The Wolves News: Episode 11, the final in the Wolves saga, is now ready for reading.
'The Wolves' Abstract
This is the saga of some of the first Americans to stand up to a long-fallen corrupt superpower and empirical giant; their own nation of birth, which had soured many generations past and was now on the brink of total collapse -even more so than its dire economic status indicated to its struggling, spiritually crippled people. Episode 6 tells the heated tale of Jade's return.
This is the saga of some of the first Americans to stand up to a long-fallen corrupt superpower and empirical giant; their own nation of birth, which had soured many generations past and was now on the brink of total collapse -even more so than its dire economic status indicated to its struggling, spiritually crippled people. Episode 6 tells the heated tale of Jade's return.
The Wolves: Episode 6
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It had only been a couple of months since I’d seen Jade, but that was couple months too many for me. I told Jim who I was going to look for and to supervise the others as I would. I would return in two weeks time.
“You keep ‘em in peak shape, have ‘em spar and shoot up a few paper targets, too. Keep ‘em on the ranch, though. Got it, Master Chief?” It was an old call sign we’d adopted for him many years ago due to his affinity for the SEAL program and its signature running cadences.
“Yes, sir, John, sir.” We were always warmly smart-ass to each other. His response was sarcastic, but our understanding was, as ever, mutual. I knew I could trust him. He was possibly the bravest, ballsiest sort in the crew.
I threw some MREs and my weapons in the trunk of my good old car, gave everyone a farewell handshake or hug, and started off on a 1,600 mile, 27 hour road trip to the west coast. Highway 10 took me to 15, and 15 took me the rest of the way; through Idaho, Utah, Arizona, and Nevada. After seemingly endless driving with only a few breaks, I finally arrived at the address she’d given me; her personal contact information. I carefully pulled into the apartment complex parking lot, locked my car, and walked into the main office to make a call. It was 1202 hours; just a hair after noon.
It had only been a couple of months since I’d seen Jade, but that was couple months too many for me. I told Jim who I was going to look for and to supervise the others as I would. I would return in two weeks time.
“You keep ‘em in peak shape, have ‘em spar and shoot up a few paper targets, too. Keep ‘em on the ranch, though. Got it, Master Chief?” It was an old call sign we’d adopted for him many years ago due to his affinity for the SEAL program and its signature running cadences.
“Yes, sir, John, sir.” We were always warmly smart-ass to each other. His response was sarcastic, but our understanding was, as ever, mutual. I knew I could trust him. He was possibly the bravest, ballsiest sort in the crew.
I threw some MREs and my weapons in the trunk of my good old car, gave everyone a farewell handshake or hug, and started off on a 1,600 mile, 27 hour road trip to the west coast. Highway 10 took me to 15, and 15 took me the rest of the way; through Idaho, Utah, Arizona, and Nevada. After seemingly endless driving with only a few breaks, I finally arrived at the address she’d given me; her personal contact information. I carefully pulled into the apartment complex parking lot, locked my car, and walked into the main office to make a call. It was 1202 hours; just a hair after noon.
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The voice of an angelic Latina tomboy answered the phone, “Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Who- …” she suddenly recognized my voice and squealed with excitement. “Okay, I did not just make that noise.”
I laughed, smiling widely as I stood by the office phone.
“Where are you?”
“Main office,” I said matter-of-factly to catch her off guard.
There was a brief pause. “You’re full of shit,” she joked, not wanting to get her hopes up if I was teasing her.
“Come and see for yourself. I’ll be inside the front doors.”
“Oh my god. Stay put.” She was breathing faster as she hung up her phone. I figured she was running out of her apartment at that very moment.
I hung up the phone and walked out into the lobby of the main office. Within seconds, I saw a very excited beauty in a black singlet and cutoffs round the corner and open the front doors. Our eyes met. Her face lit up. “JOHN!”
She ran to my open arms and jumped up, wrapping her legs around me and smothered me with kisses as I fought for balance. Her arms tightened around my neck as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I held her up like that with my hands under her thighs. She held the most passionate French kiss for five long, blissful minutes. When our lips finally parted, she very reluctantly slid her legs back down to the floor, her arms still around my neck and my arms now around her waist.
The voice of an angelic Latina tomboy answered the phone, “Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Who- …” she suddenly recognized my voice and squealed with excitement. “Okay, I did not just make that noise.”
I laughed, smiling widely as I stood by the office phone.
“Where are you?”
“Main office,” I said matter-of-factly to catch her off guard.
There was a brief pause. “You’re full of shit,” she joked, not wanting to get her hopes up if I was teasing her.
“Come and see for yourself. I’ll be inside the front doors.”
“Oh my god. Stay put.” She was breathing faster as she hung up her phone. I figured she was running out of her apartment at that very moment.
I hung up the phone and walked out into the lobby of the main office. Within seconds, I saw a very excited beauty in a black singlet and cutoffs round the corner and open the front doors. Our eyes met. Her face lit up. “JOHN!”
She ran to my open arms and jumped up, wrapping her legs around me and smothered me with kisses as I fought for balance. Her arms tightened around my neck as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I held her up like that with my hands under her thighs. She held the most passionate French kiss for five long, blissful minutes. When our lips finally parted, she very reluctantly slid her legs back down to the floor, her arms still around my neck and my arms now around her waist.
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She hugged me tightly and sighed, “Baby, I missed you.”
“And I missed you.”
She squeezed me and kissed me on the lips again, then took my hand.
“C’mon.” Her cute smile made me smile in return. “It’s time to fuck.”
I quirked a brow with a Harrison Ford smirk. Girl didn’t miss a beat and got right to the point –my point that is; the point of my cock. I like.
She led me through the main office, around a small pool, and up a flight of stairs in the breezeway of her building, holding my hand the whole time. Her apartment was on the second floor. With her free hand, she got her key ring out and opened the door, pulling me inside where she immediately pushed me back against the wall with one hand and shut and locked the door again with the other. She turned to face me and pressed up to my chest, kissing me again and moving her hands over my back, trying to find the most pleasurable grip. I wrapped my arms around her tightly at first, then slid them down her sides and got my fingers up under her black singlet. She raised her arms up as I lifted her top off, then quickly resumed kissing me and started to undo her bra as I lifted off my own black shirt. Throwing her bra down to the floor, she put my hands on her perfect, perky breasts the moment they were free from dropping my shirt. Her hands moved back around my neck to hold my head steady as she forced her tongue into the back of my mouth, giving herself to me as wholly and powerfully as she could. She had learned and loved what I liked. She was a good, worthy girl.
Getting more and more passionate with every passing second, she started to undo my pants while holding our sloppy, out of control, French kiss. I slid her cutoffs down right after my pants dropped to my ankles. We both kicked them off without breaking the kiss. Her hand went down into my underwear and slid around my hardened cock, gently squeezing it and moving up and down. Her panties and my briefs came off in a flash, and I backed her into her bedroom.
She hugged me tightly and sighed, “Baby, I missed you.”
“And I missed you.”
She squeezed me and kissed me on the lips again, then took my hand.
“C’mon.” Her cute smile made me smile in return. “It’s time to fuck.”
I quirked a brow with a Harrison Ford smirk. Girl didn’t miss a beat and got right to the point –my point that is; the point of my cock. I like.
She led me through the main office, around a small pool, and up a flight of stairs in the breezeway of her building, holding my hand the whole time. Her apartment was on the second floor. With her free hand, she got her key ring out and opened the door, pulling me inside where she immediately pushed me back against the wall with one hand and shut and locked the door again with the other. She turned to face me and pressed up to my chest, kissing me again and moving her hands over my back, trying to find the most pleasurable grip. I wrapped my arms around her tightly at first, then slid them down her sides and got my fingers up under her black singlet. She raised her arms up as I lifted her top off, then quickly resumed kissing me and started to undo her bra as I lifted off my own black shirt. Throwing her bra down to the floor, she put my hands on her perfect, perky breasts the moment they were free from dropping my shirt. Her hands moved back around my neck to hold my head steady as she forced her tongue into the back of my mouth, giving herself to me as wholly and powerfully as she could. She had learned and loved what I liked. She was a good, worthy girl.
Getting more and more passionate with every passing second, she started to undo my pants while holding our sloppy, out of control, French kiss. I slid her cutoffs down right after my pants dropped to my ankles. We both kicked them off without breaking the kiss. Her hand went down into my underwear and slid around my hardened cock, gently squeezing it and moving up and down. Her panties and my briefs came off in a flash, and I backed her into her bedroom.
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As her heels found the edge of her bed, she sat down and leaned back, her hands holding my neck again to maintain the same kiss. This eased me forward and down over her a bit, and I put my arm behind her back to hold her up, pressing my other hand flatly and warmly to her hot, eager, moistened pussy. She moaned at this touch and spread her legs wide for me, keeping her eyes closed and sucking on my tongue.
I massaged her pussy, building up speed and pressure until her body language told me she was nearing climax. I stopped short, pulled out of our kiss, and kneeled at the foot of the bed. Her big, brown, seductive eyes opened and followed my movements wantonly. I guided her feet up onto the edge of the bed and firmly held them down as I pressed my mouth into her wet, quivering, pussy slit. She shivered and grabbed my shoulders, leaning over me with her head back in paralyzing bliss as I pushed my tongue up into her, spiraling it around as I sucked and licked at the same time. Jade moaned over and over again, and began to sweat as I practically sucked her pussy’s life out. Her grip on my shoulders was now fierce, and she cried out in agonizing ecstasy “Ohhhh God!”
Again, I stopped just in time and climbed onto the bed as she grabbed hold of me, expecting to cum hard.
The instant her head touched the pillows, I forced my throbbing cock up into her hot, wet sex, triggering her mouth to fall open, but not a sound was made; her breath was hitched. I felt her tight pussy contract with each pulse of my cock as I began to pump it in and out of her, starting off slowly and building up speed. Her legs went weak and parted as she tiled her pelvis up to receive me more. This allowed me to go even deeper, which I immediately did.
Her breathing became heavy, accompanied by frequent sighing and moaning as I pumped her so hard and deep that the whole bed shook back and forth. She came again and again and again, the cum starting to trickle out as I pumped my dick in and out of her. Jade cried out in pleasure again, “John!”
As her heels found the edge of her bed, she sat down and leaned back, her hands holding my neck again to maintain the same kiss. This eased me forward and down over her a bit, and I put my arm behind her back to hold her up, pressing my other hand flatly and warmly to her hot, eager, moistened pussy. She moaned at this touch and spread her legs wide for me, keeping her eyes closed and sucking on my tongue.
I massaged her pussy, building up speed and pressure until her body language told me she was nearing climax. I stopped short, pulled out of our kiss, and kneeled at the foot of the bed. Her big, brown, seductive eyes opened and followed my movements wantonly. I guided her feet up onto the edge of the bed and firmly held them down as I pressed my mouth into her wet, quivering, pussy slit. She shivered and grabbed my shoulders, leaning over me with her head back in paralyzing bliss as I pushed my tongue up into her, spiraling it around as I sucked and licked at the same time. Jade moaned over and over again, and began to sweat as I practically sucked her pussy’s life out. Her grip on my shoulders was now fierce, and she cried out in agonizing ecstasy “Ohhhh God!”
Again, I stopped just in time and climbed onto the bed as she grabbed hold of me, expecting to cum hard.
The instant her head touched the pillows, I forced my throbbing cock up into her hot, wet sex, triggering her mouth to fall open, but not a sound was made; her breath was hitched. I felt her tight pussy contract with each pulse of my cock as I began to pump it in and out of her, starting off slowly and building up speed. Her legs went weak and parted as she tiled her pelvis up to receive me more. This allowed me to go even deeper, which I immediately did.
Her breathing became heavy, accompanied by frequent sighing and moaning as I pumped her so hard and deep that the whole bed shook back and forth. She came again and again and again, the cum starting to trickle out as I pumped my dick in and out of her. Jade cried out in pleasure again, “John!”
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Ten minutes turned into 30, and 30 turned into 4 hours of rigorous, exhaustive pumping and bed shaking. She came so many times I lost count, and was now steamy, hot, and slippery all over, covered in our sweat and cum. My cock was throbbing deep inside her and was huge now, almost too large to fit in her anymore. The bedsheets were soaked. She tried to lock her legs around me as we both came simultaneously for the um-teenth time, but she quickly lost control and they fell back down to either side of me, sliding her silky thighs over my hips. That feeling, along with the view of her cute little scrunched up face, turned up nose, full lips, and dark brown, wide eyes, her hair all let down and fanned out around her head, just made me pump her and squeeze her and nut full force in her that much more. We were so warm and jacked up on adrenalin that every sensation was amplified, and every tingle and shiver triggered a spasm of orgasmic release shared between us and echoing back and forth within our cores for several minutes of white-knuckled gripping.
Jade’s trembling arms fought for the strength to hold onto me as my cum sloshed around far up inside her and squirted and trickled out of her wide open pussy still crammed with my full cock’s length and breadth. We came one last time as she stretched to grip my butt cheeks with both hands, cramming our groins together and pressing the tip of my cock against the end of her pussy, almost eight inches up inside her, somewhere behind my view of her tummy.
She held on tightly until the last burst of my cum filled her up and sent shivers up and down her spine. Her arms and legs then fell to either side as her tight, over-saturated pussy continued to involuntarily keegle and contract around my cock. I settled down on top of her, resting on my elbows as we began to kiss and lick each other again, still pumping in and out of her –very, very slowly now. We would both be sore soon.
Her arms wrapped around my neck again and she ran her fingers through my hair. Her toes were curled up and her eyes were closed as she tried to slow down her breathing. Her thighs were steaming against my skin.
Ten minutes turned into 30, and 30 turned into 4 hours of rigorous, exhaustive pumping and bed shaking. She came so many times I lost count, and was now steamy, hot, and slippery all over, covered in our sweat and cum. My cock was throbbing deep inside her and was huge now, almost too large to fit in her anymore. The bedsheets were soaked. She tried to lock her legs around me as we both came simultaneously for the um-teenth time, but she quickly lost control and they fell back down to either side of me, sliding her silky thighs over my hips. That feeling, along with the view of her cute little scrunched up face, turned up nose, full lips, and dark brown, wide eyes, her hair all let down and fanned out around her head, just made me pump her and squeeze her and nut full force in her that much more. We were so warm and jacked up on adrenalin that every sensation was amplified, and every tingle and shiver triggered a spasm of orgasmic release shared between us and echoing back and forth within our cores for several minutes of white-knuckled gripping.
Jade’s trembling arms fought for the strength to hold onto me as my cum sloshed around far up inside her and squirted and trickled out of her wide open pussy still crammed with my full cock’s length and breadth. We came one last time as she stretched to grip my butt cheeks with both hands, cramming our groins together and pressing the tip of my cock against the end of her pussy, almost eight inches up inside her, somewhere behind my view of her tummy.
She held on tightly until the last burst of my cum filled her up and sent shivers up and down her spine. Her arms and legs then fell to either side as her tight, over-saturated pussy continued to involuntarily keegle and contract around my cock. I settled down on top of her, resting on my elbows as we began to kiss and lick each other again, still pumping in and out of her –very, very slowly now. We would both be sore soon.
Her arms wrapped around my neck again and she ran her fingers through my hair. Her toes were curled up and her eyes were closed as she tried to slow down her breathing. Her thighs were steaming against my skin.
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After savoring the moment, looking down at all her beauty, her dark brown, flowing hair all let down, her full, inviting lips, her heavenly breasts rising with each inhale, I slowly pulled out of her and settled down next to her as she snuggled up as closely as possible, wrapping one leg over mine, pressing my still-erect cock between our groins.
We gazed into each other’s eyes for the longest time in that close, intimate embrace. I felt the A/C returning the room to its previously cooler state, not having to battle our heat-radiating, hard, sweaty sex anymore. I found myself smirking as my smartass thought process kicked back in.
“What?” she started to blush and grin at me, smiling flirtily with her dimples showing.
“Oh, nothing. I was just gonna say what a nice place you’ve got here.”
We both began to laugh. My dry wit was not lost on her.
“Always gotta kill the mood, don’t you.”
“…Yeah,” I agreed in jest and a decent poker face, looking up to the side with my eyebrows up.
She nudged me and then kissed my lips again.
“So how long have you been living here, if I may inquire.”
“Hmm… Ever since about one month after we first met.”
“Lucky you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“‘Cause it really is a nice place,” I looked around the room. “I was getting distracted back there.”
She nudged me again and laughed. “You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re too beautiful for words.”
Her mouth opened for her pre-planned comeback to whatever it was she thought I was going to retort with, but I saw her pause, stopped in her tracks before she could say it. “God damnit,” she made a cute, defeated face. “You’re impossible to fight with.”
I kissed her sweetly for a few seconds, a smartass remark finally surfacing; “Make love, baby, not war,” in my Austin Powers voice.
Again she laughed a bit and then quieted, letting out a relaxed sigh as she closed her eyes.
After savoring the moment, looking down at all her beauty, her dark brown, flowing hair all let down, her full, inviting lips, her heavenly breasts rising with each inhale, I slowly pulled out of her and settled down next to her as she snuggled up as closely as possible, wrapping one leg over mine, pressing my still-erect cock between our groins.
We gazed into each other’s eyes for the longest time in that close, intimate embrace. I felt the A/C returning the room to its previously cooler state, not having to battle our heat-radiating, hard, sweaty sex anymore. I found myself smirking as my smartass thought process kicked back in.
“What?” she started to blush and grin at me, smiling flirtily with her dimples showing.
“Oh, nothing. I was just gonna say what a nice place you’ve got here.”
We both began to laugh. My dry wit was not lost on her.
“Always gotta kill the mood, don’t you.”
“…Yeah,” I agreed in jest and a decent poker face, looking up to the side with my eyebrows up.
She nudged me and then kissed my lips again.
“So how long have you been living here, if I may inquire.”
“Hmm… Ever since about one month after we first met.”
“Lucky you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“‘Cause it really is a nice place,” I looked around the room. “I was getting distracted back there.”
She nudged me again and laughed. “You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re too beautiful for words.”
Her mouth opened for her pre-planned comeback to whatever it was she thought I was going to retort with, but I saw her pause, stopped in her tracks before she could say it. “God damnit,” she made a cute, defeated face. “You’re impossible to fight with.”
I kissed her sweetly for a few seconds, a smartass remark finally surfacing; “Make love, baby, not war,” in my Austin Powers voice.
Again she laughed a bit and then quieted, letting out a relaxed sigh as she closed her eyes.
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“Goodnight, Navy,” I whispered her old nickname to her.
“Goodnight, Cheerio,” she smiled as she drifted off to sleep, curled up in my arms, totally vulnerable and trusting me.
I glanced over at the nightstand and saw her wrap-around shades. She hadn’t worn them today when she came to see me at the main office. I smiled as I closed my own eyes. ‘She really trusts me,’ I thought.
I had the best night’s sleep I’d ever had in years; no worries, no schedules, no alarm clock, no distractions, no people at all –nothing. Nothing but the two of us curled up together in a warm snuggle, sleeping away our day. We slept like babies… horny, sated, professional killer babies.
It had been so long since I’d felt like that; so secure and wanted, loved and trusted. I’d almost forgotten what it was like… -that it even existed…
I finally awoke around 1500 hours. Jade was still snuggled up close to me, sound asleep. Kiss by soft, light, loving kiss… I gradually woke her up. When she remembered where she was and realized I was kissing her awake, a big smile spread across her face as she sighed, very happy and safe with me again.
“Sleep well?” I asked.
She just kept smiling and nodded.
“Want some breakfast?”
“Yeah –I’ll make it for you, though.”
She opened those beautiful brown eyes again and gave me the most angelic smile I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but return it.
“I love you,” I rumbled.
“I love you, too.” She paused and we both knew we were thinking about having sex again. “Stay put.” She raised her eyebrows for a split second, kissed me, and jumped out of bed, walking naked to the small kitchen-bar in the other room.
“Goodnight, Navy,” I whispered her old nickname to her.
“Goodnight, Cheerio,” she smiled as she drifted off to sleep, curled up in my arms, totally vulnerable and trusting me.
I glanced over at the nightstand and saw her wrap-around shades. She hadn’t worn them today when she came to see me at the main office. I smiled as I closed my own eyes. ‘She really trusts me,’ I thought.
I had the best night’s sleep I’d ever had in years; no worries, no schedules, no alarm clock, no distractions, no people at all –nothing. Nothing but the two of us curled up together in a warm snuggle, sleeping away our day. We slept like babies… horny, sated, professional killer babies.
It had been so long since I’d felt like that; so secure and wanted, loved and trusted. I’d almost forgotten what it was like… -that it even existed…
I finally awoke around 1500 hours. Jade was still snuggled up close to me, sound asleep. Kiss by soft, light, loving kiss… I gradually woke her up. When she remembered where she was and realized I was kissing her awake, a big smile spread across her face as she sighed, very happy and safe with me again.
“Sleep well?” I asked.
She just kept smiling and nodded.
“Want some breakfast?”
“Yeah –I’ll make it for you, though.”
She opened those beautiful brown eyes again and gave me the most angelic smile I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but return it.
“I love you,” I rumbled.
“I love you, too.” She paused and we both knew we were thinking about having sex again. “Stay put.” She raised her eyebrows for a split second, kissed me, and jumped out of bed, walking naked to the small kitchen-bar in the other room.
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I watched her toned, smooth, plump ass as she walked to the kitchen, glancing up and down her sleek hourglass of a figure, indescribably perfect; so silken and curvaceous with that irresistible Latina skin tone of creamy mocha. My eyes locked onto her swaying hips as she moved down the short hallway, catching a glimpse of her full, perky, c-cup breasts as she turned into the kitchen. Closing my eyes, I sighed to myself. ‘My god, she’s beautiful.’
I sat up in her bed, pulling the covers up to my waist for the ideal warmth, leaned back with my hands behind my head, and closed my eyes again. The faintest of breezes from the ceiling fan’s slow rotations was complimenting the perfect room temperature and the cool, soft, white sheets of her bed. Soon, the smells of a homemade breakfast drifted lazily into the bedroom, tempting me to get up and follow them. I hadn’t smelled anything like that in nearly a decade. My god, it was intoxicating.
After 10 or 15 minutes, my beautiful Latina emerged from the kitchen with a tray holding our two plates and two cups of OJ. She brought it right to me, still naked, and climbed back into bed next to me as we rested the tray over our side by side laps. She felt so warm, refreshed, and impossibly smooth with her skin slightly leaning against mine. It was Heaven.
“Hmm… Eggs, bacon, toast, grits –you went all out.”
She beamed a triumphant and appreciated smile. “You gonna compliment it or eat it?” she joked in her usual, slightly pushy manner.
I just laughed through my nose and started on my plate, but she stopped me halfway into it and took my fork.
I raised my eyebrows in question. She gave me an arousing French kiss and then proceeded to feed me herself, kissing my lips shut after every bite I took from her fork. That kept me smiling through the whole meal, and then I did the same for her; feeding her with my fork and kissing her lips shut after every bite.
After a considerable amount of time and kissing, we did eventually finish the most enjoyable breakfast either of us had ever had.
I watched her toned, smooth, plump ass as she walked to the kitchen, glancing up and down her sleek hourglass of a figure, indescribably perfect; so silken and curvaceous with that irresistible Latina skin tone of creamy mocha. My eyes locked onto her swaying hips as she moved down the short hallway, catching a glimpse of her full, perky, c-cup breasts as she turned into the kitchen. Closing my eyes, I sighed to myself. ‘My god, she’s beautiful.’
I sat up in her bed, pulling the covers up to my waist for the ideal warmth, leaned back with my hands behind my head, and closed my eyes again. The faintest of breezes from the ceiling fan’s slow rotations was complimenting the perfect room temperature and the cool, soft, white sheets of her bed. Soon, the smells of a homemade breakfast drifted lazily into the bedroom, tempting me to get up and follow them. I hadn’t smelled anything like that in nearly a decade. My god, it was intoxicating.
After 10 or 15 minutes, my beautiful Latina emerged from the kitchen with a tray holding our two plates and two cups of OJ. She brought it right to me, still naked, and climbed back into bed next to me as we rested the tray over our side by side laps. She felt so warm, refreshed, and impossibly smooth with her skin slightly leaning against mine. It was Heaven.
“Hmm… Eggs, bacon, toast, grits –you went all out.”
She beamed a triumphant and appreciated smile. “You gonna compliment it or eat it?” she joked in her usual, slightly pushy manner.
I just laughed through my nose and started on my plate, but she stopped me halfway into it and took my fork.
I raised my eyebrows in question. She gave me an arousing French kiss and then proceeded to feed me herself, kissing my lips shut after every bite I took from her fork. That kept me smiling through the whole meal, and then I did the same for her; feeding her with my fork and kissing her lips shut after every bite.
After a considerable amount of time and kissing, we did eventually finish the most enjoyable breakfast either of us had ever had.
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Finishing breakfast, much to my surprise and delight, was the longest blowjob I’d ever had. I didn’t think she’d have that in her after a meal, but she was still horny for me as ever, and I wasn’t complaining.
When she returned from setting our tray back in the kitchen, she just lied down on her tummy with her head right over my dick, pulled the covers away, and went to work.
“Ohhh… holy shit… ahhh,” I let my moans of pleasure compliment and encourage her to keep going. My toes curled up tightly as she bobbed her head up and down, her lips sucking and lubricating my swelling cock, her tongue overwhelming the underside with stimulus, deep-throating it every time she went down.
Every time she swallowed and her tongue slid back against my cock, I clenched the sheets fiercely.
This blowjob lasted a lot longer than I had expected. She kept up the same slow pace for over half an hour, swallowing my cum every time I went off in the back of her throat. She even sucked on the tip harder, holding the base with both hands, to get every last drop of cum out and into her warm, wet, slippery, highly skilled mouth.
At long last, though neither of us wanted to, she stopped, holding the base and running her tongue up the underside to kiss the tip one last time.
After looking up into my eyes for a sign of approval, she got to her knees, moved over my still-erect, soaked dick, and sat down on it, straddling me and forcing it quickly up into her anxious pussy.
We almost involuntarily hugged each other very tightly as she settled down on my lap, my dick pulsing far up inside of her, and her pussy lips parting and pressing down around its base.
She put my hands on her breasts again and then used her own hands to hold my cheeks as we began to French once more.
I’m pretty sure you can guess what happened after that.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh , oh,” THWAP “my” THWAP “god” THWAP” AHHHHH!!!”
It took us another seven hours to stop fucking, and even then she still wouldn’t get off my cock.
Finishing breakfast, much to my surprise and delight, was the longest blowjob I’d ever had. I didn’t think she’d have that in her after a meal, but she was still horny for me as ever, and I wasn’t complaining.
When she returned from setting our tray back in the kitchen, she just lied down on her tummy with her head right over my dick, pulled the covers away, and went to work.
“Ohhh… holy shit… ahhh,” I let my moans of pleasure compliment and encourage her to keep going. My toes curled up tightly as she bobbed her head up and down, her lips sucking and lubricating my swelling cock, her tongue overwhelming the underside with stimulus, deep-throating it every time she went down.
Every time she swallowed and her tongue slid back against my cock, I clenched the sheets fiercely.
This blowjob lasted a lot longer than I had expected. She kept up the same slow pace for over half an hour, swallowing my cum every time I went off in the back of her throat. She even sucked on the tip harder, holding the base with both hands, to get every last drop of cum out and into her warm, wet, slippery, highly skilled mouth.
At long last, though neither of us wanted to, she stopped, holding the base and running her tongue up the underside to kiss the tip one last time.
After looking up into my eyes for a sign of approval, she got to her knees, moved over my still-erect, soaked dick, and sat down on it, straddling me and forcing it quickly up into her anxious pussy.
We almost involuntarily hugged each other very tightly as she settled down on my lap, my dick pulsing far up inside of her, and her pussy lips parting and pressing down around its base.
She put my hands on her breasts again and then used her own hands to hold my cheeks as we began to French once more.
I’m pretty sure you can guess what happened after that.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh , oh,” THWAP “my” THWAP “god” THWAP” AHHHHH!!!”
It took us another seven hours to stop fucking, and even then she still wouldn’t get off my cock.
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27 hours later, we entered the great big, mostly empty, pristine, mountain-adorned state of Montana, tired and cramped form the monotonous drive. It was 1500 hours. Towing her car behind mine, we were able to enjoy more hand-holding and ‘other’ interactions in the same vehicle. That had also allowed us to take turns napping, further ensuring we ‘arrived alive’. We’d driven through the night, her taking the first shift to drive one half of the lengthy route as I helped ease her mind with finger-banging and sucking on her titties so we’d never have to stop for anything but gas, and me taking the last half since I hadn’t told her the exact location of our new Wolves ‘den’. She dutifully, repeatedly sucked me off for a majority of the way, swallowing every squirt, drop, and bead of my pre-cum.
As we neared the turn-off which led to the ranch, I pulled over onto the shoulder and got out to check on her. Gently stirring her from her deep slumber in the front passenger seat, the cool Montana air starting to flow over her exposed skin, she yawned, letting her raised arms fall down lovingly around my neck so she could use them to pull herself up into a lip-locking ‘goodmorning’ kiss with me as I used the embrace to help her rise and stand up out of her seat and the car.
As she stood and stretched up into another yawn, she began to extend her legs one at a time and shake the sleepiness out of them. I looked around, surveying up and down both stretches of the typical, deserted highway. She finished her shaking, squatting, and deep inhales to acclimate to the cooler, higher altitude air, and stepped over snuggle up with me by her side of the lead car. Hugging me from behind, she slid her hands down into my pants from around both sides of my waist, and began to play with my cock.
“Woop,” I briefly emitted the noise with the word, imitating one of Will Farrell’s characters. “One hell of a drive, huh?”
“It was nothin’. You’re just a wus.” She fought a smile as I laughed, knowing that was just how she tried to show off while joking.
“Yeah, yeahhh,” I gave her a knowing and un-amused look. “I know you’re tough.”
She threw her arms up, faking a stretch as she walked up close to me, and then lowered them around my neck as she began to kiss me again. I smiled and lightly rubbed our noses together, then kissed her back.
I grasped her wrists and slid her hands back up out of my pants and away from my cock, hearing her pouting whimper of temporary disappointment as I then moved her around to stand in front of me. Sniffing up the side of her neck and then gently resting my teeth down around it for a moment, we both started to let our feral, primal sides show now that we’d gotten far away from the ‘normal’ humans; the ‘sheeple’, as so many had now taken to calling them. Jade began to open my shirt and lick all over my chest like a loving dog excited that its master was home. Her hands quickly rubbed me all over in random directions, groping at all of my different muscles as she giggled, nuzzled the side of her face between my pectorals, and giddily raised up on her tiptoes, electrified with the thrill of finally being free and on the move with me again.
“Ohhhh, oh god, yes-yes-yes,” she said with glee, shivering again from the cool gust of wind and my eruption of cum into her pussy. I quickly pulled out after the first squirt, eased the head into her asshole, and then continued to let out another four, big squirts of it into her asshole, continuing to fuck her anally from there with my right forearm firmly cradling her tits and my left hand rubbing circles across her smooth, taut tummy before plunging down between her inner thighs to hook its two middle fingers into her sex and just as firmly hold her there by it.
We finished each other off very, very well, both of us trembling a little and clinging to each other with white-knuckled grips matching equally pleasantly overwhelmed gasps and hitched breaths. Pulling away from one another was always the hardest part (no pun intended).
Jade rubbed her pussy and casually sucked our cum off of her fingers, “So where to now, captain?”
“Not far. …Hey.”
“What?” Her middle finger remained up and extended, her lips resting around it to savor the last of our cum particles.
“You still up for this?”
She gave me a dirty look, hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised, mouth open in disgust. She had mastered the ‘Oh, Yeah?!’ pose a long time ago. She soon slipped back out of the look, remembering that I was the one asking the question; that it wasn’t condescending, but compassionate; thoughtful.
“John,… you and I both know that this is what we live for. …Yes, I’m up for it –whatever it is. …If you wanted me to move in with you, I’d be up for that, too. I trust you.”
A satisfied smile slowly crept across my face. The ‘move in with you’ part stuck in my mind as a confirmed mutual desire. I loved to have things ‘spelled out’ for me.
“Good,” I concluded.
She offered me a kind smile to let me know she was sincere and appreciative of my inquiry.
I looked down at the paved surface spattered with our cum droplets, squinting and thinking things through. “Okay; come with me. –“
She cut me off with her usual, witty, innuendo retorts, “I just did.”
I grinned, almost beaming as we got back in our vehicle, “ -We’re almost there.”
When we turned into the short, rusted gateway of the ranch, surrounded by the wilderness and long, rolling hills covered in evergreens, I got that calming feeling of coming home for the first time in ages… In ever? Hopefully this would become our home someday. –just so long as we were never discovered… and so long as I ‘found’ some more green ($).
I checked my rearview mirror to see how her car was doing, then looked over at her. Her expression was deadly serious again, and she’d put her wraparound shades back on –likely in anticipation of seeing other people very shortly; she never did like anyone else seeing her eyes. That was the good ol’ Jade I fell in love with not long ago. Her cold cover back in that bar I met her in just attracted me like a magnet.
The long, winding, dirt and gravel road inside the ranch eventually entered the tree-covered area and then let out into the small clearing where the entrance to the bunker was. All the vehicles were parked under the trees around the clearing’s perimeter, covered in tarps and difficult to spot, even with satellites and image enhancement applications, and all facing outboard for a 360 degree security formation capable of pushing out and firing in all directions simultaneously, just as many of our crew had rehearsed and done in warzones around the world. It was a familiar, happy thing.
The entrance to the bunker was covered, as well. There was no sign of inhabitance from above or even on ground level just meters away.
27 hours later, we entered the great big, mostly empty, pristine, mountain-adorned state of Montana, tired and cramped form the monotonous drive. It was 1500 hours. Towing her car behind mine, we were able to enjoy more hand-holding and ‘other’ interactions in the same vehicle. That had also allowed us to take turns napping, further ensuring we ‘arrived alive’. We’d driven through the night, her taking the first shift to drive one half of the lengthy route as I helped ease her mind with finger-banging and sucking on her titties so we’d never have to stop for anything but gas, and me taking the last half since I hadn’t told her the exact location of our new Wolves ‘den’. She dutifully, repeatedly sucked me off for a majority of the way, swallowing every squirt, drop, and bead of my pre-cum.
As we neared the turn-off which led to the ranch, I pulled over onto the shoulder and got out to check on her. Gently stirring her from her deep slumber in the front passenger seat, the cool Montana air starting to flow over her exposed skin, she yawned, letting her raised arms fall down lovingly around my neck so she could use them to pull herself up into a lip-locking ‘goodmorning’ kiss with me as I used the embrace to help her rise and stand up out of her seat and the car.
As she stood and stretched up into another yawn, she began to extend her legs one at a time and shake the sleepiness out of them. I looked around, surveying up and down both stretches of the typical, deserted highway. She finished her shaking, squatting, and deep inhales to acclimate to the cooler, higher altitude air, and stepped over snuggle up with me by her side of the lead car. Hugging me from behind, she slid her hands down into my pants from around both sides of my waist, and began to play with my cock.
“Woop,” I briefly emitted the noise with the word, imitating one of Will Farrell’s characters. “One hell of a drive, huh?”
“It was nothin’. You’re just a wus.” She fought a smile as I laughed, knowing that was just how she tried to show off while joking.
“Yeah, yeahhh,” I gave her a knowing and un-amused look. “I know you’re tough.”
She threw her arms up, faking a stretch as she walked up close to me, and then lowered them around my neck as she began to kiss me again. I smiled and lightly rubbed our noses together, then kissed her back.
I grasped her wrists and slid her hands back up out of my pants and away from my cock, hearing her pouting whimper of temporary disappointment as I then moved her around to stand in front of me. Sniffing up the side of her neck and then gently resting my teeth down around it for a moment, we both started to let our feral, primal sides show now that we’d gotten far away from the ‘normal’ humans; the ‘sheeple’, as so many had now taken to calling them. Jade began to open my shirt and lick all over my chest like a loving dog excited that its master was home. Her hands quickly rubbed me all over in random directions, groping at all of my different muscles as she giggled, nuzzled the side of her face between my pectorals, and giddily raised up on her tiptoes, electrified with the thrill of finally being free and on the move with me again.
“Ohhhh, oh god, yes-yes-yes,” she said with glee, shivering again from the cool gust of wind and my eruption of cum into her pussy. I quickly pulled out after the first squirt, eased the head into her asshole, and then continued to let out another four, big squirts of it into her asshole, continuing to fuck her anally from there with my right forearm firmly cradling her tits and my left hand rubbing circles across her smooth, taut tummy before plunging down between her inner thighs to hook its two middle fingers into her sex and just as firmly hold her there by it.
We finished each other off very, very well, both of us trembling a little and clinging to each other with white-knuckled grips matching equally pleasantly overwhelmed gasps and hitched breaths. Pulling away from one another was always the hardest part (no pun intended).
Jade rubbed her pussy and casually sucked our cum off of her fingers, “So where to now, captain?”
“Not far. …Hey.”
“What?” Her middle finger remained up and extended, her lips resting around it to savor the last of our cum particles.
“You still up for this?”
She gave me a dirty look, hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised, mouth open in disgust. She had mastered the ‘Oh, Yeah?!’ pose a long time ago. She soon slipped back out of the look, remembering that I was the one asking the question; that it wasn’t condescending, but compassionate; thoughtful.
“John,… you and I both know that this is what we live for. …Yes, I’m up for it –whatever it is. …If you wanted me to move in with you, I’d be up for that, too. I trust you.”
A satisfied smile slowly crept across my face. The ‘move in with you’ part stuck in my mind as a confirmed mutual desire. I loved to have things ‘spelled out’ for me.
“Good,” I concluded.
She offered me a kind smile to let me know she was sincere and appreciative of my inquiry.
I looked down at the paved surface spattered with our cum droplets, squinting and thinking things through. “Okay; come with me. –“
She cut me off with her usual, witty, innuendo retorts, “I just did.”
I grinned, almost beaming as we got back in our vehicle, “ -We’re almost there.”
When we turned into the short, rusted gateway of the ranch, surrounded by the wilderness and long, rolling hills covered in evergreens, I got that calming feeling of coming home for the first time in ages… In ever? Hopefully this would become our home someday. –just so long as we were never discovered… and so long as I ‘found’ some more green ($).
I checked my rearview mirror to see how her car was doing, then looked over at her. Her expression was deadly serious again, and she’d put her wraparound shades back on –likely in anticipation of seeing other people very shortly; she never did like anyone else seeing her eyes. That was the good ol’ Jade I fell in love with not long ago. Her cold cover back in that bar I met her in just attracted me like a magnet.
The long, winding, dirt and gravel road inside the ranch eventually entered the tree-covered area and then let out into the small clearing where the entrance to the bunker was. All the vehicles were parked under the trees around the clearing’s perimeter, covered in tarps and difficult to spot, even with satellites and image enhancement applications, and all facing outboard for a 360 degree security formation capable of pushing out and firing in all directions simultaneously, just as many of our crew had rehearsed and done in warzones around the world. It was a familiar, happy thing.
The entrance to the bunker was covered, as well. There was no sign of inhabitance from above or even on ground level just meters away.
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I spun the wheel around, guiding the car in a sharp right turn between two of the trees, and parked. The positioning would allow us to unhook her car and back it up in a single turn to the adjacent space that had been cleared out in anticipation of her acceptance and arrival.
We both got out, made the final vehicle adjustments, locked them up, and walked under cover of the many tall trees to our well-concealed bunker hatch. Jade folded her arms and thoroughly scanned her surroundings. I could tell she’d spotted the other 14 vehicles hidden in the perimeter. Her mouth opened just slightly in awe.
“What is this?” she looked over at me.
“Do you see the entrance?”
She looked around for a minute and then guessed that it was the pile of branches nearest beside us.
“Well?” I asked, implying that she should test her theory.
She walked over to it and pushed some of the branches aside, finding the twin metal doors closed, flat on the ground.
“Good guess.” I motioned for her to open them up.
She thought about it for a moment and then pulled them both open, revealing the stairwell that led 20 feet down into the bunker whose ceiling was ten feet below the surface. She raised that one eyebrow of hers; her signature expression, letting on that she was impressed.
“Come on,” I took her hand and led her down the spartan stairwell closer to the well-lit 15’x20’x10’ room softly complimented with the adorning, battery-powered lanterns along its sleek, concrete walls.
“Freeze or die!” the popular and historic Marine Corps Boot Camp recitation sounded sharply from deeper within the bunker’s main room. Marty’s booming command-voice stopped us in our tracks, but I laughed when I recognized it.
“Easy, killer. It’s ‘Commander’ John,” I said my recent appointment title with a bit of amusement, still not really feeling comfortable with it; my other Marine-friend’s philosophy quote ever-present in my head (“If you lead, I may not follow, and if you follow, I may not lead, but if you walk beside me, we may actually get somewhere.”).
“John!” Marty totally changed his demeanor, “You dirty fuck! Welcome back!” He holstered his pistol and came halfway up the stairwell to shake my hand. “And who’s thi-“ he recognized Jade standing behind me.
She was silent; startled by his earlier welcome-message of ‘freeze or die’ and curious at the same time.
“Holyyy shit,” Marty beamed. “If it isn’t Jade.”
I spun the wheel around, guiding the car in a sharp right turn between two of the trees, and parked. The positioning would allow us to unhook her car and back it up in a single turn to the adjacent space that had been cleared out in anticipation of her acceptance and arrival.
We both got out, made the final vehicle adjustments, locked them up, and walked under cover of the many tall trees to our well-concealed bunker hatch. Jade folded her arms and thoroughly scanned her surroundings. I could tell she’d spotted the other 14 vehicles hidden in the perimeter. Her mouth opened just slightly in awe.
“What is this?” she looked over at me.
“Do you see the entrance?”
She looked around for a minute and then guessed that it was the pile of branches nearest beside us.
“Well?” I asked, implying that she should test her theory.
She walked over to it and pushed some of the branches aside, finding the twin metal doors closed, flat on the ground.
“Good guess.” I motioned for her to open them up.
She thought about it for a moment and then pulled them both open, revealing the stairwell that led 20 feet down into the bunker whose ceiling was ten feet below the surface. She raised that one eyebrow of hers; her signature expression, letting on that she was impressed.
“Come on,” I took her hand and led her down the spartan stairwell closer to the well-lit 15’x20’x10’ room softly complimented with the adorning, battery-powered lanterns along its sleek, concrete walls.
“Freeze or die!” the popular and historic Marine Corps Boot Camp recitation sounded sharply from deeper within the bunker’s main room. Marty’s booming command-voice stopped us in our tracks, but I laughed when I recognized it.
“Easy, killer. It’s ‘Commander’ John,” I said my recent appointment title with a bit of amusement, still not really feeling comfortable with it; my other Marine-friend’s philosophy quote ever-present in my head (“If you lead, I may not follow, and if you follow, I may not lead, but if you walk beside me, we may actually get somewhere.”).
“John!” Marty totally changed his demeanor, “You dirty fuck! Welcome back!” He holstered his pistol and came halfway up the stairwell to shake my hand. “And who’s thi-“ he recognized Jade standing behind me.
She was silent; startled by his earlier welcome-message of ‘freeze or die’ and curious at the same time.
“Holyyy shit,” Marty beamed. “If it isn’t Jade.”
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They gave her the ‘grand tour’, which consisted of walking around the 4 bunks in the center of the room, showing her the gun racks, safes, our kick-ass flag, and the computer tables back up front on either side of the stairwell opening. They were all really gung-ho about the whole thing; for once, people (we) were standing up for what we believed in; for once, we were fighting for what was right, not what someone else told us to do against our better judgment and senses. It wasn’t total peace, but it was finally one more huge step in that direction. She allowed a few smiles and compliments on the teamwork to slip out.
I just sat back on one of the tables and watched, chuckling. They were like a bunch of kids –no, an Italian family; all loving, excited, energetic talking with sweeping gestures, friendly frequent physical contact, and so on. Good stuff.
Jim walked over to me and stood ‘at ease’, watching them as I was, but speaking to me as we did so. “Glad to have you back, sir.”
I smirked. “Damnit, Jim. You don’t have to call me ‘sir’.”
Jim didn’t miss a beat: “Sir, I don’t understand, sir.”
“Fuck you, you smartass bastard.”
We both had a good chuckle.
“What’ve you been up to these past 2 weeks?”
Jim reported: “10-mile run, full gear, every morning. Also partner sit-ups, push-ups, and sparring. Also pull-ups” (on tree branches) “, rotations on our weight-set” which was still up topside in Troy’s pickup truck “, verbal testing on a few of our field manuals, weapons maintenance, inventory for our ammunition, and discussing plans for a fence, an obstacle course, and the expansion of the bunker; cheap expansion, that is. Oh, and a lot of fucking.”
“Well shit, sir,” I remarked, taken aback by their progress, the likes of which one just never saw from nearly 100% of all Outlanders anywhere. They’d done well. Jim smirked at my comment.
“Yeah, we don’t take any of this lightly, sir.”
“Outstanding work, Jim. I’m glad you didn’t have any problems assuming command, and I’m very proud of all of you for taking the initiative on those plans. Lemme take a look at ‘em.”
Jim snapped back to attention briefly with an audible “Sir!” which everyone else was too busy getting back to work or still talking to Jade to notice, and off he went to produce them.
Jim returned from one of the safes with the folder containing the expansion plans.
I browsed through it. There were sketches, estimated costs, stores out of state where we could get all the shit we would need. It was well done; thorough.
“Again: outstanding.”
“Thank you, sir,” he let a smile show for half a second.
“If things go as planned, Jim, I’ll make sure we get all this built.” I closed the folder and handed it back to him.
“Yes, sir,” he beamed with gung-ho pride and excitement at the very thought of it all. He was a motivated soldier again and loving it; about fucking time –and for us all!
They gave her the ‘grand tour’, which consisted of walking around the 4 bunks in the center of the room, showing her the gun racks, safes, our kick-ass flag, and the computer tables back up front on either side of the stairwell opening. They were all really gung-ho about the whole thing; for once, people (we) were standing up for what we believed in; for once, we were fighting for what was right, not what someone else told us to do against our better judgment and senses. It wasn’t total peace, but it was finally one more huge step in that direction. She allowed a few smiles and compliments on the teamwork to slip out.
I just sat back on one of the tables and watched, chuckling. They were like a bunch of kids –no, an Italian family; all loving, excited, energetic talking with sweeping gestures, friendly frequent physical contact, and so on. Good stuff.
Jim walked over to me and stood ‘at ease’, watching them as I was, but speaking to me as we did so. “Glad to have you back, sir.”
I smirked. “Damnit, Jim. You don’t have to call me ‘sir’.”
Jim didn’t miss a beat: “Sir, I don’t understand, sir.”
“Fuck you, you smartass bastard.”
We both had a good chuckle.
“What’ve you been up to these past 2 weeks?”
Jim reported: “10-mile run, full gear, every morning. Also partner sit-ups, push-ups, and sparring. Also pull-ups” (on tree branches) “, rotations on our weight-set” which was still up topside in Troy’s pickup truck “, verbal testing on a few of our field manuals, weapons maintenance, inventory for our ammunition, and discussing plans for a fence, an obstacle course, and the expansion of the bunker; cheap expansion, that is. Oh, and a lot of fucking.”
“Well shit, sir,” I remarked, taken aback by their progress, the likes of which one just never saw from nearly 100% of all Outlanders anywhere. They’d done well. Jim smirked at my comment.
“Yeah, we don’t take any of this lightly, sir.”
“Outstanding work, Jim. I’m glad you didn’t have any problems assuming command, and I’m very proud of all of you for taking the initiative on those plans. Lemme take a look at ‘em.”
Jim snapped back to attention briefly with an audible “Sir!” which everyone else was too busy getting back to work or still talking to Jade to notice, and off he went to produce them.
Jim returned from one of the safes with the folder containing the expansion plans.
I browsed through it. There were sketches, estimated costs, stores out of state where we could get all the shit we would need. It was well done; thorough.
“Again: outstanding.”
“Thank you, sir,” he let a smile show for half a second.
“If things go as planned, Jim, I’ll make sure we get all this built.” I closed the folder and handed it back to him.
“Yes, sir,” he beamed with gung-ho pride and excitement at the very thought of it all. He was a motivated soldier again and loving it; about fucking time –and for us all!
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Jim, Danny, and I always slept in sleeping bags on the floor. The 12 bunk spaces were for everyone else. We’d all agreed on that.
Tonight, however, we had a 16th person to care for, so Troy gave up his bunk space for Jade.
I knew she was tempted to sleep on the floor anyway; to show how tough she was, as always, but she didn’t this time. I guess she felt she’d already established that with us.
We enjoyed yet another happy night together; as best friends, as a family, and now as a team. It was the best time of our lives.
-
0500 hours.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The alarm clock sounded sharply right on the dot.
Everyone was up in a flash.
It took Jade a moment to adjust to all the chaos around her but she soon slipped back into her ‘mode’. This was her element, after all.
I was already up and dressed when the alarm clock went off. I stood by the stairwell opening with my arms folded, observing my team suiting up for our daily run. Jade didn’t have any trouble getting into the full BDU (Battle Dress Uniform), boots, belt, backpack, vest, and helmet. This run, on the other hand, was going to exhaust her. I smirked with the psychotic excitement and anticipation of the soldier.
“MOOOOVE your asses!!” I blasted at them in my Drill Sergeant voice.
4 mikes (minutes) had passed. Everyone followed Jim up the stairwell, single-file, boots clomping on the concrete steps. They were immediately in-step and formed-up topside; running-block formation, jogging in place at ‘double mark time’ (the marching command to make a unit march or jog without traversing).
I emerged, closing the stairwell doors behind me.
Jim, Danny, and I always slept in sleeping bags on the floor. The 12 bunk spaces were for everyone else. We’d all agreed on that.
Tonight, however, we had a 16th person to care for, so Troy gave up his bunk space for Jade.
I knew she was tempted to sleep on the floor anyway; to show how tough she was, as always, but she didn’t this time. I guess she felt she’d already established that with us.
We enjoyed yet another happy night together; as best friends, as a family, and now as a team. It was the best time of our lives.
-
0500 hours.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The alarm clock sounded sharply right on the dot.
Everyone was up in a flash.
It took Jade a moment to adjust to all the chaos around her but she soon slipped back into her ‘mode’. This was her element, after all.
I was already up and dressed when the alarm clock went off. I stood by the stairwell opening with my arms folded, observing my team suiting up for our daily run. Jade didn’t have any trouble getting into the full BDU (Battle Dress Uniform), boots, belt, backpack, vest, and helmet. This run, on the other hand, was going to exhaust her. I smirked with the psychotic excitement and anticipation of the soldier.
“MOOOOVE your asses!!” I blasted at them in my Drill Sergeant voice.
4 mikes (minutes) had passed. Everyone followed Jim up the stairwell, single-file, boots clomping on the concrete steps. They were immediately in-step and formed-up topside; running-block formation, jogging in place at ‘double mark time’ (the marching command to make a unit march or jog without traversing).
I emerged, closing the stairwell doors behind me.
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As I stepped in front of the formation, Jim took 2 half-steps at ‘(to the) rear, march’, followed by 1 step at ‘right-step, march’, in order to run with me ahead of the block-formation by a few feet.
“Forwarrrrd… HOUH!” I boomed the intentionally-distorted, Army version of the command ‘march’; a noise that sounded more like a merger of ‘heave ho!’, ‘who’, ‘ugh’, and the sound a man makes when getting punched in the gut. It was supposed to motivate some people. The spirit within me was loudly telling me its time for useful application had passed. Fortunately, I still had enough ‘salt’, grit, and muscle-memory to make it sound convincing and stirring.
“Private Troy! Let’s hear some jodies!” Jodies are marching and/or jogging cadences; what the troops sing or, perhaps more accurately, chant while moving in formation. It helps with the group/hive/collective mentality, also called ‘team spirit’ or, depending on who you train with, ‘esprit de corps’.
Troy began. “Wake up, wake up, U-S-Aaaa!”
The whole block echoed Troy as we jogged down the dirt and gravel road.
“We were up at five today!
Runnin’, swimmin’, all day long!
That’s what makes a ghost merc’ strong!
Singin’ hoo-yah-hey!” At this line, the block formation echoed back only the ‘hoo-yah-hey’ part.
“Runnin’ day-ay!
Singin’ hoo-yah-hey-ey!” Again, they only echoed the latter part of this line.
“Just another runnin’ day!”
Jim called (sang/yelled/lead) the next round of cadence while Troy picked out his next one.
“I don’ wanna be no Green Beret!
They only P-T once a day!
I don’ wanna be no Airborne Ranger!
I wanna live a life of danger!
I don’ wanna be no fag Recon!
I wanna stay ‘til the job is done!
I wanna be a mer-ce-nar-y!
I wanna swim the deep blue sea!
I wanna live a life of danger!
Grab some sack and run with me!”
We jogged a few dozen more paces and caught our breath before the next round, as always, began.
“Battle, blood, & guts we groove!
We’re a rough and ready crew!
Souuunnnd off!”
The block sang back “Onnne, two.”
“Souuunnnd off!” They sang back: “Threeee, four.”
“Souuunnnd off!” They sang back: “Onnne, twooo, threeee, fourrr, one-two, three-four!”
Jim continued with another one: “I don’t know but I’ve been tolllld!
A frogman’s money is as good as gold!”
We repeated the counting cadence portion from the previous jodie.
“If I die in the com-bat zohhhne!
Box me up and ship me home!
Pin my me-dals upon my chest!
And bury me in the leading-rest!” (‘leading-rest’ is the push-ups start position)
Again, we repeated the counting cadence portion.
And Jim finished us off with an extra-loud and long, nearly screaming “Hoo-yahhhhh!!”
Marty sounded off next with a jodie of a faster tempo:
“A hostage situ-ation!
It started in Iran!
And then the bloody Russians!
In-vade af-ghan-ih-stan!”
At this point, everyone suddenly, sharply barked “HEY!” and began singing the chorus:
“Men at war-a-a-a-ar!
Men at war-a-a-a-ar!
Late at night when you’re sleepin’
Delta Force comes a creepin’ all a-rou-ou-ou-ou-ound!
A creepin’ all around! HEY!”
Marty picked up with the next section of his jodie: “They came to find their leader!” and everyone began echoing him again.
“They found him in the rear!
His eyes were full of wonder!
His eyes were full of fear!”
And the block started the chorus again.
When they finished it, right on queue, Marty picked up with the next section: “They came to find their wounded!
They came to claim their dead!
Hear the choppers coming!
They’re hummin’ over-head!”
They all piped up with the loud and proud chorus again.
Marty wrapped up the jodie with the final section: “They went to find their leader!
We found him in his bed!
And when they rolled him over!
They found that he was dead!”
And with that, the final chorus bellowed and resonated within and around us all.
Jim called some more regular cadence (“left, right, left”, which no one had to repeat) so they could catch their breath after that long one.
“Nick!” I boomed, and Nick began:
“I went to the playground, where all the kiddies play!
I pulled out my uzi, and I began to spray!
Left, right, left, right, left, right, KILL!
I went to the Wal-Mart, where all the mommies shop!
I pulled out my axe, and I began to chop!
Left, right, left, right, left, right, KILL!
I went to the church, where all the civi’s pray!
I pulled out my Tommy, and blew ‘em all away!
Left, right, left, right, left, right, KILL!”
Everyone got a good laugh out of that one; a very enjoyable and home-hitting piece.
I looked over my shoulder at the block-formation jogging along to my flank and rear. Jade was givin’ it her all but looked like she was about to die on me. I didn’t blame her, though; this was probably her first run in full gear –at least in a very long time.
“Jim!” I barked with that signature military gusto and coarse affection, “Take charge!”
Jim immediately picked up where the rest of us had left off, “Oo-rah, Master Chief!” As he moved up to my position, I ‘fell out’ (left my position in the formation) to the side of the road and motioned for Jade to follow me.
Predictably, she tried to glare in defiance, but her exhaustion made the decision for her and she slowed down to a light walk beside me as Jim led the block way down the road ahead of the two of us.
Jade hung her head in shame as she panted, almost passing out. I could tell she was drenched in sweat under all that camouflage and weight.
“Are you gonna make it, Navy?” I used one of her favored nicknames and call-signs.
“Can’t run… any-more,” she panted out, still working to catch her breath.
“First run in full gear?”
“Yeah,” she kept her eyes on the ground as we walked through the pre-dawn, deep-blue-lit terrain along the road’s shoulder.
“Still wanna do this shit?” I prodded her a bit.
“Oh fuck yes,” her determined response snapped back, making me laugh inside and exhale audibly once through my nose. I loved her undying spirit.
“Jade,” my tone requested her serious attention. She looked up at me as we continued our cool-down walk. “I’m damn proud of you.”
She tried to smile but it faded.
“Let’s walk back and get some chow.” I gave her a few more minutes to catch her breath and then led her back to the bunker at a much slower jog; more of a shuffle.
Jade was a great runner –just not with 40 pounds of gear on her back –not yet.
She had wanted to be a Navy SEAL for a long time now, and as a true friend, it was my duty to help her achieve that level of performance –since I couldn’t exactly rewrite military law and permit women to enter the SEAL program.
I jogged her back to the bunker and showed her how the hydrogen-based heating-bags worked in the MREs we’d bought. Our breakfast consisted of lukewarm bottled water and 1 MRE each. It was an ‘acquired taste’.
About an hour and a half later, Jim returned with the block from their 10-mile run around the ranch. All those runs were serving 2 purposes for us: 1) keeping us in peak shape, and 2) familiarizing us with our immediate surroundings. If we ever had to defend the bunker and ranch, we would have the upper hand at least in those respects, knowing the terrain like the back of our hand.
Jade and I were standing in the small clearing as they returned, all of them looking a bit wasted but loving it, knowing that that feeling meant they had really pushed and strengthened themselves.
Jim barked out “Quick-time…march! … Mark-time…march!” and then held his hand up to signal them their formation to come to a halt as he barked “Platoon…halt!”
With two more, uniform steps, everyone of them stopped on the same foot, just as we’d always been taught.
Jim barked once more: “Fall out! Grab some chow!”
They obeyed, moving quickly and quietly.
As I stepped in front of the formation, Jim took 2 half-steps at ‘(to the) rear, march’, followed by 1 step at ‘right-step, march’, in order to run with me ahead of the block-formation by a few feet.
“Forwarrrrd… HOUH!” I boomed the intentionally-distorted, Army version of the command ‘march’; a noise that sounded more like a merger of ‘heave ho!’, ‘who’, ‘ugh’, and the sound a man makes when getting punched in the gut. It was supposed to motivate some people. The spirit within me was loudly telling me its time for useful application had passed. Fortunately, I still had enough ‘salt’, grit, and muscle-memory to make it sound convincing and stirring.
“Private Troy! Let’s hear some jodies!” Jodies are marching and/or jogging cadences; what the troops sing or, perhaps more accurately, chant while moving in formation. It helps with the group/hive/collective mentality, also called ‘team spirit’ or, depending on who you train with, ‘esprit de corps’.
Troy began. “Wake up, wake up, U-S-Aaaa!”
The whole block echoed Troy as we jogged down the dirt and gravel road.
“We were up at five today!
Runnin’, swimmin’, all day long!
That’s what makes a ghost merc’ strong!
Singin’ hoo-yah-hey!” At this line, the block formation echoed back only the ‘hoo-yah-hey’ part.
“Runnin’ day-ay!
Singin’ hoo-yah-hey-ey!” Again, they only echoed the latter part of this line.
“Just another runnin’ day!”
Jim called (sang/yelled/lead) the next round of cadence while Troy picked out his next one.
“I don’ wanna be no Green Beret!
They only P-T once a day!
I don’ wanna be no Airborne Ranger!
I wanna live a life of danger!
I don’ wanna be no fag Recon!
I wanna stay ‘til the job is done!
I wanna be a mer-ce-nar-y!
I wanna swim the deep blue sea!
I wanna live a life of danger!
Grab some sack and run with me!”
We jogged a few dozen more paces and caught our breath before the next round, as always, began.
“Battle, blood, & guts we groove!
We’re a rough and ready crew!
Souuunnnd off!”
The block sang back “Onnne, two.”
“Souuunnnd off!” They sang back: “Threeee, four.”
“Souuunnnd off!” They sang back: “Onnne, twooo, threeee, fourrr, one-two, three-four!”
Jim continued with another one: “I don’t know but I’ve been tolllld!
A frogman’s money is as good as gold!”
We repeated the counting cadence portion from the previous jodie.
“If I die in the com-bat zohhhne!
Box me up and ship me home!
Pin my me-dals upon my chest!
And bury me in the leading-rest!” (‘leading-rest’ is the push-ups start position)
Again, we repeated the counting cadence portion.
And Jim finished us off with an extra-loud and long, nearly screaming “Hoo-yahhhhh!!”
Marty sounded off next with a jodie of a faster tempo:
“A hostage situ-ation!
It started in Iran!
And then the bloody Russians!
In-vade af-ghan-ih-stan!”
At this point, everyone suddenly, sharply barked “HEY!” and began singing the chorus:
“Men at war-a-a-a-ar!
Men at war-a-a-a-ar!
Late at night when you’re sleepin’
Delta Force comes a creepin’ all a-rou-ou-ou-ou-ound!
A creepin’ all around! HEY!”
Marty picked up with the next section of his jodie: “They came to find their leader!” and everyone began echoing him again.
“They found him in the rear!
His eyes were full of wonder!
His eyes were full of fear!”
And the block started the chorus again.
When they finished it, right on queue, Marty picked up with the next section: “They came to find their wounded!
They came to claim their dead!
Hear the choppers coming!
They’re hummin’ over-head!”
They all piped up with the loud and proud chorus again.
Marty wrapped up the jodie with the final section: “They went to find their leader!
We found him in his bed!
And when they rolled him over!
They found that he was dead!”
And with that, the final chorus bellowed and resonated within and around us all.
Jim called some more regular cadence (“left, right, left”, which no one had to repeat) so they could catch their breath after that long one.
“Nick!” I boomed, and Nick began:
“I went to the playground, where all the kiddies play!
I pulled out my uzi, and I began to spray!
Left, right, left, right, left, right, KILL!
I went to the Wal-Mart, where all the mommies shop!
I pulled out my axe, and I began to chop!
Left, right, left, right, left, right, KILL!
I went to the church, where all the civi’s pray!
I pulled out my Tommy, and blew ‘em all away!
Left, right, left, right, left, right, KILL!”
Everyone got a good laugh out of that one; a very enjoyable and home-hitting piece.
I looked over my shoulder at the block-formation jogging along to my flank and rear. Jade was givin’ it her all but looked like she was about to die on me. I didn’t blame her, though; this was probably her first run in full gear –at least in a very long time.
“Jim!” I barked with that signature military gusto and coarse affection, “Take charge!”
Jim immediately picked up where the rest of us had left off, “Oo-rah, Master Chief!” As he moved up to my position, I ‘fell out’ (left my position in the formation) to the side of the road and motioned for Jade to follow me.
Predictably, she tried to glare in defiance, but her exhaustion made the decision for her and she slowed down to a light walk beside me as Jim led the block way down the road ahead of the two of us.
Jade hung her head in shame as she panted, almost passing out. I could tell she was drenched in sweat under all that camouflage and weight.
“Are you gonna make it, Navy?” I used one of her favored nicknames and call-signs.
“Can’t run… any-more,” she panted out, still working to catch her breath.
“First run in full gear?”
“Yeah,” she kept her eyes on the ground as we walked through the pre-dawn, deep-blue-lit terrain along the road’s shoulder.
“Still wanna do this shit?” I prodded her a bit.
“Oh fuck yes,” her determined response snapped back, making me laugh inside and exhale audibly once through my nose. I loved her undying spirit.
“Jade,” my tone requested her serious attention. She looked up at me as we continued our cool-down walk. “I’m damn proud of you.”
She tried to smile but it faded.
“Let’s walk back and get some chow.” I gave her a few more minutes to catch her breath and then led her back to the bunker at a much slower jog; more of a shuffle.
Jade was a great runner –just not with 40 pounds of gear on her back –not yet.
She had wanted to be a Navy SEAL for a long time now, and as a true friend, it was my duty to help her achieve that level of performance –since I couldn’t exactly rewrite military law and permit women to enter the SEAL program.
I jogged her back to the bunker and showed her how the hydrogen-based heating-bags worked in the MREs we’d bought. Our breakfast consisted of lukewarm bottled water and 1 MRE each. It was an ‘acquired taste’.
About an hour and a half later, Jim returned with the block from their 10-mile run around the ranch. All those runs were serving 2 purposes for us: 1) keeping us in peak shape, and 2) familiarizing us with our immediate surroundings. If we ever had to defend the bunker and ranch, we would have the upper hand at least in those respects, knowing the terrain like the back of our hand.
Jade and I were standing in the small clearing as they returned, all of them looking a bit wasted but loving it, knowing that that feeling meant they had really pushed and strengthened themselves.
Jim barked out “Quick-time…march! … Mark-time…march!” and then held his hand up to signal them their formation to come to a halt as he barked “Platoon…halt!”
With two more, uniform steps, everyone of them stopped on the same foot, just as we’d always been taught.
Jim barked once more: “Fall out! Grab some chow!”
They obeyed, moving quickly and quietly.
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When we finally did must the will-power to leave the bedroom, we ended up taking a long, steamy shower together (which we both, of course, needed after all that fucking into sore, sated oblivion) –and fucked in the shower.
Then we snuggled up on the couch, me in my briefs and her only in her panties, and watched a movie… and fucked on the couch, then the floor, and back on the couch one more time.
Jade then had the idea for us to try it sitting on the clothes drier. The steady vibrations did all the work for us as she held onto me in shivering lust, her cum virtually pouring out at the rumbling, tickling, numbing sensation resonating between and through us.
We went through an entire tube of lubricant that night. We were hooked.
Yes, eventually, we did tire and rest again, but it took all night to get to that point.
We woke up naked in her bed for the second time the next day. She was still clinging to me, her head tucked under my chin and one of her legs draped over me.
This time, we just kissed and talked for a few hours –not moving an inch, as both of us were starting to need more and more time to recover for the following, inevitable rounds.
She told me everything about her, and how life had been since she’d last seen me.
I told her that I’d ‘gotten back in touch’ with our mutual friends, and that they all said ‘hi’. She knew who I meant but I’m sure she had no idea what we’d been up to –the level at which we’d been operating again. I was gonna wait a little while to bring her up to speed on all that ‘hoosuhmafudge’ (stuff).
I was now entering the 4th day of the trip (with 10 more days remaining, including travel time back to the Montana base, that I’d told my team of Wolves to expect). I prayed that Jade was still willing and interested in living life on the edge and off the grid with the rest of our kind, because I didn’t want to suffer life without her again, and because the cloning facility and related technologies weren’t operational yet. Plus, of course, we had history together –natural, compatible history- and that was a rare commodity that sometimes even rivaled the very best of my innovations.
Jade and I spent 3 more days taking walks together, going to the movies, and watching the breathtaking sunsets over the Pacific horizon from the roof of her apartment building. It reminded me so much of my little hilltop place in San Diego. I was finally sharing that epic coastal view and scented breeze with a girl I loved. Whenever she was at work, I spent my time in the decent weight room in the main office she’d found me in.
We made love (like “fucking”, only typically slower) every night. We were deeply in love –always had been; it was just now that we were finally able to show it.
When we finally did must the will-power to leave the bedroom, we ended up taking a long, steamy shower together (which we both, of course, needed after all that fucking into sore, sated oblivion) –and fucked in the shower.
Then we snuggled up on the couch, me in my briefs and her only in her panties, and watched a movie… and fucked on the couch, then the floor, and back on the couch one more time.
Jade then had the idea for us to try it sitting on the clothes drier. The steady vibrations did all the work for us as she held onto me in shivering lust, her cum virtually pouring out at the rumbling, tickling, numbing sensation resonating between and through us.
We went through an entire tube of lubricant that night. We were hooked.
Yes, eventually, we did tire and rest again, but it took all night to get to that point.
We woke up naked in her bed for the second time the next day. She was still clinging to me, her head tucked under my chin and one of her legs draped over me.
This time, we just kissed and talked for a few hours –not moving an inch, as both of us were starting to need more and more time to recover for the following, inevitable rounds.
She told me everything about her, and how life had been since she’d last seen me.
I told her that I’d ‘gotten back in touch’ with our mutual friends, and that they all said ‘hi’. She knew who I meant but I’m sure she had no idea what we’d been up to –the level at which we’d been operating again. I was gonna wait a little while to bring her up to speed on all that ‘hoosuhmafudge’ (stuff).
I was now entering the 4th day of the trip (with 10 more days remaining, including travel time back to the Montana base, that I’d told my team of Wolves to expect). I prayed that Jade was still willing and interested in living life on the edge and off the grid with the rest of our kind, because I didn’t want to suffer life without her again, and because the cloning facility and related technologies weren’t operational yet. Plus, of course, we had history together –natural, compatible history- and that was a rare commodity that sometimes even rivaled the very best of my innovations.
Jade and I spent 3 more days taking walks together, going to the movies, and watching the breathtaking sunsets over the Pacific horizon from the roof of her apartment building. It reminded me so much of my little hilltop place in San Diego. I was finally sharing that epic coastal view and scented breeze with a girl I loved. Whenever she was at work, I spent my time in the decent weight room in the main office she’d found me in.
We made love (like “fucking”, only typically slower) every night. We were deeply in love –always had been; it was just now that we were finally able to show it.
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On the morning of the 8th day, after we got back from our run around and through the city, I decided to ask the big question that had been in the back of my mind since day 1. As we walked into her apartment, I closed the door and she began to strip down in front of me, thinking nothing of it, of course, in part because it was me, and in part because she was unbelievably confident and secure in her form and ways.
“Jade?” I leaned back against the wall beside the front door, watching her as she slid off her sneakers and running short-shorts.
“Yeah, baby?” she paused and looked up at me, becoming serious as she sensed my internal conflict; my debate to decide if I should really ask her the question. One of her eyebrows slightly rose, “What? …”
“Jade…” I took a deep breath, “I need to bring you up to speed on something.” I walked over to her and we sat down on the couch. “You know how I said I’d gotten back in touch with our old friends?”
She raised her eyebrows, both this time, as if to say ‘Yeah… So??’
“I did more than just ‘get back in touch’ with them.” I looked back into her eyes. She was confused and waiting for clarification, probably wondering if I’d killed again, I almost laughed to my own dark humor and thought process.
She finally pried; “Do we need to go somewhere to talk?” Somewhere ‘safe’ (‘clean’; free of electronic listening devices and the ability to lip-read us) was implied in the way she asked that question.
I nodded. She understood and led me into her bathroom where she shut the door, turned on the sink, fan, and shower, and handed me a pencil and a sheet of notebook paper.
The sound was sufficient to block out our conversation if the place was bugged, and the paper was in case I needed to give her any more-specific information than could be conveyed with hand signs; information that I couldn’t risk her misinterpreting or forgetting.
I spoke with my mouth close to her ear as I covered the other one (which she could have done, but we preferred to have as much physical contact as possible, believing in the transfer of healing chi (energies) via the nature of touch therapy; it felt better and cheered people up more when others did things for them, especially when those things indicated comfortable intimacy). What would seem excessive to people outside our line of work and particular ‘circles’, was just normal, necessary, and basic to us, as we’d had an unusual amount of hostile encounters with even our own relatives ever since we were little children. We now took all the precautions to protect and hide our lives, locales, and likes which had worked in the past, and which were most likely to continue working well into our future.
Jade rested her soft, smaller hand atop the backside of my own; the one I was using to cover her far ear from the white-noise roars of her bathroom, letting me know she welcomed it there and wanted to feel me as much as she wanted to hear and understand me. She listened, interested and calm, still clearly being used to our way of life and the bullish, without-warning way in which I always chose to do things. This reassured me greatly, even before her vocalized acknowledgement or agreement came.
“I got them all together, Jade.”
The shower’s roar and the fan’s loud hum made it difficult for even us to hear what I was saying; a very good thing for this kind of conversation in this kind of a nation. It would take remote mind-reading technology to discern what it was we were discussing; still very expensive and prototypical technology unlikely to ever be used on people such as us, as only the Air Force had been developing it for the most elite of its own fighter pilots –and only then via direct contact from their own helmets.
“We formed a team.”
Her eyes went wide as she heard that last word.
“I want you to come see what we’ve set up… if you want to, that is.” I moved back to look at her eyes again.
What would scare most American girls away –any danger or challenge at all- only attracted and sated Jade more; one of the many reasons I kept fucking her. She mouthed out the word ‘where?’.
I leaned back in to hover my lips just outside her ear, my warm breath lightly blowing on them with each whispered word, “1,600 miles north-northeast… way out in the countryside.”
She thought about it for a moment, guessing at what we were up to over there, how she could get involved, and how long it would take us to travel there and see them all again. Putting her small, tender hands on my arms and looking me squarely in my eyes with an odd amount of innocence, she whispered back: “John… I‘ve just now gotten a decent life put together here. I’ve got a good job, a nice apartment, my bills are paid, and no one’s after me anymore. …And I found someone I truly love; you.”
I sensed something else was about to happen as I listened to her and looked far back into her deep, dark eyes.
She continued: “So if you think I’m willing to give all that up, just to risk everything in warfare again… you’re absolutely right.” Her poker face lit up with a smile as she raised her eyebrows to increase the shock and boldness.
I grabbed her in a tight hug and lifted her up off the bathroom floor. I had half-expected an answer to that effect, but was still thrilled to actually hear it. I kissed her powerfully no her lips as I let her slide back down my chest to where her toes could meet the tile floor, and she returned the kiss in all its power, making no effort to get off of me or find the floor again.
“I’d do anything to be with you, John.” She was deadly serious, looking directly into my eyes with a focus and loyalty I’d never seen on anyone before. I’d had many females tell similar, sweet lies to me before, and even use similar, semi-convincing looks and expressions before, but this went way beyond all that. She meant it –and was just waiting on me to call her out to prove it.
“-and then there’s that whole thing where I like to beat people up and gun down terrorists and shit,” she added. We both laughed, loving and understanding each other all the more.
“‘Decent’ sucks ass, my love. I want my wild life back again. How these ‘people’ here live isn’t life at all. Wherever you go and whatever you do, I want to be there doing it all with you. Let’s mobilize, killer.” There were few if any other comments spoken to me by a female which I could recall ever turning me on and firing me up as much as that one just had. Holy fucking shit. I pinned her and fucked her right there –HARD. She came all over my cock, her legs trembling and her knees giving out as my choking grip kept her standing, pressed and sandwiched between the dew-laden bathroom tile wall and my muscular front.
“There’s just one more thing,” I finally resumed our conversation in the bathroom, now very steamy from our rough, standing, choking sex and the still roaring shower.
“Hm?” she hummed in response, her eyes still closed as she savored the feeling of her pussy filled with our mixing cum, and the streams and trickles of it trailing and dripping down her quaking thighs.
“We’ll be there for about 8 to 10 months, so… you’d better take care of things at work and start packing.”
She raised one eyebrow, her eyes finally opening again, my hands still pinning her to the tile wall by her throat. Jade loved this kind of contact, and this kind of scheduling pressure, and it would never even occur to her to ask or touch me to free her from my grip and forcefulness. She was in her element like this, and let her hands and arms remain trustfully hanging at her brown, tanned, curvy sides. As I continued to choke her, she began working out a few more details in her head for how to make this all work, keegling in sync with my throbbing, now stationary cock still buried up in her.
“Fuck it,” she aggressively -in true Jade and Wolf nature- said. “This life was always boring and pointless anyway.” She looked back at me, returning her eyes from the corner of the room with her thoughts. “I’d rather spend this life with you no matter what the circumstances are.”
We kissed again, and she got right to the point. “So let’s start packing, then.”
I chuckled. “Gung-ho, crazy Navy.”
She winked at me, her hands still hanging at her sides so I could choke-fuck her all the more I wanted, “Damn straight.” She smiled again and kissed me.
On the morning of the 8th day, after we got back from our run around and through the city, I decided to ask the big question that had been in the back of my mind since day 1. As we walked into her apartment, I closed the door and she began to strip down in front of me, thinking nothing of it, of course, in part because it was me, and in part because she was unbelievably confident and secure in her form and ways.
“Jade?” I leaned back against the wall beside the front door, watching her as she slid off her sneakers and running short-shorts.
“Yeah, baby?” she paused and looked up at me, becoming serious as she sensed my internal conflict; my debate to decide if I should really ask her the question. One of her eyebrows slightly rose, “What? …”
“Jade…” I took a deep breath, “I need to bring you up to speed on something.” I walked over to her and we sat down on the couch. “You know how I said I’d gotten back in touch with our old friends?”
She raised her eyebrows, both this time, as if to say ‘Yeah… So??’
“I did more than just ‘get back in touch’ with them.” I looked back into her eyes. She was confused and waiting for clarification, probably wondering if I’d killed again, I almost laughed to my own dark humor and thought process.
She finally pried; “Do we need to go somewhere to talk?” Somewhere ‘safe’ (‘clean’; free of electronic listening devices and the ability to lip-read us) was implied in the way she asked that question.
I nodded. She understood and led me into her bathroom where she shut the door, turned on the sink, fan, and shower, and handed me a pencil and a sheet of notebook paper.
The sound was sufficient to block out our conversation if the place was bugged, and the paper was in case I needed to give her any more-specific information than could be conveyed with hand signs; information that I couldn’t risk her misinterpreting or forgetting.
I spoke with my mouth close to her ear as I covered the other one (which she could have done, but we preferred to have as much physical contact as possible, believing in the transfer of healing chi (energies) via the nature of touch therapy; it felt better and cheered people up more when others did things for them, especially when those things indicated comfortable intimacy). What would seem excessive to people outside our line of work and particular ‘circles’, was just normal, necessary, and basic to us, as we’d had an unusual amount of hostile encounters with even our own relatives ever since we were little children. We now took all the precautions to protect and hide our lives, locales, and likes which had worked in the past, and which were most likely to continue working well into our future.
Jade rested her soft, smaller hand atop the backside of my own; the one I was using to cover her far ear from the white-noise roars of her bathroom, letting me know she welcomed it there and wanted to feel me as much as she wanted to hear and understand me. She listened, interested and calm, still clearly being used to our way of life and the bullish, without-warning way in which I always chose to do things. This reassured me greatly, even before her vocalized acknowledgement or agreement came.
“I got them all together, Jade.”
The shower’s roar and the fan’s loud hum made it difficult for even us to hear what I was saying; a very good thing for this kind of conversation in this kind of a nation. It would take remote mind-reading technology to discern what it was we were discussing; still very expensive and prototypical technology unlikely to ever be used on people such as us, as only the Air Force had been developing it for the most elite of its own fighter pilots –and only then via direct contact from their own helmets.
“We formed a team.”
Her eyes went wide as she heard that last word.
“I want you to come see what we’ve set up… if you want to, that is.” I moved back to look at her eyes again.
What would scare most American girls away –any danger or challenge at all- only attracted and sated Jade more; one of the many reasons I kept fucking her. She mouthed out the word ‘where?’.
I leaned back in to hover my lips just outside her ear, my warm breath lightly blowing on them with each whispered word, “1,600 miles north-northeast… way out in the countryside.”
She thought about it for a moment, guessing at what we were up to over there, how she could get involved, and how long it would take us to travel there and see them all again. Putting her small, tender hands on my arms and looking me squarely in my eyes with an odd amount of innocence, she whispered back: “John… I‘ve just now gotten a decent life put together here. I’ve got a good job, a nice apartment, my bills are paid, and no one’s after me anymore. …And I found someone I truly love; you.”
I sensed something else was about to happen as I listened to her and looked far back into her deep, dark eyes.
She continued: “So if you think I’m willing to give all that up, just to risk everything in warfare again… you’re absolutely right.” Her poker face lit up with a smile as she raised her eyebrows to increase the shock and boldness.
I grabbed her in a tight hug and lifted her up off the bathroom floor. I had half-expected an answer to that effect, but was still thrilled to actually hear it. I kissed her powerfully no her lips as I let her slide back down my chest to where her toes could meet the tile floor, and she returned the kiss in all its power, making no effort to get off of me or find the floor again.
“I’d do anything to be with you, John.” She was deadly serious, looking directly into my eyes with a focus and loyalty I’d never seen on anyone before. I’d had many females tell similar, sweet lies to me before, and even use similar, semi-convincing looks and expressions before, but this went way beyond all that. She meant it –and was just waiting on me to call her out to prove it.
“-and then there’s that whole thing where I like to beat people up and gun down terrorists and shit,” she added. We both laughed, loving and understanding each other all the more.
“‘Decent’ sucks ass, my love. I want my wild life back again. How these ‘people’ here live isn’t life at all. Wherever you go and whatever you do, I want to be there doing it all with you. Let’s mobilize, killer.” There were few if any other comments spoken to me by a female which I could recall ever turning me on and firing me up as much as that one just had. Holy fucking shit. I pinned her and fucked her right there –HARD. She came all over my cock, her legs trembling and her knees giving out as my choking grip kept her standing, pressed and sandwiched between the dew-laden bathroom tile wall and my muscular front.
“There’s just one more thing,” I finally resumed our conversation in the bathroom, now very steamy from our rough, standing, choking sex and the still roaring shower.
“Hm?” she hummed in response, her eyes still closed as she savored the feeling of her pussy filled with our mixing cum, and the streams and trickles of it trailing and dripping down her quaking thighs.
“We’ll be there for about 8 to 10 months, so… you’d better take care of things at work and start packing.”
She raised one eyebrow, her eyes finally opening again, my hands still pinning her to the tile wall by her throat. Jade loved this kind of contact, and this kind of scheduling pressure, and it would never even occur to her to ask or touch me to free her from my grip and forcefulness. She was in her element like this, and let her hands and arms remain trustfully hanging at her brown, tanned, curvy sides. As I continued to choke her, she began working out a few more details in her head for how to make this all work, keegling in sync with my throbbing, now stationary cock still buried up in her.
“Fuck it,” she aggressively -in true Jade and Wolf nature- said. “This life was always boring and pointless anyway.” She looked back at me, returning her eyes from the corner of the room with her thoughts. “I’d rather spend this life with you no matter what the circumstances are.”
We kissed again, and she got right to the point. “So let’s start packing, then.”
I chuckled. “Gung-ho, crazy Navy.”
She winked at me, her hands still hanging at her sides so I could choke-fuck her all the more I wanted, “Damn straight.” She smiled again and kissed me.
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“Hey, Marty,” she smirked at his display as I stepped aside for them to hug, kiss, nuzzle, sniff, and lick each other; Wolves of our kind are never jealous.
“Where’ve you been this whole time? We’ve had some fun you missed out on,” he went on as they kept their chests resting gently against one another’s, their hands starting to explore each other’s bodies as they took all the right time to warm back up to each other.
“Just business. …What is all this?”
I spoke up to best answer that part; “This is our bunker; our base of operations; our home for the remaining eight to ten months.”
“I was wondering just what kind of a surprise you had me follow you 1,600 miles for,” she looked to me through her black-out shades, her hands hugging Marty’s butt as his own massaged her tits and then began to rub her groin and inner thighs; one of the final warming-back-up customs of our re-emerging culture. Her hips rolled her apex closer to Marty’s wrists to give him better access and encourage him to continue. She had warmed up far more easily than likely any of us had anticipated; another great sign. Her concentration was barely affected by their ongoing feelings; her spirit was very much wanting to be and learn right here, right now, with all of us.
“Trust me. Your journey and leap of faith were worth it.” I looked at Marty now, “Marty-“ I motioned for him to lead the way down to the bunker floor.
Dutifully, their full-bodied embrace and warm rubbings terminated, and he confidently marched back down from whence he’d come.
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“ ‘tention on deck!!” Marty blasted the command the moment he set foot on the concrete floor down there, stepping aside and snapping to attention against the wall like those he’d just ordered.
Jade followed me down. I knew she was fighting a smirk behind me.
There was a brief commotion as everyone dropped their magazines, field manuals, and stripped weapons to ‘lock it up’ along the walls of our latest and greatest home.
I set foot on the floor and stepped aside for Jade to enter and look around. She scanned the room through her shades without moving her head at all; she was back in stone-cold chick-SEAL mode. (Unfortunately, since she was a female, she’d never been allowed to become a SEAL, however… she’d been through enough fighting, hardship, and training to be considered one in some circles.)
“Rest,” I told them. Everyone ‘unlocked’ (went back to standing normally) and looked over to see who had followed me down into the room.
All of their faces lit up. “Jade!” They all came to shake her hand or hug her to welcome her back. So much for SEAL-mode. She’d get to make use of it later.
I gave her and the rest of them their time together to get reacquainted.
“Hey, Marty,” she smirked at his display as I stepped aside for them to hug, kiss, nuzzle, sniff, and lick each other; Wolves of our kind are never jealous.
“Where’ve you been this whole time? We’ve had some fun you missed out on,” he went on as they kept their chests resting gently against one another’s, their hands starting to explore each other’s bodies as they took all the right time to warm back up to each other.
“Just business. …What is all this?”
I spoke up to best answer that part; “This is our bunker; our base of operations; our home for the remaining eight to ten months.”
“I was wondering just what kind of a surprise you had me follow you 1,600 miles for,” she looked to me through her black-out shades, her hands hugging Marty’s butt as his own massaged her tits and then began to rub her groin and inner thighs; one of the final warming-back-up customs of our re-emerging culture. Her hips rolled her apex closer to Marty’s wrists to give him better access and encourage him to continue. She had warmed up far more easily than likely any of us had anticipated; another great sign. Her concentration was barely affected by their ongoing feelings; her spirit was very much wanting to be and learn right here, right now, with all of us.
“Trust me. Your journey and leap of faith were worth it.” I looked at Marty now, “Marty-“ I motioned for him to lead the way down to the bunker floor.
Dutifully, their full-bodied embrace and warm rubbings terminated, and he confidently marched back down from whence he’d come.
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“ ‘tention on deck!!” Marty blasted the command the moment he set foot on the concrete floor down there, stepping aside and snapping to attention against the wall like those he’d just ordered.
Jade followed me down. I knew she was fighting a smirk behind me.
There was a brief commotion as everyone dropped their magazines, field manuals, and stripped weapons to ‘lock it up’ along the walls of our latest and greatest home.
I set foot on the floor and stepped aside for Jade to enter and look around. She scanned the room through her shades without moving her head at all; she was back in stone-cold chick-SEAL mode. (Unfortunately, since she was a female, she’d never been allowed to become a SEAL, however… she’d been through enough fighting, hardship, and training to be considered one in some circles.)
“Rest,” I told them. Everyone ‘unlocked’ (went back to standing normally) and looked over to see who had followed me down into the room.
All of their faces lit up. “Jade!” They all came to shake her hand or hug her to welcome her back. So much for SEAL-mode. She’d get to make use of it later.
I gave her and the rest of them their time together to get reacquainted.
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Everyone grabbed their MREs and sat back-to-back in groups of 3. We’d taught them that because it allowed the unit to stay alert (aware of their surroundings and anyone approaching them) even during chow. If we were on a mission, there would be shifts; groups taking turns eating and patrolling the perimeter. In most other cases, however, we’d have to remain as close to 100% (in terms of alertness and the percentage of the team being operational).
Jade sat with me, Jim, and Troy, who was arguably the most gung-ho of the whole team.
Troy plopped down with his hot MRE, releasing the toxic hydrogen gas away from us. “Don’t worry about the run today, Jade.”
She looked up at him, still with a hint of shame and rage (at herself) in her eyes.
Troy continued: “We all had to work hard to get to that level, but the main thing is determination. You will get there soon enough.”
Jade just nodded and went back to her MRE remains. She was always quieter in groups; even when she got into a fist-fight, never said much.
Everyone finished quickly and cleaned up the clearing, putting the MREs into a trash-bag and tossing it in the bed of Nick’s pickup truck. We always dumped trash on supply runs to the cities. Business dumpsters in alleyways were a favorite drop-off.
“Wolf Platoon! Are you motivated?!” I boomed, hoping to show Jade a fun surprise.
Jade’s eyebrows raised, wondering what the Hell was happening.
Everyone else blasted back: “Motivated, motivated, down-right dedicated, oo, ah, I wanna kill someone!”
I smirked and stood up, Jim, Troy, and Jade following my lead.
Jim asked me “P-T time, sir?”
“You got it,” I grinned. It was always P-T (physical training; exercise) time, even when we’d just run a long way. That was how real-life and missions worked, so that was how we trained and what we got used to. That was what we made our daily, normal lives and lifestyles.
Jim turned to the others as Troy and Jade walked back over to their group. “On your faces!”
Everyone dropped to the leading-rest position.
“After me!” Jim barked. He dropped down to the same position to do the workout with and in front of them. “Begin!”
Everyone pushed-up in unison, backs straight, barking together as they did each repetition: “One, sir! Two, sir! Three, sir! …”
They worked up to 100 at a steady, manageable pace. Ellen and Ashley did every other one, making it to 50. Jade actually excelled, even after the run exhaustion, and made it to 70 amidst shaking arms and a few moments of the fear and doubt we’d all kept pushing through to finally defeat the shitty cattle-pin lives we’d all recently broken out of again. I saw those feelings in the looks in her eyes she always tried to hide, and recognized them so easily because I’d had and displayed them, too.
Next came partner sit-ups. Jim led the count and everyone knocked out 200; Marine Corps standard.
After that, pull-ups on tree branches around the perimeter. Jim led, and everyone knocked out 25. I knew Jade wouldn’t have any problems there; for a female, she was unbelievably good at upper body exercises, and one of the first things she and I had done when we’d met years ago was have a pull-up contest for fun.
4 more sets of 25 pull-ups later, Jade was the only female still hackin’ it. Impressive shit right there.
To wrap up our early-morning exercises, we all headed over to the small ranch house for showers. While enjoying standing in the warm, steamy enclosures, Ellen and Ashley got plugged and filled up by all the guys, no doubt getting their own orgasms several times over; very healthy chi-balancing that was for them all. After their heads (both kinds) were cleared, we followed the hygiene and free-love time with field manual study and weapons maintenance practice until 1200 hours; high noon.
Noontime meant lunch; more MREs this time, and soon after that: sparring; hand-to-hand combat. Everyone that knew martial arts took turns teaching the group a few moves, and then everyone observing and learning imitated those moves on their own before pairing up to practice on each other. As always, it was rough and painful –and difficult in full gear- but everyone knew their limits and when to ease up a bit. We also all fully understood and appreciated the value and criticality of training to beat the shit out of people you’d just had sex with, because, as we all know, most people go batshit fucking insane whenever sex is involved, so being comfortable beating and killing nutjobs who attempt to deceive victims into the sack just to fuck with them shortly thereafter… is a must-have skill-set. Every last one of us was fully capable and conditioned to effortlessly disable, knock out, or even kill anyone –even in the middle of an orgasm.
After sparring, which we counted as light cardio and a warm-up (unless we were doing full-on, 2-minute-long, boxing-ring style ass-kicking), the group set up Troy’s weight-set, bench-press and all, and took turns on it, doing every possible exercise with a minute or so of rest-time in between each set. By the time dinner came, we were ready to devour whatever was set in front of us, which was more MREs. Yum.
Everyone grabbed their MREs and sat back-to-back in groups of 3. We’d taught them that because it allowed the unit to stay alert (aware of their surroundings and anyone approaching them) even during chow. If we were on a mission, there would be shifts; groups taking turns eating and patrolling the perimeter. In most other cases, however, we’d have to remain as close to 100% (in terms of alertness and the percentage of the team being operational).
Jade sat with me, Jim, and Troy, who was arguably the most gung-ho of the whole team.
Troy plopped down with his hot MRE, releasing the toxic hydrogen gas away from us. “Don’t worry about the run today, Jade.”
She looked up at him, still with a hint of shame and rage (at herself) in her eyes.
Troy continued: “We all had to work hard to get to that level, but the main thing is determination. You will get there soon enough.”
Jade just nodded and went back to her MRE remains. She was always quieter in groups; even when she got into a fist-fight, never said much.
Everyone finished quickly and cleaned up the clearing, putting the MREs into a trash-bag and tossing it in the bed of Nick’s pickup truck. We always dumped trash on supply runs to the cities. Business dumpsters in alleyways were a favorite drop-off.
“Wolf Platoon! Are you motivated?!” I boomed, hoping to show Jade a fun surprise.
Jade’s eyebrows raised, wondering what the Hell was happening.
Everyone else blasted back: “Motivated, motivated, down-right dedicated, oo, ah, I wanna kill someone!”
I smirked and stood up, Jim, Troy, and Jade following my lead.
Jim asked me “P-T time, sir?”
“You got it,” I grinned. It was always P-T (physical training; exercise) time, even when we’d just run a long way. That was how real-life and missions worked, so that was how we trained and what we got used to. That was what we made our daily, normal lives and lifestyles.
Jim turned to the others as Troy and Jade walked back over to their group. “On your faces!”
Everyone dropped to the leading-rest position.
“After me!” Jim barked. He dropped down to the same position to do the workout with and in front of them. “Begin!”
Everyone pushed-up in unison, backs straight, barking together as they did each repetition: “One, sir! Two, sir! Three, sir! …”
They worked up to 100 at a steady, manageable pace. Ellen and Ashley did every other one, making it to 50. Jade actually excelled, even after the run exhaustion, and made it to 70 amidst shaking arms and a few moments of the fear and doubt we’d all kept pushing through to finally defeat the shitty cattle-pin lives we’d all recently broken out of again. I saw those feelings in the looks in her eyes she always tried to hide, and recognized them so easily because I’d had and displayed them, too.
Next came partner sit-ups. Jim led the count and everyone knocked out 200; Marine Corps standard.
After that, pull-ups on tree branches around the perimeter. Jim led, and everyone knocked out 25. I knew Jade wouldn’t have any problems there; for a female, she was unbelievably good at upper body exercises, and one of the first things she and I had done when we’d met years ago was have a pull-up contest for fun.
4 more sets of 25 pull-ups later, Jade was the only female still hackin’ it. Impressive shit right there.
To wrap up our early-morning exercises, we all headed over to the small ranch house for showers. While enjoying standing in the warm, steamy enclosures, Ellen and Ashley got plugged and filled up by all the guys, no doubt getting their own orgasms several times over; very healthy chi-balancing that was for them all. After their heads (both kinds) were cleared, we followed the hygiene and free-love time with field manual study and weapons maintenance practice until 1200 hours; high noon.
Noontime meant lunch; more MREs this time, and soon after that: sparring; hand-to-hand combat. Everyone that knew martial arts took turns teaching the group a few moves, and then everyone observing and learning imitated those moves on their own before pairing up to practice on each other. As always, it was rough and painful –and difficult in full gear- but everyone knew their limits and when to ease up a bit. We also all fully understood and appreciated the value and criticality of training to beat the shit out of people you’d just had sex with, because, as we all know, most people go batshit fucking insane whenever sex is involved, so being comfortable beating and killing nutjobs who attempt to deceive victims into the sack just to fuck with them shortly thereafter… is a must-have skill-set. Every last one of us was fully capable and conditioned to effortlessly disable, knock out, or even kill anyone –even in the middle of an orgasm.
After sparring, which we counted as light cardio and a warm-up (unless we were doing full-on, 2-minute-long, boxing-ring style ass-kicking), the group set up Troy’s weight-set, bench-press and all, and took turns on it, doing every possible exercise with a minute or so of rest-time in between each set. By the time dinner came, we were ready to devour whatever was set in front of us, which was more MREs. Yum.
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1800 hours: an armed march, then orienteering; land navigation. Using only a compass and a map of the area, the group had to find its way to a randomly selected point. We only did this ‘exercise’ (operation; semi-synonymous with actual gym-style exercises) about once per week. Other evenings, we conducted infantry tactics drills, sniper practice, bomb diffusing, ambush set-up, classes about household chemicals combinations for explosives, and night navigation.
2200 hours: everyone returned to our bunker-home, which was more and more reminding me of the Terminator saga and post-apocalyptic/zombie shows, and went down below. After a leisurely hour of a light supper and lounging around in pajamas and underwear, talking, reading, drawing, or making out, it was time to ‘bag’ (get into our sleeping bags or under our bed-sheets to sleep).
I walked to the first mounted lantern and put my finger on the power switch. “Time to bag, Wolves.” I addressed them by their mascot-species, same as the sports teams did.
There was some shuffling as everyone got situated for pitch-black darkness. Jade was already at ‘modified-attention’ (a prone version of the position of attention; lying down) on her bunk.
I flicked the switch to off, and the lantern’s glow blinked out.
Everyone else flicked the lanterns closest to their bunks off, too.
After a couple seconds, the bunker was black and quiet.
I flicked on my red light; a headband-mounted ‘lamp’ I was wearing like a necklace. I had fire-watch shift 1 tonight. I walked over to Jade and held the dull red light away from her eyes. “Jade,” I whispered, knowing she wasn’t asleep yet.
She turned her head, looking at me through the shades (sunglasses) she even wore like a sleeping-mask for bed.
“Let’s go topside for a minute.” I offered her my hand and she took it, sliding out of her bunk and setting foot on the concrete floor.
I grabbed my sleeping bag on the way up the stairwell.
The brilliant star-speckled night sky was breathtaking as we emerged from below. I wondered if this was how the Natives regarded it when they’d first come up out of the cave networks their ancient legends said they’d originated from.
I turned around to face Jade and caught her looking up in awe at it all; she was a city girl, and, like me, she hadn’t really ever seen the sky like this –or even known it could be so dotted, striking, and beautiful. It just wasn’t anything like this in the Californian cities she’d known.
1800 hours: an armed march, then orienteering; land navigation. Using only a compass and a map of the area, the group had to find its way to a randomly selected point. We only did this ‘exercise’ (operation; semi-synonymous with actual gym-style exercises) about once per week. Other evenings, we conducted infantry tactics drills, sniper practice, bomb diffusing, ambush set-up, classes about household chemicals combinations for explosives, and night navigation.
2200 hours: everyone returned to our bunker-home, which was more and more reminding me of the Terminator saga and post-apocalyptic/zombie shows, and went down below. After a leisurely hour of a light supper and lounging around in pajamas and underwear, talking, reading, drawing, or making out, it was time to ‘bag’ (get into our sleeping bags or under our bed-sheets to sleep).
I walked to the first mounted lantern and put my finger on the power switch. “Time to bag, Wolves.” I addressed them by their mascot-species, same as the sports teams did.
There was some shuffling as everyone got situated for pitch-black darkness. Jade was already at ‘modified-attention’ (a prone version of the position of attention; lying down) on her bunk.
I flicked the switch to off, and the lantern’s glow blinked out.
Everyone else flicked the lanterns closest to their bunks off, too.
After a couple seconds, the bunker was black and quiet.
I flicked on my red light; a headband-mounted ‘lamp’ I was wearing like a necklace. I had fire-watch shift 1 tonight. I walked over to Jade and held the dull red light away from her eyes. “Jade,” I whispered, knowing she wasn’t asleep yet.
She turned her head, looking at me through the shades (sunglasses) she even wore like a sleeping-mask for bed.
“Let’s go topside for a minute.” I offered her my hand and she took it, sliding out of her bunk and setting foot on the concrete floor.
I grabbed my sleeping bag on the way up the stairwell.
The brilliant star-speckled night sky was breathtaking as we emerged from below. I wondered if this was how the Natives regarded it when they’d first come up out of the cave networks their ancient legends said they’d originated from.
I turned around to face Jade and caught her looking up in awe at it all; she was a city girl, and, like me, she hadn’t really ever seen the sky like this –or even known it could be so dotted, striking, and beautiful. It just wasn’t anything like this in the Californian cities she’d known.
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“Welcome to our new world,” I continued to whisper as her gaze on the Heavens came back down to my eyes.
She slid off her shades, needing to take in this amazing new upgrade of the night sky in bigger, unhindered, unfiltered visual gulps.
“I’ve never seen the night sky like this.”
I just smiled. “Beautiful… isn’t it.”
She nodded, still looking up and out at it all.
“How was your first day in training?”
“Ugh. Exhausting. I can’t feel my legs very much, my feet are covered in popped blisters, my arms are bruised, and my hips and shoulders are sore as hell… I loved it.”
We both smirked.
“I knew you were serious about becoming a SEAL. Figured you’d enjoy the challenge here. …You know… tomorrow’s gonna be worse,” I tested her.
“Bring it on.”
I smiled. “God, I love you.”
She cracked a smile, still nervous about saying those words –due to how the Outlanders always fucked them up and misused them, but honored me by lowering her guard again, “I love you, too.”
We both took a step closer, embraced, and shared the most passionate French kiss under the most amazing night sky. It was too romantic for words.
After losing all sense of time, our lips at last slowly, reluctantly, tenderly parted. She rested her head on my shoulder as we stood there holding each other.
“Thought you might want to sleep up here tonight.” I pointed to the sleeping bag near the bunker’s entrance hatch.
“Why up here?” she asked, still snuggling into our standing hug.
“I didn’t know if you felt comfortable sleeping together in front of 14 other people.”
She almost giggled, nuzzling the side of her face more into my chest, breathing in my scent there and exhaling through a smile as she gently squeezed me closer to her. “Only reason I would want to sleep up here is the stars.” She didn’t care who saw her; ever the wild and free spirit, Jade was.
I could tell she was looking up at them –the billions of stars- again, her head then moving to rest its side near my shoulder.
“Welcome to our new world,” I continued to whisper as her gaze on the Heavens came back down to my eyes.
She slid off her shades, needing to take in this amazing new upgrade of the night sky in bigger, unhindered, unfiltered visual gulps.
“I’ve never seen the night sky like this.”
I just smiled. “Beautiful… isn’t it.”
She nodded, still looking up and out at it all.
“How was your first day in training?”
“Ugh. Exhausting. I can’t feel my legs very much, my feet are covered in popped blisters, my arms are bruised, and my hips and shoulders are sore as hell… I loved it.”
We both smirked.
“I knew you were serious about becoming a SEAL. Figured you’d enjoy the challenge here. …You know… tomorrow’s gonna be worse,” I tested her.
“Bring it on.”
I smiled. “God, I love you.”
She cracked a smile, still nervous about saying those words –due to how the Outlanders always fucked them up and misused them, but honored me by lowering her guard again, “I love you, too.”
We both took a step closer, embraced, and shared the most passionate French kiss under the most amazing night sky. It was too romantic for words.
After losing all sense of time, our lips at last slowly, reluctantly, tenderly parted. She rested her head on my shoulder as we stood there holding each other.
“Thought you might want to sleep up here tonight.” I pointed to the sleeping bag near the bunker’s entrance hatch.
“Why up here?” she asked, still snuggling into our standing hug.
“I didn’t know if you felt comfortable sleeping together in front of 14 other people.”
She almost giggled, nuzzling the side of her face more into my chest, breathing in my scent there and exhaling through a smile as she gently squeezed me closer to her. “Only reason I would want to sleep up here is the stars.” She didn’t care who saw her; ever the wild and free spirit, Jade was.
I could tell she was looking up at them –the billions of stars- again, her head then moving to rest its side near my shoulder.
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“As you wish.” I whispered those three simple, loving words to her that I’d said so many times before in place of ‘I love you.’ She knew what I really meant now and kissed me on the cheek.
We fell asleep that night topside, under a blanket of twinkling stars in the deep blue-black glow of the night sky. My sleeping bag kept us warm by the stairwell doors, and a bug-repelling candle kept us bite-free. Our clothes were tucked into the sleeping bag at our feet. We had made slow, relaxed, relaxing love out there until she had no strength left to ride and grind on me, and had leaned down to fall asleep on my chest, our cum still filling her pussy and slowly trickling back out of her. Her warm, soft breasts pressed to my chest comforted me the whole night through. This was Heaven. What we fell asleep looking up on was just Heaven’s pretty and fitting garnish.
We woke up early –just before ‘zero-five’, my stiff cock still up inside her tight, warm, wet pussy. I hugged her and caressed her butt and thighs, my cock growing once again inside her, until she was fully awake and stretching all her parts out with a huge, uncontrollable smile on her face. After a long ‘goodmorning kiss’ with her long, dark, flowing hair all around my face, she rocked and undulated on me, faintly moaning and whimpering until she made me cum inside her again, then let herself get off (cum), and slid off of me, my dick sliding out from inside her. We looked into each other’s eyes for the longest time.
I heard, very faintly, the alarm clock go off briefly down in the bunker. We both laughed a bit.
“I’m glad I came out here with you,” Jade smiled, snuggling up to and all around me again.
I raised an eyebrow, making the double entendre she had made me think of very apparent, and she blushed, nudging me in play.
“Okay; I’m glad I came out here with you, too.” We laughed again.
“Let’s go get ready,” I smiled, my mind quickly getting back to the priorities at hand.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a corny tone, flirting with me in her argumentative, combative way.
We got out of my sleeping bag and she slipped into her panties and white halter-top. I pulled up my briefs, grabbed the sleeping bag, and led her back downstairs.
“As you wish.” I whispered those three simple, loving words to her that I’d said so many times before in place of ‘I love you.’ She knew what I really meant now and kissed me on the cheek.
We fell asleep that night topside, under a blanket of twinkling stars in the deep blue-black glow of the night sky. My sleeping bag kept us warm by the stairwell doors, and a bug-repelling candle kept us bite-free. Our clothes were tucked into the sleeping bag at our feet. We had made slow, relaxed, relaxing love out there until she had no strength left to ride and grind on me, and had leaned down to fall asleep on my chest, our cum still filling her pussy and slowly trickling back out of her. Her warm, soft breasts pressed to my chest comforted me the whole night through. This was Heaven. What we fell asleep looking up on was just Heaven’s pretty and fitting garnish.
We woke up early –just before ‘zero-five’, my stiff cock still up inside her tight, warm, wet pussy. I hugged her and caressed her butt and thighs, my cock growing once again inside her, until she was fully awake and stretching all her parts out with a huge, uncontrollable smile on her face. After a long ‘goodmorning kiss’ with her long, dark, flowing hair all around my face, she rocked and undulated on me, faintly moaning and whimpering until she made me cum inside her again, then let herself get off (cum), and slid off of me, my dick sliding out from inside her. We looked into each other’s eyes for the longest time.
I heard, very faintly, the alarm clock go off briefly down in the bunker. We both laughed a bit.
“I’m glad I came out here with you,” Jade smiled, snuggling up to and all around me again.
I raised an eyebrow, making the double entendre she had made me think of very apparent, and she blushed, nudging me in play.
“Okay; I’m glad I came out here with you, too.” We laughed again.
“Let’s go get ready,” I smiled, my mind quickly getting back to the priorities at hand.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a corny tone, flirting with me in her argumentative, combative way.
We got out of my sleeping bag and she slipped into her panties and white halter-top. I pulled up my briefs, grabbed the sleeping bag, and led her back downstairs.
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Much to our surprise, we met a welcome party when we got back down the stairwell. There was lots of clapping, whistling, ‘oooo!’-ing and mutual laughing and merriment. Jade blushed –obviously, this time. “Oh my god.”
I just laughed, enjoying the attention from a great crew. “Don’t worry about it. They all do it and get it, too. They’re just fuckin’ with you.”
She gave me a half-evil, half-flirty and amused, sideways glance.
I looked back at the others who were standing in front of the bunks. “Allllright. Get your gear on.”
They dispersed as Danny gave us a thumbs-up and a very cheesy smile. “Way to go, boss!”
Jade rolled her eyes and slid her concealing shades back on.
Well, it took a month, but after 30 grueling, successive days, I managed to get Jade up to speed with the rest of the platoon. We’d been running and hitting the weight set separately the whole time, gradually building her up to the guys’ level. Her unshakable determination paid off, and on the 31st day, she completed her first 10-mile run in full gear. Everyone congratulated her on a great effort and job.
We drove into the city to celebrate that night.
The wolves were now 16 strong.
It was time for Alpha Tango, Part 4.
Much to our surprise, we met a welcome party when we got back down the stairwell. There was lots of clapping, whistling, ‘oooo!’-ing and mutual laughing and merriment. Jade blushed –obviously, this time. “Oh my god.”
I just laughed, enjoying the attention from a great crew. “Don’t worry about it. They all do it and get it, too. They’re just fuckin’ with you.”
She gave me a half-evil, half-flirty and amused, sideways glance.
I looked back at the others who were standing in front of the bunks. “Allllright. Get your gear on.”
They dispersed as Danny gave us a thumbs-up and a very cheesy smile. “Way to go, boss!”
Jade rolled her eyes and slid her concealing shades back on.
Well, it took a month, but after 30 grueling, successive days, I managed to get Jade up to speed with the rest of the platoon. We’d been running and hitting the weight set separately the whole time, gradually building her up to the guys’ level. Her unshakable determination paid off, and on the 31st day, she completed her first 10-mile run in full gear. Everyone congratulated her on a great effort and job.
We drove into the city to celebrate that night.
The wolves were now 16 strong.
It was time for Alpha Tango, Part 4.
