No-one ever said that married life in the army was easy. The men were often away and, for the most part, missed their wives terribly. Their wives also worried constantly about where their husbands were, and whether they would come back. It was equally difficult for the children, who never knew where their fathers were and when they would see them again. Eventually, they would get used to the lifestyle, but that wouldn't make it any less bearable.
Sam Jardine was Tom Watson's best friend. They'd spent the last four years of secondary school together after Sam's Father's regiment had moved there. It hadn't exactly been friendship at first sight. Sam had regarded Tom as something like a poof due to an unfortunate hair cut, whereas Tom thought Sam was a loud bully. During their first sports lesson, they'd played on opposite teams in the rugby trials, and had spent a fair amount of time winding each other up until finally the coach had had to pull them apart as they traded blows with each other. Although the coach told them in no uncertain terms to put a stop to it, he'd also been happy to see some naked aggression from some of his team and so decided to start both of them in the first match of the season. Neither was happy about it, but they now had a grudging respect for each other.
At the start of their game the following Saturday, the opposition's number eight decided to assert himself by flattening the first person he came up against, and high-tackled Sam long after he'd passed the ball to his scrum half. Tom was there in a flash. The number eight didn't know what hit him -- all he saw was stars, darkness and then the inside of the dressing room about half an hour later. Tom regarded that as being worth the yellow card he got, and they ran out easy winners having deflated the opposing team with their hard nosed attitude.
Sam and Tom became the bane of any team their school played against, and found that they also enjoyed each others company outside of school. Although Tom was a bit more reserved that the ebullient Sam, they were soon inseparable. And when they were out at night, many girls didn't stand a chance against their easy charm and well developed physiques.
As Sam's family lived in army accommodation, they didn't spend as much time there as they did at Tom's family's three bedroom house closer to the school. Tom enjoyed speculating as to where Sam's father and his comrades were at any given time, and also found that he got on well with him and his friends in the periods he was on leave. As it was getting on for the end of the last year at school, their thoughts were turning to what they were going to do next. Tom was thinking about joining the army, whereas Sam had set his heart on going to University. When they discussed this, Sam was always dead set against the army, which Tom found strange. However, he had yet to get the real reason out of him.
Once their A-level exams were over, they went to a huge party for all the final year students, and proceeded to get suitably drunk with their team-mates and friends. As they talked, drank and danced, it seemed that half the girls netball team were rotating their way through the good looking rugby boys, running their hands surreptitiously across the boys pectoral muscles and allowing their breasts to rub up against their partner's torsos. The boys in turn enjoyed copping a feel of their partners tits and a couple even managed a slow hand between the legs, rubbing the girls' pussies through the fabric of their filmy panties. The boys then had to work very hard not to let their erections show when the girls changed partners.
When Tom ducked out to go and get another drink, one of the taller girls decided to take matters into her own hands. Her name was Jenny, and she had shoulder length brown hair, flashing green eyes and long legs that ended in a very cute tight arse. She was wearing a figure hugging dark blue number which suggested more cleavage than it showed (not that she was lacking any) and presented her butt to the best degree.
Whilst Tom was ordering himself a beer, Jenny arrived silently at his side and breathed gently in his ear
"I hope you're not trying to avoid me, gorgeous,"
and allowed her tongue to flick out quickly and touch his earlobe.
Tom's heartbeat quickened slightly at the unexpected, though welcome manoeuvre, and turned his head to look into Jenny's eyes.
"Why on Earth would I want to avoid you? How about a drink to clear up any misunderstanding," he said, enjoying the closeness of her body.
"Sure, I'd love a vodka and coke," Jenny replied.
As Tom turned back to the barman to place the extra order, Jenny allowed her hands to slowly fall to her waist out of sight of anyone on the other side of the bar, and then the left hand to wander over to Tom's crotch, where it stopped with precision.
"Well well, what have we here big boy? I can see what some of the girls have been telling me is true! Why have you been hiding it from me all this time?" The last part ended up as an attempted pout, which just made her look sexier than ever.
Tom was trying to keep his cool, which wasn't easy with Jenny beginning to grasp his cock.
"There never seemed to be the right opportunity for us, especially as I was seeing Janette for a while." Janette was a friend and team-mate of Jenny's.
"Well, your well developed friend down here seems to think this is the right opportunity. What do you think?" The pout had turned into a devilishly sexy 'come hither' look, which wouldn't have needed the cock massage Tom was getting to make him stiff as a board.
