One semester of college was all it took for me and my boyfriend of 3+ years, Paul, to realize it wasn't right for us. We both could feel something else calling to us, laying dormant in our bones... waiting. The call of the Marine Corps. We started talking to recruiters. The day of our pending enlistment was an exciting one for both of us. I was sitting in my apartment waiting for Paul to come pick me up to go to the Recruiting office, when my phone rings. It's my Gyno. Surprise, sunrise--- no enlistment for me. I'm pregnant.
I love my daughter. And I love being a mother. But I won't lie--- a huge part of me is jealous of my husband, for living out the life I had planned for me, too. This is the story of the night that I got as close as possible to an extra-curricular Marine Corps experience.
At the time, we are in Twentynine Palms, California where my husband is finishing up MOS school. At only 19, I've regained my former body and then some--- being made a mother gave my body curves, and full breasts, and yet I still rocked my size 0 jeans, a bikini body, and a tan. All of Paul's classmates are E3 and below and are our age, so only a few are married. I am without a doubt the best looking Marine wife in the batch.
But these aren't just Marines, and I'm not any other tag-chaser. I envy them all for their big trucks and barracks life and playing with guns. I'm not the typical Marine wife. And they like me because I drink them off their chairs. I cuss worse than they do. I grapple with them in our backyard. I play Call of Duty with them-- and beat most of them. I'm the one who's cool enough to run out when they're all too drunk to drive and take them back to the barracks. I'm the wife that the female Marines actually -like-, and I love them too. I know that these are the girls I would call my "Ooh Rah Sisterhood" if I'd been able to enlist with my husband. I am their friend, they are my boys, I am the (unavailable) girl next door, and our house is always where the party is at.
But our time in "29 Stumps" was coming to a close. On the day of their graduation, my husband and I threw one last party at our house. My husband is drunk on rum and coke. I was made to promise not to drink that night so that he could get smashed. The baby has been in bed since 9pm. It's almost midnight.
Andre approaches me. He is Puerto Rican. He has glasses, but the cute square frames, and he is beautiful. Andre hands me a red cup with something blue in it. He tells me it's called Hurricane. He begs me to try it. Paul rolls his eyes and reminds me of my promise. I beg him to let me drink. He says "Whatever" and leaves the kitchen.
I down a few drinks standing around in the kitchen talking to some of the other Marines. I am learning more about them on this night and hating that we're leaving. We're all sharing stories and I tell them about how I was supposed to enlist with Paul.
A few drinks later and I'm just a tad tipsy. A hot new hip hop song comes on the radio. I find myself grinding on my husband's female NCO. The boys stare as we squeeze each other's hips and grind on one another's thighs. After I finish our show I go looking for my husband. I'm horny as fuck.
"Paul," I call. I hear voices in the bathroom. I open the door to find Andre and Zethan helping my husband beer-bong from a funnel. When he is finished, Paul smiles at me and makes his way towards me, a red cup in his hand. He stumbles. I reach for him. He puts a hand in the air, acknowledging he's alright... then pukes in his cup. I'm suddenly not horny anymore.
I stumble back out onto our rear patio. I announce to everyone that I just saw my husband upchuck. I cry out and say "And I was -sooo- horny." They all share obnoxious laughter. Andre approaches me. He tells me Paul is so drunk that he could always step in. I tell him he's got a one track mind. He says he disagrees, that he's always thought he has a warped mind, and puts his hand on my ass. I push it away and coyly whisper in his ear "I could straighten you out, boy..."
In front of all of our friends he parts his lips and leans into me. I tempt him and lean in... then I stop and laugh in his face. "But I'm married." The crowd of Marines laugh. Zethan teases him that he's been cockblocked. Andre looks annoyed. He nervously lifts his shirt and wipes the sweat from the frame of his glasses. I get a peek at the sixer-abs that he's packin.
"Andre! I could play the xylophone on your abs!" I can't resist putting my hand up his shirt and tracing along his defined abdomen. He smiles back at me and tells me he was on the swim team. I laugh and brush him off as I head back into the kitchen for more booze.
From the kitchen I can see Paul in the living room doorway. He motions for me to come to him with one finger. I oblige. We start making out in the doorway. I can feel the other Marines watching from the kitchen. We make our way to join them. Once in the kitchen, with many of our friends gathered around, including Andre and Zethan, I back him against the wall. I ask his NCO to hold my drink, and I cup his dick outside of his pants.
The others are watching and "Ooh Rahs" are filling the sound of the room and I proceed to give my husband a hand job inside of his pants, while I nibble and suck at his neck and ear. He fondles the outside of my shirt. I feel his dick tighten up and he begins to head for an orgasm. I stop.
I tell him that if he wants the rest, he'll have to earn it. I get him to follow me into the backyard, and knowing he's drunk, challenge him to a grappling match. He agrees to it. We each face opposite directions and do five push-ups at the word "GO!", then turn around and attack one another. He is much easier to maneuver, but still, he is the trained Marine, and I am just the civilian. He beats me.
