Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
The young man nods.
“I know. But still, some couples stick it out, you know? Guys are shipped to Kosovo or Kandahar, and they still marry their high school sweethearts and raise families together.”
I squeeze his hand sympathetically.
“And that’s fine for them, but I think we both knew that we weren’t going to go that route. And that’s okay too! Sometimes, people just go their separate ways, and that’s the way life is. I’ll support you in Kosovo, Kandahar, Baghdad, Okinawa, or wherever you find yourself, Benji. You know I’m here for you no matter what, even if we’re no longer romantically involved.”
A look of relief crosses Benji’s face, and his shoulders slump as if he’s just let go of a lot of tension.
“Thanks Mari,” he says in a low voice. “I really appreciate it.”
I salute him merrily.
“Anything for our troops! Here’s to Uncle Sam.”
He shoots me a half-smile.
“Don’t even get me started on Uncle Sam because sometimes, I’m not sure our politicians know what’s going on overseas. But that’s neither here nor there,” he says in a firm tone. “I’m a patriot, and I want to do my duty. My dad was a Marine, and my grandad before him. Maybe I’m not Marine quality, but I’m Army quality, and that’s enough.”
I squeeze his hand with a supportive smile.
“It’s more than enough, Benji. We appreciate your sacrifice.”
But then the young man’s shoulders slump once more.
“What is it?” I ask cautiously. “Are you okay?”
He shrugs.
“Well, it’s just that …”
I nod.
“What?”
He heaves a big sigh and slants his eyes away from me.
“Well, you know there are no women at Fort Benning.”
I stare at him.
“Really? How is that possible though? I mean, female soldiers have to go through basic training too, right?”
Benji nods miserably.
“Yes, but the women go to Fort Leonard Wood, Fort Sill or Fort Jackson. There won’t be any in Georgia,” he says in a morose voice.
I squint.
“Really? It seems so old-fashioned, not to mention close-minded, to separate the sexes. I mean, it’s not like there’s a women’s regiment that will deploy on its own.”
Benji shakes his head.
“No, it’s not like that. Those three facilities are gender-integrated, so there will be men and women present. It’s only Fort Benning and Fort Knox in Kentucky that are men-only. It’s going to be rough.”
I nod, squeezing his hand again.
“Yeah, I’ll say. Oakdale’s schools are all gender-integrated. Heck, we went to public school, so of course they were! I’m sorry, Benji. I had no idea it would be a sausage fest where you’re headed.”
He makes a face while staring at my pale peach shag carpet.
“It’s going to be bad,” he acknowledges in a low voice. “Except…”
“Except what?”
Benji heaves another low sigh.
“Well, maybe you could help me, Mari. As a sort-of going-away present.”
I squint.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Benji nods.
“It’s not that big of a deal, Mari. You support the troops, right? Think of this as one way in which you can support a soldier.”
I stare at him.
“Um, I don’t think this is what boosters have in mind when they say we support our troops.”
Benji nods.
“Yes, but it is a contribution, even if it’s a very personal one. Please, Mari,” he begs. “You know I won’t lay eyes on a woman for at least ten weeks, if not longer. Just a little,” he pleads.
I take a deep breath. To be honest, I don’t really want to because Benji and I are broken up now, so I shouldn’t have to, right? But on the other hand, I do feel sorry for the teenage boy. I haven’t heard the greatest things about Georgia, and God knows I would hate it if I were stuck in the barracks with hundreds of other women.
“Okay fine,” I say, relenting. “But no vaginal or anal. Only oral.”
“Yeah, that’s fine!” Benji says, perking up. “I totally appreciate it, Mari.” Within seconds, he’s got his dong out, and he’s pressing on my shoulders so that I kneel in front of him on the floor. “This will just take a second,” he promises. “Thank you so much, Mari.”
I stare at the member before me. To be honest, Benji’s not too bad to look at down there. He’s a nice eight inches, uncut, and he’s as hard as a diamond right now. That’s the plus about being eighteen, I suppose. Even the promise of an oral session is enough to get him going within seconds.
“Thanks again,” Benji says in a breathless voice, his hazel eyes gleaming down at me. “I really appreciate this, Mari.”
Ugh. This isn’t what I want, but I suppose I’m taking one for the team. Slowly, I lean forward and lick at his tip. He immediately spurts a bit of pre-come, even as his head tilts back and his eyes close.
“Yeah,” Benji groans. “Mmm, more.”
Hesitantly, I place his head onto my tongue and then close my lips around the fat girth. He tastes okay, kind of like he just showered before coming over. Was this part of the plan? Probably so, but I guess it’s okay. Again, I’m supporting our troops.