A/N - Please enjoy this rather fun and sexy story. A fond memory of a dear friend "Tabitha".
Hi I am Janie Doherty. My ancestors were from the Donegal "clan" as they say in Ireland. According to my mother the original name, Dochartaigh which is a version of Dochartach takes my family lineage to the days when the family were chieftains in Donegal. Whew, sorry for that!
Five Years Ago
When I raised my right hand and took the oath of office as an officer in the Army Nurse Corps, I knew in advance that military life isn't for everyone. The moving around, the authoritative behavior with both hospital and military leaders, for most it was too much. Then the whole strictly organized structure that the military entails. But to me, it was not all that different from working in an Operating Room inside a Level 1 Trauma Center in Southwestern Pennsylvania.
You have rules and regulations that you must follow. You have nursing leadership, hospital leadership, and in the operating room, there are other leaders, there are the nurse anesthetists and on top of that, we deal with the egos and leadership of the surgeons. That in of itself is a whole thing but I deal with it in my chosen field as a Perioperative Nurse.
There is a pecking order in a hospital. But it all starts with taking care of your patients, that is common in both military and civilian hospitals. You must protect your patients at all costs.
Overall the greatest difference is one's behavior when you are off work. Civilian hospitals, to an extent, don't care what you do in your free time as long as it isn't illegal. The military has this other set of rules of conduct that invade your personal life. The military as a whole I found has so much more control of your personal life because you're not only a clinician or in my case as an OR Nurse but I'm also an officer in the Army and the Nurse Corps, there is an
image
that I have to maintain.
That part is where I get in trouble. Oh, little did I know how much trouble!
The 48th Combat Support Hospital was the largest military hospital deployed during the conflict. I knew the chances of me being deployed existed, hell in fact I wanted to deploy, and it is why I went into the Army. I wanted to treat men and women that were defending us. So when I got my deployment orders for the 48th CSH, I was ecstatic. I knew they were coming after being assigned for six months at Ft. Stewart, GA. You see, I volunteered to go.
I was in theater for three months per se, and I was behaving rather well but I was very sexually frustrated. There were a few, very attractive, fellow female nurse officers I would not mind getting into bed with. Couple that with a few men I was certain that they could fuck me silly, but I was minding my own business.
I was being 'good'.
The shit we were seeing and dealing with in the Operating Room was brutal, some of these men and women that I saw before, during and after surgery were messed up and to be honest, it sucked; bad.
I finished a rough shift and had the next day off work. So I showered and felt lazy just throwing on shorts and a t-shirt. I am not big busted but I have nice boobs. There are days I can go without a bra and sort of hide the girls, enough. Honestly, it's the nipples that get me in trouble. Those pesky nubs are a true beacon of excitement for all to see. They truly have a mind of their own at times.
I got back to our hut from my shower and saw Tabitha lying on her bunk.
Oh Tabitha
! Let me tell you!
She is so beautiful and like me she is single. God I would sleep with Tabitha in a heartbeat. She has sandy blonde hair, mid shoulder length, 5"5", maybe 130 pounds but she has a runner's build, a beautiful set of legs, a wonderfully sculpted ass and her soft blue eyes would hypnotize anyone. Trust me, I know as they hypnotize me.
I bent away from her not wanting to expose my chest to her and put my stuff away. It was then that I lay down and she started chatting, which I didn't mind. Please understand when I chatted like this, I didn't talk about the work day and our shift. I just chatted, meaninglessly.
Very casually Tabitha brought up and made the offer to go have drinks later that afternoon when the officers club opened as she was not working the rest of the day or tomorrow either. I gladly accepted her offer saying that a good glass of wine or a nice drink could potentially relieve some stress.
Then I joked, "Yeah I could use a stiff one right about now!" She just laughed.
She casually hinted that she was there to talk if I wanted. I shared my appreciation telling her I was grateful and drinks tonight should help.
Frankly, I did not want to engage in nor did I really want to open that can of worms. What happens in the OR I want it to stay there. I did immediately consider having a conversation with her and talking with her as I wanted to develop a deeper friendship with her. However, I put that on pause also.
At 3:30, Tabitha and I decided to go ahead and make our way over towards the club to have a couple drinks. I did change clothes. I put on a nicer blouse, button down of course; I did put a bra on and a nicer pair of shorts with sneakers.
Tabitha had on a very nice pair of shorts which hugged her hips and a really nice button down the front blouse. I can only guess she wanted to feel like a woman tonight, not a soldier. I do know this; it made her even more beautiful in my eyes.
We spent an hour chatting, then an hour gossiping. We spent time enjoying several drinks to where I was feeling no stress. At one point I got up and went to the latrine. When I returned, I noticed that my chair was slightly closer to Tabitha's.
I made no significant mention of it but when I sat down I could sense that we were much closer. Damn it felt good, damn she is so tempting. Just the thought of her in my bed made my clit throb; my panties were starting to moisten.
I casually dropped my hand down at one point just brushing her hip. I saw a slight blush in her cheeks and a smile on her face.
Oh goodness this woman is so sexy.
One of our surgeons came over, just checking on us to see how we were doing. We offered some companionship and a drink but he decided not to stay. He just wanted to check and see how we were coping as a few days had been tough.
As the hours rolled past, our casual conversation was getting more and more personal which I was fine with; I had nothing to hide. Tabitha had confided in me quietly how she missed the intimacy of a man. I whispered telling her I just missed intimacy, and then winked at her.
She blushed again, a very deep red.
At that moment, Tabitha was quiet and reserved, and then she reminded me that it would be 'easy' for me to find a "husband for the night" whereas she didn't feel like that kind of drama. She had dealt with it in her last deployment but didn't feel like it in this one.
I know I was feeling tipsy, but not drunk. I leaned forward and whispered to her, "Well what happens in our hut stays in our hut. A wife for the night might be best for both of us."
Tabitha's eyes opened wide and she blushed again. I sat up straight and tipped my glass back, finishing the last bit of my drink. I set my glass down, "Drink up soldier! I need to make sure you get home safely. It's time to leave."
She did! She emptied her glass, stood and walked with me outside. Once out of public view, we hooked arms and found our way back to our hut. We arrived outside our little hut and paused. It takes three steps up to get inside and with the door closed our privacy. I paused and allowed her to go first, stepping aside taking a moment to admire her beautiful and firm ass. I let Tabitha enter first then followed her inside, only a step behind her.
Closing and then locking the hut door, I watched as Tabitha made her way to her bunk. I must have been staring at her too long which might have made her feel uncomfortable.
She turned and saw me staring, "What?"
"Nothing! sorry for staring. I hope you are not offended." I saw her blush, which gave me hope.
