Day 4 – 1720 hours
Corporal Floyd Strife
Maryland National Guard
Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.A.
Our tongues were intertwined together. Her warm breath hit the back of my throat. Her tongue firmly wrapped around mine so delicately that it sent tingles down my spine. Both of her hands are on my face, her fingers— so delicate and smooth. My left hand is on her back, and my right hand is placed on her firm, tight ass. I gave her ass a hard squeeze and she inhaled sharply whilst she still held onto my tongue. Her hand then slithered down my pants and softly grasped me on my manhood. We stopped kissing. We just stood there, lost in each other's eyes. She smiled at me and grasped tighter around my crotch.
SPC Fuentes: Ooh, someone's excited.
CPL Strife: Oh wow I didn't even know. Heh-heh, you know it was just so . . .
SPC Fuentes: [giggles] Spontaneous?
CPL Strife: Okay then moving on. How can any man not be hard with you on top of them huh? Anyway, you better take some responsibility for this or something.
SPC Fuentes: You want to do it here?
CPL Strife: [Smirking] What's wrong with this place?
SPC Fuentes: We're in the women's bathroom stall.
CPL Strife: Hey don't get pissy at me. You dragged me in here. Besides, I know you want to.
SPC Fuentes: [Leaning in close and seductively whispering into ear] Oh, and how do you know that?
I gently blew a nice chill breeze into her ear. She inhaled sharply once again as her nails dug into the back of my neck. I then moved my head out and gave her a nice, gentle bite on her left ear lobe. Her exhales turned into moans as I went down from her lobe to the side of her neck. With each passing inch I nibbled just the slightest bit, making sure that I wouldn't leave a hickey. And when I got right to where her neck met her shoulder; she exhaled in an orgasmic moan as she clutched my head tighter into her shoulder. I had her right where I wanted her.
She pushed me back against the back of the toilet and stared at me with her amorous green eyes. A mischievous smirk crept up on the side of her face, and she started feeling up my dick again. But this time, she pulled the zipper down and pulled my dick out. Her velvet soft hand felt so warm as she began to stroke my dick up and down at a slow pace. She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked her lips in a counter-clockwise motion; savoring the little ounces of pleasure she was giving me. .
SPC Fuentes: Does that feel good?
CPL Strife: [Rhythmically panting from the pleasure] Hell yeah. That feels so good babe.
SPC Fuentes: [Smiling] Then I'll make you feel even better.
She got up off me and told me to jerk myself off as she began to undo the buttons of her pants. She pulled them down and took them off and she teasingly began to pull down her olive drab panties down to her ankles. As she pulled them down, I could see that her pussy juice had seeped through; she was real excited. So she got on top of me and gently grasped my dick and positioned it right under her. She gently slid downwards; and rolled her head back and exhaled in pleasure as the head of my penis went up her warm, moist, snug pussy.
The bathroom door swung wide opened and someone walked in and I swear that the both of us had the biggest heart attack in our lives; and out of all the stalls that she had to stop in front of, it had to be ours. I swear I would have went limp if I wasn't already a quarter inside Carlina. Carlina was too scared to move that only the head of my dick was fully inside her.
PVT Singh: [Lightly banging on the door] Hey Carlina.
I cursed to myself. I recognized the voice. It was Carlina's good friend Kelly Singh. I was happy that Carlina was on top of me, so it looked like there was only one person in the stall.
SPC Fuentes: What is it Kelly?
PVT Singh: Good news girl. Kennings cancelled all close order drills for today! Come on and hurry up in there! Let's hit the town or something.
SPC Fuentes: Alright thanks Kelly. We'll be right out.
She blew it.
PVT Singh: Alright, I'll be– wait? We?!
SPC Fuentes: Uh . . .
PVT Singh: Carlina, what the hell are you talkin' about? Wait . . . Strife! Strife come out of there now!
Damn. I couldn't believe Carlina just did that. I mean really, how hard is it to not say something that stupid? I just shook my head in disappointment at Carlina. She just gave me a very sheepish look. The moment she got up off me and my dick head exited her warm vagina, my mood turned sour.
CPL Strife: [Disappointedly] Dumbass.
SPC Fuentes: Shut up.
We stood up and we quickly scrambled to get our clothes back to looking presentable. After about a good minute and a half, we got out of the bathroom, too embarrassed to look up at Singh. Goddamn, I could feel the hate coming from Singh's eyes cutting through me like a knife.
PVT Singh: What the fuck is wrong with you two? In the women's head? A public facility?!
SPC Fuentes: Kelly we are so sorry. It was just . . .
CPL Strife: Spontaneous. [Fuentes playfully elbowed him on his arm]
PVT Singh: You guys could have been caught! What then?!
CPL Strife: We could have been investigated, possibly court martialed, blah, blah, blah! Yeah hey thanks for the giant pep talk mom. Hey when's dinner ready?
PVT Singh: Strife! You are the most complete selfish, sexist, goddamn ignorant motherfucker in all the planes of existence!
CPL Strife: Aw, you say that like it's a bad thing.
Carlina chuckled and smiled at me. Singh just gave me "the bird". I don't think that you know, but towards me, Private Kelly Singh is a major Alpha bitch. I don't know why or when, but somehow she started hating me, despite us being in the same company. So in retaliation of her constant bitchiness, I love to piss her off. And just to drive home the point, I grabbed Carlina by the ass and bent her over and gave her a kiss that would put the famous "V-J Day Kiss" to shame.
PVT Singh: Strife you're a fucking asshole!
CPL Strife: Hey! That's Corporal Asshole to you, private.
Singh just shrieked in anger. She poked her head out of the bathroom door.
PVT Singh: Coast is clear. Come on.
CPL Strife: Ladies first.
SPC Fuentes: [Sultrily] Yeah right, you just wanna stare at my ass.
CPL Strife: Well it's an ass worth staring at.
PVT Singh: Oh my God. Hurry up before I puke!
Both of the girls went out of the bathroom and cautioned me out. As soon as I got out, a few officers began walking down the hall.
PVT Singh: [Annoyed] Well we gotta get going.
SPC Fuentes: [Giggling] Catch ya later Corporal.
CPL Strife: Yeah, see ya Specialist.
Carlina gave me her classic smile. Her smoldering green eyes were entrancing with her face glowing like a low, warm flame. She leaned forward and with a wonderful smirk, she mouthed to me, "Maybe next time." She winked to me as Singh pulled her away and left me in the hall. I decided it was the best time to go back to the barracks. But once I made that first step, I doubled over in pain. That's right, you guessed it. Because of fucking Singh; I got the horrible numbing and twisting sensation of blue-balls. I tried my best to walk it off, but of course all of us guys know that you can't walk off blue-balls. If only Singh gave me and Carlina 25 more minutes . . .
Specialist Carlina Fuentes, 24 years old, born in El Paso, Texas and she moved to Maryland when she was 15. She's about 5'8 and has dark ,chestnut hair that she usually keeps in a sock bun like most women soldiers. Like I said before, she has these rare entrancing emerald green eyes and teeth as white as snow. Cliché as that sounds, she really does have a gorgeous smile.
She came to our unit a few days after we transitioned back stateside. I didn't really speak to her at all at first. One day we were paired off in a work detail, can't remember what we did but we made small talk about it. Then we just hit it off the bat. I was in 1st platoon while she was in 3rd platoon, but we began to talk to each other more and more. In less than a few weeks, we became very good friends.
Later during the week, we received our passes to leave the base; so our friends went out to see an Orioles game and we came along too. By then we had started doing some innocent flirting with each other. But the flirts got more sexual as time went on, but we were still at the friend zone. I then noticed that I have grown some feelings for her. Believe me, you would too if you just took a look at her.
Carlina lost her phone after the game in the parking lot so I helped her look for it. When we found it, we were alone so I decided "to hell with it" and was getting ready to kiss her. To my surprise, she kissed me first. Ever since then, we've been together in secret; only Singh and my friend Richard Trapp caught on to our little love affair.
I can talk all day about Carlina, but that's not what's important right now. Anyway, I finally wobbled back into the Golf Company barracks. Walking all that way with your balls feeling like their being crushed in a vise felt painful than a motherfucker. But once I entered the barracks, I did my best to suck up the pain and grudgingly tried to walk upright.
Right when I entered my platoon hall, the whole platoon was standing in the hallway. Sergeant First Class Powell, our platoon sergeant, was in the middle of the hall talking to the platoon with a short guy in the middle that I haven't seen before. When the hall door slammed, the whole platoon looked at me. Powell just glared at me.
SFC Powell: Corporal Strife, glad you fucking arrived, where the hell have you been?
I couldn't think of an excuse, so I told him the truth.
CPL Strife: Uh . . . I was cock-blocked on the toilet Sergeant.
The whole platoon began to laugh except Powell and Richard Trapp who just shook his head, since he knew exactly what I was talking about.
SFC Powell: Alright everyone, quiet down. Get over here Strife. I want you to meet Private Gallen, he just came in today. And since you were the last one here, Gallen will be assigned to your squad. And you Strife will personally look after him. Gallen, wherever you go, make sure it's no more than three feet away from Corporal Strife here. That's an order.
PVT Gallen: Yes Sergeant!
My whole squad groaned out loud, everyone else laughed. When I took a look at this kid, oh God I wanted to bash my head in with a can opener. Gallen was a real scrawny ass kid; he was 18 but had the face of a 14 year old that just grew a pubic hair. Baby faced, 5'7 frame, and a face that literally screamed "Virgin". I did an inner face palm in my head. I could not believe that I was stuck with this freakin' kid.
SFC Powell: Alright, pipe down. Listen, all drills and details have been cancelled until further notice.
Everyone cheered.
SFC Powell: Along with passes and leaves.
Everyone booed.
SFC Powell: Yeah I know, but hey listen, these are the announcements: If anyone has a problem with bowel movements go see Doc Moss at sick bay. We all know of that little virus that's happening in Baltimore. The Colonel intends to visit he barracks this Sunday, so you all need to call in Blah-Blah-Blah-Blah-Blah . . .
I zoned out. You should be thanking me. I just saved you about 7 minutes worth of absolute bullshit. Now back to my story, after Powell finished his overly dry monologue, he dismissed the platoon meeting and left the hall. Everyone else either went back to their rooms or headed over to the lounge to watch some TV. Gallen stood in front of me, wide-eyed and in awe. He then began saluting me like a retard.
PVT Gallen: Private Wesley Gallen reporting for duty Corporal!
Everyone who saw that began chuckling and laughing. This was the National Guards not Special fucking Forces. He disgusted me.
CPL Strife: Alright first off, calm the fuck down. This is the Guards; we're not a special British Task Force that works directly under the Queen. Second, stick out your chest when you talk so you won't be taken as a joke. Third, you salute officers, not NCOs, everyone knows that! Fourth, stop with the fucking smiling! Fifth, don't act like a goddamn Boy Scout, it's—
PVT Gallen:[Meekly] Actually, I was an Eagle Scout.
CPL Strife: [Flailing hands in the air sarcastically] Oh goooood for you! And how was it?! Oh! Guess what? I don't care! Listen, don't try to be a damn Captain America, no one likes that shit.
PVT Gallen: Hey man, I know I'm the new guy, but you don't have to be a dick about it!
CPL Strife: No, no, no. For acting like a Green Beret, you are going to stand there and listen to my insults. If you want me to stop, then stop trying your best to act like a goddamn Green Beret! Then maybe, I'll be a tad nicer to you. Anyway private; welcome to Golf Company.
I took the kid around the barracks and gave him the "grand tour" of the base. Unfortunately, he noticed I was walking funny; my blue-balls were still inflicting me.
PVT Gallen: Uh Corporal, are you alright? You seem to be in pain.
CPL Strife: [Grunting lowly] No man, I'm fucking cool.
PVT Gallen: You sure? My cousin taught me some things in how to relax someone. You want me to try?
CPL Strife: [Shocked] Oh fuck no! I would rather stick my dick in an anthill.
PVT Gallen: What? What did I say wrong?
CPL Strife: Nothing man it's just . . . just shut up man. Hey we're back in the squad room. Go find your bed which is unfortunately next to mine.
PVT Gallen: Thanks, I guess [Strife relaxes on his bed as Gallen becomes situated with his bed] So uh, where y-you from?
CPL Strife: [Disinterested]Manhattan.
PVT Gallen: Cool, I've been there a few times. Nice city.
CPL Strife: Eh, it's whatever. Once you been there for 18 years, everything is the same.
PVT Gallen: Oh, yeah . . . so why are you with MD's National Guard instead of New York's?
CPL Strife: . . . I went to the University of Maryland back in '09, didn't feel like joining the Guards until 2014. Besides I like Maryland, much quieter than New York.
PVT Gallen: Ah I see . . . so, have you seen any action before?
CPL Strife: Yeah, I served my year and a half in Afghanistan.
PVT Gallen: I thought it was only one weekend a month?
CPL Strife: Welcome to the Army kid.
PVT Gallen: Damn . . . that's, that's bullshit.
CPL Strife: Indeed. Indeed it is.
PVT Gallen: [Awkwardly] You . . . did you uh, kill any insurgents?
CPL Strife: Yep. Got two confirmed kills. I only fired my weapon five times in Afghanistan.
PVT Gallen: Really? That's awesome! Hey . . . um, uh . . . soooooo, what's it like to kill someone?
I stopped whatever the hell I was doing on the bed and sat up to look at the kid. His face turned bright red from embarrassment. I could not believe my luck today; I was about to have sex with the sexiest woman on base and then I get interrupted by her bitch of a friend, get the terrible case of blue-balls and now I was playing 20 questions with fucking Mr. Eagle Scout. I did not predict my day to be like this. But one predictable thing about life is its unpredictability. Right there, Trapp bolted into the room.
SGT Trapp: [Out of breath] Yo! Everybody! Come into the lounge!
PFC Ormac: Wait what happened?
SGT Trapp: I don't know for sure! Just come on!
CPL Strife: Rich, slow down. What happened?
SGT Trapp: The news said some unidentified aircraft entered the West Coast by the hundreds! Come on everyone into the lounge!
Gallen and I both gazed at each other in unison, somehow wanting to ask each other what's happening, yet unable to think of an answer. We all ran into the lounge where the whole platoon was just watching the TV. Channel 4 News had a map of the West Coast with about 20 red dots moving from Washington State, all the way down to Southern California.
News Reporter: [To the cameraman] . . . we seem to be getting some kind of interference or something. [To the camera]Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who have just tuned in, Air Traffic Control has just reported a certain number of Unidentified Flying Objects crossing from Alaska into the West Coast of the United States. Although men and women on the ground are seeing no actual sightings of aircraft of any kind. SONAR from the Air Traffic is clearly reporting aircraft entering the West Coast . . .
SPC Cole: [Jokingly] Aliens! I knew it!
PFC Nabayo: Aliens?! Are you smoking meth? The hell are you talking about?
SSG Fitz: Damn, what is going on out there?
PVT Gallen: Oh my God! It's probably the Russians!
SPC Cole: The Russians?
PVT Gallen: Yeah, it makes sense! The massacre at that Russian airport was 3 months ago! After that, the Russians absolutely hated us! They probably used that time to prepare to invade!
CPL Boschert: Yeah! What if the new guy is right? What if it is the Russians?
PVT Neely: Fuck! It probably is the Russians!
My gut did a 180 twist inside of me. This wasn't real. It made sense that this would be a Russian invasion. After the massacre in the airport by rogue CIA agents four months ago, America lost most of its support in NATO and the whole world. The only countries that stood with America after that was the U.K., Canada, Germany, France, Italy, Poland, Spain, Japan, Turkey, Czech Republic, Australia, and New Zealand. Everyone else dropped all relations with America. Russia was so furious that they requested all Russian and Russian-Americans living in the U.S. to return back to the "Motherland". About 600,000 people immigrated from U.S. to Russia in the course of 4 months.
SFC Powell: Everyone shut up. It's just some SONAR trouble. That's all it is people.
PVT Zwer: I don't know Sarge, the tube said—
SFC Powell: It's nothing! Nothing's wrong is going on!
The siren went off.
We all just stood there, still as statues. This siren . . . was so damn similar to an air raid siren they used back in World War 2. We heard this on TV, even heard it in some movies and documentaries where bombings against civilians happened. We heard it through the media, but never in real life. I knew the shit had just hit the fan.
The news reporter placed her hand in hear to listen to incoming news. Her face switched to horror in a blink of an eye.
News reporter: Ladies and gentleman we are receiving a breaking news report that something is occurring in New York.
The camera switched to a random New York city; our hearts sank at the sight. The camera was pointed to the sky. Paratroopers, actual paratroopers were descending from the light orange sky. Planes, thousands of them flew over the camera. Paratroopers were actually jumping out of the planes and landed in the streets. Enemy combat helicopters swarmed in the sky, too many to count.
The camera switched to a different camera stationed on a tower. The tower overlooked a massive harbor with hundreds of cruisers, battleships, and submarines emerging from the vast ocean. And here's the real kicker, these fucking foreign ass ships and planes were passing the Statue of Liberty. I dropped my water bottle, it was Manhattan. We were being invaded. My home, Manhattan, New York was being invaded. That's when Corporal Long from G-2 Intelligence came in.
CPL Long: [Terrified and out of breath] We're being invaded! It's an invasion! Come on move! We're mobilizing now!