Chapter 21

Sunday morning; it was supposed to get into the low 80’s today, the rest of the week was supposed to be warm and clear also. When I rolled over a little after 6 Sharon was looking at me with a small smile on her face. She had obviously been up and brushed her teeth already; as long as one of had, that was good enough. I got a minty-fresh kiss; then she pulled me over on top of her, and soon had us intimately connected. A nice, slow, session of making love this time; she seemed to be trying to make it last as long as she could; I kept up a steady rhythm and we made love for over 20 minutes before she sped me up and we both finished together. Very nice and satisfying for both of us; then she wanted to talk for a while, still connected. I quickly lost most of my erection, but was able to stay in her until I made her laugh at something; that was the end of that.

We got up and took a shower together, she also really liked me washing her hair; when we started to get dressed, she put on a very nice sun-dress and heels, I guess we’re going out for breakfast again. When she and I got downstairs I realized we’re all going out for breakfast; the girls were dressed to kill, and I looked like I should be washing dishes somewhere. They surprised me with a nice new beach-themed dress shirt and a pair of dress shorts, a going away present they said; now I’m presentable. We all crammed into Amy’s Pinto, Cindy sitting on my lap; Amy took us to another upscale restaurant for breakfast; it was quite pleasant sitting there with them all animated and happy, looking so good. All of them took turns playing footsy with me; we got more than a few looks from the other diners. We took our time and finished up by almost 11; just enough time to go back to the cottage, change clothes, and get to the restaurant.

JB was late this morning; I set up and did a couple solo love songs; it didn’t feel right without him. Turned out he’d had a flat tire in the barracks parking lot; he had a spare, and changed tires; but then had to clean-up again. The first day he’s running behind; the restaurant is packed and I was damn glad to finally see him. We were busy all day, both the dining room and deck stayed full; with people waiting to be seated until after 7 pm. We finished up at 8 and headed to the barracks, we both needed some rest.

Last week of ‘training’; we weren’t learning anything new; the Navy was just using us as temporary labor. They did ask if we wanted to head back to North Carolina a couple days early; we decided to stick around until the end of the week; we didn’t want to show back up at Cherry Point in the middle of the week; no telling what the Corps would find for us to do. JB and I played at the restaurant every evening for 3-4 hours; the Tuesday night game-night with the girls was a little more crowded; there were over almost a dozen ladies there; it seemed they were going keep this night going as well.

Thursday game-night was a little different; the cottage was packed and the ladies wanted to hear us sing, so JB and I played acoustically for a while. A few half-hearted games were started, but it just turned into a going away party for us. Many of the ladies had brought a bottle of wine; by the end of the night JB and I were both being flirted with pretty seriously. Cindy and Sharon hadn’t worked that night, they had obviously been preparing for the ‘surprise party’; both were ‘dressed to the nines’, nice blouses showing a bit of cleavage, short skirts and heels; I was fairly certain Cindy was wearing her lacy pair of stocking again. Many of the other ladies were dressed up as well; the all laughed when I got up and re-iterated that when they were trying to look good, us guys didn’t have a chance. It was a pleasant night; JB and I got a couple small gifts; I gave all four girls a small gift bag with a long Marine Corps t-shirt in it, and a box of a dozen condoms with a note to have fun, but be safe; everyone thought that was hilarious. It was well after 11 when the party started winding down, there was still a few ladies chatting and saying goodbye when Cindy took my hand and eased me away, into her bedroom.

She closed the door, turned and gave me a kiss that started out loving, then quickly turned passionate. “Okay; now I’m having a ‘fucking emergency,” she announced; “I wore this outfit just for you; I was sure you’d like it, but I’ve been so hot for you since Saturday night, I can’t take it anymore. I should have let you get me off then; please fuck me now, one last time?” I’m not stupid, I’m not going to refuse; I gave her my own passionate kiss, and reached down and squeezed her ass; we made out for a few moments before she stepped back and unzipped her skirt, easing it down and off over her shoes. She then grinned at me and sexily removed her panties, daintily and carefully getting them over her heels, then turned around and leaned over her bed on her hands. “You know what to do, baby,” she purred over her shoulder at me, wiggling that amazing ass; “I’m so ready; hard and fast, don’t hold back; give me something to remember you by!”

It had been a few days since being with Sharon; it was a good thing she was ready, I slammed into her and started hammering away; she was soaked and pushing back at me as best as she could in her heels. I could feel her reaching back under us and playing with my balls as I fucked her; “Play with your clit, baby; I’m almost there already!” I growled to her; her hand left my balls and I guess she did start on herself; the response was almost immediate. She was moaning and thrashing around so much it was hard to stay in her, it didn’t really matter; within seconds I was cumming so hard, I was having a trouble staying on my feet. I could hear her mumbling her appreciation and encouragement; after a few moments we both collapsed on the bed, trembling and panting. This is the way to go, I decided; but I better get out of here quickly; before they all killed me, one way or the other.

The girls have been comparing notes; Cindy also stood up, turned around, and kissed me; then knelt and sucked me into her mouth. The difference was, she wasn’t being gentle; I was still a little hard and she tried to swallow me, gagging when she tried to take me into her throat. “No, baby; that’s too much,” I told her, finally using my hands to slow her efforts and ease her back on her heels. I caressed her hair as she sucked and cleaned me, she used her tongue on my balls and tried to stroke me back to a full erection, but that wasn’t happening. After another minute she stood and hugged me; “That’s the way to say goodbye,” was almost her last words to me. We got dressed again, she tucked her panties into my pocket; “Something to remember me by,” she said; then we went back into the living room. I guess we’d been less than 5 minutes, there were a few ladies still hanging around; they gave us a round of applause and a couple cat-calls, JB grinning and shaking his head at me; another couple minutes of kisses and hugs goodbye, and a few gropes of me; then JB and I got out of the cottage and into the van for the short trip to the barracks.

JB and I didn’t talk too much the rest of the night; we were pretty much packed and ready to go. We put almost everything in the van; after a few hours of sleep, we got cleaned up and dressed in our summer ‘Charlie’ uniform; dress uniform pants and short-sleeve shirt; got checked out of the barracks, and headed to the classroom. Out processing wasn’t bad, they had our records and orders ready to go, a couple handshakes from the instructors and we were done. It was well before noon; we made a quick stop at the restaurant to say goodbye to Jack, he gave us a restaurant marquee poster that said ‘live music, featuring JB and Carl’, he said it would make a good memento; and to use him if we needed a reference, giving us his business card. We refused an early lunch; he had paid us every night but now gave us a couple hundred dollars as a bonus, saying we were the best performers they’d had in a while. With a final admonishment to stop by if we ever can back, JB and I finally hit the road to Cherry Point.

We ended up talking on the way back; JB said I’d handled the situation pretty well, the four ladies didn’t appear to be mad at me, that was a plus; and Angie agreed with him. That led to a bit of a discussion about just exactly what he’d told her; ‘just what he’d witnessed’ was his reply, with a grin. We talked about a few other things; the training seemed to be pretty complete, we felt ready to go to work. The singing and performing at the restaurant had gone extremely well, we’d made plenty of money, and a few friends. We got to Cherry Point a little too early we decided; we got a late lunch in town and then checked into the Marine barracks just after 5. The offices were closed and the weekend duties had already been assigned; we had the next couple of days ahead of us, with nothing we had to do.

JB and I had a nice weekend, mostly just relaxing and checking out MCAS Cherry Point again. We settled back into the receiving barracks but didn’t move all our stuff back in; we were told that now we had finished formal training, we’d quickly be transferred to our permanent assignments. Monday ended up mostly closing out our travel orders to and from NAS Oceana, and getting our pay up to date; once again I got a compliment from the credit union teller when I added another couple thousand dollars to my savings account. There were several letters waiting for me; including one from Chris saying that their first baby had been born, a healthy son they named Tom Jr. I made a trip to the base exchange, what a civilian would call the base department store; I found a nice, small teddy-bear dressed in Marine Corps blues; and mailed it to Chris for Tom Jr as a ‘welcome-to-the-world’ birthday present. I reclaimed the Buick and made it back to the barracks where we were told we would be officially transferred the following morning. JB and I put everything but what we needed overnight in our vehicles, and had a peaceful evening.

Tuesday morning JB was simply released to make the short walk to Marine Air Group 14, his new assignment. He’d spent the weeks before we left for training doing on-the job training and knew exactly where he was going. I was being assigned to MAG-20, a much smaller group and squadron for training new pilots and bombardier/navigators in the A6 Intruder aircraft. I didn’t know exactly where it was, but there was a process for this; the receiving command called the group, who called the squadron and then the shop I would be working in; and they sent over an escort for me. It surprised the hell out of me when 30 minutes later a Gunnery Sergeant came in, looking for me; I was expecting maybe a sergeant. I was pointed out to him, he came over and shook my and introduced himself as Gunny Bays, my new boss; the one in charge of the shop I would be working in. He was in the utility working uniform; nothing ironed, work shoes black but not really polished, soft cover on his head; obviously I didn’t have to work about ‘spit and polish’ much anymore. He asked where my gear was; when I told him in my car, he had me lead him to it.

The new assignment wasn’t far, so he’d walked; we both got into the Buick and he directed me where to drive; commenting he really liked the old car. He barely had time to tell me my new unit was fairly small and due to its training purpose, was run a little differently from the other air groups and squadrons; then we were there. He had me park in a visitor’s space at the group headquarters and led me inside to the group Sergeant Major’s office, who called in the group administration officer; the three of them quickly went through my record book to make sure everything was in order so far. At this time my record book was relatively thin; the cursory scan just took a couple minutes; I did get an ‘attaboy’ for doing so well so far, and an admonishment from the Sergeant Major to keep up the good work. That was pretty much it for checking in at the group headquarters then; the Gunny walked me across the street to the hanger where the squadron was located.

I was being ‘permanently’ assigned to Headquarters and Maintenance Squadron 20, H&MS 20; I quickly learned we were pretty much universally known as ‘hamsters’. The squadron admin offices were in the upper level of the hanger, most of the shops located on the lower level surrounding the hanger floor; the Gunny led me upstairs and took me to squadron Sergeant Major’s office and introduced me, then told me he’d see me at lunch; he’d come get me then and take me around a bit. The Sergeant Major skimmed through my record book, then took me in to meet the Colonel; my new Commanding Officer (CO). He called in the Executive Officer (XO), his second-in-command; the three of them thoroughly reviewed my record book, then ‘interviewed’ me. It wasn’t bad at all; I was quickly ordered from the position of ‘Attention’ to ‘At Ease’; and was questioned fairly informally about myself and my time in the Corps to date. They were impressed with the awards I’d accumulated so far, and my record in the various schools; and told to keep up the good work, don’t slack off; even better things would be ahead for me.