It’ll Never Happen

Authors note:

This is not the last chapter, but, as many of you who write know, sometimes it's best to switch gears and write something else, just to not get burned out. I believe I did my best to leave it in a place that can be left alone for a bit. I'm not sure how long that bit will be, hopefully only for a chapter or two of my other story that's soon to come out.

Please feel free to leave any and all feedback, and also drop some suggestions as to what should be next for James and Ally.

As always, I apologize for any grammar errors, as they are my own and nobody else's. I base this story off events that happened in my own life, so if you dislike something James did or does, then I'm to blame, since he's more or less me. Thank you all for reading this far, and stay tuned for my next story, also in the romance category.

Chapter 6

"Private, get your ass over here!"

"Yes Drill Sergeant!"

James and his battle buddy range walked from the firing line over to the drill sergeant, who was yelling, but didn't seem mad.

Since he got there, the drill sergeants all seemed to take a liking to James. Now, for someone who has served, and there's a few reading this that I know of, you know damn well just because a drill sergeant takes a liking to you, it doesn't make your time there any less shitty, hell, it probably makes it worse.

They usually get a load of privates from all walks of life, with no respect for anyone, who think they're the top of the world, but they all learn real quick that that isn't the case. Every now and again you get a kid who was raised right, who's got manners, who's good at what they do and is humble about it. That was James this cycle.

When James got to the drill sergeant he snapped to attention then right to parade rest, exactly as he'd been taught.

"Private Lakes..." the drill sergeant began.

90% of his platoon was from the south, and out of the few that weren't, he was the only one from Michigan, so they all started calling him lakes since all the Great Lakes.

"Where'd you learn to shoot?"

"Been shooting since I was a kid Drill Sergeant."

"You shoot like an idiot."

"Yes Drill Sergeant." James replied, not sure where this was going.

It was true, he did shoot like an idiot. It didn't mean he couldn't shoot the pube hair off a field mouse with a .22 at 50 yards, he just looked weird doing it.

"Did you not pay attention to anything we've taught you?"

"I have drill sergeant."

"Then why do you still shoot like that?"

"I can't help it drill sergeant. I miss if I shoot any other way drill sergeant."

The way James shot, well, let's just say it wasn't the "army way," meaning his form was all sorts of fucked up. In the prone, he'd have his right leg bent at a ninty degree on the ground, left leg kicked way out but still straight, and flat on the ground, and he'd be laying about 45 degrees off his target, with his weapon angled across his body towards the target. But damn if he didn't hit what he was aiming at.

"But," the drill sergeant began, "you hit what you're aiming at. Tell you what. If you get forty out of forty on your rifle qual, I'll do a hundred pushups in front of the whole company, and I'll give you a pinch of dip. You don't get forty, then you gotta do 100 push-ups in front of the company AND pull a 3 hour fire guard shift every night for a week. We got a deal?"

"Deal." James said and shook the drill sergeants hand.

He didn't even need a moment to think about it. Win or lose, 100 push ups was easy, and a 3 hour fire guard isn't all that bad. Plus, if he won, he got a dip. Well worth it in his eyes.

What James didn't know is that the drill sergeants from each platoon had a bet on which one of their soldiers would get the company top shot, and James' drill sergeant had bet on him for second platoon.

**

"Shooters, take up a good prone firing position!"

Everyone on the line got down.

"Insert your first 20 round magazine!"

They did.

"Change your weapon status from amber to red."

Everyone chambered a round.

"Move your selector switch from safe to semi and watch your lane."

As soon as the first target popped up, a chorus of rifles sounded off. Some targets fell on some lanes, while they stood tall on others, signaling a missed shot.

James' first target fell. As did his second, third, fourth, and thirtieth. The last 10 shots were from the kneeling position. The one everyone seemed to struggle with, but James never seemed to have a problem with it.

Unbeknownst to James, the selected shooter from each of the other three platoons had already dropped a shot, so all the drill sergeants were crowded around him, since he was the make or break for the bets.

It wasn't quiet. They may have violated range safety judging by how close they were to him. They wanted him to fail. All but his drill sergeant anyways.

He noticed them all flocking over somewhere in the middle of his prone unsupported stint, and when he got off his stomach to take a kneeling position he noticed them all in his pit. Really, really close to him. He wasn't going to let that phase him.

"Shooters, take up a good kneeling firing position."

"Load your last 10 round magazine."

"Change your weapon status from amber to red."

"Move your selector from safe to semi and watch your lanes."

This was it. 10 more targets. That's all he had left. He just had to focus, and hit those targets. That and ignore the screaming drill sergeants in his ear.

It didn't bother James. Not at all. He just took a deep breath and took aim. First target down. Second. Third. It all seemed too easy to him. Fourth. Fifth. Just five more to go. Not a problem. Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. He had it in the bag. The last two targets were the easiest of them all. Ninth. Last one.

"Too easy Drill Sergeant!" James said after knocking down the last target.

"Well, you surprised me Lakes. Didn't think you had it in you."

**

Ally laid on her bed. It was three in the morning but she couldn't sleep. She'd been having troubles with it recently. Not knowing what James was doing, if he was ok, was killing her. She wondered if he missed her as much as she missed him.

Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through all the photos of them. Not only the ones since they've been together, but even the ones from the last few years. Ever since she started crushing on him, she started making sure she took way too many pictures so she had something to look at.

She's been writing him every day. Sometimes more than once. She knew he must have been catching hell from the other soldiers and drill sergeants, but she didn't care. She didn't care because he told her not to care. He'd gladly do all the pushups in the world to hear from her.

Ally knew she had to get some sleep. She had a big day ahead of her. She was interviewing for a summer job, something to keep her occupied while Jake was gone and earn her some spending money for college in the fall.

Before the interview she was going to swing by the Walgreens and get some of those photons developed so she could send them to her James. She knew he'd love them. Somewhere, hidden inside the stack of photos, would be a couple other photos, ones that she had to hide since she knew he wouldn't be allowed to keep them.

It got her wet just thinking about those photos. She's never taken a nude before. Not even when James was home and had his phone. To actually get them developed and send them to him was a whole new ballgame. She was a little nervous, but somehow that turned her on all the more.

Without even realizing it, she started to slide her hand down her stomach. When she reached the top of her panties, she reached under the fabric and delved her fingers deep inside her with one motion, letting out a low moan as she did so.

Realizing what she was doing, she set her phone down and closed her eyes, intent on enjoying this. She started slowly working her fingers in and out of her, pulling out briefly to circle her sensitive clit multiple times, only to dive back in.

After a few minutes passed she started to increase her speed and intensity. She was openly moaning now. Bucking her hips to meet her thrusts. Good thing her parent's and sister's room was on the other side of the house. The only noises were those of her moans and the sloshing sound of her musky juices coating her fingers.

She wonder if James ever got the chance to get himself off while he was there. She imagined him, in the dark of night, slipping off to the bathroom to stealthily get himself off thinking of her body.

That thought spurred her on more. She increased her tempo even more so. At this point she was mercilessly finger fucking herself. Scraping her g spot with the pads of her three fingers, using her thumb to keep constant pressure on her clit.

Before long she could feel her orgasm building deep inside her. She kept going. Thrust after thrust. It kept building and building. She imagined James, stroking his cock, thinking about her. Running his hands over her body. His lips on hers.

"OH FUCK JAMES!" She all but yelled as she was flooded in the throes of her orgasm.

She kept going. Not content on just riding it out. She wanted more. Before her first orgasm could subside, another, larger one took control of her body and she let everything go.

"OH FUCK JAMES! I'M CUMMING FOR YOU! CUM FOR ME!"

**

After getting the photos developed, and a knowing look from the lady behind the counter, Ally got back in James truck and headed to the interview. She'd been driving his truck around since he'd been gone because it reminded her of him, and how much she missed him. When she was driving it, she felt like a part of him was still there with her, and while it wasn't much, it was comforting nonetheless.

After a few minutes of driving, she pulled into Mr. Morgan's driveway. He was a dairy farmer on the outside of town, and was always looking for help from students in the summer, when business was at a high.

Church groups came by for tours, letting the kids milk the cows and all that, he hosted some wedding receptions in the back field since it was never used, and all grown up with grass, and it offered a beautiful view of the lake that sat about a quarter mile beyond it since it sat high up on a hill.

Thinking of that field made her smile. There had been a few nights she and James had driven into the field and laid in the bed of his truck looking up at the stars.

Hopping down from the tall truck she was greeted by Mr. Morgan, since he'd heard the truck half a mile away and came out to see James, since he didn't know he was off at basic training.

"Ally!" He called out when he saw her jump out. It was a small town and everyone seemed to know everyone one way or another.

"Mr. Morgan! How have ya been? It's been a minute hey?"

"Too long Ally. Too long. I knew you were coming by, Martha told me. I've gotta say I was happy to hear your name come up."

"I'm happy to be here. Thanks for giving me a chance. James is always saying how good it is to work out here."

"Not a problem Ally. Speaking of James, where the hell is he? I haven't seen him in a dogs age it seems. I heard the truck and thought he was coming up to see me."

"I thought you'd have heard. He joined the Army right before graduation and shipped right after. I've been driving his truck around since then. Reminds me of him."

"He did did he? Good for him. I loved my time in the Army. Well all of it except for Nam. That wasn't too fun. But hell, I'd do it again if I was younger and had the chance. Guess I'll get to have a beer with him at the VFW when he gets back."

James had helped out on Mr. Morgan's farm quite frequently through high school. James was always the one he called when a tractor went down and it needed some work. He did other things too to help out, but it was mainly tractor work. A good tractor mechanic is hard to come by and often expensive. James did the work for a fraction of a price so long as he was allowed to rip up the field across the street when it rained, and got a few steaks when they put down a cow. Not only did they have dairy cows but they had a small herd of beef cattle.

"Well. This interview is more of a formality. Just gotta ask a few questions about when you're available and any health risks there could be. I know you so I'm not worried about anything else really. If James vouches for you, then that's good by me."

"He vouched for me? I didn't even really mention wanting to work here."

"In a way he did. He was always talking about you and how you weren't scared to roll up your sleeves and how much you've helped him out over the years."

"Yea, workin hards never been an issue to me. I've always helped James and his family out come harvest time."

Just then she heard a loud engine coming barreling down the road towards the farm. Since the farm sat at the end of a dead end road, and there wasn't another turn or drive for a few miles, she knew they must be coming here.

"Ah, that must be Donny. He's been helping me out recently, and now that I know why James is gone it makes a lot more sense." The old man said with a chuckle.

At 72, he held an imposing figure, standing just shy of 6 foot 3, and probably 220 pounds, much less of it consisting of muscle since years have started to catch up to him, but he still had a good bit of it. He may have been in his seventies, but he didn't look or move like he was a day over 50.

Donny pulled up behind James' truck and hopped out, half expecting to see his buddy, but he knew it couldn't be. He walked around the truck and came up to Ally.

"Shoulda known it was you drivin that big ole thing around." Donny said with a grin.

"Hell, it's just more fun to drive than my car. Can't blame me."

"Not at all."

Turning to Mr. Morgan, Donny asked the old man what was on the docket for the day, and once he got the instructions, he was back in his truck and back out on the road, heading into town for the supplies Mr. Morgan needed.

"Why don't you follow me Ally." He said after Donny was out of the drive.

Following the old man, she came up to the main barn that housed the dairy cows. It wasn't a massive dairy farm, as he just sold locally to the markets and such, but it definitely wasn't small. Ally could see why he needed help at his age.

Each cow had a stall, and each wall of the barn held 23 stalls. It was a tidy operation, no doubt, and Ally was happy to be able to help out. She loved animals, so getting to work around them all day was definitely something she was going to enjoy, especially since she knew the boss real well, and she knew he was very flexible on hours. There wasn't a schedule, it was just 'this is what needs done, get it done, and get outta here,' as Mr. Morgan put it while explaining her job to her. She was definitely looking forward to starting tomorrow.

**

It was almost time for graduation. Everyone was excited. You could feel it. The drill sergeants were being "nicer." Nicer was a loose term, but anyone who has served understands.

The letters from Ally had become less frequent in the recent week or two, but he wasn't worried. He knew she just started her new job. At the beginning, she was writing him every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Now, it was just once a day, and occasionally she would miss a day of work went long and she didn't have time to write.

James' family, Ally's family, and a few of his buddies were flying down to see his graduation, since basic graduation was more special than AIT. He didn't know they were coming. All he knew was that his parents were coming down to see him.

Four days and a wake up. That's all that was left. The rest of what they had left to do was more of the boring stuff. Clean weapons, get dress blues all set up, clean the barracks, turn in gear, that sort of thing. For the soldiers, it was like heaven. After hard training for weeks and weeks, minimal sleep, the rest was welcomed with open arms.

They were in the barracks. It was after dinner chow, mail and night night bars had already been handed out. James was sitting on the floor next to his bunk, since you weren't allowed on the bunk until lights out, reading his mail, and laughing with the rest of the guys about some of the things the others loved ones wrote about. Anything from cute stories of their kids or pets to mishaps of their friends. It was times like these that life seemed a little more normal.

Finally graduation day approached. The day before was family day, but nobody from James' family could make it down that day, since his parents and Ally had to work. Mr. Morgan would have given her the day off, but she thought there would be no point since the rest of the crew wasn't going down until that night after James' mom got off work.

It was 03:00 in the morning, and everyone was up and at it, packing the rest of their meager belongings into duffle bags and making sure their ASUs (dress uniforms) were all squared away. Nothing was out of place. They were proud. The drill sergeants made sure of that.

Graduation went off smooth. They were done, pictures taken with all their buddies, and changed back into the OCPs (normal camp uniform) by noon. At that point they were released on pass until 19:00 hours to go spend time with their family. After that they would return back to the unit to finish their out processing, get some sleep, and be released the next morning.

Most soldiers had 24 hours to report to their AIT (job training) posts, leaving them just enough time to get there on the bus the army paid for. James, however, had 72 hours as his AIT post didn't have a new cycle starting until then, and he didn't have to report until the night before.

He spent the day with his friends and family, hugging and catching up on what had happened in the last 10 weeks, all knowing he'd have to leave again in a couple days. They went out for a nice dinner at a steak house right off post, and James was finally able to put civilian clothes on after all this time. It felt like heaven to be back in his best up boots and old blue jeans.

At the time they booked the rooms, his family didn't know he had two days to stay, so when they extended the reservations, they couldn't get another room. That wasn't a huge deal, however, since at this point the families figured they could put James and Ally in the same room for a few days. After all they hadn't gotten to see each other in what seemed like forever.

After he got released from his basic training unit, James felt free. He couldn't explain why, because he was never bothered by the intensity of training, but being able to do something without asking a man wearing a big round hat for permission was a big step towards freedom.

"So, what do you want to do on your leave?" His dad asked him when they all made it back to the hotel.

"Eh, not sure. Probably relax for a bit. Maybe eat some good food and sit in the hot tub?"

"Ooooooo hot tub!" Ally shrieked when he said that.

"Ding ding ding I guess we have a winner." James' mom laughed. "What are ya thinkin for food?"

"Call me crazy, but McDonalds sounds amazing."

"Oooo McDonalds!" Said Ally's little sister. "Does this mean chicken nuggies?"

"Of course it does Peanut." James said with a laugh.

They decided instead of everyone going just the dads would go pick up the huge order and give everyone a chance to relax a bit, especially James. When they left James made his way up to the room so he could take a shower.

He stood under the water for what seemed like an hour. Sure he got showers there, and they had hot water, but there's something to be said for standing under it for a long time just soaking up the relaxation.

When he finally got out of the shower he dried off, looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. He was bald as can be, and clean shaven as can be. He looked like a child he thought. James wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into the room to throw on some clothes. When he opened the door into the room, he stopped dead in his tracks.