Chapter 23: Valentines Day

Technical Sergeants Dawson and Donovan looked impressive in their semi-formal class A uniforms. (Semi formal is normal dress blues with a white shirt instead of blue) and once again they were seated with Mr. & Mrs. Campbell. Colonel Walker understood Wedge’s comment about being a curiosity, and they were seated in a side room with several other couples. They excitedly told Lanh and Don about their promotion and how they were notified, and Lanh said, “We prank my Don too.”

“They called me into the orderly room and there was Lanh waiting for me,” said Don. “The commander, the first sergeant, my bosses all lined up around her and they all looked mad at her. Lanh said, ‘they accused me of kissing a tech sergeant.’ And she was in tears.”

“You’re kidding, said Wedge.

“No!” said Lanh. “He asked me who, and I give him kiss and say, ‘It’s you!’ and they give him his line number.”

“I’d rather have the valentine,” said Roxie. “Less butt rash,” and she showed Lanh the valentine that Lt. Col. Walker gave her.

“We were out there in the snow, the second go is taxiing by, and both of our shops were in on it,” said Wedge. “It was like a party out there in the snow.”

“The planes were goosing their engines, whoom whoom!” said Roxie, and her hand that was simulating an F-16 throttle went back to holding Wedge’s hand.

“Where is Shaw? That’s where you’re going, right?” asked Lanh.

“It’s about thirty miles from Columbia South Carolina,” said Wedge.

“About forty miles from the ocean,” said Roxie. “We are going to the beach, are we not?”

“Yes, I get to pick out your swimsuit.”

“Lanh is heading back on Sunday,” said Don, who looked heartbroken. He clutched his life partner’s hand.

“I’ll be back in a year when he moves to Osan. Right now, his dad is looking for me,” she said. “The babies will be born soon.”

“Babies?” asked Roxie.

“Cows,” said Don. “Calving season starts next month. We have a dairy farm and Lanh loves the calves.”

“They’re all bigger than she is,” said Wedge, and Lanh nodded happily.

It was a wonderful night, not exactly romantic, but good friends, good food, and the excitement that an excellent rating from the Inspector General, a good set of orders, and a line number for promotion can provide.

Steak, lobster, roast potatoes and white asparagus, and instead of wine, Wedge and Roxie chose sparkling cider. “I learned my lesson,” said Wedge.

“Me too. Roxie and Soju do not mix,” said Roxie.

Later, back in the Dorm, Wedge decided that this was the night. He recited the squadron motto to himself, Audients Fortuna Juvat (fortune favors the bold) and he led Roxie into his room. There at the foot of his bed, he presented her with a rose, a card, and a box of chocolates. “This is sweet, but it is so silly,” she said. “You didn’t have to revert to dusty old traditions to...” but her words were interrupted by a kiss from Wedge that took her completely by surprise. So intense! So loving! One arm pulled her tight to him and the fingers of his other hand twined in her hair and held her head as their tongues danced together. It was the perfect kiss, and she melted in his arms. “Oh my!” she gasped. “Where did that come from?”

He looked her in the eye and said, “Roxanne Audrey Dawson, I love you more than I ever dreamed it was possible to love a woman. From the moment I first saw you standing right here I knew you were the one for me, and I knew I would eventually break out of the friend zone.”

“Oh!,” Roxie whimpered. She buried her face in his shoulder to hide the tears and she kissed his neck. “Michael Aloysius Donovan,” she said as she kissed his lips. Her pearly white teeth gently grasped his bottom lip, pulling it out and letting it go. “You were never in the friend zone, I wanted to tell you that I loved you from the moment I saw you lying in that bed, but I was scared. I’ve been burned before...” She slowly sagged to her knees. “I’ve never felt like this...”

With shaking hands, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, and pulled his pants down. She gently licked his cock from the root to the crown, then she made love to his cock with her mouth. Her lips and tongue stroked up and down his cock, savoring every inch and enjoying the shudders she was eliciting from her man.

This was the first time her mouth touched his cock. Wedge had gone down on her several times, but she called him “killer” because her orgasms from his tongue actually made her faint on two occasions. She let her tongue slather over his balls, and she took one large testicle into her mouth and gently massaged it with her tongue. “I didn’t know that could feel so good,” groaned Wedge.