Necessity may be the mother of invention, but Frustration is a real mother, period. It was almost midnight and I sat there in the Dallas club in Pusan, Korea clutching what was to be my last beer of the evening. In front of me was the beautiful Jin, looking at me cheerfully with those intoxicating almond eyes.
Her jet-black hair was perfectly styled, as always. Carefully curled and sprayed ringlets made of the most touchable hair fell just to her shoulders and framed her pretty Asian face. She always dressed like she was going to the symphony.
She had slender legs that were long for he small stature. That night, like most nights they were covered in black opaque stockings and when she sat and crossed them it was unbelievably sexy. Her dress had slits that showed off just enough of those small, pretty thighs to keep a boy like me turned on all night. It was form fitting at the waist, showing off her small but shapely hips and the front was covered completely, leading to a choker on her delicate neck. The back was totally open, revealing her sleek feminine curves. The dress was black too, of course. She almost always wore all black. It was one of the things that attracted me to her.
Oh yes. Jin really made my blood pressure go up. She also frustrated the hell out of me. She made it a point to find me in the club whenever I was there. She would walk up behind me at the bar, put her hands on my shoulder and whisper hello in my ear in that quiet voice, letting that pretty hair touch my neck. She always sat close, just touching my legs with hers and making it a point to show them off. She asked about my tattoos and I learned that she was a college student.
She liked to have conversations so she could practice for her English class. All the while she would buy me beer. We would talk and I would drink and eventually I would get drunk and she would walk me back to post, kiss me on the cheek and I would wake up the next morning in my bed alone. The next time I was in the bar, she would magically find me, and the whole thing would begin again. I often wondered what she told the other girls in her class about me.
This had gone on for about five days and I wanted to touch Jin so bad it was killing me. I wanted to slip the stockings off those legs, and lick every inch of them. At home in my drunken stupor, I would fantasize. What did Jin taste like? How would her petite thighs feel around my waist, or my neck? How would she sound when she called out my name? I could see myself stripping off her black dress and making love to her, slowly and gently on my bed. Then I would pass out.
This night would be different. I swore it to myself. My balls were throbbing and I couldn’t keep from getting hard at the most inopportune times. Captain Lee hadn’t been calling on me and Sgt. Jones was back to tolerating her Lilliputian husband for another year.
Jin was special. In a lot of ways she reminded me of my Melissa up in Camp Casey, the one who had left her fiancé for me and subsequently got me kicked out of the Second Infantry Division when she blabbed to her daddy, who just happened to be the American Consulate.
Jin, like Melissa had breeding and sophistication, mixed with a girlish giggle and plenty of attitude. Jin could also sing like a songbird and did often. She had all the makings of a future diva. Most of all, though, I liked Jin because she was a civilian. She had no use for military jargon, customs or uniforms. She was all girl, all the time She didn’t understand that part of my world and she didn’t care.
When we met, I was in civilian clothes so as far as she was concerned, that was the real Jack Green. I was just a beer drinking rock and roller from Texas who liked to tell jokes that translated poorly but laughed anyway.
As I cashed the last of my beer, I saw she was ready to buy me another, as per our “watch Jack get drunk, walk him home, and let him wake up horny and alone” ritual. I took her hand before she could flag the drinkie girl. Her hand was tiny compared to mine and I snatched it out of the air like catching a butterfly. She looked shocked.
“No more beer?” she acted surprised, as well she should. She was used to watching me put away eight or ten every time we did this ritual and this time I had made my second my last.
“Not this time,” I replied. I looked into her eyes and I think she understood. “Lets go to the Legion.”
“Legion?” her jaw dropped. The Legion was the name of a hotel down the street. In Korea it was common for G.I.s like me to pick up a girl at the club and stay there for the night. It was far from being the Hyatt Regency, but in our case, it got the job done. I had never asked Jin for anything like that before and to tell the truth I was a little afraid to.
Her eyes flashed and she looked a little embarrassed. There was no way to tell in the lights of the Dallas Club if she was blushing, but it wouldn’t have been a surprise. I thought she would get up and walk out on me for sure! Then she smiled and nodded her head.
“Let’s go.” I stood up, keeping her hand in mine. She followed and hugged me close. Across the bar the owner, who we all called “Mama-san” gave me a wink. Soon we were out the door and into the night air.
Jin held onto my waist as we walked, not hand in hand like we usually did. Maybe, I thought, she had been waiting this whole time for me to say something. I put my arm over her smooth shoulders and pulled her close, smelling the Chanel No.5 she was so fond of wearing.
Other soldiers who saw us together gave me a nod of approval. They knew where we were going. She walked along, holding me and didn’t seem to notice the leering of the passers by. As we entered the Legion, an old Korean man greeted us. I paid him for the room and gave him a tip. He smiled and showed us upstairs. There was no key. The doors bolted from the inside. I led Jin in and shut the door.
As we stood beside the bed, I immediately began to kiss her. My mouth had been hungry for her for so long now I had to taste every part of those carefully painted lips. I held her soft face and gave her my tongue when her lips parted. She just held hers open, letting me do all the work, tasting any part of her sweet mouth that I wanted. I sucked on each lip, kissed them again and again and darted my tongue in and out as I caressed her face. Her mouth was delicious, like eating a pomegranate. It was everything I had imagined!
Her hands met with mine and she slowly began to kiss me back as she held my hands. When her lips finally closed over mine I felt so hot I almost passed out. I kissed her harder, starting to touch her through her dress with one of my hands. I moved my hand up her slim body, passing over her hip and one of her small breasts. I touched her neck and closed my hand around her supple throat. She gasped a little but didn’t fight. I kissed her hard, pressing myself to her, feeling her body against mine. Her hands went to my waist and pulled me closer.
