Chapter 8: The Mission

The lights and voice of the Colonel came way too early. The lights on the aircraft were surprisingly bright, and the plastic covering still over my eyes did little to lessen it. I groggily exited my bunk and did as the Colonel had ordered “Make the cot. And get on the line.” Like most Americans, I’d heard of the military’s obsession with bunks and cots being neat and made up first thing. I didn’t understand it but so far there were lots of things I didn’t understand.

Pulling my covers tight removing any possible crease or wrinkle over my shoulder came loudly, “I didn’t say dress. Make the cot and get your ass on the line.” I’d have sworn the drill sergeant had magically teleported to the plane. Only the volume had to be louder and sounded more threatening. The Colonel while loud, it wasn’t the volume or the fear of a beating that stopped Burt and a black guy two bunks over from pulling on their clothes.

We were all on the lines at the ends of the bunks when the CO addressed us. “Everybody look at Privates Rhodes and Bottoms.” The two naked privates stood at attention not allowed to cover their privates. I would’ve sworn I heard Megan snicker. “Now there are two things you should know by looking at these two. First, there isn’t a lot to see. I’ve seen more between the legs of a five-year-old.” Both Teri standing beside the CO and Melanie at her bunk let out a laugh they couldn’t hold in. “Second, now imagine you had to evacuate in the middle of the night. Crawling through sand avoiding bullets with your dick or cooter hanging out doesn’t sound like fun. Does it? In fact that white ass of yours, Private Rhodes would make an easy target for a sniper.” Again the two women laughed. “Now most of your jobs will require some level of undress. Just be aware that sleeping without clothes is an unnecessary risk. But if you want to show off such little equipment by all means I’ll not order otherwise.” A quick change of subject came, “We’ll be landing in twenty minutes; strap in.”

Everyone but the two nude guys went to the jump seats along the wall. Terry sat next to me on one side and Megan was on the other. Terry leaned in so only I would hear him, “I was wondering what you and Melanie were doing last night?”

Not wanting to lie, I put on my best innocent face I could muster. “What do you mean?”

“Come on I heard her come back to her cot and you do the same thing five minutes later. And I didn’t hear either of you leave, so you must’ve been somewhere on this plane for a while.” Terry stated. “What I want to know is doing what?”

“Not what you are thinking. We didn’t have sex.” I hedged my answer. “And why do you want to know?”

“Because if you are doing Melanie, it means Megan is free. And maybe I might have a chance at doing her.” Terry answered.

It took most of my composure not to lay the guy out for being a twit. But, he was geeky and I wrote it off to his not knowing any better. He had probably looked up to the Burts of the world. “I’m not doing anyone. Nor would I ever. I would, however, make love to a woman or engage in sex with one. But, I’d never do. But you are free to try and impress Megan, and see where it goes. But if I ever hear you say you’re doing her. I’ll make sure you wake up dead.”

“Ok, I didn’t mean to offend,” Terry said more meekly.

“I saw you chatting up that black-haired girl earlier, what is her name?” I asked hopefully setting his sights on a girl he had a chance with. I was punching above my weight class. He’s going after either Megan or Melanie would be a light flyweight punching in the super heavyweight class. “She seemed into you.”

“Oh, Marie Oaks. She is nice enough but she isn’t in the same league as Megan.” Terry said. Not realizing, he wasn’t in the same league as Megan, either.

“Maybe not but if I were you I’d put my efforts there. As I said, she seemed to like you. And to be honest, when it is pitch black do looks really matter. Hell, do they ever really matter. You’ve to have something in common. Otherwise, all you ever do together is have sex. And I had a girlfriend like that once. Don’t get me wrong it was fun for a while, but then she got her period. We were over shortly thereafter.”

“Thanks, I appreciate the advice. But, I’m going to have to try at least once.” He said looking first at Marie then around me at Megan.

“Well, I hope you don’t screw up. After all, the grass is always green on the other side of the fence because it is AstroTurf.” I left it at that.

Megan leaned into the other ear seeing I wasn’t talking with Terry for the moment. “Did you and Melanie make up once I was gone?”

“Make up ... No ... Come to an understanding, yes.” I answered; thinking making up was going to be a long process. “Oh ... Thanks for letting me know what you had in mind last night. Had you given me a hint of a warning I’d have gotten out of there when you left the first time.”

“What fun would that have been? “ Megan asked playfully punching me in the side. “Plus you two hit it off, better than I was expecting. I actually thought there might be bloodshed.”

“And you did it anyway?” I was perturbed at her willingness to put Melanie and me together in such a volatile way.

“Yeah, I was pretty sure she wouldn’t make too much of a fuss being naked and somewhere we weren’t supposed to be. I kinda have a feeling, she is hanging on by a thread in this new unit. And making a ruckus last night would’ve cut that thread.” Megan’s manipulation skills were on full display. “Plus I want you two getting along. Enjoying both of you at the same time was mind-blowing. You two gave me the best orgasm of my life. And worrying about you two not wanting to touch each other while touching me will spoil the fun.”

“It was fun and mind-blowing for me also.” I acknowledged.

“Here comes the but,” Megan said before I finished my thought.

“But,” I stressed. “It is going to take a while. And for your edification, she said she looks at us as a pair. Meaning she is fine with me as long as you’re there.”

“Well, I guess that’ll have to do for now.” She said leaning her head back against the hull. I’m gonna get a cat nap. Someone or someones didn’t let me get a full night’s sleep.”

Doing the same, I told her, “I think I will too.”

For such a big aircraft the landing was smooth. The trip from the airport to the mosque was uneventful going down one road of destroyed structures after another. The former mosque compound was large. The walled area included multiple buildings that were protected by a squadron of marines. Other troops had arrived earlier getting much of the infrastructure ready for us. The rest of the day was a blur of unloading the plane, finding the barracks in the converted mosque, getting all new uniforms from the PX, and meeting the existing soldiers at the base.

I had little time to spend with Megan and only passed by her and Melanie long enough to say hello. The two of them seemed glued at the hip since arriving. They, again, enticed all the men and some of the women already at the base, with just their presence. I saw multiple Marines, guarding the border wall, watching the slight jiggle of their fine asses as they walked by.

The chow was pretty good. It was there I’d a chance to sit down with Megan and Melanie off in a corner table. Megan and I were having a great time discussing the new location. The surprise was Melanie saying, “Each of the spires has a nice room that no one goes in.” Looking at Megan, she added, “We could go to the different ones on different days. By keeping it random we probably won’t get caught.” I couldn’t help but wonder if the ‘we’ included me.

Megan kept her voice low preventing anyone from eavesdropping, “Oh good, cause I could use more of last night.”

“Me too, but do we have to have him.” Melanie discreetly pointed across the table to where I sat. “I could make you just as happy without him.”

“When you grow a dick. Then you can fill the hole that would be left if he wasn’t there.” Megan said. I couldn’t tell if she intended the double meaning of her comment. “But thanks for the offer and the location.”

“When do you think we’ll get to visit it?” Melanie coyly asked.

“I think we should probably wait until we know what is going on here. And why the CO said most of our jobs would require some level of undress.” I said to the two women.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Melanie remarked, looking at me like I was some kind of parasite attaching myself to her. Taking advantage of her and Megan’s time together; inserting myself.

“No, he’s right. We need a couple of days to get the lay of the land. We got lucky last time.” Showing a bit of wisdom she went on, “We can’t continue to rely on luck. Sooner or later it’ll run out. Then we’ll be really screwed. So a couple of days off won’t kill us. But another screwing by Rusty might.”

“Ok, but I still would like you all to myself. Red Dick doesn’t have to be there every time.” Melanie used my nickname obviously thinking it’d make me mad. Though I can’t say what it would get her.

“What do you say I let you have her all to yourself now? Though I can’t imagine you’ll be left alone very long once I leave.” I said leaving the table and the two women alone.

I had no place, in particular, I had to be, leaving me free to explore further what would be my home for the duration. I went and found the entrance for the minaret Melanie talked about. I found she was correct, the spires did have a nice room both halfway up and a second one at the top with the large speakers. I looked out in every direction they pointed. The horizon beyond the wall was devoid of standing old structures. Any and all buildings built before the start of hostilities were gone. The landscape of destruction would be an adjustment as it stretched as far as the eye could see.

Close to the make-shift base were the small homes built for the former residents. There were fifty or so houses that looked complete and another fifty close to completion and even more less finished. Black-headed men and women were working on the unfinished houses following the directions of military men in fatigues. There were the makings of a city square that had operating shops and a kind of bazaar. It was fairly active with people. Those people were the residents of a tent city compound enclosed in new shiny razor wire.

The people in the compound came in through one gate that was heavily armed. It looked like that was the only way out also. Next to the entrance was a big sign being erected. The business side of the sign faced away from me and looked to be covered. Additionally, there were two men installing a sign over the door to our camp. It read ‘EDUCATION FACILITY’.

Further away to one side was a second base made up of tents and brought-in trailers. Lots of soldiers roamed the base carrying automatic rifles. They seemed to avoid looking at the converted mosque. They’d look over at it for a second then look away quickly. I wasn’t sure if they were trained to avoid looking at the camp or if they were envious of the people that were in it. Though I couldn’t think of any reason they’d be envious of us; we just got there.

The next morning over the mosque’s very powerful loudspeakers, I’d seen the day before in the minaret, came four deep tolls of a bell followed by a guitar riff. The sound of nine more tolls accompanied by cymbals and the unmistakable playing of Angus Young continued until Brian Johnson’s voice rang out. For five minutes the whole area town was filled with the sounds of AC/DC and ‘Hells Bells.’ The CO was in our mostly empty dormitory when the sound ended.

“Now, that is what I call, call to prayer.” He said with a smile. “Dress your selves and your bunks and get outside for calisthenics.”

Outside in the sunlight, the girls looked well-rested and overly happy. Their appearance had the guy’s tongues hanging out. Even Private Oaks looked hot in her skimpy uniform. They looked like they were dressed for a long marathon with shorts that were barely more than panties. The lower halves of their ass cheeks were clearly visible and had half of the guys staring at them. The other half was staring at the sports bra-like top that showed most of their breast while displaying plenty of cleavages. On Marie, the cleavage was enough to lose a small boy in. The two girl’s flat hard stomachs and even the slight extra weight of Marie looked sexy.

I walked up to Megan and her permanent attachment Melanie. I noticed a white streak on her breast and wiped it away without thinking. Had I been thinking I wouldn’t have done so with pretty much everyone watching. “Nice uniform,” I said with a touch of sarcasm.

“Well, you wear what they give you, now don’t you.” She twisted and turned, showing off her legs and ass while looking back at it. “I kind of think it’ll be nice in the hot weather. And as you saw they did give us sunscreen so we don’t burn.”

Melanie added grinning, “But I wish the CO would have given us more time to put it on. It wasn’t enough time to enjoy rubbing it into Megan and Marie.”

“So you’re dragging Marie into your girl’s only fun?” I inquired.

“I’m not girls only. I’m only not you. Everyone else is on a case by case basis,” was Melanie’s explanation.

“Two rows. The first one on the line.” A new face I hadn’t seen before said. The nameplate on his chest read “Maj. Wilkenson.” I ended up behind Megan and Terry was behind Marie, while a skirmish started behind Melanie. Private Perlow won the battle before the Maj. put an end to it. The exercise started with stretching. Looking up while touching my toes, I had a perfect view of Megan’s pussy lips as the shorts were pulled into the slit and ass crack. I longed to take two steps forward, burying my nose in the sweet-scented folds. What I got was a run around the inside of the compound wall, looking at the backside of Rob instead of Megan. The women were ogled as they passed each guard and whatever Pakistani was at the entrance to the US-made Camp.

And though, there were multiple locations in the palace that had showers one large one was made allowing twenty people to shower at once. After our run, we were directed to take advantage of it before breakfast and the orientation of our mission. Again, I wondered why the Army was going to such lengths in its attempts to remove all social norms. Having the three women that looked like they did in the shower with a bunch of guys was surely a recipe for disaster.

Burt was the first one into the shower, with his usual strut. The rest of us strolled in as needed some lingered with their shower. Their ploy of still needing something to wash, keeping them in the shower until women showed up was beyond evident. I walked into the shower shortly before the girls did while most of the guys were looking at the wall. Only Rob and Terry saw me enter. Terry had already broken the guy code and checked out my dick. Rob did his best not to notice my dick hanging down. Yet eventually, he stared for a minute.

He said a single word, “Damn.”

Burt turned around at Rob’s statement, talking before getting fully around. The fog on the plastic lenses he and the rest of us were still wearing blurred his vision. “Ladies your dream is here.” He wiped the water from the plastic but had no way to clear the fog on the inside. Eventually, he realized no women were in the shower. “What are you so excited about Rob? There aren’t any women in here.”

“Good thing you didn’t take Terry’s bet,” Rob answered stepping under a running showerhead. “You’d have lost big time. Hell, you don’t even make the top five.”

“Bullshit,” He replied. He then looked around the shower truly breaking the locker room shower etiquette; looking at all the dicks in the tiled room. He stared a long time through the fogged lenses. Finally, he said, “Figure a fag like you would be looking at dick sizes.” The irony of the statement was completely lost on Burt.

The three girls were in the shower doorway in towels before Rob had a second to respond. Marie voiced her objection to the guys still being there. “We gave you long enough to be done, so what are you still doing here?”

In my head flashed memories of my fairly hot freshman high school English teacher saying, “Turkeys are done. Personal accomplishments are finished.” I let the thought pass without correcting her English.

Burt didn’t let the objection go unanswered, “We’re just getting a shower like instructed. The major didn’t say how long we should take. But, you ladies are welcome to join us.”

Megan dropped her towel showing her lithe body to the guys in the shower. Defiantly stepping over her discarded covering, she walked her neatly trimmed bush and sweet ass to the shower next to me. To Burt, she said, “Thanks but I think I’ll stay on this side.” To the other two women, she said, “Why don’t you join me over here with Red Dick.”

Marie hung her towel on a hook letting everyone see the roundness of her ass. Her butt had a nice form and looked firm. Not the hard of Megan or tight of Melanie but firm enough to squeeze your dick off if you butt fucked her and she lost control. My eyes went to the large tits that stood out in front of her defying gravity. Youth, let her breasts stay a teardrop shape that looked like it was two hands fulls each. The brown nipples and their rings were nicely positioned on the curve of her tit leaving them pointed slightly up. It was her overly hairy 70’s black bush that grabbed my attention. Compared to what I knew of the other two and the girls, I’d fucked and sucked in the past. I was fairly sure the hairy cunt days were finished. Most swimsuits wouldn’t look right with a lawn of hair sprouting out from the edges. I was amazed the new uniform shorts had contained her bush without letting some of the hairs blow freely in the wind. She too walked to the side of the shower Megan and I were on. Melanie, on the other hand, timidly went to the far side of the room closer to Burt and his buddies. After she’d hung her towel on the hook. Melanie was trying her best to cover her perfect figure. She did so with an arm across her breast hiding her nipples and a hand down over her landing strip and clean shaved cunt lips. The guys around the shower all had their dicks engorge and enlarge when they viewed her naked form for the first time. The silky smoothness of her skin and svelte body couldn’t be covered only by hands and arm. I’d have felt better, more at ease with her coming over with Megan and Marie. Positioning herself closer to Terry and me rather than the pack of obviously horny guys.

Megan too must’ve been feeling it, “Melanie, why don’t you come over here?”

“Not while Red Dick is next to you I won’t,” she said angrily. Though, I couldn’t think of exactly what she was angry about. If it was Megan choosing to stand next to me. Or if it was the idea that I was seeing her naked again. Or lastly, that the Army put her in the position to choose between showering next to me or next to a group of guys, she didn’t really know.

Looking at Megan I tried a new option, “It’s ok. I’ll go over there so Melanie can come over here.”

Marie noted, “Damn, she must really hate you.”

“Yeah, there are those times,” I answered Marie. Through my clouded plastic protective lenses, I could see, she was washing her stomach with a bar of soap.

Burt put his hand on Melanie’s bare arm holding her back, “No Rusty, you can stay over there. I can make sure Melanie, here, is well taken care of.”

Melanie didn’t look at Burt but glared at me. She wrenched her arm free uncovering her bald pussy lips. “Don’t touch me.” Still staring at me, she added, “I’m fine. I’ll get my shower here.”

Burt had evidently missed the don’t touch me part of Melanie’s statement. He quickly lathered up his hands. Sliding a soapy hand over the curve of her ass, he said, “Don’t worry honey, I’ll make sure all of you gets good and clean.”

She slapped Burt’s hand away, turning to him shaking, “I said don’t touch me.”

I would’ve sworn, Burt’s dick got harder after Melanie slapped his hand away. He coated his dick with a layer of soap suds before he forced her hand away from her smooth pussy. Reaching around her, he grabbed her ass stroking it with his soapy hands. He pulled her hips toward his. “Then, how am I going to wash you inside and out? Like you need.”

I’m not the hero type and easily saw the hypocrisy of my actions. In a flash, I was behind Burt with my chest pressed to his back and my dick on his butt cheek. I had him entangled. His hands were no longer able to touch Melanie. Plus, his head was bent precariously backward. One easy thrust of my palm and the MP’s would be throwing me in the brig for murder. And, I let Burt know it. “She said don’t touch her. And that means don’t touch her. Unless you want me to snap your neck like a twig.” I pressed upward on his chin a bit, “One easy push and snap. Now, don’t touch her ever. Understood?”