Part one: All Along the Watch Tower
I always was one to follow the rules. I was the perfect soldier my team leader once told me. I followed orders without question and always got the job done. My gunner, we all called him Tex, however was all about 'when I get out.' He was a slacker and always trying to get out of work and never cared about the rules. He had already sleep with all the women in our head quarts detachment before we were a month into the deployment.
So one night when we were stuck on tower guard together it was no surprise when the conversation turned to his next conquest. "I think I'm going to try for Miller," Tex confided. I shook my head as I continued to watch the unchanging scenery. "What she's fucking hot!" He declared.
"Ya," I conceded, "She's also our squad mate. You fucking her is like fucking a sister."
"Man did they ever brain wash you," he mocked as he punched me in the shoulder. "Man you've seen that rack. They had to give her a vest a size too big just to contain 'em. Don't get me started on her southern bell accent and those curves, God! If it doesn't make you hard thinking of her and that tight ass, your fucking gay."
I started to retort but just then I herd the sound of something whizzing past my head and a gun shot. "Fuck," we both shout as we crouch below the edge of the tower. I recover first and got behind the machinegun as I look for where the shot came from. Tex recovers just after me and starts calling in the situation report. The rest of our shift was uneventful, but we were too tense to really talk about anything.
Tex and I were walking back from the tower when we happened to walk past private Miller. She was lounging outside her room on a folding chair. She wore the standard black army PT shorts and grey t-shirt. But she had taken and tied the shirt up so that it exposed her toned stomach and a good bit of cleavage too. Her shoulder length brunet hair was held back by her sunglasses resting on her head. She sat with one silken leg propped up on the arm of the chair as she rested. Her blue green eyes fluttered open as she heard our approach.
"Hey boys," she called, "Heard ya'll had some action last night."
"Hell yeah!" Tex exclaimed, " It was crazy you should have seen it."
"It was just a pop shot from a sniper," I cut in. Tex, his thunder stolen and probably feeling cock blocked, glared at me.
Miller giggled as she gave Tex a pat on the shoulder, "next time sugar." I found myself staring down the raised leg of her shorts and I noticed not only was she not wearing underwear, she had cut the liner out of the shorts. She shifted slightly and I got a full glimpse of her shaven pussy. I felt my soldier starting to stand too, and I suddenly felt vary uncomfortable.
"I'm gon'a hit the showers," I announced not wanting to build any more spite from Tex and thinking to get away from the two.
"That's right dirty boy you go get cleaned up," Miller teased me. I shuffled past Tex and as I passed miller she slapped me playfully across the ass.
I looked back at her and she smiled mischievously at me. Her eyes were alight with what I could only describe as desire. "Where's my good game?" I asked acting indignant.
She just laughed as she watched me walk away barely paying attention to anything Tex was saying. I thought of that look as I trekked through the sand bitterly called moon dust, for its fine dust like texture and ability to cling to everything, on my way to the shower trailers. "I'm just reading into it," I told myself, "It's just deployment goggles, a girl like her would never like a guy like me back home so why would she here. Unless she's desperate, but Miller desperate, ya that will be the day I grow wings and breath fire." I climb the stairs into the shower trailer as I continue to wonder and fantasies about Miller. I select a stall and start to undress.
I let my mind wander and I start to see Miller, she's kneeling before me as she unbuttons my pants. She smiles up at me as her supple fingers reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my massive cock. She laughs excitedly as she prepares to take it into her mouth, then the sound of the door opening reminds me where I really am.
I suddenly realize I'm standing naked in the male showers with a raging hard on. Hoping the newcomer hadn't really entered yet I quickly jump into the stall and turn on the water. I nearly scream as ice cold water rained down on me, thankfully and effectively killing my boner.
"Was that you Ski?" came Tex's voice.
"Yeah," I shout back trying to keep the quiver out of my voice as I adjust the water to a tolerable temperature.
"Man that Miller is a worthless slut," Tex complained as he stripped.
"What happened?" I asked knowing full well that if Tex was talking bad about a woman it was because she refused him.
"Has soon as you left I tried putting my moves on her you know," he climbed into the shower next to mine as he continued, "and she said that she was flattered but she doesn't sleep with players. Can you believe that? Me a player? What ever. Dumb bitch."
"Sure man," I tell him as I rinse the soap from my body, "you're the picture of celibacy."
"Damn strait." he states and I couldn't suppress my laughter. "What," he ask, "what's so funny?"
"If your celibate you never have sex," I explain with mounting laughter.
"Oh like you," He jabbed back.
"Hey I've had sex before," I snap back as I climbed out of the shower.
"yeah," Tex taunted as he climbed out too, "When was the last time?"
"Six years ago," I tried to act proud of that fact, as if it was a moral choice. But in truth I just sucked at picking up girls. I've been complimented enough on my looks I know they weren't my problem. It was I simply never picked up on the signals and eventually they would stop trying.
"Six years!" Tex exclaimed in obvious shock. "My God man. No wonder you are so uptight. Brother you need to get laid."
