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Friend Zoned

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Chapter 11: The Battle of Kleidion

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: The Battle of Kleidion - Wedge Donovan was a rough and ready weapons troop; Roxie Dawson was an aircraft electrician with a dark secret. They meet at Kunsan Air Base and the sparks fly. Wedge falls for this beauty, but he finds out that she's a lesbian. Being lonely and desperate for friendship, Wedge adjusts to life in the Friend Zone, but how long will that last? On the flightline, in the dorm, something's got to give.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Humor   Military   Workplace   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   Masturbation   Oral Sex  

Breakfast the next morning was delicious. Wedge broke out his griddle and made eggs, sausage, and potato patties, which were grilled leftover instant mashed potatoes. He made coffee with a French press, and they ate a wonderful breakfast at the small table in his room. “How long are you going to be in the doghouse?” she asked.

“Only till lieutenant dumbfuck talks to the commander. I’m thinking they’ll come begging for me at nine.”

“Eleven,” said Roxy. “Betcha a fried chicken salad at the Rec Center.”

“You’re on,” he grinned, and he set her off to work with a full tummy, a kiss on the cheek, and a pat on the butt.

At 10:00 AM there was a knock on the door. “First Sergeant,” a voice called.

“You have a key, come on in.”

Sergeant Schaffer opened the door and Wedge looked up from the books and papers he had set out on his table. “Long time no see, what’s up?”

“The lieutenant would like to speak with you.”

“I’m a little busy now, I’m writing a paper on the Battle of Kleidion ... fascinating stuff. In ten fourteen the Byzantine empire and the Bulgarians...”

“Sergeant,” said the nervous lieutenant, “I am ordering you to return to work right now.”

“Aye aye, sir.” Wedge got up from the table and slowly took off his robe, showing that he was wearing sweats underneath. He slowly hung up his robe in his locker and thoughtfully selected a t-shirt. “In my opinion, sir, this is a very unique way of apologizing ... does this t-shirt make me look fat?”

 
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