Epiphanies

EPIPHANIES

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Chapter 4

Okay perverts, and I say that lovingly, guess what happens next?

Backstory!

Six months ago my sorry ass was lying in Bethesda wishing they weren't such assholes about pain meds when a gorgeous older woman whose look screamed senior officer's wife walked in the room. Behind her came a cute blonde who was obviously her daughter. "Lieutenant Donelli?"

I pulled my gown back down over my frustratingly pain softened pud and said "yes ma'am?"

"I'm General Dunstan's wife, this is my daughter Genevieve." The latter made a bored little wave.

"Hi" I smiled. She didn't smile back. What the fuck?

"I see I'm a bit early," Mrs. Dunstan said. "I'll go check with the nurse station to make sure the arrangements are all in order."

She walked out. I burst out laughing.

Genevieve scowled. "What's so funny?"

"She couldn't have been more obvious if she had ripped your clothes off and tossed you onto my bed."

I watched her own laughter bubble up from her belly. It was a nice laugh. "Mom wants me to meet and marry a suitable young officer. By 'suitable' she means a future general like Dad."

"Well I guess I'm going to disappoint her then."

"Why?" She asked.

"I'm getting out." That felt like it hung there in the air so I amplified. "My Dad owns a business and he wants me to come home and start taking it over."

"And you always do what daddy says?" I didn't like the sneer in her voice but I sensed it was inserted there purposefully.

Regardless my anger momentarily blocked my pain. "Usually."

"Anyway, you're not my type."

"What is your type?"

"Here, I'll show you..." She came around my bed and leaned over. Then she pulled her hair aside with one hand and folded her ear out of the way so I could see the tiny black spade tattooed there.

"I see your dilemma." I said. "My mother has something similar."

"Bullshit." If eyes could really flash I'd be burned to a crisp. "You know what it means? It--"

"Means you like black cock," I finished. "I was fourteen when Mom told Dad she was pregnant and leaving him because the baby wasn't his."

"Holy shit!" Some actual sympathy crept into her voice. I hope it didn't hurt her throat.

"I got over it. Not sure about Dad. But he tries. So fuck you with that 'doing what daddy wants' thing."

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to--"

"Kill my hopes of getting in your pants. Mission accomplished."

She stuck out her hand "my friends call me Gee."

"Okay" I took the hand. "Since we're friends now Gee, I may be able to help with your dilemma."

"I don't see how."

I was still holding her hand because that's what us lecherous perverts do. I was her job to take it back and she hadn't. So I scooted away from her to make room and tried to pull her up onto the bear. I was counting on her underlying transgressive nature to momentarily override her commitment to BBC and was right. She looked around to see if anyone was looking--we were in an empty room--and climbed aboard.

I picked up my phone, scrolled down to "Mort" and tapped the call button. After the annoying message from my provider, Mort picked up on the second ring. I had already put it on speaker.

"Yo ranger buddy!" I said.

"Yo Tripod! What's doing?" At the sound of the burr in his voice Gee's eyes lit up. "Fucked any of the nurses yet?'

"Nah man, they got me doped to the gills" I lied. "Anyways I'm here with my new friend Genevieve."

"Hi Genevieve!"

"Call me Gee Gee!" She giggled like a schoolgirl.

"She's some general's kid."

Mort chuckled. "I should have guessed."

"Not what you think man." I said. "She has an interesting tattoo and I thought she might like to see yours."

"She wasn't impressed with yours Tripod?"

"All will be explained when the pictures are exchanged. Hanging up now."

I pointed my phone's camera lens at her. She did the hair and ear thing again and soon pixels were in flight through the ether. Perhaps they passed Mort's picture somewhere along the way cause my phone beeped soon after.

Time for a nested flashback here cause I'm that kind of asshole.

On the night after our graduation from Ranger school we were both stuck in the BOQ because our travel got fucked somehow.

I said to Mort "I see it as we have three options:

"One--find women and have a drunken bacchanalia.

"Two--get in a bar fight.

"Three--get drunk tattoos."

"Tripod, this is why you will never make general." He spread his hand across his Hawaiian shirt. "Embrace the power of the word 'and.'"

The bastard was right. We pulled off the trifecta and got away with it all.

But I digress.

The phone had pinged and I enlarged the picture angling it away from Gee who was craning her neck. "Lemme see!"

"Not yet, I want him to hear your reaction when you see it." I smiled down at the top of her head.

The phone rang and I put Mort on speaker again. Then I turned my phone so she could see.

"Oh My Fucking Gawd!" There it was: a black on black tattoo of a RANGER tab riding just where his long and lean shaft connected to the rest of his long and lean frame.

I was so plastered that night I had hardly felt it when Mort and I got the matching tattoos. The tattoo artist assumed we were gay. We proved her wrong. Which is how we achieved previously mentioned trifecta. I'm not going into another nested flashback for your prurient pleasure but I'll give you a minute to imagine her gloriously tattooed athletic body sandwiched between us. I was on the bottom in her ass as Mort applied himself to the front 'cause, you know, I'm a lazy bastard willing to let others do all the work.

"Lieutenant Mortimer F. Remington, I'd like you to meet Miss Genevieve Dunstan." I said formally with my hand cupping her ass inside her shorts. "Her Mom wants to find an up and coming young officer who will be a general some day. And Gee Gee here likes well endowed African Americans. So, you see ranger buddy, I have indeed learned to embrace the power of the word 'and.'"

"Never work man," Mort said.

"These are enlightened times my friend," I countered. "Enough so that they might accept a

fait accompli.

"

"Hold on now," Gee said. "I appreciate the effort but this girl isn't going to settle for just one black cock in her life. What do you say Lieutenant, how would you feel about me fucking all your friends?"

"Great," Mort shot back. "You can start with Tripod."

"But he's--"

"Girl you said ALL my friends." Mort's voice had steel in it. "'sides, why do you think we call him 'Tripod?'"

I took my hand off her ass and took her wrist to move her hand under my hospital gown. Her fingers quested and found my member. As her warm hand grasped me by my man handle all the aches I'd been griping about faded.. Wonder of wonders I even felt myself begin to stiffen.

At the same moment of contact, Gee's brown eyes glazed like she had just taken a hit.

I brought my face to the prescribed kissing final jump off point when the shit all fell into the pot.

"I hope you two are behaving in there," Mrs. Dunstan called from the hallway. The hope in her voice belied her words.

Gee scrambled off the bed. "It's okay Mom we were just having a threeway--"

"Phone conversation," my sister Betsy said as she barged right in and instantly assessed. "Is that what you meant?"

"Hi Sis, what the... are you doing here?"

She stopped and cocked her head at me. "Always the last one to know."

In trooped my Mom who was visibly pregnant, her big black husband, my Dad, his current trophy wife and our former receptionist, all my half sisters: Gina, Tina and Emily--of distinctly varied paternity, a freaking major with an aide decamp braid, a sailor with a ridiculously big camera and finally General and Mrs. Dunstan. Oh fuck. Betsy was right.

"Dad drove us all down in Big Dave," Betsy said.

The major, with a good deal of input from Mrs. Dunstan arranged everyone as for a group picture and then, at a nod from his boss, began to read from one of those green plastic folders. You vets know the ones I mean.

"Attention to orders! The purple heart is awarded to Lieutenant..."

Yadda yadda yadda.

You don't want to hear all that bullshit do you? And ninety percent was truly hand crafted army attaboy bullshit. But it explained how my bony white ass ended up on Mrs. Dunstan's radar. Halfway through I realized Mort was still on the line. So, at the pause just before the second citation, this one for a Silver Star, I reached to hang up but my android phone had somehow morphed into an iPhone in a girly pink case.

Like mother like daughter. Respect.

You don't rubberneck when you are getting a Silver Star pinned on you, no matter how much you don't deserve it, so I was stuck.

Ceremony complete and with a minimum of social interaction to observe the formalities, the Dunstans and supporting cast left.

Then came family time. To my surprise things seemed to be pretty chill. My Dad was even treating Mom's new kids like long lost nieces. When he noticed me watching he came over to my bed.

"Kids are kids," Dad said. "Besides, this is so far better than what any of us thought we'd end up getting together about you."

I looked at him, not understanding.

Betsy said "at your funeral genius."

"Yeah," Ron, Mom's husband said walking up. "Your mother laid down the law and here we all are."

I deflected by asking my Dad "how was traffic coming down?"

He launched in a pro to pro jargon laden soliloquy.

"Dave," Mom interrupted laying a hand on his arm. "Our hero is wounded and needs his rest."

"Sorry." Dad said. "Anyway we gotta start back."

Lots of hugs and kisses ensued. Finally I was left alone with the wrong fucking phone, my limp pecker and the pain.

After a few minutes lying there I unclipped the medals and put them back in their cases. I tried to set them on top of the citation folders on my side table but the whole pile tipped over onto the floor.

Oh shit. I started to roll out of my bed.

"You should call the nurse dummy," Gee said.

She bent to pick it all up and put it all aright.

"But I'm glad you didn't." She crawled back into the bed. "Morty says I have to fuck you and a nurse would--"

"I said you could call me Morty in public." That was from my phone. See above. "My ranger buddy ain't public."

So it was Morty already? I am so glad I had splurged on an unlimited calling plan.

"Yes sir." Gee looked around, found my charger cord and plugged in my phone. To do this she had to practically perform gymnastics over my body with her boobs smacking me in the face. I tried biting one but she was too quick. "Hold your horses hero, where's mine?"

I surrendered the pink abomination. She set it beside mine.

At this point a tall skinny nurse with curly blonde hair walked in. She stared at us. We stared back.

"Good therapy in my book," she said. "Just be careful not to break his sutures."

She turned and walked out.

"Here that Gee Gee?" Mort said. "You're just what the doctor ordered."

"Yes Sir."

"Where you online through all that?" I asked. "It's all bullshit Mort."

"Not what I heard." Mort said.

"What you heard?"

"People talk," he deflected. "Fuck you know they gossip in the O club like old ladies over the backyard fence."

Meanwhile Gee had the bed power control and was adjust the angle of my upper body to her satisfaction. When that was done she pulled her tank top over her head. I helpfully unhooked her bra and she shrugged out of it. While I was considering the problem of her shorts, she scooted to the foot of the bed and presented her pink Keds to my face. "take."

I pulled them off and grabbed her ankle. "Your friend is kinky Sir. He's got me by the ankle."

"You ain't seen half of it yet girl. My boy likes pretty feet."

I play bit her big toe. I really don't do the whole toe sucking thing but I do have a bit of a foot fetish.

Next thing I knew my face was full of her shorts. I let go of her toe and it escaped through them.

I had a lap full of her clothing and she was sitting at the end of my bed naked. As you should know by now I don't do that body measurement drek, just imagine for yourself what suits your image of a young fit blonde with a wisp of a bush would look like. She pointed one foot at me curled and uncurled her toes. I reached for it but she snatched it back.

"Got awful quite there," Mort said. "Hope that's a good sign."

"I was just letting him perv on my pretty toes Sir," Gee said. "Now I'm going to suck his cock."

"Good girl."

She beamed at his praise as she got up on her knees. Her clothes got tossed in the general direction of the chair across the room. Then she pulled my gown aside to looked down. My dick was an arc of flesh. At it's base was my ranger tab tattoo. She touched it with gently. "That's a pretty cock Sir... for a white guy."

I was tempted to tell her to go get a Sharpie to fix it to her liking but even I'm not that crass. I lie, I didn't say it because I'm not dumb enough to risk my first good fuck in over a year. "Don't be scared little girl. It won't hurt you... much."

"Oh I ain't askeerd of it mister," she said in a upcountry Carolina accent. "I'ma just a wondering..."

"Wondering what?"

"How it tastes!" She swooped in and engulfed me.

"Ugh" It felt so good to just have lips on my cock again, even through the pain. Perhaps even because of it. "Your new girl has skills my friend."

With that Gee started playing to the gallery by slurping loudly on my cock. Not at the expense of the feels though. Her tongue was here and there up and down my shaft, licking, testing, poking, exploring. I grooved on the thought of it, that this was no perfunctory blowjob. This was enthusiastic fellatio of the first order. "Dude, marry this girl. You won't be sorry man."

"Fuck Dave, it's been what? Three hours and you're picking wedding menus?"

"When you know something is right it's right," I said.

Meanwhile down on my cock subject of our discussion had managed to get my cock hard enough to her satisfaction. She pulled me out with an audible pop. "I'm going to mount him now Sir."

"You heard the lady. Be careful of his sutures."

"Yes Sir." She looked and spotted the longest set just below my ribs. Next thing I knew she was kissing them. That couldn't be sanitary but I didn't give a fuck. Would you?

With renewed caution, Genevieve straddled me. Her hand reached back and held me while she slowly lowered herself onto my shaft. It was tight, it was wet and it was all encompassing. Nothing feels exactly like it, so right. "He's very big Sir. I love the feel of him sliding in."

"Good girl." Again her face lit up.

"Man your little vixen is a very good girl. I may get incoherent in a bit."

"Challenge accepted." And she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion hither-forth unknown but destined to replace the mudshark in you mythology. The fuck am I saying? Maybe it was the pain or the yearlong pussy drought that did it but I was out there. There was a rushing in my ears. I vaguely heard her asking if she was allowed to kiss my face. I'm usually a pretty madcap hardcore fucker so this was a very strange thing. I thought I might pass out.

But I didn't. I held on and enjoyed the ride, every slip sliding twisting second of it. I know that Gee and Mort were bantering throughout but I have no idea what they said. I know my body was responding to her power moves but I was a drooling idiot, like I said, there for the ride.

"I think he's going to come Sir."

"Take it baby."

"Yes Sir."

"Yush I'ma... I... Oh fuck!" And it happened. Of all my ejaculations this was probably the most memorable fuck ever. But fuck if I can. All I remember is that it that I thought it felt damn good at the time. Weird huh?

I lay panting vaguely aware I should be doing something. I even admit that I felt guilty about it. But I just couldn't. Genevieve crawled off me and started getting dressed. I beckoned for my phone. She handed to me and I said "man, t-that was intense ranger buddy."

"More where that came from Tripod," Mort said. "You know you gonna be my best man right?"

"Gotta go man, gotta sleep." I wiped wetness from my eyes. I pushed he red button.

I must have slept.

I do vaguely remember somebody taking my pulse and covering me with a blanket.

I don't give a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut if you don't believe me.

It happened just like that.