This is the first story I have ever attempted to write. I'm fairly well educated, and am pretty imaginative when I'm half asleep in my huge bed. My entire life I have wanted to be a Special Forces soldier in the military (either Recon or Green Berets), and like to fantasize about rescuing beautiful women from dire situations :D. If you would like to comment, please do - negative or positive. I've been reading on Literotica for more than 7 years now, and finally figured I'd give it a whirl...
The story is fairly long with plenty of background (character development, I hope) because if ya'll like it, then I hope to make it into a series of stories. This first one will be light on the erotica, but will set up the other stories.
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Another fat bead of sweat is rolling down my forehead. This damn heat is really starting to make me wish I hadn't decided to stay these extra three months out here.
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My name is Meagan Gerano, and I am what my parents always wanted me to be as I grew up a little girl in Laredo, Texas - an accomplished orthopaedic surgeon. No expense was spared to put me through the best university and medical school the United States had to offer. Undergraduate work in mechanical engineering at Duke University readied me for the hellish four years of medical school at Harvard. Too bad for my parents I had other plans than working eighty hour weeks and spending my rare free time at their damn country club around their stuck-up professional friends. You see, ever since I was the little girl growing up in Laredo, I wanted to travel to far-flung corners of the world - seeing everything and doing everything. I always wanted to see what the world had to offer; to see it, taste it, feel it, live it. I grew up an adrenaline junkie, doing everything I could to push my life to the limits. I was young and invincible...nothing was beyond my reach. I dove on ship wrecks in the Bahamas, carved up some backcountry slopes in Tahoe, BASE jumped from El Capitan out in Yosemite, and endangered my life in every way my parents hated. Oh, and the boys...there never were enough MEN to satisfy my hunger as I was growing up. Not to say that I was a slut - far from it. Most of the time, I did not have the time or the desire to devote to a guy. Not that many of them lived up to my demands.
Coming from a well-to-do and educated family, I had a command on life that was only enhanced by the time I spent with my uncle. Ben was my father's brother - and his antithesis. While my father, the older of the two, grew up as the straight laced southern gentleman of the romance novels, his brother Ben was the wild, party-child that made his mother roll her eyes just about every day.
Ben was two years younger than my father, but was more intelligent, more athletic, more charming, more of everything that a woman could want in a man. He was my role model in life, everything that I ever wanted to be. In fact, I even wanted him when I was about thirteen or fourteen, but that was a foolish child's admiration for such an amazing man. He had been in the military after college, but quickly developed a reputation for partying too hard and disobeying all the "unspoken rules". Wild trips to strip clubs, small but inventive pranks on commanding officers, stealing the army humvees at night for a little rowdiness - nothing was out of Ben's reach. Lucky for Ben, he was charming and persuasive enough to get others to go along so he never took the full heat of his officers. The problem with Ben was that being enlisted was not the adventure he had planned, hoped, and wished for during college. He joined the army halfway through an escalating war in Africa, but ended up as a desk jockie after the military found out how intelligent he was. Army Intelligence does not quite live up to its moniker... So, he passed his time by generally pissing off "The Man" (as he so fondly calls any person of authority), until he was called for Special Forces Selection. Special Forces is the cream of the crop of the military, and the Army only takes men who have gone through Ranger School and Jump School into Selection for Green Berets. Ben was just the type of man that Special Forces seek out...tough, intelligent, creative men that work well in a small tactical team and will do anything to help their country. While Ben did some amazing things in Special Forces, his story is long and complicated, most of which he tells only after about half a fifth of tequila. I only bring him up to explain how I came to be in Nigeria during one of the most brutal civil wars that ever rocked the continent of Africa.
