*Author's Note: Marine Corps reserve units have a small cadre of active-duty, permanent personnel assigned to provide support to the reserve unit. They are known as the Inspector-Instructor or I&I staff, and are separate from the reservists who come in for two days each month as well as two weeks in the summer. They work very closely with the reservists and often attend the training they help set up for the reserve unit.
The senior I&I staff member is referred to as 'the I&I' and is almost always a commissioned officer. He/she and the I&I staff do numerous things for the reserve unit so it can come in and train without spending valuable time doing coordination with other units or reserving a firing range, etc.
The reserve unit has its own commander, and he or she is in charge of all reserve personnel but not the I&I staff.
When I served on active duty, I saw many male first sergeants and a couple of females. Both of them were very unattractive women. Since leaving active duty, I 'met' one on Facebook of all places who is hot as hell, and she is the inspiration for this story.
Lastly, Marine first sergeants are never called 'top'. That is an Army term and never, ever used in the Marine Corps for first sergeants. It is, however, used for Marine master sergeants and master gunnery sergeants, although the latter are increasingly called 'master guns' rather than 'top'. Unlike the Army, first sergeant and sergeant major aren't temporary billets. They are both permanent ranks and Marines do not go back and forth the way soldiers do.
Okay, enough background as this is a romance tale, not one about the Marine Corps or reserve units or even first sergeants. It's...story time!
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"Good morning, First Sergeant. You're in early."
"Good morning, sir. I am. I couldn't sleep so I decided to go PT then come to work."
"Let me guess. Ten-mile run?" the handsome, young, male captain said with a smile.
"No, sir. Just five today," the older, very attractive, female first sergeant replied.
He wanted to ask if this was another disagreement at home, but it wasn't his place and the first sergeant would tell him if she wanted or needed his advice.
First Sergeant Amie Carlson was 38 years old and had a little over 19-years of active duty under her belt to include a three-year tour as a drill instructor at Parris Island, South Carolina, back when Captain Dustin Whitaker was a 15-year boy with his first real crush on an older woman, his high school math teacher.
First Sergeant Carlson had been with I&I staff supporting a reserve unit in Tacoma, Washington, for about a year and a half, and had another seven months to do before she was eligible to retire. She still hadn't decided whether or not she would, and a lot her decision was dependent on her long-time, live-in boyfriend, 40-year old Gill Haines.
Gill had agreed to move with her a second time after having spent four years at Marine Corps Air Station Cherry Point and another three at Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton, California. He was a high school teacher who had little trouble finding work so that wasn't a big deal for him. His issue was with the military in general and those who knew the couple found it difficult to square the fact that she was a hard-charging Marine while he was a laid-back, long-haired 'hippy' type, more interested in solar power than weapons systems.
Captain Whitaker had arrived just three months ago, and 1stSgt Carlson had been a godsend in terms of helping him learn the ropes. He'd been an infantry platoon commander (not 'platoon leader' as in the Army) and company commander with a combat tour in Afghanistan, and was a very sharp, up-and-coming young officer. Everyone had to go through an initial learning curve during any new assignment, and this tour as an I&I was no exception. Having 1stSgt Carlson there made climbing it a whole lot easier. The fact that she was one of the best-looking women Marines he'd even seen (of any rank), made it even more so.
Amie Carlson was extremely health conscious and an accomplished runner with a runner's build with one exception. She had a very nice 'upper body' that was difficult to ignore even in uniform. Captain Whitaker was too professional to stare, but he was human and male, and it was impossible not to notice.
The same held true for her still very young-looking and incredibly-attractive face. He'd seen a handful of attractive female officers and even dated one for a few months a couple of years back. But really good-looking, senior female enlisted Marines were a rare find. In fact, they were almost unheard of. And yet here she was sharing an adjoining office with the Inspector-Instructor, separated by just a door which connected the two spacious rooms with their own individual shower and restroom.
Captain Whitaker was her boss but not her commander. He was the I&I and her reporting senior or in Army-speak, her rater. He wrote her fitness reports and she owed him her loyalty, but he wasn't in command of anything. So far, she was happy to give her loyalty even though she'd been around long enough to know it didn't matter whether or not she liked or even respected a particular officer. That she did was just an added bonus. That he was strikingly handsome was another.
She'd seen dozens of very good-looking Marine Corps officers throughout her career. Many of them were pilots, but during her first tour as a first sergeant with a Stinger missile battery at MCAS Cherry Point, she'd run into quite a few other nice-looking male officers. Being a consummate professional, she drew the line at dating them, even though several of them hadn't drawn similar lines themselves. Besides, she was with Gill so she had no interest in dating anyone else, military or civilian.
In each case over the years where an officer had asked her out, she'd politely and professionally let them know that was out of the question, and in all but one case, they'd backed off. In the one where a particular major wouldn't take 'no' for answer, she'd had to do something for the first and only time in her 19-career, and reported him for sexual harassment after his third, very-open and aggressive request for a date. What really pushed over the edge was that this major was married and had just become a father and yet he was hitting on her in no uncertain terms.
Amie had always told other female Marines that doing so was a last resort unless there was also unwanted physical contact or an implied threat to their career. When any Marine of any rank asked a female Marine out, there was no real harm in that and she assured them it would happen—often. That was true because in a world where nearly everyone is male, even the most unattractive females get a lot of attention, both wanted and unwanted.
A polite 'no thank you' was more than adequate in most cases. A second such solicitation merited a little more 'oomph' but nothing formal. A third time was when things got serious, but even then, every case was different and whenever possible, one should avoid taking action formally.
"You don't ruin someone's career because they find you attractive. We're Marines, but we're also women, and you can be both," she'd said many times over the years.
Now, at the age of 38, and having a full-time partner at home, she had little concern with being hit on at work, and especially so by someone like Captain Whitaker who could easily date pretty much any woman he wanted, and she was certain he'd never want to date someone her age even if she wasn't technically his subordinate. In a word it was a moot point.
The I&I flashed a perfectly straight, white smiled at her then said, "Oh, okay. Slacking off, are we?" in response to her 'just five miles' comment.
"I'm not getting any younger, sir," she replied with an equally perfect smile of her own.
