Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has multiple guys and exhibitionism. If those aren't your thing, stop now and find another story.
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(Kara)
(Camp Pendleton, California)
"I can't believe you're not going with us," Marcus said.
I shrugged, "It's not like I'm not going; it's just going to be delayed about six months while I go through training."
Right now I was in my living room hanging out with four men from my unit. Marcus, Blaze, Kidd, and James. We were all military police officers on Camp Pendleton. It was a Friday night and they were all on their last days of freedom before they deployed for a year to Iraq the following Friday. We all had a four-day weekend, commonly known as a '96,' and none of us had to be to work until Tuesday.
Originally, I'd been scheduled to deploy with them but I'd just gotten selected for the K9 corps and now had to go through another six months of training before I'd deploy. I'd still see them once I got out there, but the first six months they'd be on their own.
They were all at my house and we were watching a basketball game for the NBA, Dallas versus San Francisco.
Normally, most Marines would be with their girls or out trying to find some girl to hook up with but these Marines were all single and despite getting ready to deploy they opted to hang together with me instead of bar hopping.
I had a small two-bedroom apartment, my roommate had just deployed so I was by myself. I'd keep the place another few months until I was ready to deploy then I'd let it go. They each brought a backpack full of clothes and we were planning on making a weekend of hanging out and having a good time before they left, maybe go to the beach or shopping or whatever. We were in my living room, I had a couch and chair in dark grey suede. Right now James was in the chair and Kidd and Marcus were on the couch. My dining room connected to the living room so I could easily see the television from where I was at. Rather than squeeze between the two on the couch I hopped up on my oak dining room table, Blaze moved to stand sideways in front of me as we talked. From his angle he could see the game and still be close to me. All of us were drinking and he had whiskey and coke in his hand.
I took a sip of my lemon drop martini as Blaze faced me.
"You're so beautiful," he said with a cheshire smile.
They may not have wanted to go bar hopping to find some random chick, but that didn't mean they weren't looking to get laid.
I rolled my eyes. Blaze was an undeniably good-looking man, very fit with baby blue eyes and always dressed like he was attending a movie premiere. Slightly older than me at 26, he was scheduled to pick up staff sergeant in the next six months. Right now, he was in black slacks and a tailored black button-up shirt that had the top two buttons undone. His dark hair was cut in a military manner, but the top was roguishly tousled and held in place with hair gel. He reminded me of Henry Cavill, too damn good-looking and he knew it.
While we talked he reached out and played with the top button of my halter top.
"You sir, need to behave," I teased.
"What? I'm not doing anything," he said with exaggerated innocence.
"Uh huh, sure," I said.
Suddenly my top button came loose.
My mouth opened in an O, "Alright now."
He chuckled, "Oops, my bad."
I looked in his eyes and he grinned, obviously he didn't regret it at all.
"I'm not going topless in front of you all," I shook my head.
"Why not, we've all seen your tits, remember last year's 4th of July party?" Blaze asked.
Scoffing, I replied, "Of course I remember last year's 4th of July party. But one, there were other girls there and two, we were all topless. And three, Kidd wasn't there."
"What's wrong with Kidd being here?" Blaze asked.
"The rest of you are fellow sergeants, I'm not having some junior lance corporal that just got to the shop brag about how he saw my boobs," I replied.
Everybody looked to Kidd who turned bright red and looked down at his shoes. The rest of us had worked together for the last year, Kidd had just graduated boot camp and his training school and had been assigned to our unit three months prior. It was a little unusual to send someone new to a war zone without more training, but they had to fill my spot after I got selected for K9.
"I think you're vastly overestimating his network, he'd never say anything," Marcus said.
"Now you're in on this too," I said, glaring at him with mock ferocity.
He shrugged, "I mean, I wasn't going to get involved or go cheesy with the whole war thing like Blaze did, but he's not lying, all of us are between girlfriends, personally, I'd love to see your tits again before we deploy."
"And besides, showing to the baby boy over here it would make his year, you know he's probably only seen a couple pairs in his life," Blaze joked.
I looked over at Kidd, he was blushing bright red. Marcus was sitting next to him and gently nudged him with an elbow.
Blaze took the opportunity of my distraction to fiddle with the next button on my blouse, I felt the small tug and suddenly my next button was undone.
I looked up at him and shook a finger at him while loudly clearing my throat, "BAD. God, you're incorrigible."
I was feeling tipsy from the second lemon drop and was considering letting them see my tits. It's not like it'd be the first time except for Kidd, and it was a little thrilling. My biggest concern wasn't showing off or having fun, it was how they'd act afterward. I knew I was considered beautiful and I had an exhibitionist streak as well as a kinky wild streak in bed, not that any of these men knew that.
My name was Kara, I was Hispanic but looked Caucasian. I stood 5'6" and weighed 130 pounds with big D boobs, a cute little butt, fit build, and brown hair with blonde streaks and brown eyes. I was wearing jean booty shorts, and a sexy front button red halter top, with black thigh high suede boots.
"Look, I've seen you on dozens of dates, I have no intention of being a notch on your bedpost or another story to tell the Marines," I said, taking a sip of my drink.
Blaze looked around and suddenly his face got serious.
"You know, I know everyone thinks I'm some kind of player, I go on a lot of dates with different girls, but you know what, nobody has ever asked me why," he said.
Looking at the other guys, "Tell me something, have you EVER heard me brag about girls or anything?" he asked the Marines.
I saw Marcus about to open his mouth and say something, then his face screwed up in thought and he paused. He looked at James who had the same look on his face. After a few seconds they both shook their heads.
"Now that you mention it," James said. "No, I've never heard you say anything."
"Oh come on," I said, rolling my eyes. "I've heard you all talking about the girls you date."
"NO," Blaze barked.
Woah, suddenly his face was intense and I was taken by surprise.
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes at me, "Let's settle this right now, do I want to sleep with you, hell yes, but you need to get something straight about why I am the way I am. I'm not a player like you think."
He'd startled me with his sharp words, then his lips pressed to a thin line and he said, "You've heard the Marines ask me about the dates and maybe even a few of them made juvenile comments but you've never heard me brag or talk bad about any girl I've dated."
Now I thought back to the conversations I'd seen taking place at work and the snatches of conversations I'd heard. Grudgingly I had to admit I'd never heard him say anything, he usually just smiled and nodded. Not wanting to admit he was right I changed tactics.
"Yeah, but you do date a lot," I said smugly.
