FANTASIES



Disclaimers and other stuff: see part one

Fantasys (2/3)

I rub my eyes and massage my temples. Phew, this one is going to be a tough one. Mac, Bud, Harriett and I just have arrived at Pearl Harbour. Our latest assignment is to defend and prosecute some aviator who's accused of espionage. Well, actually Mac and Bud are the prosecutors, while I have to work together with the local hot-shot to defend. I wonder what kind of guy that is. But right now I don't give a damn. I let myself fall down on the soft hotelbed. I guess the Admiral took pity on Harriett and let Bud drag her and little AJ along. Officially she's acting as law clerk for me. But whatever, we'll get briefed tomorrow in the morning. And then I'm going to meet this local wannabe superstar.

Ok, maybe he's not that bad, but still, I have my doubts. As if I couldn't defend this guy on my own. Earlier, when we've been to the local JAG field office already, we've been told, that we should enjoy the end of the day, go back to our quarters and go to bed early, because we'd have to report by dawn tomorrow morning. I asked if I could meet my assistant or whatever already. But I've been told that the Lt. Cmdr. just won an important case that seemed to be hopeless first, and that they were partying because of the victory now. Fits into the picture. A young guy who wins a case and feels like God. So he's Lt.Cmdr. At least I outrank him. Whatever, I don't wanna think about that anymore right now.

My mind wanders back to this strange encounter I had in the office. Well encounter doesn't really fit, I've only seen her back, and that from far away, but still, this blonde officer reminded me to the only true love of my life. Meg. Meg Austin, my expartner. I'm still not over her and I guess I'll never be. Whenever I see a tall blonde, I hope it's her. Another ghost that I'm hunting down. I thought we had a friendship that no one else could touch. She was my best friend, but she left without saying goodbye, and would a real friend do that? She never called or wrote afterwards, so I didn't do it either, I don't have the slightest idea, where she is or what she's doing. I've always wanted to find her again, after all she captured my heart, but still, I have my pride, and the way she left shows me, that whatever it is, that I felt, still feel for her wasn't mutual. So I tried to get over her, went on with my life, got involved with other women, but nothing of that worked, I'm still thinking about her. Her beautiful smile that weakened my knees, her sparkling sapphire eyes, her blonde silky hair, her habit to chew on her lower lip, which was distracting me immense, because I always had to fight myself, not to pull her into my arms and kiss the brains out of her. Her slender figure, her long legs. I feel all of my blood flow to my cock. I smile, well it's not as if it's the first time that picturing Meg makes me have an erection. Hell, why not? I mean, I don't release myself while I'm thinking about her every day anymore, but often enough. Keeter used to tease me that that's why I'm suffering from nightblindness. But I know he's doing it too. It was just a stupid joke.

Of course I didn't know Meg back then. By the time we were partnered, I was really jerking off whenever the possibility arose. Is it my fault that she had and still has this impact on me? No. We're not in control about who we fall in love with and who not. So why don't just try to make the best of my situation? Just because I can't have the real thing doesn't mean I can't fantasize about it. So I get rid of my clothes while I imagine that Meg is stripping out of her uniform for me.

Dress whites do look great on women as well. Especially on Meg, but Meg could wear a sack and look sexy. Though that would be a funny sight in deed. I prefer it to imagine her out of clothes anyways. She is swaying her incredible hips to a song in the background and keeps on throwing every piece of clothing that she removes to me. By now she's completely naked and crawls up to my bed. Her hands are all over my body and she caresses my hard nipples tenderly. I just wish, she'd really be touching me, but instead I have to touch myself. I sigh and my fantasy Meg leaves a wet trail of kisses from my jawbone to my cock. One of her hands cups my balls and she squeezes them tenderly, while the other one makes contact with my hardness. I moan at that. Oh Meg. Oh yeah. She massages my balls and strokes my cock slowly. I continue to stroke myself and go faster and harder with each stroke.

Now I imagine, that her mouth is over my cock and she takes me in. Her tongue, which is my thumb in reality is working over the head, as her lips and teeth grace my shaft. Her hands are still occupied with my balls and she's giving me a helluva blow job. I notice that the next stroke will send me over the edge. I moan out her name as I come and spit my cum out. I lay back down as I try to breathe even again. Oh this was good, so good. I wonder how it would feel like with the real thing. But as sad as it is, it doesn't seem as if I'm ever going to find that out. I take a deep breath and sigh. Time to take a shower. My mind still wanders back to Meg, the hot water can't wash away my memories.

Sometimes I wish it would, but not really, because they're all that's left. I don't want it to end like this. I decide, that as soon as I'm back in Washington, I'll go to my extremes to find out where she is. I need her, and I miss her like crazy. This is love, it can't be anything else. I hope to wrap up this stupid case as soon as possible. I step out of the shower and dry myself off, as I hear my cellular birp. Oh no, who can call me now? I don't want to be called now. While I'm still unsure if I'd even pick it up, I'm already fishing it out of my jacket and before I have the time to decide, that I just want to ignore it, I have already answered it.

"Rabb." I hear somebody swallow and then silence. This annoys me. Great, some stupid weirdo, exactly what I need now. Annoyed I speak up again. "Hello?" Suddenly there is a sweet familiar voice, that I recognize right away, after all these years.

"Hiya Harm. This, this is Meg."

***end of part 2***