Jasmine looked pityingly across the bar at the poor kid. She cracked open another bottle of beer and pushed it his way. His ID had said he was 23, but she suspected he hadn't been around the sun a full twenty times.
It was slow. Tuesday afternoons at the bar weren't a busy time and the only customers were the few regular drunks nursing their cheap beers down the bar.
The kid had just regaled her with his sad story of joining the Marine Corps and going off to Basic. He had taken leave en route to his new assignment to go spend a few days with his girlfriend, planning to finally pop the question after three years of dating. She had been his first and only. Instead of meeting her, he got a text message at the bus station. Another man had come into her life and she was ending it.
"Fucking Jody," he said, taking a long pull on the beer.
She was perplexed. "Is that the other guy's name?"
"Nah, it's just what they say in the Corps is the name of any guy who's screwing your girl while you're away. They're all Jody."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense. As much as anything." While she felt bad for him, she was also a bit relieved that another young person wouldn't be marrying so early, missing out on having more experiences. In the back of her mind, there was also the idea that she could offer a little comfort to this handsome young man.
She stepped back from the bar, taking him in as he stood up and walked to the men's room. He was maybe only five foot eight, but his muscular shoulders and arms stood out against his t-shirt. His harsh blonde high and tight haircut did little to detract from his delicate boyish face and sparkling blue eyes. Her eyes drifted down to his the way his tight little butt moved in his jeans.
Several hours later, her shift was ending. She and the young Marine, Fuller, had spent virtually the entire time chatting. With beers and more than a little flirting, his mood had lifted considerably. Jasmine could tell that he was interested but way too shy to make a move. If anything was going to happen, she'd have to initiate it aggressively.
"Look, sugar, my shift is over in twenty minutes. You have any interest in having another beer with me somewhere else?"
He looked surprised. "Uh, sure. Like another bar?"
"I was thinking back at my place. I've got a twelve pack in the fridge and no one to share it with."
A smile spread across Fuller's face momentarily, before darkening. She caught his eye drifting down the rings on her left hand.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, it looks like you already have a drinking buddy at home."
Jasmine forcefully brightened her smile. "Not tonight I don't. Besides, my husband knows I like to entertain friends when he's not around. It looks like you could use a friend tonight." It was a well-practiced line. It was also not entirely true. He did suspect that she shared her affections with others, but it wasn't something he was entirely in the know about and certainly not something he condoned.
With a shrug and a chug of his beer, Fuller hopped off the bar stool and grabbed his jacket.
A little over an hour later, they were resting comfortably on her sofa, laughing and sipping their beers. Fuller told every corny joke he knew and she countered with all the dirty jokes she'd picked up in her time behind the bar.
They had been sitting on the sofa chatting, progressively getting closer together as they talked. He'd even worked up the nerve to put his hand on her jeans-covered knee before the strain on his bladder forced him to get up.
Fuller was walking out of the main bathroom in Glenn and Jasmine's little house.
For her part, Jasmine knew that it was now or never.
"In here," She called from the bedroom down the short dark hallway. While he'd been using the bathroom, she'd quickly shucked her shoes, bra, and jeans and laid back on the bed wearing only her black work t-shirt and a lime-colored thong.
Fuller walked in slowly, unsure of what he was doing. As he entered the small bedroom, lit only by a dim bedside lamp, he involuntarily gasped.
Jasmine patted the bed next to her. "Come cuddle with me, soldier."
The boy stiffened. "That's Marine, ma'am."
"Fine, Marine, and don't call me ma'am. I'm only 29." She was not.
He smiled weakly and pulled off his running shoes, climbing onto the bed awkwardly. He laid on his side facing her. They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment before he reached over and put his hand on the crest of her thigh.
She leaned in and softly kissed his lips, pushing her body against him as she slowly opened her mouth and pressed her tongue between his lips. He responded by opening his mouth to accept her.
Their kiss rapidly grew in intensity, their tongues duelling, hands pulling at their t-shirts, which were quickly pulled over their heads and cast to the floor. Jasmine fumbled with Fuller's belt buckle and zipper until he assisted in getting them undone and pulling them down his legs, snagging his socks along the way.
Jasmine marveled at his hard muscular body. Aside from a small patch of blonde hair on his chest and the trail of fine hairs leading from his belly button down to the waistband of his boxers, he was completely smooth, showing off his well-developed chest and abs.
Fuller finally took the lead and rolled her over onto her back, with him following on top. Gazing down, he took in her beautiful pale body, her firm round breasts, now spread across her chest, and the way her hips flared giving her of beautiful feminine hourglass figure. Her short blonde bob cut lay spread out around her head like a golden halo.
Jasmine moaned as her Marine leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling and circling it with his tongue. She could feel his cock pressing into the soft folds of her lips through her underwear. As he licked each nipple, she could feel him grabbing the waistband of her thong with with his rough hands. She raised her hips to allow it to come off. As soon as they were gone, she felt him fumble with his own underwear.
