My most heartfelt thanks to Greowulf. His editing skills have made this story much more enjoyable.
After high school I had a good part time job at the auto parts store. I lived with my sister and had plenty of time to hang out with my buddies. My sister eventually put her foot down and said that I needed to go to college or something or I should find my own place.
I finally went to GRCC to learn more about cars. I found out that I wasn't quite as smart as I thought I was and started to really delve into automotive technology. About three quarters of the way through the program at Green River, I ran out of job prospects and money and had once again become a drain on my sister.
I thought it might be a good idea to join the service. Get paid to go to diesel mechanics school in the Army. Without a guarantee of my chosen school, (no matter what your recruiter tells you, there are no guarantees), I enlisted. I wound up a radio operator doing foot patrols in Afghanistan.
The heat, dust and brown surroundings filled a typical day on patrol. My squad was out amongst them and we got ambushed by some idiots bent on killing us.
I got hit in the back of my legs as I was dragging Tom behind cover. I survived, but I never knew if Tom did. Lieutenant Raske dragged me and Tom behind a wall and I heard fierce covering fire from his M4. He saved my life.
It took over an hour for a Bradley to finally come and end the standoff. I got thrown into the back of the M2 and passed out. By the time the medic got to me I had lost a lot of blood from the wounds in my upper legs.
I woke up as I was being unloaded from the plane in Germany. I was on my stomach and in pain. A medic gave me some help in my IV. I woke up later and I was stiff and sore but only hurt when I moved. I tried not to move when they told me I was headed state side.
They say there are only two good posts in the Army, the one you just left and the one you're going to. For me there was just one good post, San Antonio Texas.
Brooke Army Medical Center would be my new home for my last surgery. That's when I met her. Lt. Connors, the night charge nurse for our ward. By the end of the second day I was as much in love with her as every other guy in the ward.
By day I recovered from the last surgery, did PT, OT and Psych evaluations with Dr. Bill. I had stopped some shrapnel with my backside and on its way through the jagged pieces removed one testicule and may have damaged the other.
By night I dreamed of Lt. Connors. Her voice was sweet and mild, she seemed like she was happy and enjoyed life. Her short dark hair framed the face of a movie starlet. She moved fluidly through her rounds with the grace of a gymnast. We all watched her, and waited our turn for a few minutes of her precious time and close proximity. When she was close, she even smelled sexy. Maybe it was just clean and not medicinal, but I did smell a trace of perfume at least one time.
We found out her first name was Emily. Emily Connors. During our day time chatter we referred to her as Emily. Some of the guys were really crude in their references to what they would like to do with/to her. Not me. I had a solid gold crush on her.
At night she was Lt. Connors. That was the only way an enlisted man could address an officer. She would read our letters from home to us individually after all the charts were filled out. She read one to me from my sister. She said, " I like your sister, just from her letter."
Dr. Bill and I didn't get too much time, but what we had was great. He helped me to look forward to life maybe without the possibilities of fathering children. He said Jacy, "You need to get out of this place, find a young lady that is willing, and see if your dick still works". We laughed.
I agreed and said, "Yeah there is someone I'd like to try it out with." "Can't do that", was his quick reply. "She's an officer! If you got caught, she'd get busted and you'd get a three to five year vacation in Kansas." I was embarrassed that he knew. I wondered if she knew. Or did he just guess? I was getting better and looking forward to getting out of the hospital.
The next night, Lt. Connors woke me up in the middle of a fitful dream where we were taking heavy fire. She had some juice for me and as we quietly talked, she put her hands on mine. She asked me," Do you trust me?" "Yeah, you're my nurse". "Would you trust me with your life?" my nurse whispered secretly into my ear. "Yes" was my small reply. "Good, come with me. Do not say anything or make any noise. Understand?"
I nodded my head in agreement as she grabbed the wheeled hospital bed and rolled it and me down to the end of the ward to a private room. "Do you trust me?" She whispered again. "Yes" but this time my answer was firm and confident. "Not a word or a sound" she said as she strapped my arms to the bed.
In a few seconds she was kissing me gently on my lips and I was kissing her back. She unbuttoned my top and kissed her was down toward my first erection in way too many weeks. Ms. Nightingale quickly ran a baby wipe over my dick and gently sucked the head into her hot mouth. She kept her hand on the shaft and ever so slowly took me to heaven.
The trip didn't take very long before I blew my load right into the back of her mouth. She didn't swallow but let all of my cum drain back onto my pubs and stomach as she kissed her way back to my chin. When she got to my mouth we tongue wrestled and I got the unique taste of my own juice for the first time.
A quick kiss on the cheek, a finger across my lips for silence, a wink and she was gone. A few seconds later a nurse that I had never seen before entered the room and gave me a stern but friendly, "Not a sound". She wheeled the bed back to my kingdom and removed all evidence of what had just happened. "Holy SHIT, what
had
just happened? Fuck-n-A! Am I dreaming?" these word passed my lips silently as I waited for her return.
Lt Connors never returned and I never saw her again. The word on the ward was everybody's favorite nurse had gone on leave and nobody knew when or if she would return. I remained silent and kept her secret, our secret. Besides, nobody would believe me anyway.
The next day I told Dr. Bill about a
dream
that I'd had. It had to be a dream because I was a SP4 and the Lieutenant was, well, a fucking Lieutenant. He listened, smiled and told me to go and have a good life. We shook hands and I never saw him again.
DD 214
I was discharged the following Tuesday with travel pay to Seattle. That summer I fished for Salmon in Alaskan waters with a friend and took computer classes at Renton Tech during the winter.
The girls at the tech school were nice enough and I did date several, but Lt. Connors was always the one I compared them to. It was unfair; Emily was a nurse, a few years older and worldlier. The girls my age, the cute ones anyway, almost all had kids but I wasn't ready for family just yet.
The next year was more of the same but I got my Associates Degree. My last summer fishing I spent another 24/60 with Capt John. When I hit the job market I had a fist full of cash.
The Public Utilities Commission
Why did I apply for a job near San Antonio? I guess I had visions of meeting up with a certain lady of my dreams. What a fool I was, she was from Texas, but could have been anywhere by now because Texas is one huge fucking place.
Victoria County PUC hired me on the spot. Harry's four year degree got him his job as my boss a few days later. We worked well together and Harry treated my like the big brother that he never had. We shared an apartment the first year and the second year we rented a house.
Not only were Harry and I the computer geeks, but we brought the PUC kicking and screaming into the twenty first century. It took several years, but we won. Every wire and fitting was known to our software. Every replacement part in every ware house could be dispatched to any team from our terminals. Harry sent me to field check as often as he could.
Every pole in our district had a number and we added a GPS location. Every crewman wore a GPS during tough times. Harry and I monitored every single person's position during inclement weather.. We had cell numbers that even dispatch didn't have. We knew everybody and they knew us. We were gods.
My computer searches for Emily Connors turned up naught. I Googled her name less and less often until she no longer haunted me. I started to casually date.
The next year I bought a house with a large lot. Harry and I built a two car garage on the back so I could restore my 1966 Mustang. I trailered the neglected coupe down from my sister's and began the slow restoration process. I went to night school. Every person that I really admired was smarter than I was.
Harry moved in with his girl friend Patty. She was about as Texan as they come. She was smart, sassy, sweet, cute as hell and brassy as a bell. She was a couple of years younger than Harry and I and so where most of her girl friends. She always invited several of her hottie friends to our Bar B Q's and summer parties. They were all as cute as buttons, and I loved those small bikinis.
Harry and I had a few too many beers one Saturday night and measured one of Patty's friends' bikini with her still in it. We came up with 12 square inches of material not counting the strings.
That was the first blow job I'd had since that night in San Antone. She had a boy friend and that was fine, I enjoyed the night with her, but she was just like the girls at Renton Tech, a few degrees shy of a nurse. Life went on.
Arvin's Bar
Harry and I were sitting at our favorite bar chairs one Friday night after work, as usual, when he nudged me and nodded toward the door. "Look at that" he said. Me and seventy percent of the people in the blue collar establishment looked at the door. I used the mirror behind the bar and saw the top half of one of the hottest looking packages I'd seen in a long time. She sported long softly curled dark hair, and a pretty face. A business jacket and frilly blouse that was way beyond Arvin's Bar's norm for after work attire. "Outta my league, but nice to look at. What's she doing in a place like this?" I replied. "Why don't you go ask her?' Harry snided back at me. "Fuck, I don't want any more bullet holes in my ass from being shot down" I replied with a beer chaser. A few minutes later Harry went to the head and I felt a presence at my shoulder, my three o'clock. I looked in the bar's mirror and the long haired beauty was standing at my side.
