Jimmy was sitting on the bleachers after school. He was trying (failing really) to study. The cheerleaders were holding tryouts for next year. The soon to be senior girls and the current seniors were hazing the hell out of the new girls. Jimmy couldn't concentrate on his trigonometry. He kept getting diverted by the supreme bitch Kristen. She was the current queen of the big titted air heads. Currently she was bent over at the waist yelling at some poor frosh who was probably trying for the second or third time to make the ever so select squad. Jimmy couldn't help but feel sorry for the "recruit". Kristen was hot though.
"God, those tits are HUGE!"
Jimmy thought to himself.
Huge they were. Kristen was a platinum hared, Nordic goddess. Her skin was an alabaster white, Creamy as … well… Cream. The only flaw on her magnificent body was her nose. It wasn't hooked or bent, just way too wide. As physical flaws go, hers wasn't too bad. It did help that daddy was a RICH salmon fisherman, and bought little Kristy anything she wanted.
Now Kristen is about five foot three, and has long, nearly white hair, down to her bubble ass. Her breasts were a magnificent 40DD, and to Jimmy's amazement all she was using to cover those glorious globes was a black sports bra. The contrast between her snow like skin and the black Lycra was very interesting, especially when she yelled at the frosh. Her breasts bounced in a delightful way.
"God, I wonder what those titties look like with out that sports bra holding them up?..... I wish she would take that thing off…. Man, I can imagine it now…."
Low and behold, Kristen stood straight up, reached down and lifted her sports bra right over her head! Everything on the field stopped. Several discus and javelins were mis-thrown, the track team (who were running in formation) had a major tumble as the lead runner saw Kristen and just stopped. Kristen just stood there with those magnificent ta-ta's pointing proudly to the world. The cool wind off the Puget sounds made Kristen's nipples POP to attention… A truly beautiful sight.
"Holy Shit! I was just thinking about this…. No way! No fucking way!"
After several seconds, the cheerleader advisor, Ms. Johansen noticed that nothing was going on. She saw Kristen's naked chest and FREAKED out.
"Oh my God! What do you think you're doing! Cover up this instant!..... Why aren't you moving? ANSWER ME!"
Kristen simply stood there, arms at her side, her bra dangling from her fingertips. Hating to look away, Jimmy started digging in his backpack for his digital camera (his parents had given it to him in case he got into a car accident). The moment his eyes left Kristen, she "woke up" and…"AAAHHH EEEEKKKK!" She clutched her boobs to her chest and ran to the gym. Jimmy grabbed his books and made for the parking lot… He needed to think about what just happened. He also had to get to his meeting with the Marine Recruiter!
Jimmy parked in front of the Recruiters office. It was two doors down from the target at the Burlington strip mall.
Man oh man…. I hope this goes well
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Jimmy walked into the outer office and looked around. There were three of the four combat services represented here. Army, Navy and Marine Corps. The Marines were in the first office. Looking into the window into the inner office, Jimmy saw some really shabby looking office furniture and there was the Gunny. He was sitting at the desk typing away at some report on his computer. Jimmy knocked on the door and announced himself,
"Uh, hey… hi".
The Gunny looked up and waved Jimmy into the office.
"Hello son, how are you doing today?"
"Uh… Well…. I uh… umm…."
"Its OK son, I know how you feel. Fifteen years ago, I was in that seat. It's not easy. Tell me a little about your self?"
Jimmy proceeded to tell the Gunny about his crappy home life, non-existent social standing and his desire to get the hell out of BFE western Washington. The Gunny nodded knowingly. Most of his recruits were in exactly the same type of situation. Jimmy was the exception in that he wasn't much of an athlete. The Corps takes pride in the high physical standards it maintains among the Marines. Jimmy would definitely not only be hurting during his first several weeks of boot camp, but would most assuredly be a diet recruit. Jimmy was a good twenty pounds over his max weight. He was OK to ship out to Sunny San Diego, but would have to lose all of that weight before he graduated. No matter. The Corps would take Jimmy from tubby to trim in most riky tik time.
The Gunny and Jimmy spent the next hour talking. The Gunny gave Jimmy his standard "what the Corps can do for you routine", and Jimmy was happy with what he heard. Four years, and none would be spent closer to home than Camp Pendleton, California! He would earn Forty five thousand dollars for school and might be able to get some college out of the way while on active duty. We aren't at war with anyone at the moment, and it doesn't look like anyone would be stupid enough to start a shooting match with us. The chances of getting shot in combat are pretty slim now a days. All in all, the Gunny's presentation sounded pretty good.
Jimmy set up an appointment for the Gunny to drive him to go to the entrance processing center and get his physical and other tests. Jimmy thanked the Gunny for listening and went back home, giddy with the prospect of getting the hell out of Anacortes. The Gunny was looking forward to his next appointment….An 18 year old female senior from the local Christian high school. He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that this appointment would go VERY well.
Jimmy arrived home later that evening and went up to his room to think. He was not going to need his parent's permission to join the Corps…. He was Just 18 and wanted to ship out to the Recruit depot in San Diego the week after graduation… Not like he had any hot plans for the summer. But he still needed his Dad's permission. If he didn't clear his plans with the old man, his mom would have hell to pay, that's just the way life was around his house. He heard his dad come home. The sounds of the drunk stumbling around the kitchen reached up to Jimmy's attic bedroom.
Man, I might as well go see if he's in a good mood…. At least when he's drunk I can sometimes talk him into stuff…
Jimmy headed downstairs to find his dad digging through the cupboard looking for something to eat.
"Hey dad, how you doing?"
"Huh?.... Oh, fine. Don't we have anything around here to eat? God damn… I spend all day busting my ass on Bobby's boat and come home to find your mother gone to god knows where and no dinner waiting! Fuck!".
Jimmy pulled a beer from the fridge for his dad.
"Here dad, I'll make something, you relax".
This was Jimmy's way of buttering up his dad. Hopefully if he got a little more beer in him and made something decent to eat, his dad would agree to let him leave the house this summer. Then Jimmy just had to worry about his dad reneging on a promise. Not like that was unusual or anything.
"So what do you want to eat? Something fast? I can grill some burgers and make some fries?"
"Yeah… that sounds good… Get me another brewski… Damn woman.. She knows I don't like this cheap ass beer! Why the fuck does she by this BUSCH crap! The shit tastes like water and you have to drink twice as much to get half a buzz! Bitch!".
