Privileges of Rank
A male sergeant orally services his female Captain
This story can stand alone, but it is really the third chapter of my story, the first chapter being
Peachy Keen
and the second chapter being
Deployment Sex
.
As always, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.
After my second nightly rendezvous with Kristen, we started to communicate more. We exchanged personal email addresses so we didn't have to use our official army accounts. Although it was difficult, we tried to coordinate an occasional meal together at the dining facility when we could. We got to know each other and discussed our lives back home. We were both Army reservists. I learned that Kristen had graduated from Emory University in Georgia with a bachelor's degree in communications and had commissioned through the ROTC program there. She was the youngest of four siblings, all brothers, and her father was a retired Army Colonel who had served in Vietnam. This didn't surprise me because she had the personality of a tomboy. She loved to play sports, especially soccer, and had recently joined the U.S. women's soccer team at ISAF HQ which was composed of female U.S. soldiers serving at ISAF HQ. In a few weeks, the U.S. women's team was scheduled to play the Afghan women's team.
She seemed like the ideal officer. Smart, attractive, confident and dedicated to the mission; exactly what the army needed. I couldn't figure out what she saw in me. While I was getting to know Kristen, I could tell she was also assessing me. As a captain, she had more at stake than I did if things were to go bad between us or if we were to get caught fraternizing. However, the one big advantage of being stationed at ISAF HQ was that it was a NATO base and often seemed more like the United Nations than a military base. With soldiers and civilians from almost 20 countries on the base, most of whom were not American, it was easy for Kristen and I to get lost in the crowd. Additionally, most of the people on ISAF worked in administrative positions and thus there was a large percentage of female soldiers and civilians. Not long after arriving at ISAF HQ, I noticed that in many of the European armies, it was not unusual to observe some inappropriate open fraternizing between male and female soldiers. There were even some outlandish rumors that some of the NATO armies employed female prostitutes in their ranks solely for the benefit of their soldiers. During my prior deployments to Iraq years earlier, I would have been lucky to see any female soldiers on the small combat outposts I was stationed at.
As the warm Kabul summer came to an end, a distinctive chill filled the fall air. It also brought with it, renewed Taliban attacks throughout Kabul, which increased the risks that myself and other soldiers faced during the driver's training. Kristen had a top-secret clearance as well, so we were both privy to the daily intelligence and threat summaries put out by the base intelligence officer. She often worried about me on days where I had to conduct training classes. I always assured her I'd be fine. After a particularly stressful day, there was nothing better than going to see Kristen. She helped me keep my sanity and was my motivation to keep going.
In order to avoid getting caught fraternizing, we had to carefully plan our rendezvous. We made a point of never meeting up at her room more than once a week. However, over time, she had observed male soldiers coming and going from the rooms of other females in her barracks and she interpreted the lack of reactions from anyone as a "don't ask don't tell policy." Although sexual relations were a violation of general order number one, it was rare that anyone was ever prosecuted under the UCMJ if they got caught and even then, only if it one or both soldiers had committed adultery or become pregnant.
After about a month of getting to know one another, Kristen felt she could trust me enough to introduce me to some of her ISAF colleagues, other officers who worked in the public affairs office. One Thursday evening, she arranged for a bunch of us to meet at the MWR building and watch a movie on the big screen. She selected the movie
Love Actually
. There were four of us all together: Kristen, myself and two female lieutenants both of whom were married. The setting reminded me of my college days in Boston and easily could have been. Only now, as the four of us sat around, we were all in uniform and carrying 9mm Beretta pistols in leather holsters on our hips.
Afraid to show any public displays of affection, Kristen and I simply acted like casual acquaintances. As I sat next to her, I really wanted to put my arm around her, but I knew not to. About a half hour into the movie, one of the lieutenants who was the duty officer in charge of the public affairs office that night got a call on her cell phone. Something had happened and she and the other lieutenant were urgently needed back at the office to prepare a statement. We paused the movie and said good bye to both of them. Now, just the two of us, we decided to keep watching the movie. However, unencumbered by anyone else, we became a little frisky on the couch. I felt like we were back in high school as we made out on the couch. I joked that her skill qualification badges, air assault and airborne, really turned me on and she called me a dork.
