The suck-off
Two female soldiers compete for me with a blowjob contest
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In July 2010, I arrived at Fort Benning, Georgia to complete one week of pre-deployment preparation, at the replacement center, CRC, before I deployed to Afghanistan. Now a Sergeant, this would be my third deployment; having served two prior tours in Iraq. Shortly after arriving, I met two other soldiers at CRC who were also deploying to Afghanistan. Becky was a thirty-year old Army Captain in the military police branch. She was Caucasian, around my height, had blue eyes, freckles, dirty blond hair that she wore in a pony tail and a light complexion. She had deployed previously to Iraq. Natalie was a thirty-two-year-old Staff Sergeant who was a medic. Also Caucasian, she was Brunette with brown eyes and a tan complexion and she wore her hair in tight bun. She was also a couple of inches taller than me. This was her first deployment and she was notably anxious and nervous. Both women could be considered "your girl next door" types in terms of attractiveness; not super attractive, but not unattractive. Not long after meeting, the three of us became inseparable. We talked about our military backgrounds, past deployments and our lives back home. For the next few days, the three of us ate most of our meals together at the dining facility and generally stayed together as we completed the myriad of pre-deployment tasks, like physicals, immunizations and equipment issuance at different locations around Fort Benning. Although I was the lowest ranking soldier in our trio, and we addressed each other by rank, we all interacted like college students. None of us were married, which further lowered our social inhibitions.
Natalie was the first one to indicate any romantic interest in me. One day when we were alone, waiting on line for our small pox shots, she asked me if I had a girlfriend back home. I told her I didn't and I could tell she perked up a bit. I didn't think much of it at the time, because I figured we'd all go our separate ways in less than a week. Becky, who was more of a tomboy, was less subtle in her approach. Instead of asking me straight out if I had a girlfriend back home, she asked me who I'd miss the most during my deployment. When I told her my friends and family, she likely realized I wasn't in a relationship.
After a few days, I started to notice some subtle indicators of competition between Becky and Natalie. They both became very open, in front of me, about comparing themselves to each other. Natalie, liked to throw around the fact that she had a master's degree in psychology while Becky would interject, whenever possible, that she was a West Point graduate. Additionally, whenever we ate our meals at the dining facility, they would seem to race each other to sit in the seat across from me, as opposed to next to me. I found their interactions very amusing.
Before long, a week had gone by and all three of us had completed all of the necessary pre-deployment tasks at CRC. We were then brought to the Lawson Army airfield on Fort Benning where a commercially charted Boeing 747 would fly us to Kuwait. Once in Kuwait, we would then take military transport into Afghanistan. As we waited in the terminal before boarding the plane, the three of us were giddy with excitement. This wasn't my first rodeo and, although there would be multiple stops along the way, I dreaded the 16-hour flight to Kuwait. I had prepared myself well though, with single pill prescription of Ambien from the base medical clinic, so that I could sleep through the flight.
When it was finally time to board the plane, we all slowly shuffled down along the flight line in one big single file line. Before I boarded the plane, I took one last look at the trees and green vegetation of rural Georgia and one last breath of fresh American air. It would be a long time before I was on American soil again.
Once onboard the plane the three of us ended up in the middle row of the plan; in three seats with me in the middle. Both of them had stocked up on women's magazines in preparation of the flight and each one often tapped me on the shoulder to point out some funny article or cartoon in a magazine. I had my trusted, deployment proven, Phillips Mp3 player loaded with 400 songs that I simply put on shuffle. I knew the Ambien would only knock me out for eight hours so I didn't rush to take it. However, being that our morning had started at 5:30 am, it wasn't long before all three of us were dozing off. I soon found myself a human pillow, with both women leaning against my shoulders on opposite sides. At one point, a Sergeant Major walked by our seats and, seeing the unusual grouping, winked at me as if to say "you go, Sergeant."
I had never been in this position before, sitting between a female captain and female staff sergeant, both of whom, I was pretty sure, were competing for my affections. I didn't know what to do so I figured I'd just let the situation play out.
About four hours into the flight, the stewardesses began to come around for the first meal service. I wasn't that hungry but ate a few bites anyway. After that, they put on a movie. I was pleasantly surprised when they announced they'd be showing the Leonardo DiCaprio movie
Inception
, since it was currently in theatres across the United States. I assumed the film studios gave it to the airline as a special perk for the soldiers. As we watched the movie, the three of us continued to doze off and on. At one point, Natalie got up to use the bathroom and Becky casually put her hand on my leg.
When Natalie came back, she saw Becky's hand on my leg and gave me a weird look. When she sat down, she elbowed me.
"You should get up a stretch your legs. It's not healthy to sit for so long," she said.
"You're right," I said as I gently removed Becky's hand from my leg and stood up to leave my seat.
I then walked to the bathroom. It felt good to stand and stretch. It felt even better to pee.
After I washed my hands, I slowly opened the bathroom door when Becky appeared right at the door. She quickly forced her way into the small bathroom.
"Thank god. I thought we'd never get a minute alone!" she said.
"What are you doing?" I said, surprised by her sudden appearance.
"I've been thinking about you the whole flight," she said.
"Oh," I said.
She then leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
For the next thirty seconds we kissed passionately before Becky pulled away and smiled at me.
"I think we should get back the seats before anyone notices," I said. For some reason I was more nervous about being caught.
Becky nodded and we both slowly walked out of the bathroom. Fortunately, I don't think anyone noticed us.
When we got back to our seats, Natalie had her head phones on and was watching the movie. She briefly glanced at both of us.
When I sat back down, it began to hit me what had just happened.
I felt a combination or arousal and nervousness. Although I was flattered, I didn't want to hurt either woman's feelings or watch a catfight ensue. I decided the best thing to do was remove myself from the situation and take an Ambien. I gently bent over, reached into my small carry-on bag and took out my prescription bottle for Ambien. Both women looked at me.
"What are you taking?" Natalie asked in a concerned tone.
"It's just Ambien," I replied.
"Why are taking that?" Becky asked.
"To help me rack out for the rest of the flight," I replied.
"Don't!" both women said simultaneously.
I flinched.
"Ok," I said as I slowly put the bottle back in my carry-on bag.
I leaned back in my seat.
Now What?
I thought to myself.
A few minutes later, Becky got up to go to the bathroom. After she was for enough away, Natalie leaned in close to me.
"Do you like her?" she asked.
I shrugged.
"I think she's so pretentious with all her West point accolades," she said.
I laughed.
"Besides, she's an officer. It's highly inappropriate for her to be with you," she said.
I smiled at her.
"She's not with me," I said.
"I know that. I just mean, she shouldn't even imply any interest in you," she said.
I nodded.
"When we get to Kandahar we'll be able to hang out regularly," she said.
"I'd like that," I said.
"Good," she said as she squeezed my leg.
A few minutes later, Becky returned to her seat.
The pilot then announced we'd be landing at an airbase in Germany for a brief stopover in order to refuel.
When we landed in Germany it was nearly ten o'clock at night local time as we stepped off the plane. It felt good to breathe fresh air.
