A Nice Librarian

This story is fiction. I have tried to minimize the use of military jargon or at least use the full names of ranks and when using slang terminology, explain them in conjunction with the slang.

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A Nice Librarian

Jayson Alexander waved to his wife as she drove away; she gave him an air-kiss and a tiny beep of her horn in farewell. He smiled to himself as he turned and limped into the front yard of a small townhouse. He had left his homemade cane at home and was already regretting his obstinacy. Arthritis is a bitch.

Jay was a good-looking tall man in his late forties, with very short dark hair and streaks of gray intruding around his ears. He was neatly but casually dressed and walked with a slight limp, which he knew would get worse as the evening progressed. He had a slight scar over his left eye and a poorly set nose that had obviously been broken in the past.

'Well Limpy,' he heard coming from the top of the set of stairs before him. 'You coming up or do I have to come down and carry you? Again.'

Jay shook his head, looked up and laughed seeing his old friend standing on the landing grinning down at him. 'Well...' he grunted as he climbed the stairs, 'someone would have to lend you a hand and a leg. You Gimpy bastard.'

The two men stood face to face for a few seconds before embracing with tears forming in their eyes.

'Welcome Jay.' Gary Critch said quietly, 'It's really good to see you again.'

'You too Gary.'

'I'm glad you finally accepted our invitation for poker night. Come on, lets go inside. You'll know everyone,' he paused to look carefully at Jay's face before adding, 'even your old friend 'Dozy' Hicks came.'

'Oh...' Jay paused as they went inside. A look of distain crossed his face.

'Yah...' Gary said quietly. 'I feel the same way. He wasn't invited, surprisingly he came with Tom West.'

'Oh well,' we've suffered worse. Haven't we?' Jay said it but he wasn't sure he could deal with being in the same room with Hicks. 'Gary...listen...I don't think I can deal with Richard Hicks being here. I...'

'Hang on,' Gary injected, 'I don't know what happened between you two but if anybody is leaving it will be that asshole...not you.'

'Wait a minute,' Jay said standing deep in thought. 'No. You know this might be cathartic for me.'

'Don't use those big words on me. I was just a dumb Master Corporal. Is he staying or going?'

'Let him stay. You never know...it might give me a reason to kill the prick.'

'OK, Boss.' Gary said with a conspiratorial grin. 'There's a gun in the dark pine cupboard drawer...you know, if you need one.'

'Really Gary?'

'Sorry...forgot who I was talking to.' He laughed.

Both men had been badly injured in a fire fight in Afghanistan. Gary Critch had lost his left leg from the knee down and left hand. He had prosthetics on both and was able to get around surprisingly well. Jay had badly broken his left leg and hip while carrying Gary out of the line of fire. They had become fast friends while recuperating.

'Do you still set off metal detectors at Airports?'

'Yes. I carry a plasticised form with me.'

'Me too,' Gary giggled, 'but I like to fuck with them a bit first.'

'You haven't changed a bit Corporal Critch,' Jay laughed as he slapped him on the shoulder.

The game had already started when they entered the basement Games room. Five men sat around a round table covered by a green pool table cloth. Obviously, the drinking was well underway and a cloud of cigarette smoke hung in a light gray haze.

On seeing Jay enter the room, one man threw his card into the discard pile and with a smile and a yell, jumped up to feet and ran around the table grabbing Jay in a bearhug.

'Boss...ah boss,' he smiled broadly, 'it's great to see you again.'

'Hey Shooter,' Jay said as they stood looking at each other, 'still with the Regiment?'

'Yah Jay...I've got your old job with A Company. Five more years and I pull the pin.'

'A Master Warrant Officer. Good for you Ron. Who's the OC?' (Officer Commanding)

'You remember Lieutenant Plumber? He was with the Recce Platoon.'

'He's a Major?'

'He's a good man, knows what he's doing.'

Jay squeezed around the table to where a stocky guy was seated in a wheelchair hiding his face in his hands and crying quietly. He knelt down to give him a warm hug.

'Hi Frenchy,' Jay whispered, 'you're looking good.'

'For a short guy, you mean,' he laughed through his tears. He had no legs below his knees.

'You getting enough beer Claude?'

'Never enough Boss, you know me.'

'Yes, I do. And I'm proud to have served with the three of you.'

'Jay,' Gary spoke up from across the room. 'You know Tom West and Richard Hicks. And last but not least this is Andy Fields, a cousin of Shooter. He is a Sergeant with the 2nd Battalion.'

'Keeping it in the family, are you? Nice to meet you Andy,' Jay smiled at him but ignored Hicks. He passed a bottle of Glenfiddich to Gary and picked a seat well away from Hicks.

'Good to see you again Jayson,' Hicks said quietly from across the table. He was in his early fifties with a small fringe of reddish grey hair running around his bald head, he had always been bald as far back as even he could remember. Now he was also very much overweight and had obviously been drinking for some time. On his left forearm was a small tattoo of a winged dagger and on the right a tattoo, probably of a Cap badge.

'Richard, it's been awhile,' Jay responded, but clearly hinting it hasn't been long enough by the tone. 'Hello Tom,' he smiled and nodded to Tom West.

'Sir...err...I mean Jay. You're looking good.' He responded nervously.

Soon the tension eased and the poker game and the drinking began in earnest. As well the usual "Do you remember," competition started.

Do you remember that Sergeant who fell asleep on parade?

Do you remember old Cpl. Herman?

Do you remember the night we found that hooker in the Officers Mess?

That was one Gary's jokes? He snuck her in earlier.

Everyone gathered around Frenchie for selfie photos.

Etc.

The atmosphere became quite happy and joyful as they relived their old exploits. The only one not joining in was Tom West, something was bothering him. Jay noticed it and wondered why he was silent. And he appeared to be drinking with the rest of them but stayed sober. Then the subject of women came up. This was when Tom joined in.

'Are you still married to that Nurse from the hospital Jay?'

'No, we were divorced way back, she found a Doctor; more money I guess, but she passed away about 15...no 16 years ago. What about you?'

'Still single... Oh yah, I remember you were going with a tall blonde with big tits just before we deployed.'

'Actually...' Jan began but was cut off by Hicks who was slurring his words.

'Yah, I remember that blonde. We ran into her one night at some bar,' he nodded and smiled a crooked grin. 'She was nice...had a great smell...had this little...what's a ma call it...mark on her leg,' he paused and looked around the room drunkenly. 'Looked like a small red rose...above her knee. Man, she was something. You always could pickum Jay...yes sir. Pickum.'

'Sorry...that one got away. I married a nice librarian.' Jay watched Tom sit back after that exchange with a sneer of satisfaction on his face.

'How did you run into her Dick?' Tom asked above the noise.

A god-awful cackle vented out of Richard Hicks's mouth before he settled down to a drunken chuckle. He pointed at Jay and shook his head. 'I can't tell...can't tell you...wait you were there Tom. You were there...remember?'

'No Dick, I don't remember.' Tom was waiting and obviously egging Hicks on, 'where was this?'

The room had gone quiet and people were looking at each other in puzzlement. Tom West had clearly initiated this conversation with Hicks with a clear goal in mind.

'At the...at that bar with the pole dancers...on Main street. You were there.'

'Who else Dick? I don't remember.'

'Well...' Hicks stuck up a mangled hand, the fingers had clearly been broken, and started counting off the people present at the bar. 'There was you...'Butcher' Blake and his base bunny...err... Rita I think.' He sat thinking for a few seconds then continued. 'The Company clerk...Brian Getzlaf and Hamilton, 'Slippery' Sid Hamilton.' He laughed that cackle again before nonchalantly adding, 'We went back to Rita's place and we all fucked her.' He looked around the room for a second. 'No wait, you didn't fuck her, you were a pussy. Tried to stop us.'

'You put something in her drink...didn't you,' he said leaning forward in his chair his hands clasping the table edge.

'No...no,' Hicks shook his head realizing he was in trouble. 'I...err...I. After a few doubles, I told her Jay had called and would meet her there. I...err I...just wanted...it was a joke. Honest.'

'You bladed Jay you piece of shit. You fucked him over.' Tom's eyes showed the anger and the hatred he held for Hicks and he started to get out of his chair, hands clenched. 'And me...and me. I... we were friends. She was like a sister...'

'Tom,' Jay said gently, 'Tom,' he repeated as he stood, 'come with me.'

'Go on with your game guys,' Jay said as Tom came around the table and followed him up the stairs. In the small living room, the two men sat down facing each other. Jay waited until Tom settled down and began to talk.

'I'm sorry sir...err Jay,' Tom still felt the respect for Jay he had learned in the Army and was having a hard time calling Jay by his first name. 'It's just that, that awaiting parts piece of shit, roofied her...he had to have. Did you know he slammed his hand in the door of a truck, just so he could get out of going to Afghanistan with us?'

'Yah, we all know that. Probably for the best.'

It was silent for some time until Tom looked hard at Jay, sighed. 'You know I was a coward. I was so scared even thinking of being deployed, I would puke.'

'We all were. That's normal,' Jay smiled at Tom. 'The difference is you went; you did your job. Whereas Hicks is a coward, "awaiting parts as you say". You have more courage in your little finger than many other people I know. The guys used to give you a pretty hard time. Didn't they?'

'You mean... when they figured out, I was gay?' Tom asked looking down at his feet.

'Yep,' Jay nodded. 'You didn't quit. Did you?'

'Well...no.'

'See what I mean?' Tom said nothing as Jay got up and handed him a card with his name, phone number and email. Then he handed him a second card, 'Before you go, give me your contact info on this. We'll have you out for supper. OK?'

'Really?'

Jay nodded as he walked out leaving Tom to his thoughts.

Tom leaned back relaxing and letting his mind wander. Unfortunately, as he usually did, he went back in time.

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The music was thumping, it was so loud he could feel it through the soles of his shoes. 'Dozy' Hicks had just sat down at their table, uninvited. 'Butcher' Blake was snuggling with his base bunny (girlfriend) Rita and Sid Hamilton was waiting for his girl friend to finish her dance at the pole. Brian Getzlaf was waiting for his wife Annie, the club's bartender. The three of them were always at the Green Door Bar most nights, but always on Friday nights. Unusually tonight Tom West had come along as well and Hicks had sat down with them, really unusual.

Tom West saw the front door open, and caught in the late evening sun shining through the front door, stood an angle. He couldn't see her face but everyone in the room could see her shapely body silhouetted in the doorway. It was as if her thin dress had disappeared in the sunlight. Her blonde hair acted like a golden halo shining round her head. "Too bad I'm queer," he laughed to himself and took another drink. She waved and as she stepped out of the light, he recognized her...it was his friend Tiny.

She was wearing a thin short mauve coloured summer dress with white buttons down the front and a pair of white high heeled shoes. She was tall, over six feet in her heels and showing quite a bit of cleavage. Before he could steer her away from their table, she grabbed a chair and sat down. She gave him a peck on the cheek and yelled loudly in his ear, 'Where is Jayson?'

Tom shrugged hunching his shoulders to indicate he didn't know.

The waitress had a drink on the table in front of her and the rest of them within a few seconds with Sid claiming credit for that round. There was a pause in the music and Tiny asked again for Jayson.

'He's supposed to meet me here at 7 pm. I can't get him on my cell. We were supposed to celebrate, I wrote my final exam. Yay.' She grinned, waving her arms in the air obviously really pleased to be finished.

'Let me give him a try,' Hicks said helpfully getting up and going outside to call. He came back a few minutes later. 'He's at the TDM. No coverage in there.'

'Thank you...I think,' she replied, 'any idea how long he will be?'

'No more than another hour, tops. He left a message at the guard room to wait.'

'OK. Great,' Tiny said as she was introduced to them all and had her first sip of the drink before her. 'Oh...that's a nice drink. What is it?'

'A Long Island Iced Tea,' Sid said.

Three drinks later Tiny was no longer sober, but she sure enjoyed those Teas.

'Let me see if Jay is nearly finished,' Hicks yelled over the music and walked outside again. He returned and during a lull in the music, 'Jay said one more drink and he would pay for it. Then head over to Rita's place. He'll meet us there; it's too expensive for us here. OK Rita?'

'Yah... err... sure,' she agreed but not too quickly. As did the rest, and reluctantly even Tom.

At twenty-four years of age Tiny was enjoying herself, possibly because of her intake of alcohol. But she had never been shy about strutting her stuff, she loved nude beaches and was a bit of an exhibitionist. Being away from home at University, she had the opportunity to experiment with sex outside the strict boundaries her family placed on her.

She wondered where Jay was. This was supposed to be their third date and she was really looking forward to having sex with him. She smiled to herself as she looked around the apartment, well I guess giving him a BJ behind the Ice Rink a couple of days ago could be considered sex. Rita interrupted her musing as she sat down beside her and plopped a drink into her hand.

'I really shouldn't drink any more...what will Jay think of me?'

'He'll probably bend you over that chair and fuck you silly,' Rita suggested drunkenly as she clinked glasses with Tiny, and pointed to the large comfortable chair in the corner.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Both Rita and Tiny were feeling no pain and when the music began, so did the dancing.

'You have to take turns,' Tiny insisted much to the grins and chortles of all the men except Tom and Brian. While she was dancing with Sid, Hicks came up behind her making a sandwich with her as the meat. She could feel the hardness of their growing members pressing against her ass and belly. She didn't push them away immediately but when she did, it was with a smile. She looked over to where Rita and Blake were dancing seeing that the buttons on her shirt were undone and she was displaying her bra clad tits. And they were kissing passionately while Blake fondled her breasts.

Tom stopped the music and called to Hicks to join him for a minute. 'Look...Sergeant,' he paused, knowing he would stoke the ire of Hicks at his own peril. 'You can't do this...she is with Jay Alexander. He's going to be furious.'

'Exactly,' Hicks poked him in the chest with a stubby finger. 'You keep out of this or else. Got it?'

'She's drunk for God's sake,' he pleaded.

'We're all drunk,' he pushed him away, 'listen asshole. I can make it real hard for you. Shut up and mind your own fucking business.'

Tom didn't know what to do but when he saw Tiny sitting down on the sofa, he joined her. He didn't see Hicks pick up her cell phone and drop it into his glass of alcohol, slosh it around before drying the now defunct phone.

'Why don't you give Jay a call,' Tom quietly suggested. While Tiny tried unsuccessfully to phone Jay, Brian Getzlaf nodded to Tom to join him in the kitchen.

'Let's get the fuck out of here Tom,' he said quietly, 'I'm going to try to find Jay. We have to do something to stop that prick Hicks.'

'What's going on Brian?'

'Come on,' he said pulling Tom with him out the door, 'I should have figured something was wrong.'

'What.'

'Sergeant Alexander was looking for his cell phone today. He came back to the Company office where he must have lost it.'

'So?'

'Hicks was there at the same time.'

'So?'

'Think about it. I just saw him stirring his drink with Tinys' cell phone.'

'What.'

'For some reason Hicks doesn't want Tiny and Jay to communicate.'

The two men split up.

In the apartment Tiny was trying to understand why her phone was ignoring her. She was getting angrier by the minute and taking it out on her phone. But pushing the buttons harder, got her nowhere.

'Have you tried asking Jays' wife if she knows where he is?' a drunken Rita suggested.

'What?' Tiny exploded and threw her cell phone at the kitchen wall. This didn't help her cell phone at all and it broke in two. 'That bastard, he's married?'

'Well yes,' Hicks said innocently, 'I thought you knew. And he has a son...about five or six.'

'But honey...' Rita began but was cut off quickly by Sid Hamilton raised hand and stern look.

A change seemed to come over Tiny. Her beautiful gray eyes appeared to change to a harder unforgiving look. She quickly downed the last of her drink.

'That asshole,' she said venom dripping from her voice. A tear trickled down each cheek until she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing them gone.

'I'm...I'm sorry Tiny...I don't know what to say.'

'This is a party Rita, and I'm celebrating,' she said with a determined smile on her face. 'Can I have another drink Blake?'

'Sure Tiny. Coming up.'

Hicks sat down on the couch beside Tiny, 'You can do much better kid, you'll see.'

She was now sitting between Sid and Hicks. Sid Hamilton put an arm around her shoulder as Blake handed her a drink. His hand fell down to her breast, just resting there. Tiny smiled at Sid but made no move to stop him. The hand got a little bolder and began with a gentle touch. She took his face in her hand and turned him toward her and kissed him, at first gently but quickly with a more needful urgency. Sid's hand became more inquisitive in its search of Tinys' breasts and she began moaning in response as her kiss became more intense. Tiny made no attempt to stop Sid as he slowly undid the row of buttons of her dress, she even moved her leg closer to him and smiled at him. She could feel her vaginal juices begin to flow as she became more sexually aroused.

When he slipped a hand down to her pussy she moaned and pushed herself against the invading finger gliding beneath her thong. She giggled softly, spreading her legs to give Sid easier access to her willing slit. She heard a moan and glanced over to Blake and Rita. Rita was now nude and sitting on the floor between his legs sucking on his erect cock. Blake was looking directly at Tiny with a smile on his face.

They stared at each other as Tiny put her hand on the bulge in Sid's pants rubbing it gently. Keeping her eyes on Blake, Tiny unzipped Sid's fly and reached in to pull out his hard cock. She stroked it gently, not breaking eye contact with Blake and smiling back at him. Tiny stuck her tongue out and gave a slow lick to the bulbous head of the good-sized dick before her.

Suddenly Tiny stood up, let her dress of slide of her shoulders, reach behind herself, unsnapped her bra and threw it toward the vacant chair across the room. Tinys' small white thong followed quickly. Her smile grew wider as she pirouetted showing off her magnificent body to the occupants of the room. Even Rita stopped her blow job to watch her beautifully wanton display.