RHU Chronicles Vol. IV

He watched with sexual desire; his loins burning with want. She sat just two tables away from him in the DFAC. It had gotten back to him that she would be there. The way the syrup dripped from her full lips made him rethink the time she took his breath away with her kiss. He was sick to his stomach when he learned her days as a holdover at the company was coming to an end. She was being sent to RHU, the return home unit. Her caramel, brown skin was flawless and, even in ACUs, her breasts full and perky. He knew she knew he was watching her. She and her friends then turned to him, going into a riot of giggles, as if to confirm the already known. However, it was not just her laughter he heard…it was her moans that rang louder in his ears.

PVT Sparks stared daringly at DS Gardner. Her seductive eating had caught his attention and she laughed inwardly because now he was hopelessly drooling over her. He had to have known he looked obvious, sitting there with no food nor drink. Her and the drill sergeant had previous history, given he was her DS in the company she was discharged from. She knew he had a crush on her from Day 0, but never showed this much persistence until she became a holdover. Now that he had worked strings to get over to RHU, she was now his special play toy and he hers. Of course, the situation-ship was still not allowed, but that did not stop him from showing her ways in which he was hers. From allowing her to keep her phone (so they could text one another) to leaving contraband in her locker as gifts (candy, mini sex toys, etc.). Her mind drifted back to their last time together at the company. He had found out she was being discharged and was livid. During fireguard he had cornered her coming out the latrine and took her into the one for Cadre only. Bending her over, hands on her ankles, he fucked her like he was hurt. Picked her up and pinned her against the wall, the long strokes she could almost feel at that very moment. She was left coming and shaking beyond her control; thus, leaving her in a puddle just at the thought.

“Get out RHU,” DS Vernon shouted.

Sparks snapped back from her stroll down memory lane and proceeded to dispose of her tray. Upon hearing his fellow superior, DS Gardner jumped up and hastily made his way in her direction. Given he had been sitting there with nothing to show he enjoyed a lovely meal, he knew it looked suspicious. As the two secret lovers passed one another she felt his hand brush against her; it took all her composure to not melt on the floor.

“Girl, when did he start eating during our time” PVT Meyers, Spark’s bisexual bestie, murmured when she saw Gardner.

“Why you think?” Sparks smirked, “he misses mommy”.

“You’re too cute for that if you ask me,” Meyers playfully jabbed, “but to each their own”.

As the two tossed their trays and exited the building, Sparks could see DS Gardner outside sitting outside on a bench smiling at his phone. A twinge of jealousy ran through her because it wasn’t her he was texting.

Gardner had purposely sat waiting for his muse and as he waited he rummaged through their old texts. He chuckled at how freaky they were, as if anything had changed. Lost in thought, he did not feel her presence when she approached him. It was not until she spoke that he came back to reality.

“Hey,” she stated.

“What’s up,” he responded, not looking up from his phone.

“I see you switched up your scheduled eating time,” she said.

“I have eaten at this time all the time, just some days I’m a tad later than others,” Gardner lied as he stretched and stood to his feet.

Both knew what the other was thinking and the follow up of a long pause did not help prove that theory. It was suddenly so surreal that the two were back in such close proximity to one another, and with clothes on for that matter. He wanted to take her by her slim waist and fill her soul and as if reading his mind, she shuddered in response. Sparks turned and signaled for her battle buddy, leaving the DS with his own soldier at discreet attention. As she walked away Gardner watched her ass bounce, it bounced just like that when he rose her up and down on his dick. A memory of them in the duty van made him grow to visibility and once her company marched off he returned to his duties.

As she marched along in formation, her thoughts raced; the main one being his purpose for being there. Last she could recall speaking with him, he mentioned something about being reassigned to another company. With that memory also came the frustration she had felt from him being so last minute in telling her. That wet dream of a man had a knack for pissing her off, but she never lacked in doing the same. Once back in their bay, her battle buddy approached her with evident concern.

“So, what you going to do?” Meyers questioned.

“T’ana, I don’t have a piece of a clue. It’s the popping up with no forewarning for me,” Sparks scoffed.

“You act like he has the capability to do so,” Meyers reminded.

Given she had not told her friend she had access to her phone, per conditions of her keeping it, she could see she would get nowhere. Her focus went back to her thoughts. Why now had he chosen to come back around, even though it had only been a little over a month, he had ghosted her.

The phone was ringing when he got back to his office. He managed to answer it on the final ring.

“Gardner,” he answered.

“Hey buddy, it’s Vernon from over here at RHU, needed to ask a favor of you,” his comrade replied.

Gardner’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly thought she had reported him.

“What’s going on man, what can I do you for?” Gardner nearly whispered.

“I need to take a leave of absence, wish I could tell you more, but you know how these phones can be”, Vernon chuckled.

“I feel you man, what exactly you need from me?”, Gardner questioned.

“I need a replacement for my post at RHU and wondered if you could cover me for a week or two; at least until all the legalities are worked out,” Vernon explained.

A lump of excitement swelled in Gardner’s throat, it is not that he did not hear his comrade divulge that serious piece of info via his word choice, but Gardner was about to be in close proximity to his concubine. His manhood rose in his pants at the thought, and he almost forgot he was on the phone as he reached inside to calm it.

“Hey battle buddy did you hear me,” Vernon interrupted.

Gardner cleared his throat before answering with a simple “yes”. His comrade let out a big sigh of relief and thanked him ten times over for doing him this solid. Before their call came to an end, Gardner made sure to ask when to report.

“They have their final count after dinner chow, so I will need you to make it before that,” Vernon instructed.

Vernon thanked his comrade and hung up. Gardner plopped back in his chair and clasped his hands together with a smile on his face; God really did hear sinners’ prayers.

Lining up for chow, Sparks was surprised at how anxious she was to get out of the DFAC. It was like the formation was moving slow on purpose to spite her. Her battle buddy watched her impatiently fidget and could not refrain from voicing her distaste.

“Sis, you really need to calm down,” Meyers snapped.

“I have to pee,” Sparks lied.

Meyers rolled her eyes at the obvious lie and settled on not arguing with her love-stricken pal. Once in the chow hall, Sparks eyes darted eagerly across the scene. Her mind scanned each face damn near as closely as the eye in the sky. Why wasn’t he here!?

“Girl, he can miss a damn day!,” Meyers scolded.

Sparks shot her battle buddy a death stare that made her lift her hands in surrender. However, it was not like she was not lying. She was allowing her slip to hang, and it would not be a good look for either party involved. It was just wishful thinking that could not be helped. Once she allowed her mind to breathe, she gathered her tray and sat near the drink machines. Her seating permitted her to overhear a conversation held by a group of privates she was somewhat acquainted with; Pvt Sparks and SPC Umbridge. They were just a few sweats away, but Sparks could make out:

“So, I was by CQ and overheard Vernon on the phone,” Umbridge whispered, “he’s being sent on leave for, well you know”.

“Fuck that!,” her battle buddy Tink harshly whispered in return, “the sick bastard needs hung by his balls and castrated.”

“I completely agree, but I heard his replacement will be here by the end of dinner chow so heads down and ears to the ground,” Umbridge advised.

All that Sparks grasped from the conversation was “replacement”. The risks of him being the new RHU DS would be great, but how it heated her yoni to know that he could be in such close proximity to her. Sparks wasn’t the only one who caught wind of the news and was quick to rain on her battle buddy’s parade.

“Alright little miss apple pie don’t get your hopes up,” Meyers warned.

“Chill, you really think I’m worried about him and it shows,” Sparks retorted.

Meyers shook her head in worry and resumed back to her meal.

It was a short drive to the RHU. More than military bearing would need to be gathered before he entered the building. But once inside, it was to his surprise that Vernon had already hauled ass. The only thing in the office was the normal furniture set up and a stack of paperwork on the desk. Gardner took the stack and sorted through it in hopes of a reason as to why his old bunk mate pulled a roadrunner out of this place. As to be expected there was no explanation nor a time frame on when he’d be back. A well-mixed pot of worry and happiness arose within the DS because of course he cared about what Vernon was going through but at the same time it was if he could smell her in the building. His watch read “18:26”, giving him just enough time to take a mini tour of the premises. The female bay was going to be his one and only stop. He carefully walked to the second floor of the unit, making sure that no one had followed him. The door to the bay was slightly ajar, this creating some alarm. Upon entering, he called out stating that a male was on the floor (this being protocol to avoid any SHARP claims). No response was returned, the bay being as quiet as an alter call. Her scent grew stronger as he walked the bunks, searching for a sign of where she slept. His dick rose with each step, his imagination running wild with ways he could take her soul in this very bay. He rubbed his manhood over top of his bottoms, wishing it were her hand. Unzipping his pants, his johnson was out in one swift move. Double checking once more that no one was around, he took himself and stroked. There was no time for Jergens or even spit, his dick throbbed with anticipation. She was supposed to be bent over that bunk, taking all nine inches of his love. Memories of her wetness causing him to sweat as he continued to choke his chicken. The veins of his shaft pulsating as he remembered how she’d tighten her pussy around his dick so that he’d lose control and come faster.

Before he could catch it, his volcano erupted and shot across the bay floor. Gardner was shocked, because she was not even here and made him lose focus. Panting, dick still in hand, he walked to the bathroom to get some paper towels to clean himself, and his mess, up.

“GET OUT RHU,” DS Thomas yelled.

Sparks could not have been happier to hear those words. Along with the rest of the company, she jumped to her feet and hustled outside to formation. Something in her gut knew it would be him as the new DS and her anticipation grew as DS Thomas addressed everyone for an announcement.

“RHU, once we are back at the barracks, everyone is to report to the training bay,” she instructed.

“Yes drill sergeant,” the company recited.

At the blow of her whistle, the company all right faced and proud stepped to the place they called home. Spark’s heart raced as the auburn brick building grew closer in view. Her mouth turning instantly dry as the formation came to a halt under the awning outside the double doors that was made for formation assembly. Although the windows were tinted, a figure could still be seen making its way to exit the building. She silently prayed it would be him as memories flooded her mind, moistening her panties in the process.

He stood at the double doors, watching her face dance with emotions. She knew he was there, and Gardner enjoyed watching her squirm. Upon exiting the building, he watched as her eyes widened with joy and slight panic. He kept eye contact all the way until he was approached by DS Thomas under the awning.

“There all yours battle, I will be back for them at 0800 for breakfast chow,” Thomas informed.

Gardner nodded in response, to which Thomas took her exit. He scanned both the female and male platoons; he could instantly tell why majority of the privates were here. But when looking upon the face of his gem, stifling his smile was unbearable. A light buzz of conversation began to drone up amongst the privates, forcing Gardner back to his position.

“Alright, listen up,” Gardner boomed. This quieted the privates, forcing all their attention on him. “I am DS Gardner; I will be temporarily filling in for DS Vernon while he is on leave. My one and only rule is: do as I say, not as I may do.”

Giggles erupted from the back of the room. It was not hard to spot the two female privates being the reason for the interruption. However, given it was his first day he knew he had to make an example out of them at the cost of the whole.

“Oh, I see the type of fun I will be having here. RHU, half-right face!,” Gardner yelled.

Groans filled the air as privates shuffled into position. The two young ladies who had been giggling were stone faced.

“Front leaning rest position, MOVE!”, he commanded.

Simultaneously, all privates dropped into a raised plank position. He could display no weakness and a few minutes of this would get his point across. As he walked through the privates, he barked orders of keeping one’s military bearing and how this wasn’t high school. It was not until he got to the two ladies this was all because of, that his lecture became more personal. Crouching down, balanced on the balls of his feet, he addressed them both.

“Names?” he questioned.

“PVT Kincaide,” the chunkier of the two answered. The second introduced herself as PFC Madison and slyly blew a kiss at the DS.

Gardner abruptly stood up and made his way to the front of the formation. Unbeknownst to him at the time, Sparks had caught that interaction and was boiling. Gardner ordered the company back at attention before ending his rambling speech.

“I said all that to say this, keep your mouths shut and act accordingly. In reward, phones will be passed out on my shift once details are completed. However, once I’m pissed off, kiss that shit goodbye,” he concluded, “Lights out at 2100, personal hygiene needs conducted way before then. Fall out!”.

The privates slinked into the building, arms like noodles from the amount of time they were down in FLRP. Before allowing them to enter the building, Gardner stopped first Madison, then Sparks.

“You both will be on CQ duty until lights out, carry on,”.

Skin inflamed, thoughts calculating his murder, Sparks was a walking time bomb. What killed her was the playful gleam in his eyes when he made that dumbass command. Did he not know that she had seen that cunt blow a kiss at him while they all had to suffer for her mannish ass snort in formation? She internally screamed as she made her way to the CQ desk with the whore of the company in toe. The image of that slut’s DS dick sucking lips puckering up at the man she loved made her want to punch a hole in the wall. It was no secret PFC Madison had a thing for Drill Sergeants. She was the reason Vernon was down shits creek now (story for another day). The CQ desk was positioned about 20 feet from the main entrance and perpendicular to the male bay and training bay; diagonal to the DS office so that they could be monitored while monitoring. Once all the privates vanished to their respectable bays, Sparks watched as Gardner sauntered into the DS office.

“At this point I feel they send the sexiest ones here to test me,” PFC Madison giggled.

Sparks almost broke her neck from whipping it around so hard. SO much she could say that would kill this child’s pride, she thought, but instead she decided to kill dementia with kindness.

“Is that so, I’m sure this one has standards love,” Sparks smiled.

“If that is the case, then I will never have competition,” Madison snapped back.

Sparks knew where this would end if she kept of this wordplay act with the spokesperson for Arby’s. She rolled her eyes and picked up a magazine from their makeshift library. An hour went by of pure silence. He knew he could have placed her with anyone else rather than the cum-guzzling champ of the company or at least given them their phones for the short amount of time they were on duty. Gardner came out of the office and instructed PFC Madison to go sweep and mop the training bay. Sparks could see the excitement of hearing her name leave Madison’s eyes as she bowed her head in disappointment before obeying. Once she was out of sight, Gardner’s eyes locked on his target.

“My office private,” Gardner smiled. However, that quickly faded once he’d seen the look on her face. Sparks looked disgusted, as if he had ultimately insulted her. She pushed away from the CQ desk and sulked into his office. Making sure no one saw her enter without a battle buddy, he closed the door behind them as she plopped into his office chair.

“What can I do you for boss man,” Sparks smirked, “Madison wasn’t your cup of tea all of a sudden, in formation you two seemed really close while the rest of us suffered for her fuck up!”.

Gardner stopped and thought, so that’s what this was about? He laughed internally, so he thought, but in truth he was laughing out loud. This caused Sparks to lunge out of her chair and start swinging at him.

“You got the right wrong one nigga, who the fuck do you think I am?”, she screamed.

He put his hand over her mouth and gave her a glare that told her she was losing control.

“Chill that shit out, don’t act like you forget where we BOTH are,” Gardner growled.

Once his hand was removed they both glared at one another, his softening before hers.

“You know you are my only one Evie,” Gardner lied.

“Pfft, that is a damn lie and the fact you are so willing to tell it is what really kills me,” Sparks harshly spat, “how would your wife feel knowing that?”.

She knew it was a low blow, but she had no shame in taking it. She was hurt and his petty lie just made it worse.

“Now what’s not fair, is you throwing that up in my face like you don’t know it’s being handled,” Gardner laughed. He had made his way over to the desk and his tall frame towered over her as he leaned over the desk, inches away from her face. He wanted to kiss her, but the look on her face still remained ice cold.

“So, I’m supposed to just ignore you and Madison,” Sparks snapped, snapping Gardner out his trance.

“All you saw was that girl pucker her cum crusted lips up at me and that’s all, why are you trippin’ mama,” he groaned.

Sparks rolled her eyes and used the wheels of the desk chair to wheel her away from her temptation. Although her attitude turned him on, Gardner had no time for the childish games. His lust overpowered his playfulness by a long shot.

“You don’t miss daddy,” Gardner seductively whispered as he slid his hand his bottoms.

She watched without hesitation; her yoni craving for his hand to be elsewhere. This quickly became a strip tease as she watched him come out of his top like a skilled stripper. Bottoms dropping down to his ankles revealing his thick bulge between two muscular tree trunks for legs. That bunched up bulge throbbed for her as he continued to caress it with his own hand.

“Come here private,” he begged.

Sparks was moving before she could think. Down to her knees she went, panting in front of her bone like the good bitch she was. She rubbed her face against his fresh white briefs. His package smelled of slight musk and Irish Springs Cool Mountain body wash. Gardner caressed her buzz cut; she was the sexiest woman with a close to bald head that his dick never softened for.

“How bad you want it,” he teased, his now erect penis uncovered and staring Sparks eye to head. He watched as her mouth watered quicker than Pavlov’s dog. Holding the bottom of his shaft, he applied the pre cum oozing from his dick like lipstick on his beauty. Sparks seductively licked her lips and opened wide for him to insert her first hole of pleasure. Without hesitation he was inside her. Her lips gently wrapping around his girth as he stroked, first slowly, in and out of her mouth. Once her spit began to gather, he stroked faster. The noise that her mouth made, it sounded like someone squeezing a soapy sponge.

Sparks wasn’t an amateur at this. He needed to remember why he gave her the nickname throat doctor. It was demon time and her time to take control. She held onto his thighs and took him deeper into ecstasy. Stopping his stroke, she held her tighter with her soft lips. Her tongue dancing up and down the length of his manhood. She could feel his body shiver, and this made her own body temperature rise. Now in full control, her head bobbed up and down like fresh hydraulics. Her spit sloppily falling around his dick made it glisten in the office light. He didn’t have a taste but to her he did. A feast of thick kielbasa with perfectly seasoned meatballs to match. It’s been love at first sight since the very first day and the way she gobbled her dick proved nothing less.

Gardner could swear he felt her uvula. She had him so deep in the back of her throat that it was taking pure meditation to keep from releasing his soldiers. Nothing but wet tightness and that was no surprise given her pussy was just the same. He looked down at her to catch her looking up at him. She was even more beautiful with his johnson going in and out of her throat. Seeing her engorge him over and over only made his appetite for her to grow. He had not had a healthy dose of her in his diet for quite some time and he was ready to change that. Gardner gently mushed her head away from him and picked her up by her waist. After positioning her on the edge of his desk, he pulled her panties to the side. He was briefly stunned by how pretty that pussy stayed. Freshly shaven and smelled like berry flavored water. Some of that water had already begun to glisten the area he truly wanted to be, inside. His tongue gently forced their way through her plump lips and circling her inner labia. Her moans graced his ears in satisfaction as he did not cease French kissing her pussy. He blew on her clitoris, her legs shaking in rebuttal, suckling it like an infant on a tit. He was going to get her juices first and the more he sucked and licked the closer he was to his goal. Her hand gripped the back of his head and pushed him nose deep into her ocean. He answered her assertiveness by humming the national anthem into her yoni. The vibrations stiffened her legs and made her lay back fully on the desk.

“Sweet fuck daddy I can’t hold on, God not when you pull this shit,” she sing-song stuttered.

America’s song continued as her body writhed around him. Her moans rose in octave, forcing him to reach up and silence her with one of his hands. That girl had the pipes of a banshee and his first day on duty isn’t exactly the best time to get caught. His reward was coming, her body was convulsing on the table and his final move was going to turn her into Mt. Vesuvius. Once the U.S had gotten its dues, he shoved his tongue deep inside her and flexed! His tongue pulsed in her as her legs rose in the air signaling her g spot had been stimulated. It was time! His efforts didn’t give as he felt a rush of liquid grace his mouth for he wanted every drop. Mr. Vacuum was now his name and draining his victim was his game. A light sucking cleaned her just enough so that he still had some to play in.

“You can play dead all you want, but come sit on daddy dick,” he ordered.

Oh, Sparks had heard him loud and clear. But given the way he had just taken her soul; she needed a minute to bargain with God for it back. Once on her feet, she saw they both awaited her. That dick was a throne she could not wait to reclaim. She walked over and mounted him; moans immediately escaping her lips as every inch slid inside her. The office chair was at the perfect height so that she could ride him on level ground. It was something about the control he allowed her to have over him that drove her crazy. She was a Virgo. However, to her shock, the tempo of their dance changed. His hands were on her hips, and he was digging into her mercilessly. Sparks gasped, causing her moans to catch in her throat, as her nails clenched his shoulders. She couldn’t allow him to get another nut so quickly. Bracing herself, she matched his speed and bounced on his dick in rhythm.

“Kiss me,” he grunted.

She grabbed his face and made their tongues dance like lovers under the moonlight. Not to mention it helped stifle her moans. His hips gyrated beneath her, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her body. She started to feel the shivers as her pussy pulsated. His sexual grunts matched his strokes. Her clit was rubbing against his washboard abs from their close proximity, this quickening her trip to nirvana. She had to gain back control. As she felt him about to take the final kill shot, she tightened her pussy. This not only shortened his stroke, but she could see him lose his shit from the look in his eyes.

“Damn baby, you know that move is deadly. This rodeo can end real early from that,” he warned.

She licked his lips and unmounted him just to remount him in reverse.

“Mph, you gone put on a show for daddy huh?,” he asked through moans.

“Just shut up and hold on,” Sparks instructed.

Gardner was obsessed with her beauty, not only was she a sight from the front, but from the back she’d leave a man speechless. Meaningful tattoos decorated her hazelnut skin. Her baby making arch led to hips of a track star that had been plumped by mama’s cooking. And that ass! Shit, Kim Kardashian who? It’s not like she needed the assistance, but he humped her from underneath to assist in her motion. Her ass clapped effortlessly. He bit down on his lip as the sound of mac and cheese had him fighting back bitch moans. His thrusts quickened, causing her to steady herself with the desk. He laughed, prematurely, because when she clapped down on his lap to grind back and forth on his dick it was no joking matter.

“Ooouuu fuck daddy, that dick hitting that spot baby,” She moaned as he felt her pussy get wetter.

He reached around, grabbing the front of her neck with one hand, while the other he used to smack the skin off her ass. That motherfucker jiggled like Jell-O. A loud moan could not be helped on her end, and he didn’t blame her for that. He could feel his nut bubbling from the lowest part of his balls; it was on its way to shoot into her cervix.

“Hop off. Turn around and get on your knees,” he told her.

She did as she was told. Gardner quickly stroked his dick so that he was able to finish what he initially started. His legs shook and his vision got blurry as he felt his potion brewing.

“Holy ssshhhiiiitttt,” he hissed as lukewarm nut squirted out of his dick.

His target went unmissed. A M-16 wasn’t the only weapon that he mastered shooting. Her breasts were glazed with his personal icing. A picture may have been out of the question but mentally there were no rules. Still on her knees, he handed her a washcloth.

Sparks smiled at his chivalry and cleaned herself of all evidence. Starting for her clothes she felt Gardner grab her arm.

“Did I dismiss you yet private,” he smirked.

“Nigga you nutted didn’t you, we both know that’s all you needed me for,” she murmured.

“Wow, still keeping that attitude huh, I got something for that ass,” he smiled.

Sparks was pulled into his arms before having her arms thrown around his neck. Her legs were scooped from underneath her, resting in the bows of his arms. Without the ability to construct a simple sentence, his dick was back inside her warm, wet cove. She was a sitting duck in the air. Even after that load he just released, his still erect penis told her he needed more. Once he squatted to position himself, she said a silent eulogy for her uterus. Their eyes locked into one another’s, and he kissed her as a pre apology. Sparks fought back screams as he unleashed his strokes from hell. Every stroke was full of loving rage. She knew her face had to look like shit because it was contorted in focused pleasure. How could he expect her to hold on any longer? Her breathing grew raspy, and her body dripped with sweat as the sexual humidity in the room took ahold of her. She was at the verge of climaxing when he casually slid his thumb in her ass.

“Oh my, uunnhh fuck!” she yelped.

“Sssshhhhh,” Gardner begged., “baby you got to be a tad quieter than that”.

Sparks rolled her eyes as her mouth widened in surprise from the mixture of pleasure and slight pain that bum rushed her. The way the man had continued to fuck her while introducing her to a whole new feeling blew her mind. She could feel his penis and thumb playing patty-cake inside of her. It didn’t take long before her focus was back to trying to contain the flood of ecstasy that was pounding her vaginal dam. However, as her pussy grew hotter and tightened around his dick, she knew the battle was lost.

“Shit, fuck I’m about to come,” the two surprisingly said in unison.

Not even seconds later, the choir of two threw their heads back and sang to the heavens how the shared moment really felt. It was if nothing mattered in that moment; there was no fear of being caught. Both still sweating and panting, Gardner eased Sparks down so that she was able to get dressed. After that performance, he needed to get her out of the office before anyone came snooping around. As she gathered her uniform and dressed, Gardner slightly cracked the door to the office to see if anyone had been alerted to their rendezvous. To his surprise, the hallways were empty. Turning back around, he could see her slowly getting dressed.

“You good?” he jokingly asked.

“Uh, duh, it’s not like you did anything special,” she grimaced while easing her legs into her bottoms.

“Oh yea!’, he exclaimed, eyebrows raised.

Gardner stood up and walked around the desk so that he stood only inches from where she was dressing. Her nipples still erect as her bra, now, concealed them.

“You know I can keep going,” he reminded her.

Sparks knew not to make eye contact. She did her best to hide her smile and continued to get dressed.

“I think you, and him, have had enough for the time being,”.

He held his hands up in defense and backed away so that she could finish dressing. Sparks did so and turned for the door. Before she walked out he smacked her ass and yelled, “GET OUT PRIVATE”, for special effect. The yell must have been extremely loud because when Sparks rounded the corner for the CQ desk, she could see her battle buddy with a ‘deer in the headlights’ look awaiting her. Madison was nowhere in sight.

“Well damn, could he have been any louder,” Meyers yawned.

“Where’d little miss piggie run off to?,” Sparks asked.

“Made up some shit about Vernon and Kincaide now they arguing upstairs,” Meyers winked.

“Oh you sly devil, well just be glad that was all you heard,” Sparks snickered.

“Bout damn time though, I can hear the attitude out your voice now,” Meyers stretched.

“What you mean,” Sparks quipped.

“Bitch don’t play with me, now come on so I can finish out my nap” Meyers snapped.

Sparks just laughed at Meyers and followed her to the female bay. Walking up the stairs was like reliving every stroke. She was shocked how sore she was from that fuckapalooza. Although the sex before had been mind-blowing, that shit they just did was downright beastly. Maybe he had taken a break from his hoenanigans and built up some sexual frustration for her. Sparks internally laughed because that would be the day. Gardner had a reputation for being the Fort hoe. He’d had more SHARP cases brought against him than Bill Cosby. But even with all the bullshit, he managed to make her feel special. Talks about her future after being discharged, what life would have been like had he never married, passionate discussions. Once in the bay, she rushed to the shower so that the hot water could wash away her soreness. It did that and more, the water opened up her pores and relaxed the tightening of her muscles. Washing her lotus flower was a challenge though given it was still sensitive, but once done she dressed and crawled into her bunk. Wet dreams awaited the private, where little did she know she’d need another shower in the morning.

Gardner, now wiped off and back in his uniform, opened up a window so that the smell of sex wouldn’t linger in the room. Even though his little black book could be compared to that of The Bible, that private had some of the best privates he’d ever penetrated. Something about her screamed his, but there were too many obstacles in the way preventing that from happening. From his divorce looking to be a messy one to the fact that he wasn’t ready to be a one-woman man; it would take him a while to get his ducks in a row. But even as he stood in deep thought, all of his five senses were still being stimulated by her. How she smelled, to how she made him feel was all that made him fall for her. Gardner came back into focus and straightened up his shared work area before turning on a local college basketball game. As he counted down the hours to wake up, a thought crossed his mind. Why did Sparks never panic when he nutted in her like some of her predecessors?

“WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP RHU”

The loud blared over the intercom. Sparks immediately jumped out her deep sleep followed by groans of irritation. That man could be so extra at times, but she couldn’t blame him for being dedicated to the role. But the aggravation didn’t stop there, the acts from the night prior had her body sorer and sticker than normal. As she winced out of bed and headed to the latrines, she couldn’t believe the amount of pain she was in. Her first pee was normal, it wasn’t until she began conducting personal hygiene by brushing her teeth that she felt something wrong with her lily in the valley. Sparks ran back into the stall and damn near ripped off her PT shorts. A small trickle of urine trailed out but what followed next was ghastly.

TO BE CONTINUED