost a disappointment."
"Well, after listening to everyone's stories about you, and especially Michelle's and the Colonel's, I had built up this weird mental image of you. You just weren't quite what I was expecting."
"And what exactly were you expecting?"
"Oh, I don't know, really... they all seemed to make you sound ten feet tall or like you should glow in the dark or something and Michelle... to listen to her, you should have a dick that drags on the ground when you walk."
"I fold it in half." she laughed. "But really, I'm just a man like any other. I'm afraid I don't know of anything extra special about me."
"Oh, there's special about you, I've already seen that and I think before the next eight weeks are over I will be both jealous of Michelle and probably wishing I was white."
"Never wish to be what you're not or to change what you can't. Be happy with who and what you are, and I don't mean that like your parents, your friends, or your old teachers did if they ever said those words to you. You need to learn yourself, to look at yourself truthfully and know who you are. Not like you did in High School or growing up, seeing only the negative. Don't look and see only short-comings or things you can't do. Really look, see the positives about yourself and your life, those things that make you what and who you are. Come to accept and cherish them. Making it short, be yourself, be happy with being you and to hell with what other's might say or think. If something makes you happy and it doesn't hurt someone else, go for it and don't worry what others may think. That is my worldly advise of the day," I finished with a small smile.
"Sounds wise. Not somethng that would be easy to do, but wise."
"You should listen to him, Cath," Michelle interrupted as she returned. "He told me those same words, or words like them over and over again six years ago until I finally believed them. It helped me a lot. I think I forgot them during OCS, but last night and hearing him saying them again has reminded me. Maybe it was last night, maybe it's hearing those words again, maybe a little of both, but I feel better this morning than I have since I got here." She leaned over me from behind, hugging at my chest and kissing me. "Thank you Devlin." She moved to Cathy and repeated the motions, "Thank you Cathy." Pouring herself the last cup of coffee she began making another pot. I'd seen that look before, though it had been six years ago, she was lost in thought, trying to organize an idea in her head.
"You're welcome, 'Chelle. I'll try to remember and use his words."
"Devlin," began Michelle. "I was just thinking and," she dragged out the word to emphasis what she was about to say, "I know you are only sharing our bungalow until they finish your tent. I know you have to live in that tent during training and you need to be available for those under you during the next eight weeks. Still, I want as many repeats of last night as I can get while you are here. I also think you should fuck Cathy as well, I 'know' she wants to... even if she won't admit it." Cathy's head had jerked around at Michelle's words now she looked down at the table. "She has this real insecurity thing going on now, sort of like I had when we first met. She hides it just as well as I did too, but it's there. You helped with mine six years ago, whether you knew it or not, and I think you can help her as well."
"Cathy, you really should bed him, he's good, and listen to him when he talks to you. He hides things in humor and wise-acre comments, but what he says is really good. Maybe we could spend the weekends together while you are here, you could spend equal time with each of us and stop by for evening visits during the week. What do you think?"
This was just like the Michelle I remembered. We'd only been together for a little over five weeks the first time, but even then she'd had this way about her. Like we'd been best friends and casual lovers our whole lives, without any real commitments or entanglements. She'd always be pointing out other women, commenting on their clothing, their boobs or their butt and occassionally suggesting that I take this one or that one as a lover, though I never took her up on it at the time. She was in earnest though, as she always was and Cathy realized that as well. I caught her looking at me with a more calculating eye. As usual though, I was considering the larger picture as I thought over her words.
"What about the potential for complaints once the course begins, conflicts of interest and all that shit? The situation could result in black marks on yours and Cathy's records if someone complained loudly enough."
"Having 'friends' here and dropping by for a visit every few days would not be a problem. Michelle and I could vouch for one another and for your conduct during 'visits' in the evenings. I don't know what to say about the weekend Idea though. I mean, essentially your weekends are your own and you can come and go as you please, but moving in here for two days every week..."
"Use a little imagination, Cathy. We don't have to stay on the post every weekend, except for once a month when I have CQ duties and have to be on call and to hand. There's the motel at the end of the road and we could all go shares on a room for a couple of days each week. It's kind of dumpy, but cheap and handy. Or, there's a better one further up the road, though it's a little more costly. He could spend one night in my bed and the next in yours."
"Or," interjected Cathy, getting into the idea. "We could pass him back and forth until he runs out of steam and start again when he recovers, with whoever's turn it is." I didn't know if they were serious or playing some game between themselves and with me - I wasn't completely sure I wanted to know either.
"Wait a minute, do I have any say in this?"
"No," they chorused and turned to one another again.
"That last would mean a lot of showers though, I don't know if I'd like the idea of sucking him hard again after he's been inside of you, friend or not. Though, a damp rag and a couple of towels could take care of that I guess. I think I like this idea."
"I thought you might," finished Michelle. "Since we're both kind of closet voyeurs anyway. We can each watch as the other has her fun. Damn. I'm getting horny again just thinking about it."
"You're always horny, bitch," Cathy said with a laugh and Michelle stuck her tongue out at her.
"That may be true, but it's your turn, not mine. Besides, I need to spend an hour in my office and then I'm going to the store, I need some new panties and pantyhose. Can I pick you up anything while I'm out?"
"No, I'm fine until payday."
"What about you Devlin? Anything you need?"
"Since I don't seem to have a voice in the matter, I think I'm going to need a good aphrodisiac and lot's of Vitamin E."
"Done, one bottle of vitamins, so we don't wear our little baby out."
"Meanwhile," Cathy said, rising. "Since I've decided I want to do this, you are coming with me." Taking my left hand from the table and pulling gently she said, "Let's go to my room now. This has all gotten me so horny that I'll jump you right here if you don't and I don't care what anyone else says, kitchen tables are both cold and uncomfortable, so let's go." I stood up and the first thing both women noticed was the ridge up the front of my sweats. The conversations she and Michelle were having had really gotten me going and I was looking forward to taking Cathy to bed. I'd been kind of hoping to soften a little though before having to rise, not to be quite so obvious about things.
"Ooh, lookie lookie what I see. He's all ready for me too."
"I told you about him didn't I Cath? How you'd like it if you ever saw it?"
Cathy placed her small hand over the lump and tried to close her fingers about it. "I like it already and I haven't seen it yet. See you later 'Chelle, I'm going to be very busy for a while."
Cathy led me down the hallway, using her grip on my cock like a leash. Michelle called down the hallway after us, "Have her show you her toy collection when you're done, Devlin. I think you'll be surprised!"
In the bedroom she wasted no time but lifted her top up and off in a single practised motion. Her breasts were as high, firm and large as I'd expected, her areole were practically as wide as my palm, while her nipples were straight nail-like points. A deft move with her fingers and the tiny skirt fell to gather around her bare feet. I almost laughed when I saw her panties though, they were camoflage. They too quickly hit the floor and she turned to me, reaching for my waistband. "Get that shirt out of my way," she growled deep in her throat.
As soon as I was naked she pushed me backwards and I fell onto her standard issue twin bed. Lifting my legs onto the bed she dropped to her knees and leaned forward to place her cheek against my hip as she grasped and lifted my erection. Turning it this way and that, only inches from her face, she studied it. "Oh, yes," she breathed softly, "I'm liking you already, little guy. Mama's got a real treat in store for you."
Releasing me, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my hips, her pussy settling against my cock and pressing it flat to my stomach. Looking down she giggled at the sight of it protruding between her legs and winked at me. Wetting her fingers she leaned forward onto an elbow and used them to moisten herself. Leaning further forward her face came level with mine and she reached between us guiding my tip to her opening. She kissed me then, wildly, passionately and slid herself backwards just enough so the mushroom head entered her, then stopped.
Damn she was tight. I'd expected a bit more ease in entering, less constriction. Yet, she was tight enough to be practically virginal and I was loving the sensation. Evidently she was also, because when she broke our kiss and raised herself to full arm's extension, her eyes were closed and there was rapture in her face. Her only sound was a softly breathed, "Yessss!" the long drawn out sound of the 's' whistling softly though her teeth.
When she opened her eyes and looked into mine again she finally began to move. I was holding myself still, allowing her to set any pace or choose any actions in our first session together. From what I was already feeling I hoped there would be lots more sex with this sexy kitten. She began sliding slowly down my shaft, so slowly that I wasn't at first sure it was happening. I felt myself, the head, going deeper within the hot moist tunnel surrounding it. I felt the slow advance as the walls around it slid by almost infinitismally, but the grip on my shaft didn't change, didn't advance. Slowly, though it couldn't have been more than mere seconds, I came to realise what was happening, could feel it as it was happening. Her labia were compressed so tightly around my cock and her advance was so slow that they were being pulled inwards with me.
I could see the concentration and enjoyment on her face as she did this. I had no idea what sensations or pleasure she was deriving from her actions, but it was obvious that she was enjoying whatever it was she felt.