I slouched in the open doorway of my temporary home, a BEQ room at Vandenberg Air Force Base -- what some folks would call a barracks, the locals a dormitory, but we Marines would call a luxury hotel -- and looked out at the night vista of the cooling base. Dense traffic was oozing along the main road, going in and out of the scattered pools of light lining the curbside. I could see a few people walking streetside, sometimes alone, more often in small groups of two or three. An occasional voice was raised, then fell, joyous not angry. All in all, it was a very calming, cool, Friday night. As punishments went -- I had been sent here for various minor indiscretions to which my company commander had objected, and he wanted to screw me out of the fun of Fleet Week in San Diego -- this was pretty alright. I would miss the grateful tourists, but I wasn't suffering yet.
I stepped back into my room to escape the chill for a moment. I could still smell Maddie even though she had left a good fifteen minutes ago. Not just her light perfume, but the odor of sex still lingered. While reporting for temporary duty I was lucky enough to find a woman who gave off the right vibes and, after she assigned me to a room, we had spent an hour or so physically enjoying the pleasure of each other's company. Eventually, she begged off, claiming she had personal matters to take care of, slipped back into her blue-on-blue uniform, and left. We agreed to get together again later for more of the same. Neither of us were confused about what was going on. There was no hand-holding romance brewing, it was nothing more than good, raw sex -- just how I liked it.
Now I had time to kill. I had showered, stowed the rest of my gear, and changed into some comfortable California leisure wear with a Marine accent, and wondered where I could grab something to eat as well as a beer or three. The room had a working refrigerator, rare in the Corps, so I also wanted to bring back a sixpack, or two, to chill. I returned to the doorway of my third-floor room and considered my one option: back in my truck and reconnoiter the area. The scrape of shoe leather on concrete caught my attention and I turned. Maybe Maddie had come back early. My cock twitched in anticipation.
A slender young woman -- decidedly not Madeline, in the same Air Force uniform down to the sweater, was walking down the catwalk in my direction. Check that -- she had her eyes set on me, so it was more like walking directly at me. She had green logbook from the duty desk in one hand and I realized I was looking at the person for whom Michele had claimed she was doing a favor when we first met. So, this was the woman who was officially assigned to the post of Charge of Quarters, what we Marines called Duty NCO, and had expected Madeline to cover for her. I watched her close the final few yards thinking this could be ugly, depending on if the absence of both women had caused problems.
"You are," she said as she came, paused to check the log, "Sergeant Kernig?"
"Until they bust me or promote me, I am that guy," I answered as she came to a halt a pace away. "May I help you, ma'am?" It always pays to be polite with people in authority, even if temporary, especially as you know good and well you had just committed yet another indiscretion.
"You don't have to 'ma'am' me, I'm just a Senior Airman," as if I knew where that was in their rank structure. She said this as she gave me the once over. Fair is fair, I did the same. Black low quarter shoes, nylons hugging nicely toned legs, dark blue skirt, a matching sweater buttoned over a light blue pleated uniform shirt pushed out well enough, a uniform cap and a brassard proclaiming CQ on her left arm. She was attractive in that healthy, young woman kind of way. Not as sexy as Michelle, and not nearly as tall, about 5'5", or as enticingly curved. Yet her heart-shaped face, dishwater blonde hair pulled into a braid, nicely turned lips and high cheeks all combined to make her easy on the eyes. I doubt she lacked for male attention, and I wondered if the Air Force had any outright unattractive women.
"Did you get settled in alright?" She continued, eyebrows lifting inquiringly.
"Yes, I did. Thank you for following up," I said. "The other girl got me squared away quite nicely."
"Did she?" Her eyes were shadowed, so I couldn't read them very well, but her body was more tense than I would have expected.
"Yup. I got no complaints," I said.
"Glad to hear it." The senior airman nodded. "I'd hate to think Parker messed up. She does things right when she decides they're worth doing, but sometimes..." She didn't finish. Something was in her attitude, so I decided to push a bit.
"Well, I'm happy that she thought I was worth doing," I said, looking right into her eyes. "Do you think she missed anything?"
"I don't know," she smiled, relaxing a bit. "Did she?"
"Not so far as I know, Senior Airman..." I let the sentence dangle.
"Martine," She supplied.
"No first name?" I inquired.
"Let's keep it professional, okay?" she said with a small smile.
"Senior Airman Martine," I picked up again. "Do you want to come in and check things out?" I stepped aside, clearing the entry. "Find out for yourself?"
She hesitated. "I should. Just for a second," she said, stepping inside.
"Just to be sure," I confirmed, following her inside.
"Leave the door open," she said off-handedly as she looked around.
"You got it," I replied, taking my hand from the hand knob.
"Huh," she softly grunted.
"What?" I asked.
"When I saw her at the desk," Martine turned to look at me. "Parker apologized for taking so long, but she needed the extra time."
Now in the well-lighted room I couldn't miss her green eyes and skeptical expression. "I'm not seeing it," she finished. "There's nothing special here that needed extra time."
"I'm offended, Senior Airman," I said, "
I'm
here."
Her eyebrows rose and fell.
"Are you special?" she asked playfully.
"My momma always told me I was," I smiled.
"Well," she said, again giving me a once over. "Has anyone
else
ever said you were special?"
I let the conversation lag but kept eye contact. "Maybe you should ask Maddie," I said after a couple of silent seconds.
"Really?" Her voice lost its playful tone. She turned her face away but looked at me from the corner of her eye. "Why is that?"
Instead of answering, I took the conversation in a different direction. "Would she be in any trouble for... checking me in?"
She shook her head. "No, don't worry about that. She was covering for me while I took care of something, so she did what I would have done." She looked at me again in that do-I-want-to-buy-this-car way.
"Had you been here," I offered, wondering how much of that was true.
"We help each other out. We're room-mates." Her smile was perfunctory. "She didn't say much before she took off, so I'm just curious."
"Partners in crime, so to speak?" I offered.
"Kinda," she nodded.
I gave the 'I get it now' "Ohhhh... How well do you know her?"
"Pretty well," she shrugged, "we've shared the house for a little over six months."
A house?
I thought.
Fuckin' Air Force gives out houses?. Okay, time to push a little.
"Maybe you can clear something up for me." I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against a wall. "Is she a slut?"
Martine's eyes snapped wide.
"What!?" she gasped.
"Come on, Martine," I growled at her. "You know what a slut is. Does she fuck a lot? Does she have a string of guys who get into her pants all the time? Drop by the house to party? Is she a regular stop for the pussy-patrol?"
"Jesus, no," Martine stammered. "She's just a girl. Sometimes she dates..."
"Yeah," I said thoughtfully, looking up. "She didn't seem like a slut." I returned my gaze to Martine. "Would it come as a surprise that she fucked my lights out while you were having dinner?"
Wide-eyed silence was her answer.
I continued, "You're saying, then, that you wouldn't have expected her to strip naked, lay on that couch," I pointed to the object of concern, and she turned to look "and have hot, sweaty sex with a guy she just met?"
"Uh, n-n-no," she managed.
"She's enthusiastic, and she likes dick," I said. "I'll give her that. Not all that experienced though."
She turned back to look at me, eyes now narrowed.
