Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

At 6 AM I went in and woke sleeping beauty with kisses. We showered together, Jen to get rid of the smell from last night, me to keep me awake for a couple more hours. Jen left for Annapolis and I for Dover.

Lawman’s Supply was just putting final touches on the uniforms so I had a chance to look around. In the sandbox every soldier carried a knife of some kind as a last resort defensive weapon. I was experienced at hand to hand close combat and self defense and a knife was almost always involved. They had hundreds of styles and shapes. It had to be small, easy to conceal, and easy to operate in a hurry. I just didn’t find what I wanted. I did find a small version of the standard combat knife with a rig similar to a shoulder holster for a hand gun. It kept the knife under my arm to my side and with loose fitting clothes would do. I did have a good look at all the self defense items and military surplus items. I would be coming back here a lot. By 8:30 AM I was back home and in bed.

I felt the bed move and woke up immediately, ready to fight. As soon as my eyes focused I was looking into Jen’s smiling face.

“How long have you been here?” I asked.

“Only a few minutes, there was little traffic coming across the bridge today and I made good time. Daddy sent a present for you. He said to give it to you after you get ready for work.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m not to give it to you until you are dressed for work,” she said.

It was then that a very full bladder made its presence known.

”I need to pee; let me up,” I said.

“OK, you pee and I need to get out of the work clothes. Get up, hurry up, I want to snuggle for a minute!” she said.

“Girl, you need to get a boyfriend,” I said laughing.

“We both do or people will be talking. Mom has already asked the question – what was going on between us?” she said.

“What did you tell her?” I asked.

I wanted to tread carefully; I just didn’t know what I was after yet. I liked Jen, hell I loved Jen. She filled a hole in my heart and we seemed so close in other ways. But I didn’t want either of us to be trapped. I still needed to find a way to explain my relationship with Jake.

“I told her I had found a new friend that I felt safe and comfortable with, sort of the sister I never had. She was happy with that,” she said.

“There are a couple of guys at work that have a thing for each other, real studs, too. We could double date them for appearances. Cover for everybody,” she said laughing.

“I don’t want you to take this wrong but I still like real cock, also!” I said.

“So do I,” she said. “But we have something special together. I know that sounds weird – I can’t explain it, I just feel it, I would like to explore it, let it run its course,” she said.

“I feel the same way,” I replied.

“If they are agreeable to being used for cover why don’t you set up a double date for Tuesday night? Worst case scenario is we can be voyeurs; they can watch us make out and we will watch them,” I said laughing. It took several minutes for Jen to stop laughing. “I’m game if you are,” she said “And I bet they will be too.”

I dressed for work, traditional panties, bra, and bullet proof vest (on a girl’s college campus – I should have asked more questions) black shirt with long sleeves. Then slacks with a stripe, wide belt, pepper spray, hi-end Taser, handcuffs with several extra keys, ID card and a jacket to which I attached the college security badge. I put on black shiny shoes and topped it off with the traditional cop’s hat. I played with my hair in different ways. I finally decided on a bun under the hat was the best.

I went out to profile for Jen; she was waiting in the living room. When I walked in she handed me a box from her dad. In it was my concealed carry permit along with a gun and holster. It was a Glock model 32 in 357 caliber. I looked at her with a question on my face.

She said, “Daddy saw the request for the background check and the application for conceal permit, he made a couple calls and put a rush on it, after all this is Maryland – it’s all in who you know. The gun is his; it is a loaner until you decide what kind you want.”

I put the permit in my wallet; yes, a wallet – not a purse – and put the holster and Glock on my belt along with the loaded extra clips he sent. Jen took several pictures and sent them to her dad. I told her to tell him, “Thanks!”

I now looked like an official Kent County College Security guard. I thought I looked silly, Jen thought I looked fantastic and was beaming. After a big hug and a good luck from Jen I climbed into the truck and away I went to play nurse-maid and chaperone to a bunch of college kids who only had party on their mind.

The trip from Kent Island to Kent County College took 45 minutes, which was another thing that was going to have to be added to my to-do list, find a car or a truck. The more I drove Jake’s truck the more I liked it. It had plenty of power and good ground clearance with the big tires and lift kit. Good ride and the crew cab was nice, especially with the short bed.

Edit by Alfmeister

Jen and I went into the house followed by her Dad. I had my hands in and out of ice for half an hour. I learned a lot about Jason Coles – county commissioner, attorney, prosecutor, and member of the Governor’s task force on crime – while we waited out the ice.

I wondered how long it would be before the cops showed up. It didn’t take long to find out, thirty five minutes exactly. A sheriff’s deputy knocked on the door.

“Mr. Coles, I’m looking for the person or persons that assaulted Roger Dukes,” he said.

“That would be me,” I replied.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Roberta Jones, my friends call me BJ,” I said.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Mr. Dukes assaulted Jenny, I stepped in to defend her,” I said.

“What kind of weapon did you hit him with?” he asked.

“I didn’t use any weapon,” I replied.

Jason turned, handed the deputy a newspaper and said, “She is telling it like it happened. Mr. Dukes threw the first punch; it was the only one he got to throw. He picked on the wrong woman to swing at this time.”

The deputy read the paper for a couple minutes about BJ being a martial arts instructor, self defense instructor, and the multiple medals for hand to hand combat competition.

He looked at me and said, “I guess you didn’t need anything but your hands, I think I have gotten all that I need. I don’t think there will be any charges pressed. Mr. Dukes would be a fool to pursue this and laughed out of town, would be more like it,” then he left.
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Jen followed me back to Jake’s house and we carried our things in. I put my things in one dresser.

Jen asked if she could put her things in the other.

“Sure,“ I replied.

“There are two more bags behind the seat, would you go get them?” I asked “I will fix us a cold drink.”

Jen brought them and sat them on the floor. We sat on the couch, enjoyed our drinks and it hit me.

“We haven’t had anything to eat yet – no wonder I’m hungry.”

“I think it should be breakfast since we just got up a little while ago,” she said.

We went to the Country Kitchen where they serve breakfast 24/7. Eggs and bacon with pancakes sounded good for a change.

While we waited I realized that I was sore all over from that little workout with Roger. That only reinforced my thoughts that I needed to get back into my exercise routine. I would check in the basement to see if Jake still had his gym set up down there.

When we got home the hot tub was to be next on the agenda. The food was good and we headed home. I sent Jen out to check the hot tub and get it ready. I picked up the 2 bags with the toys and opened them all. I ran the sink full of hot water, added a little chlorine and the toys to sterilize them.

Jen came in and said, “The tub is 102 and chemicals check OK”

I tossed her a towel and stripped off, then flipped my towel over my shoulder as I walked naked out the back door to the tub. Jen followed my style and settled into the tub beside me. We talked about the plans for tonight and tomorrow.

“Are you going to work tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yeah, I need to, “she said.

“I need to stay up all night to get on schedule; I want to be in Dover at 7 to pick up my uniforms so I will be able to see you off to work. Then I will sleep. I’ll be getting up just about the time you will be getting home. You are coming here, aren’t you? I want you to check out the uniform to make sure it looks OK,” I said.

“I want to see you in your uniform, so all that sounds good and I can’t wait to greet you when you come home Saturday morning and find all about your first day,” she said.

We had been in the tub long enough and I was feeling much better. Jen made us drinks, and I went into the bathroom to rinse and dry the toys. I put them in the night stand along with the lube I had bought.

We sat on the couch next to each other sipping the drinks, at some point she put her arm around me and gave me a light kiss. It was good to just relax next to a warm friend. A little while later we went in to the bedroom and to bed. I left a small light on. We kissed, hugged, sucked, and used our fingers. We swapped 69; me on top, then Jen on top.

I got up and dug into the toy box, and came out with the double strap on. There were eight inches for me, eight inches for her, held in place with a harness on me. It took a little effort to get it in just right and with the straps a little loose there was plenty of movement for both of us. It took a while to get the right rhythm but when we did – we were coming, moaning and screaming out our pleasure together. We ended with hugs and kisses as we separated.

Jen went to sleep and I hit the shower; a cold one so I could stay awake. I spent the next eight hours working on the college courses they wanted me to complete.

Edit by Alfmeister

It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon when I felt the bed move. I heard Jen peeing; I needed to do the same thing. I headed to the bathroom, I would soon know if we were still friends or mortal enemies. I waited until I heard her washing her hands before I walked in. I went to the medicine chest and handed her a new tube of toothpaste, a new toothbrush and a travel bottle of mouthwash. I sat and peed while she freshened up and then I did the same. There was a double sink so we each had one. I noticed her in the mirror looking at her self. She had a nice hickey by her right nipple and another small one on the side of her neck.

I had a small one on the side of my neck. I didn’t remember that happening; it must have been good.

Jen looked at me, smiled and said, “We were so good together! That was the first time I have been with a women and I loved it.”

“Then you won’t mind if I do this,” I said.

We were both still naked, so I pulled her to me, kissed her deeply and held our bodies tightly together.

“No, not at all,” she replied as she pulled me back to do the same thing.

“Well,” I said “I need to go to my house to get clothes and things then take you home or to get your car if you want to come back tonight.”

“I’m going to stay up all night to get into the night shift routine; you can join me if you like.”

“Tomorrow night will be my first night on the job, tomorrow morning I needed to go get my uniforms.” We pulled on our tops and me in my shorts, Jen in her cut offs – neither of us with panties – we went to my house.

Jen looked at her phone, “Oh my, 25 calls from Roger.”

” I can take care of that problem,” she said.

She dialed him on speaker mode. He answered with “Hey babe, where the hell did you go and where have you been, you bitch?”

Jen said, “Well, you’re right about me being a bitch, but I’m not your bitch any more. We are done its over, don’t call me for anything – just delete my number.”

She hung up and looked at me; “BJ, it feels great to be rid of that asshole,” she said.

At my old house I picked up my duffle bag and a lot of my clothes and equipment to keep at Jake’s house, now that I had reason to stay there.

I told Jen to look in the panties drawer and pick out something if she wanted.

“No,” she replied. “I think I want to be free this evening.”

She gave me directions to get to her house. It only took a few minutes.

“I’ll put together a quick travel bag and follow you back, OK,” Jen said.

“That will be great,” I replied.

I walked in with her. Her dad was at the table and Jen introduced us. We made small talk while Jen got her things.

He said “I know you from somewhere.”

“I have been out of the country for a while,” I said.

“Oh, OK, maybe I’m mistaken,” he said.

Jen yelled down, “BJ, can you help me a second.”

I went upstairs. Jen had thrown together two big bags and needed help getting them down. I carried both of them down for her. Her Dad raised his eyebrows as we went by but didn’t say a word.

I had just put them in the back of Jen’s car and we were getting ready to leave when Roger drove into the driveway and blocked us from leaving. He got out of his car all mouthy, shouting obscenities at Jenny. I’m sure everybody in the neighborhood could hear. He called her every word in the book while he was walking towards her.

“You fucking whore, how dare you leave me drunk at the bar, you were to drive me home, not answering my calls – you bitch. I’m not going to be treated that way. Who did you leave the bar with – I’m going to kick his ass for messing with my girlfriend,” he yelled.

He got to Jen a split second before I got there; I barely had time enough to deflect the slap he intended for her. He just lightly connected. I went into an immediate rage; no man was going to beat up on a woman if I had anything to do with it.

I threw my punch at his Adam’s apple and connected. I hadn’t connected hard enough to crush his larynx but he was one hurting puppy. Roger was against the truck with his hands at his throat. All my years of weight training, self defense plus the adrenaline rush came to the front. I was throwing punches at his soft spots as hard and as fast as I could. I landed multiple hits to his stomach, to his sides, under the rib cage and a couple of good ones just below the sternum. He started to lean forward to fall. I pushed him back and punched some more.

I was close putting him away for good when I heard someone yell, “Sergeant Jones, BJ, that’s enough, don’t kill him.”

I turned to see Jen’s dad walking to me. I turned back to Roger, grabbed him and half carried him back to his car. I opened the door and pushed him into the seat.

I said, “Don’t you ever com back here again, don’t you ever bother Jen again, or I will finish this and no one will ever find your body.”

I walked back to Jen and looked at the mark on her face. I wished I had hit Roger some more. We hugged and I asked, “Are you OK? I’m sure we both had tears in our eyes.

Jen’s dad said, “As soon as I saw you throw that first punch I remembered your picture and story in the paper. You live up to the billing. Thanks for protecting Jenny!”

“How are your hands? Come in the house, let’s put ice on them,” he said.

Edit by Alfmeister

After supper I worked on the internet on the courses the college wanted me to take. I worked at it till 11 PM then decided that I would go down to the Reds Dock Bar.

After a shower I put on shorts and a tight top with no bra, it was midnight when I got there. The music was loud and there were plenty of drunks by now. All the guys were either around the pool tables or arguing about the game that was on the wide screen. I found an empty table and ordered a beer. While the waitress was gone I noticed that there seemed to be a lot of tables that had one or two girls sitting at them with a lot of beer bottles on the tables. Then it hit me; the guys were at the bar and wide screen getting drunk and the girls were stranded until the guys were ready to go home. I laughed at that one; nothing had changed but the faces.

The table beside me had a nice looking lady sitting at it by her self but only one mixed drink glass sitting on it. Either she was alone or was the designated driver.

When the waitress came back with my beer I told her to bring her another of whatever she was drinking.

When the waitress set the drink on the table she asked her, “Who ordered the drink for me?” the waitress pointed in my direction.

She picked up the drink and her purse and came over, “May I join you?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

“I’m Jenny Coles,” she said as she extended her hand.

“Roberta Jones My friends call me BJ, “I said as I shook her hand, “Please sit down.”

“Are you here alone?” I asked.

“Yes and no, my date Roger is already wasted in front of the TV with his friends, I guess I was window dressing for his friends. This was our third date and is the last. He has only been back over here once since we got here, “ she said.

“That’s too bad; you’re too beautiful to be treated that way,” I said.

And she was. She had long blond hair, maybe 120 lbs, nice chest, small waist, in her mid 20’s. Roger needed someone to kick his ass, I thought. That or walk out with his woman.

We made small talk for a while. I found out she worked for the state in Annapolis and I told her about my past and about the new job. I found out that she lived down route18 several miles from my house.

She said, “You know, I’m bored and horny as hell – soon I’m going to the bar and ask if anyone wants to fuck.” I burst out laughing.

“To be honest, I am too but I don’t want a drunk puking on me,” I said.

Then she was the one to laugh. “Been there done that,“ she said.

“I know where there is a place that will play soft music on demand and there are no drunks, if you don’t mind being there with another lady,” I said.

“Let’s finish our drinks and go then,” she said.

I paid the tab as we walked out. Roger never saw us leave.

I walked with her towards the truck and be damned if another drunk tried to corral us in the parking lot. All I could smell was booze and cigarettes.

“Hey girls, how about you coming with me – I can make you both happy,” he said.

Then he reached for Jenny’s breast. I intercepted his hand, gave it a twist, two solid hits to the ribs and I put him face down on the parked car we were beside.

I turned to Jenny and asked, “Are you OK?”

She was pale as a ghost. I put my arm around her to make sure she would not fall and walked her to the truck. I helped her get in and asked her again, “Are you OK?”

“I am scared. What if I had come out here by myself?” she asked.

“I wasn’t and you didn’t, “ I replied

What I didn’t say was it was all I could do not to beat the shit head to death, which I desperately wanted to do.

We left the parking lot and I ask what kind of booze she liked. “Beer, Coors Lite, and Jack with coke,” she replied.

I stopped at Bakers and picked up a case and a bottle and coke. I drove to Jake’s house, hit the garage door opener and drove in closing the door behind us. I helped her out of the truck and into the living room and then went back for the booze. I put the beer and coke in the fridge. I made two Jack and cokes on ice and carried them and two beers into the living room.

I looked through the CD stack and found one that I thought was soft and slow, to set the mood. I handed her a drink and sat down beside her with mine.

We sipped and talked. “I was so scared,” she said.

“I wasn’t going to allow anything to happen to you. You are safe with me,” I said

I put my arm around her as she leaned over and said, “I know that now.”

We sat quietly for a few minutes with my arm around her. The music softly played. She had her hands resting in her lap. I put my hand on hers. The song changed to a slow – what I called a hold them close – song.

I asked Jenny, “Would you like to dance?”

“I would love to,“ she said.

We stood, took a long sip from our drinks and walked around the end table. I kicked off my shoes so we would be the same height.

“I have never done this before,” Jen said

“I have, just relax,” I said. I pulled her to me and placed one arm around her high up on her back over her bra. My other hand I placed at the top of her butt. I put my head on her shoulder and kissed the side of her neck, soft kisses, and then harder ones. I felt her squirm a little then a little whimper, she pulled me tighter. I playfully sucked on her neck and felt her kissing my neck.

We moved with the music – a hug here, a kiss there. We separated and I kissed Jen gently on the lips and started to pull away; she pulled me back and we kissed with passion. Our lips parted, our tongues touched, lightly at first, then with the fire of the passion we were feeling. I pulled Jen close and slid my hands up her sides and under her top. I needed to feel her skin.

As my hands hit her skin she moaned and said, “Yes, please touch me.”

“I can’t wait to feel you,” I replied.

I lifted Jen’s top over her head, unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor.

“Now me,” I whispered “Now me.”

She hooked her fingers under the edge of my top and lifted it off, dropping it in the floor with hers. As if connected we reached out and lifted each other’s breasts then pinched and rolled the nipples. I pulled us together again so I could feel Jen’s breasts against mine. My nipples were like bullets. Jen’s breasts felt like hot pokers against me. We kissed open mouth, tongues in play. I moaned, Jen moaned.

I reached between us, unbuttoned her cutoffs and helped them slide to the floor. My mouth stopped at her breast. I kissed it, sucked on the nipple and rolled the nipple between my teeth. My hand had found her clit at the same time and I squeezed it. Jen gasped, let out a loud moan and started to tremble.

“BJ, oh God, I’m cuming ahhhh I’mmmmm cumming,” she said.

I eased Jen to the couch. My mouth never left her nipple; I was sucking it as hard as I could. I knew she would have one hell of a hickey there tomorrow to remember me by. I pulled her to the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide. I left a trail of kisses to her pussy. It was shaved with just a little landing zone above the clit. I licked around it, sucked on the lips and tongue fucked her hole.

“Damn, she is leaking lube like crazy, I should have brought a towel,” I thought.

I went back to her clit, stroked it with my tongue, sucked on it and nipped it with my teeth. She grabbed my head with both hands, pulled my mouth against her pussy and held it tight.

Then she got vocal “Oh, don’t stop, harder, right there, oh yes, more, I’m cuming again.”

I got a little shot, a squirt, and then another. I thought maybe she had peed a little but it was slippery, sweet and good. Damn, Jen had squirted her cum into my mouth. Oh, how I wish I had brought the toys in.

I took my shorts off and used them to wipe my face. I climbed up on the couch facing her. I pressed our breasts together and kissed her. Jen reached to my pussy and fingered me and my clit, I came, and came. I cried, whimpered, and I moaned.

We rested. Then we made our way to the shower together. I soaped up, washed, kissed, hugged, and held Jen. She would indeed have a nice hickey on her right nipple. I thought about making them a matched set, hmm, next time.

I pushed her back against one of the hand bars, got on my knees and sucked her clit again. I soaped my finger and worked it against her brown hole.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a pitched voice.

“Relax and enjoy,” I replied.

When she came I had that finger as deep as it would go. Jen was in overload shaking, screaming, cuming, and squirting.

The sun was up now; we had sucked and fingered all night long. I dried us off and helped her to the spare room that was going to be mine while I stayed here. I sent Mom a quick text about where I was that I was going to bed now and didn’t want to be disturbed until 5 PM at least. Jen called and took the day off. I got into bed with Jen and held her as tight as I dared. I felt different, relaxed and had a peaceful feeling that I hadn’t had in a long time.

Edit by Alfmeister

It was noon when I got back home. I called the Kent College Security Department to inquire about requirements for the security job there and the pay. I learned they still had several positions open for the night shift. The requirements were a joke. You had to be able to pass a background test, be a living, breathing US citizen and be able to read and write.

I thought to myself, “No wonder they are having problems.”

I also found out that all but one were retirees and only working part time. The staffing was a nightmare. The lady I talked to wanted me to come up today, fill out an application and do an interview right away, if I could work nights. None of the part-timers wanted to work nights.

I said, “I would be there in an hour.”

In an hour I was sitting down in front of Mrs. Shirley Short, the Human Resources rep. Mrs. Short questioned me for another hour as I filled out the application. The HR rep took all the paperwork plus my Marine paperwork I had brought to copy it. Mrs. Short gave me the grand tour. One thousand students at what was one time an all girl liberal arts college age eighteen and up. Plus, there were another 200 student that commuted. The dorms weren’t coed but they may just as well have been, there were as many boys in the girl’s dorm as there were girls and for the most part it looked like most clothing was optional.

I noticed that we did not encounter one door that was locked during the tour. When we got back to the office I was offered the job, if I could start immediately. I also had to take and satisfactorily complete several online college courses in criminal law and the investigative fields from an approved list.

The HR rep said the two years I had spent as an MP while I did my Asian stint was the kicker.

It also helped that the director of HR was a retired Marine Major and was impressed that I had gotten two field promotions during my service time.

I asked about uniforms, weapons and pay. I was told that Lawman’s Supply in Dover, Delaware would supply everything but a hand gun, which I could not have until the background check came back. All items were the property of the college when I left. The pay was better than I expected, so I took the job with the conditions they had laid out. I was sworn in and handed a security badge.

Fifteen minutes later I was headed to Dover with a letter of authorization for uniforms and equipment. When I left Dover I had everything but uniforms. They had to be altered to fit and I could pick them up in 2 days on Friday morning. That was cutting it close because Friday night was to be my first night. The passenger seat was full when I came home.

I got home and filled Mom and Dad in on my day, I was elated – I never dreamed that I would find a job on the first day. It was going to be a learning experience and a challenge. I intended to learn everything I could from it. My schedule was to be four twelve hour days, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday from 7 PM to 7 AM with Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off. I would need to get on a night schedule and I would start tonight. I unloaded the truck and put everything in my room for now. I had a feeling that after the first week I would be moving to Jake’s house in order to be able to sleep during the day.

Edit by Alfmeister

“Mom, after we get done sunbathing and supper, will you take me to get Jake’s truck? There are some things I need to get started doing tomorrow, “I said.

“Sure, Jake’s been worried about someone breaking in so Dad and I take turns going over to check thing out and turning on different lights. It might be good if you stayed over there every now and then,” she said.

After supper Mom, Dad and I went over to Jake’s house. It was on the bay with a nice back yard that went right to the water. Dad cut the grass. Mom and I went inside to check things out. Everything was OK, but the house needed a good cleaning.

I told Mom that I would come over to clean it in a day or two and may stay to give it a lived in look if she didn’t mind.

She said that would be great because she really didn’t have time to give it a proper cleaning.

I found the keys to Jake’s truck so I went out to see if it would start. It was an almost new F250 Ford diesel, big tires and all jacked up.

“Damn, just the right truck for a tom girl,” I thought.

I took it out to the highway and headed east to get the feel of it and give it a run. I then knew why Jake wanted a truck like this. I saw more legs and panties and legs with no panties than I had since boot camp. To be honest, I enjoyed the view.

On the way home I picked up all the local papers so I could scope out the job market. I read the paper for a while. I noticed a story on the front page of the Kent county paper about the college there. They had had 4 rapes and 3 attempted rapes there in the last year and so far no one had been caught. The last one had been only a week ago, that made my blood boil. I had been on the wrong end of that.

I also noticed they were looking for several temporary security people for the rest of the college year. I wondered what the requirements were for that. A call tomorrow would answer that.

Out of four local papers there were only two jobs that piqued my interest at all: the security job and the local lumber company wanting a local delivery person. There were a few of the hi-end jobs that required college degrees and lots of minimum wage entry jobs. Mom had given me the password so I could use her computer. I spent the next 3 hours looking for a job that I thought I would like.

I decided to call it a night and headed to the shower. I washed my hair, shaved under my arms, lathered my pussy and made it baby smooth, and then after the shower rubbed it with lotion to prevent razor burn. I had given away all my toys I had at home when I went into the service and the things I had used in the service I had thrown away before I left the sand box.

I wondered if the bookstore in Annapolis still carried a selection. Tomorrow I would find out, sometimes I needed more than just my fingers and I just was not ready to hit the bar scene yet.

I was at the MVA when they opened. Three hours later after a lot of runaround and going through 15 people it was decided that I needed to get a learners permit for a commercial license, take the written test and wait a few weeks. Then make an appointment for the driving test and bring the type of vehicle I was taking the test for and I would be able to get a commercial license. I got the commercial learners permit that would allow me to drive all types of trucks including a tractor trailer type vehicle. I had driven them in the marines so I didn’t think I would have any problem. The only problem was finding a vehicle in class to use for the driving test but I was sure Dad knew someone who had one I could borrow. But once I had the license I would be covered if I needed to go that route.

After I left the MVA I went to West Street to see if the book store was open, and it was. I bought several different sizes and length of dildo, a double and several strap on. On the way out I saw sale packs of DVDs so I got a pack of straight and a pack of girl on girl. I was covered no matter what my mood was.

Edit by Alfmeister

I showered, and then opened the windows to get rid of the odor of sex. I hoped it would be gone by the time Mom got home. I changed the bed sheets and ran the washer. I found an old bikini that was 3 sizes too small but put it on anyhow, grabbed a beer from the fridge and went out onto the deck. Under an umbrella I gazed out over the bay towards Annapolis.

I wondered what the future would hold for me. I was sure a Marine recruiter would come to see if I would re-enlist but I was done with the military.

I could go to college as far as the GI education bill would carry me. Was that what I wanted? There were several in the area to chose from. Chesapeake College, Washington College, Anne Arundel Community College, Salisbury State University, and John Hopkins were a few that came to mind.

I could try for a nursing degree that was at least a four year program. That would make me thirty three when I graduated. That seemed to be a lot too old to be just starting in that field, besides I had seen enough blood to last a lifetime.

Salisbury and Anne Arundel both had law enforcement programs. I would have to check that out. With that I could try for one of the local police departments, possibly the MSP or DNR. I had kicked down plenty of doors on huts in the sand box and felt up a lot of women just to be sure they were women – I wondered if that would count for anything? MSP and DNR were way political so I could pretty much count them out.

There was always the Secretary route, but that just did not go high on the list. I was more the outdoor type than that.

Lowes, Home Depot stocking shelves, well that was the bottom of the barrel!

How about starting a lawn care business, wonder how much that would cost? Jake did say I could use his truck while he was gone. It was at his house in the garage. Mom had the keys to his place.

Then there was the bay, I has spent one summer working as a mate on a charter fishing boat, seven days a week smelling like fish. I would have to think long and hard on that one.

There were a lot of minimum wage jobs that could be had in the area but I just couldn’t see myself being a waitress or some kind of sales clerk.

I could always go to Baltimore or DC and work in one of the strip joints; maybe someone would pay to see me get naked. I thought ha-ha-ha; that was the very last resort before starving.

I could drive a truck; I wondered what would be involved in getting the required license and how long that would take. I had to put together a to-do list.

Go get Jakes truck. Go to the MVA and check about a license to drive a truck, get Mom to give me the password for the computer, pick up local papers to look for a job. Go over finances to see what I had saved and what I had that I could spend. I had been pretty stingy with my money the last 10 years. I had used Uncle Sam to the max and I had stayed away from all the traps that most GIs fall into. I expected I wouldn’t be forced to get a job right away. Jake had invested it for me. He always seemed to have some inside track to the best investments.

Also, if I didn’t want to stay at home I could stay at Jake’s empty house. That would be nice if I wanted some privacy some night to party.

That was another thing that I would have to do was to find new friends. All my friends had moved away, Samantha was out west somewhere. Crystal of course had perished in an auto accident, Betty gone, well I was there. April had moved down south and had six kids at last count.

The beer was empty so I went back into the house to pee and get another. While in the bathroom I realized I had the traditional farmer’s tan. Tan face, neck and arms – the rest of me was pale. On the counter I noticed a bottle of suntan lotion and carried it and a towel to the deck after stopping by the fridge for the beer.

I moved the lounge chair into the full sun, removed the bikini and applied lotion to the front of my body and lay down in the warm sun. I turned every few minutes so I would not burn.

I didn’t hear Mom until she said “Hi BJ! Getting some sun?”

“Yeah Mom” I replied.

“Stay there, I’ll join you in a minute,“ she said.

“OK Mom, “ I said.

I reached for the towel as she stepped onto the deck. She said, “You don’t need to do that.” Then as she reached the lounge she dropped her towel and was as naked as I was.

She said, “You don’t think you’re the only one who likes to get a total tan, do you?” then she added, “You need to do a trim job there girl.”

“Yes Mom,” I replied. I also noticed she was shaved too.

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We landed at BWI after what seemed to be a forever flight, then an hour ride to Eastern shore. It was nearly dark when we got home. I remember when I was little, looking out from the back porch across the bay seeing the Navel Academy. Tonight was no different; the Academy was all lit up. I’m sure all the Middies were cramming for tomorrow’s test, burning the midnight oil.
We were all exhausted, too exhausted for Mom to be cooking, so we went to the Inn. Those Maryland crab cakes were just as I remembered, good to the last bite, I even had several cold draft beers.
Dad and Jake helped carry my bags in to my old room. It had been two years since I had been home. Everything was just as I had left it; Mom hadn’t moved a thing and the room was spotless. A long hot shower was in store. After the shower I stood in front of a full length mirror for the first time in a long time.
‘I’m going to grow my hair a little longer,’ I thought. I still have that tomboy look. I have muscles in places that most girls don’t have muscles, thanks to carrying those heavy packs all these years. Being female on the front line didn’t cut any slack and I would have never asked for any slack.
My boobs had filled out more and sagged a little, some of the side effects of getting older. I was a very full C cup now and my nipples were larger and more pronounced; just the right kind for getting pierced. I giggled at that. I’ll have to think about that more. I kinda liked that that idea.
My butt still had the right shape and was firm – no fat there. My tummy was flat, thanks to sit-ups everyday. Tomorrow I was going to shave my pussy. I liked it smooth; it had been furry too long. I reached down and spread the lips. I realized that I was getting worked up, I was starting to get wet and my clit popped out of its hood nice and long and big. Hmm, should I consider getting it pierced as well? I pulled on a long tee-shirt – good for a night shirt – and no panties and climbed into bed.
I slept soundly, may be it was the beer, total exhaustion or maybe just being home. I don’t remember a thing. I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to bright sunlight and Jake sliding under the covers.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“10 AM,” he replied. “Mom and Dad have gone to work and I have to leave to go back to Tennessee in the afternoon. I want to spend the day with you.”
“You have to go back so soon?” I asked.
“The job is very busy right now, I should be finished there and back before Christmas,” he said.
He pulled me close and kissed me, softly at first then adding some tongue against my lips. I softened and let his tongue invade my mouth, teasing back with my tongue. Then we tried to choke each other with plenty of tongue. We broke the kiss and he responded by kissing the side of my neck and feeling up my tits. I wiggled around so we could get my shirt off; when they were free he sucked on the nipples hard.
He said, “Nipples like these would look great pierced.”
“Yeah, I know,” I replied.
I was getting wet and he would soon know; his hand was headed there. I spread my legs to allow him easy access.
“I see that we both want the same thing,” he said laughing.
Jake rubbed my clit a little and he had me squirming in no time. Then he slid a finger in. If he didn’t stop soon I was going to cum. He must have read my mind. He removed his fingers and hand completely from my mound.
I found his cock and stroked it a couple of times, then slid my fingers to the tip and spread the pre-cum that was leaking around the head. I decided right then what I wanted for breakfast. I moved and opened my mouth and closed it around the head, flicking the tip with my tongue and started stroking it at the same time.
I took my hand away and started to fuck his cock with my mouth, taking it deeper with each down stroke. My mouth was full to the back of my throat. I still had room for my hand and more between my chin and his hair. I opened wide and pushed down hard. I got another inch but that was all I could do; I needed a lot more practice. Then I realized he was thrusting and moaning. He had started to cum in my mouth. I held as much as I could in my mouth and swallowed the rest. I pulled his mouth to mine and we shared his cum.
Jake rolled me over onto my back and said “It’s your turn now.”
He moved down, kissing my pussy softly over the lips, working down skipping over my clit as he spread me like a flower. He circled my sensitive hole with his tongue several times then flicked the tip back and forth across it. Then his tongue went in deep. I thrust my pelvis up hard to get as much as I could, then he pulled out. He continued lower, tormenting my perineum. I didn’t remember being that sensitive there, but it was quickly putting me near the edge.
He went lower circling my anus with kisses, lashed across a few times and started back up licking and probing as he did. When he got to my clit he sucked all of it in his mouth as far and as hard as he could, and terrorized the tip with his tongue. Then he bit down and I was on a rocket ship to the moon, my orgasm took control of my body, I grabbed his head and pulled him tight to my pussy. I arched up hard and the result was he bit even harder on my clit.
With the pain/pleasure I was moaning, crying, screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me.”
But he didn’t. He let me come down to a whimper. I pulled him up to kiss him. He pulled my legs wide as he came up. The target was wide open as he reached my mouth, his missile aimed dead center. As my lips touched his to kiss I felt the tip of his cock enter my pussy – he shoved his cock deep and I was off again. He was fucking me like a jackhammer. He was pounding my ass into the mattress. We were cuming hard. I was running out of oxygen; there were flashes of light, stars, and then darkness. When I regained consciousness it was several hours later – I guess I fell into a deep sleep.
Jake had showered and left, a note was beside me.
It said, “BJ, you were sleeping so soundly and looked so heavenly that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. My plane is leaving BWI in less than an hour and I must hurry. Please call me every day, come to see me when you can. I love you dearly, Jake.
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I don’t remember much about that night’s sleep. I had short, little dreams, bits and pieces about being on the battlefield.
When I started to get restless someone pulled me close and whispered, “It’s OK, I’m here, you’re OK,” sometimes there was a kiss attached to those words, other times there were hugs from both sides.
When I woke up I realized I was sandwiched between two warm bodies – male bodies at that. I knew that because I had two hard cocks between my legs, one from the front attached to Jake and the other attached to Jim. I reached down and found that the tip of the one from the rear was past the front of my legs, I could easily play with the head. I reached behind me and found I was able to do the same with the one pushed through from the front.
“Hmm, boys – I need to get back to the base; there are a lot of things happening today and I need to get there soon, we just don’t have time for this.” I dressed in a new set of fatigues, and then I put all the decorations and pins in all the right places. I hated women’s dress uniforms.
The guys carried me back to the base where I had another meeting scheduled with Drs Rich and Moore. We talked three hours about everything, how I felt, my expectations, what I was going to do. They were amazed at how relaxed I looked. If they only knew!
They were interested if I was going to re-enlist. I said, “No, not even if I got another promotion.” I had been in the sandbox too long. We will always be at war in the sandbox. They agreed and gave me a list of numbers for help if I needed it when I got home and their personal contact numbers if I needed to talk to them.
At noon we went out to the Parade Grounds with the other 5000 or so soldiers that were being rotated out. My family and Betty’s family were seated in the section behind my group.
After all the pomp and circumstance and the Commander’s address, the Generals started with the routine, patting each other on the back and passing out ribbons and battle stars to all the officers. Then they began the promotions list, and finally the medal awards.
I was day dreaming about home when I heard “Sergeant Roberta Jones – please come forward.” At first it didn’t register, then I realized that was me. I stood and properly walked to the stage. I stood at attention while my unit commander read:
“On 6 June convoy 12630 was ambushed by 40 Taliban fighters. While taking heavy enemy fire and heavy causalities, Sergeant Jones assumed command of convoy 12630, calling in and directing air support and air cover. Sergeant Jones completed the mission while wounded.
For Service Above And Beyond the Call of Duty.
The Purple Heart
The Bronze Star”
The General walked forward and placed the medals around my neck. The ceremony was over and we were dismissed. I could go home.
We had an evening flight home. Jake and JJ sat on each side of me; we held hands under a blanket. During the flight I laid my head on Jake’s shoulder and went to sleep.
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We returned to the motel. The Moms and Dads were concerned that I would be alright. I assured them I would be. Jake and I showered together. It was nonsexual. It felt wonderful to have someone wash my back and hair and I washed him. We dried off and headed to bed.

His was a king size bed; he threw the covers back and I melted in his arms. He kissed me like we had never been apart. We kissed lightly, and then so hard I wondered if my lips would be bruised tomorrow. We dueled with our tongues then kissed our way down to more sensitive parts. He sucked and pinched my nipples, mauled my breasts. When I felt his hand on my mound my knees went weak. I went down on them.

I grasped his hard cock in my hand and kissed the tip, licked the underside from the tip to his balls. I slipped my mouth over the head and swabbed my tongue around it and back and forth on the tip. I heard him moan loudly and felt him rock his hips, thrusting a little more of it my mouth. I slowly started bobbing my head taking more and more until it was at the back of my throat. I tried to work some of it down my throat. It had been so long I had to remember how to relax to be able to deep throat it. I couldn’t do it; I was going to have to relearn that trick. I continued to suck and bob on his cock, driving it hard against the back of my throat, causing me to lightly gag. I could sense him getting close, I stopped and stood, my mouth was not where I wanted him to cum.

I stepped backwards and lay on the bed; he followed me and was kissing me as my head touched the pillow. I pulled him close, my tongue penetrating his lips. Our tongues fought passionately building the desire. He broke the kiss and started working his way down. On my neck he placed sweet gentle kisses and more between my breasts, and then he sucked on my nipples pulling back hard on them until the pressure broke the suction. He took the nipple between his teeth and gently bit it; pain to my pleasure.

If he was trying to drive me wild it was working. He kept going, stopping at my navel; first he kissed it then playfully wiggled his tongue in, making me giggle. And then he was there, first light kisses, then a lick. He spread the flower and placed a kiss on its wet core. He pulled it between his lips and sucked hard then flicked his tongue across it. I was going mad. I reach down and pulled him up – I wanted him in me now.

He teased me; he rested his cock against me and flexed it against my clit. I reached down, and tried to pull it into me. He pulled away then relented; I guided it and the head found the perfect spot. He leaned down, placed his mouth on mine and shoved, pushing my ass against the bed; I rocked my hips finding the angle I needed to take him deep. And deep he went, he hit bottom, I screamed into his mouth, and he pulled out and did it again, his nuts were mashed against me, my clit mashed. He started thrusting gently then harder, first short strokes, then longer, finally full strokes pounding me hard. I was cuming in waves over and over again, each one taking me higher. I thought I heard the door open and close but I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t be sure of anything outside of me and Jake. I started getting dizzy, my orgasms so strong I saw flashes of light, stars, I was flooding. I felt Jake stiffen then throb, his cum pulsing into me. Then I passed out for a moment. When I fully came to my senses Jake was lying beside me. He pulled me tight and we rested.

When I came fully back to my senses I saw Jim, sitting in the chair naked, slowly stroking his cock. It was as long as Jake’s and may be a little fatter. Jake was lying beside me.

Jim said, “Damn Jake that was better than the movies. Do you share?”

Jake said “I forgot that you were spending the night here. We have with other women together but never another man.”

I looked at Jake and raised my eyebrows. I moved so I could use my mouth to clean our juices from his cock. As soon as I started licking, it started rising, by the time it was clean he was as hard as a rock.

I motioned Jim over and put them side by side so I could suck both cocks. I knew it wouldn’t take much to get Jim off so I sucked him enough to get him slick. I then had him lie on his back and mounted him cowgirl style. Even though I was freshly fucked it was a tight fit and took a lot of trying to get it in me.

Then I leaned down on him and told Jake to try it.

I knew if I said, “Stop,” Jake would.

Jim hugged and kissed me as Jake got into a position to fuck my ass. He scooped all the juices he could that had been leaking from my pussy and slowly worked one and then two fingers into me, I felt his cock against the opening and then steady pressure with an occasional extra push. I felt it sliding in then it stopped. His cock had come to the inner sphincter. Instead of forcing it, which would have hurt, Jake withdrew a little and then applied more steady pressure. I felt myself relaxing and then Jake sliding in deeper. I was on James as deep as I could get him and now Jake was balls deep in my ass. I was full stretched to the limit. If they were any bigger they would have torn me.

Jake started to move, short strokes then longer. The pressure eased and gave way to pleasure. I then started flexing my hips to meet his thrusts. We got the motion together quickly. I was fucking James while Jack was fucking my ass. I could feel the two cocks working against each other, separated by very little. I was getting hot. My pleasure was getting out of control. My orgasm was near; I hoped that Jake and James would come with me.

I started begging them, “I’m almost there, cum with me, please cum with me.”

I was slamming down hard on Jim and Jake was slamming my ass equally hard.

“I’m cumming,“ I started to say but in the middle of it I went quiet; James grunted and thrust up hard into my pussy and flooded me with his cum. Seconds later Jake grabbed my hips and shoved deep as he could, his cock throbbing as it put squirt after squirt of cum deep in my rectum. We collapsed on each other. We finally untangled, hit the showers and fell into the other dry king sized bed.

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