CHAPTER SEVEN

The Navy is like high school

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This time I walk away from the shooting range with a very different feeling than the day before. I'm joyful but extremely embarrassed by my big mouth and actions. But I walk with a slight naughty smile all the way to the Command Center, to talk to Davis.

As I pass near a tent, I see Lisa talking to Sonny, in a corner, and I'm about to walk to them to say hello, when I notice how close together they are. He's touching her hand and forearm, and talking in her ear. An intimate exchange of looks. Oh my God, they're doing it.

I always noticed how close he is to her, and that they flirt from time to time, more than usual, but obviously they have a relationship. An illegal relationship. I can't wait for Lisa to feel comfortable enough to tell me all about it.

I take a walk around Camp to give time for Lisa and Sonny to talk romantic stuff, then I see one of the Officers from Foxtrot hitting on a soldier girl that's part of his crew. Then I look to the side and see Reiss Julian passing by me, and remember that heat leastkissed Lisa, but probably much more. Brock is training Cerb nearby and I remember how in love he is with Jessica, and that Lisa has confirmed that yes, they did it, at least once, that was for sure. Because she saw them making out one of the times after a barbecue. Slutty Jessy was showing her boobs a day ago to her team leader. And now, Lisa and Sonny were obviously doing it even thought their relationship is illegal.

Apparently, everyone is doing it in the Navy, not caring much about rank or positions, fraternization policies, and the fact that the Navy officially discourages sexual or romantic relationships between colleagues. The only person not doing it with anyone in the Navy was me.

I always avoided having a relationship with someone in the Navy because I truly felt that it would be a bad idea, that could bring me problems in my work, but it's nearly impossible to date someone outside of the Navy. I'm here all the time, in ops. And now I'm staying in J-Bad, deployed, for two months, and can't date pretty much anyone. That's unfair. I feel like being cast aside, the only nerdy lonely girl from school. I'm still feeling the heat from my recent encounter with Jason, and this heat is too much to take. While I'm thinking about all this, and probably blushing from the heat, Thomas walks closer to the fence, and he has his back to me. But I can see his great body and remember his cute smile, and now I could have a shot with him, and it wouldn't be illegal. I mean, I did notice how happy he was to see me again.

Then Jason passes next to him, looking down, with his serious face, and he glances at Thomas and stares at him, with his bad boy look. No, Bravo's leader is definitely out of my reach. But my stare is glued to him, I can't help it. And my face is blushing just by looking at him.

I need to squeeze some information out of Davis immediately. If I need to know some gossip going around in the Camp, she's the one to talk to.

I'll also try to find out with her how it is to have an illegal relationship in the Navy. Discreetly.

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"Davis, I know you're doing it with Sonny" I blurt, as soon as I enter her cabin with her, and her eyes widen. "I'm not telling it to anyone, and I think you're cute together" I gesture, to calm her down, and she keeps quiet.

I come closer to her, with an excited expression, I feel naughty. "I just need to know if it's common. You know, to hook up with someone from the Navy in here. I truly don't know" I say, and she looks at me, smiling and confused.

"Well" she says, not even trying to deny about her and Sonny, "It's quite common, even the 'illegal' ones. Actually, Sonny and I kissed the first time in the middle of a bar filled with military people" she naughtily tells me.

"Seriously? Like in public? Oh my" I'm amazed. That's daring. "But then why do you keep it hidden? I mean, are you guys together, or just do it occasionally, what?"

Lisa sighs, and she looks very sad. "A one night stand is not the problem. The problem is when you want a real relationship. To date the person, you know. A future" she says, exhaling, and looking at me. I feel terrible.

"Oh. I didn't know you two are so serious" I say, sincere.

She snorts, and looks up. "We're not. But we wished we were. But there just isn't any good spots available for an Officer around VA Beach for now, as you must know. A spot where I could go and not be his superior in the hierarchy", she explains, and she looks miserable. That brings me down a lot.

"But" she suddenly says, frowning, "Why do you want to know?" she says, then stands up all of a sudden. "Oh my God, you wanna hook up with Jason" she almost yells, with her very loud radio voice.

"Shhhh" I say, feeling awkward and timid. How the hell did she find out? I need to confuse her. "No. I mean, I'm thinking about Thomas perhaps, that guy I told you, from Foxtrot" I say, and she shrugs, kind of believing. But I can't restrain myself. "Why did you mention One? Do you know something I don't?"

She chuckles, knowing very well what's my main interest here. But I'd never admit to that.

"Well" she says, coming closer to me, "maybe you noticed that your tacos were delivered by a very big frogman earlier today", she says, and I swallow.

"Yes. I imagine that he asked you if he could bring the tacos to talk to me" I say, because I'm not that naive. Of course it wasn't her who told him to bring me the food.

"U-hum. But what you don't know is how much hepressuredme to let him bring you the tacos" she raises an eyebrow to me, and I pretend to not care much, but listen attentively. "He saw me at the taco stand and noticed I bought three meat tacos, one was for me of course, then he asked me where you were, I said you were still in your cabin, sleeping and feeling down… from your throat pain. Then he had a guilty look and kept trying to convince me that he should take the tacos to you, so I wouldn'tget tiredand because he wasgoing to that direction". She finishes, with a smile, but I pout. I thought that she had something more to tell me.

"Oh" suddenly she adds, when she sees my disappointed face, "and Blackburn just told me something today. That Jason came to tell him what happened between him and Jimmy yesterday at noon, in case someone told Eric".

Now I'm very interested, and I come closer to her. "And what happened? Did they fight? Jason punched him, I've seen his hand. That liar. He had it coming".

"Jason punched Jimmy, alright" Lisa says, and stops. "But it wasn't because he's a liar. I mean, not just because of that".

"Oh?"

"Blackburn asked Jason why the hell did he punch him, why didn't he just yell at him or whatever. And he answered" she stops, and I stare, impatient, "and I quote, 'you wouldn't believe the horrible things he told me about Victoria. After all that he did to her'."

I look at her. "That's nice of him" I say, but I'm not amazed. Of course Jason would defend a woman's honor, especially from his team. He's a gentleman.

Lisa is exasperated with my reaction. "Girl" she says, 'sista' mode on, "He punched his friend of years, who was harassing a colleague while his wife has cancer, and lied to him, making him look bad in front of said colleague" she says, coming even closer to me, "and of course these reasons led him to punch Jimmy too. But when Blackburn asked him, instead of pointing any one of those reasons, he mentioned your reputation being tainted" she smirks at me. "He was defending your honor, Vicky" she finishes, waiting for my reaction.

I sincerely smile. "He's a good guy. Of course he'd do that, and say that" I say, affectionate. Lisa looks at me, confused, but I add, "Lisa, come on. You know he'd probably do and say the same if Jimmy did that to you".

Lisa is in doubt now. "Maybe. But I don't know. I thought that was really cute of him, to defend you like that".

"It was" I smile at her, not able to hide anymore. She smiles at me, loving the idea. "I'd need to confirm his interest, though. Do you really think it's not gonna cause me or him any problem? You know, if somethingeventuallyhappens" I say, awkward, but I need to know her opinion. I'm usually very reserved about these things, but I was so excited that I was finally thinking about doing something wrong and daring.

"If you're looking for a one night stand, I think it's fine. Just be discreet. Everyone does that, to be honest" she casually says, and I nod, but then she holds my arm. "But if you want something more, I advise you not to. I mean, look at Sonny and I. It's really horrible this feeling of not being allowed to be together, Vicky" she says, with sad eyes.

I nod at her. "I imagine. I'm sorry for you guys. But I don't know Jason well enough, I think, to want something more with him. He's very reserved. Also, I don't think he'd want more than a one night stand with me, if even that. And honestly, I just want to get him out of my system" I say, and Lisa and I chuckle. She likes my idea.

So I concoct a harmless plan. First, I need to confirm interest; then I'll just flirt a little; then I'll see how it goes. Maybe I could use one of the oldest tricks in the book: make him jealous. That's what happens when I'm bored as hell in a place that resembles high school.

So, it's solemnly decided. I'm going to be fucked by Master Chief Jason Hayes.

Or at least, try to.

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The problem with my daring plan is that it requires a lot of guts from my part. I'm someone used to lead teams, take responsibility, talk to important and terrifying people, and of course some part of my life has to compensate for that. So I'm terrible with hitting on guys. I have no self-confidence in that at all. I mean, I do have some, but not enough to hit on someone as hot as Bravo One, for instance. The guy is a mountain and he's famous for a lot more than his accuracy with guns, at least between the female soldiers. I'm used to analyzing data and people, and yet I could never decipher him. He's a total mystery, and maybe that's one of the reasons why I'm so attracted to him. I couldn't wait to 'get him out of my system' already.

It's the day after I saw Jason at the shooting range, and I don't talk to him, at all. I need to detox him from me, especially after what I said, that I practically told him that I wanted to have his baby. I didn't, but that's probably what it sounded like to him.

But that doesn't mean that I can't look good while ignoring his presence. So I choose a prettier top to go with my pants, and my hair and soft makeup are very on point while I get in and out of the cafeteria, and talk to the guys at the gym, and deviate from him while walking around Camp. That last one was actually not on purpose, I truly didn't see him walking into me out of nowhere. But his reaction is the best possible. He's really attentive and smiley.

The next day, I keep doing my normal things, but continue to look very presentable while doing so. I see him near the fire pit when I'm making my way to the food trucks, and decide to gather courage and talk to him.

"Hey" I approach him, caressing Cerby's head before sitting on a chair next to Jason. He greets me back, glancing at me, pensive but smirking, "I'm having lunch with Davis, Sonny and Trent. Wanna come?"

"I'm not really hungry yet" he says, surprising me. He's always hungry. My plan was already failing, he didn't even want to have lunch with me.

"Oh. Ok" I say, embarrassed. I gather more courage and look at him again. "Blackburn told me what you did" I say, and when he looks at me, I look at him, affectionate.

"What do you mean?" he asks, suspicious. I gather even more courage and slightly graze a finger on his reddish knuckles. He looks down at me grazing my finger and doesn't react, at all. Then he looks at me and explains. "He lied to me. And his wife has cancer. He deserved it" he says, vindictive.

Those are great reasons, and now I hate myself for believing in Lisa's poor judgment about other people's feelings. I try to disguise my disappointment.

"You're a good guy. I'm just glad that Jimmy didn't report you or anything" I say, chuckling, then I remember something. "You didn't report me at that time, right?"

He finally chuckles. "No. Don't worry".

And he keeps quiet. He's not starting any conversation with me, at all. I look at the fire for a while, then think of something.

"Hey, what's your kids-"

Jason quickly stands up and simply walks away, to somewhere behind me. I'm in shock with his rudeness, and totally lost. I look behind me, and guess what. Jason is walking fast to Jessica, and they walk out of there together.

That is my limit. No way. He can go screw himself.

I walk to the food truck to have lunch with Lisa and the guys, and I'm livid. I've never been treated so badly. I think. Maybe I have, but I don't remember.

When I arrive at the food truck I'm still shivering with anger, and Lisa notices, but can't ask anything to me. When we finish eating I want to walk to the shooting range, the 'normal' shooting range since I'm not a fucking Seal and I want to fire guns without having to worry if I breathe too hard.

"Calm down, Vicky, wait, Jesus, of course he wasn't going with her to do anything" Lisa tries to calm me down, but I shake my head.

"I don't care. He was rude all the time" I answer, walking fast and angrily looking at anyone who dared to look at me on my way to the shooting range.

"He just" she tries to touch my arm, "he just takes his jobs very seriously. He's bad about the draw-down".

I turn my head to her. "Yes. U-hum. Sure. But he has more than enough time to take a walk with Miss Fake-Boobs" I say, very aware that the nickname is terrible. I need to spend more time with Sonny.

Lisa suddenly chuckles, and I turn to her, suspicious. "You like him" she says, smiling.

I'm indignant. "No I don't. I'd like to sleep with him. Now I don't even want that ok".

"You said" Lisa talks, gesturing grandiosely, when we arrive at the shooting range, that is empty, "that you never had a one night stand before".

I raise my finger. "I said" I stop, because I can't remember any time I had a one night stand, but I continue, "Well, I can't help it if can only sleep with a guy if I really like him, ok" I say, and stop immediately.

"Is that so" she says, "so you're saying that you can only sleep with guys you really like, huh" she says, and it's not a question. I don't like her smug tone.

"There's always a first. Besides, I don't want him anymore. She can have him" I say, placing my ear phones on my head.

I choose a gun to shoot, and Lisa stands beside me, and pulls my earphones down, to talk to me quietly. "He'd definitely rather have you than her. Seriously. She's all fake and boring. And a kiss-ass. Soldiers don't really like that. Especially Jason".

I snort, but I'm listening. I try to disguise it, obviously. "I don't think so, no. And frogmen fall to her feet anywhere she walks in" I state, bitter. "Maybe I'm just not his type, anyways".

Lisa is the one who snorts, now. "Oh. You're his type, alright. And others' type too".

I ignore her, and she touches my arm. She's looking for something on her phone, then shows me a picture. "This is Natalie".

I look, interested. "She's pretty" I say, sincere. She is, and she's the opposite of Jessica, for sure. Natalie is pretty, but not as drop dead gorgeous as I thought that Jason's girlfriend would be, so I get Lisa's point. I look at her, suspicious. "And how was his wife?"

Lisa now hesitates, and stutters. "Beautiful. U-hum".

"Oh, I see. She was gorgeous, huh" I say, of course she was. He married her, he didn't marry Natalie. "I bet she was blonde".

"Look" Lisa touches my arm again, "Yes. She was blonde. And gorgeous. And a really nice person, hard working and good wife. But still, they were separated, nearly divorced, when she passed away".

I don't understand the difference. It sounds like she was perfect, and now he lost her. "So?"

Lisa squirms. "They separated because she didn't have a place in Jason's military life. He didn't share much with her. But you work here. So you have this advantage already. He knows that".

I make a pause, staring at her. "I don't want a relationship with him" I say, indignant, sounding louder that I meant to. I lower my voice. "Like you said, it wouldn't be good. It would be illegal".

Lisa smirks. "Yes. I said that" she says, and mysteriously walks out, and leaves me alone there.

But I'm not changing my mind. I'll do my things and forget about my idiotic idea of sleeping with the Master Chief. Maybe I should just focus on taking my spare time in J-Bad to take care of my body, my mind, and meet other guys. Yes, definitely better.

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"Hey" Jason approaches me, when I stop to drink water, near the gym. I'm breathless, but I'm glad I started to run around the Camp, almost daily. I never enjoyed running too much, but there's not much to do in J-Bad. It's been days since we're just waiting for CIA's new intel, and three days since I was rudely left alone by Jason in the fire pit. So I kind of ignore him while I drink my water, and just nod, serious. Not friendly.

"I haven't really seen you in a while. You're not having lunch with us" he says, friendly. He's exaggerating, we obviously see each other every day, the difference is that I don't initiate any conversation or smile at him anymore.

I decide to treat him like he treated me. All mysterious and cocky. And I add some sarcasm there too.

"Sure I have. I invited you to join us and you didn't want to" I say, not looking at him, and reminding him about that day in the fire pit.

"I wasn't in the mood that day" he says, and since I'm not looking at him I'm not sure, but I think he's leaning his hand on a gym equipment. Of course you weren't in a mood, you were having Jessica for lunch.

"Ok" I say. Then I pull up my t-shirt to dry my face a little. I'm not trying to entice him, at least not on purpose. I'm mad at him. I really need to dry my face, and I'm wearing a top underneath. Most girls only wear tops to run at Camp, I'm covering my body a lot more. And the guys are usually running around shirtless.

"Jessica is helping Foxtrot" he suddenly says, and I finally turn to face him. He's looking at my face, not my body. Good.

"Hope she doesn't kill anyone" I sarcastically say, and wait for his answer. He just pouts. His loyalty towards her is truly annoying. I sigh and start to walk away.

"Hey" he walks to me, kind of blocking me. "And for us? Any news? About anything".

I sigh again, and look up at him. "No. Jason. We're all bored, not just you. We're still waiting. For the CIA. Maybe you can ask your friend if she has something for us" I say, with a hint of jealousy, and walk away, not looking at him. I really regret saying that last part.

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Everybody from Bravo is bored out of their minds, even Ray, who is usually ok with not risking his life, since he has kids at home. We're all having lunch together, and we're even bored of having always the same options of food for lunch.

"Let's throw a party" Sonny says, as he says every other day. They always have beers near the fire pit, almost every night, and sometimes we girls go there too, but it's obviously mostly for the boys, to talk about their muscles, ops, and rifles, and women.

This time though, I have to agree with Sonny. "Yes" I say, and now everyone at the table turns to me. "But let's throw aparty" I say, naughty.

Ray squirms. "We can't do anything wild or disturb the others with loud music. I mean, most of the guys is going on ops. There's just us waiting around".

I gesture for him to not worry. "We don't need to put on loud music and have a dance floor. We just need the right… ambiance" I say, and everyone looks at me. "Can't we do something at the long-distance shooting range? It's far away, so we could put on some music without waking up everybody around. And we can have more options of booze, food, place a cooler, invite more people. They bring their drinks too, to help".

Ray pouts, nodding, and Sonny is already smiling.

"I like that. That could work" Clay intervenes, all smiley and excited.

"Hell" Jason suddenly says, sitting at the end of the table, "evenI'mexcited for some party here in this piece of shit".

So we all agreed, we'd have a party. The next night.

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"This would be the perfect time for you and One to hook up" Lisa casually whispers to me, when we're still arranging the cans of beer inside the coolers. I glance at Jason helping out the guys, it's a cool night, but we're all running around with stuff, so he's wearing his t-shirt now, and kept his puffy jacket on a chair, like most guys, to wear later. Like I did. I'm wearing the same off-the-shoulder top that I wore at the first 'party' in J-Bad, but I pulled it slightly down, so it shows off my shoulders and collarbone a little more. I did that when I saw Lisa wearing another one of my tops, with cleavage, and I felt too covered up.

"Foxtrot Five is coming, too" I naughtily say, raising my eyebrows. I've been talking to him more now, but while I talked to him I remembered that he's lacks a little… leadership. He never really did anything to defend me against Jimmy's actions back then, like when Jimmy kept embarrassing me in front of the team guys by talking about my body, or when he tried to lock me in a room, even though that time he didn't really do anything violent to me. He just described what he'd do to my body if I accepted his invitation. That was one of the most disgusting things I ever heard, to be honest. So, there was a big difference between Foxtrot Five and Bravo One, and the number reflected that perfectly. But Thomas was still a possibility, in case I felt the heat too much. And I could always make One jealous while talking to Five. Although I'm pretty sure he wouldn't even notice.

"Oh" Lisa looks at me up and down, "so are you looking like this to make out with Five?" she mocks, and I don't understand.

"Like what? I'm wearing the same top as the other gathering".

"Yes. Pulled down to the limit" she says, and gestures with her hand because I was about to say that I'm not showing anything, "You're very elegant. It's not slutty. But it's sexy. And I noticed your hair and makeup are flawless too" she smirks, with her impeccable hair and makeup. Both of us are looking great, and we know that. I smirk back at her, and we continue to get the party ready for the people that are to arrive soon. It's not that many people, but it will definitely be a party.

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There's a million people at the party. Somebody opened their mouth because they wanted more girls there, and now most of them didn't bring any drink and instead of having a 4 to 1 ratio of men to women, there's barely a 2 to 1. That's not fair. One of the pros of joining the Navy is the abundance of men at the events, and now Lisa and I are definitely annoyed because there are dozens of girls younger and hotter than us there. I'm pretending not to, but I'm really annoyed, and drinking near the bar, staring at everyone.

"I thought this would be a wild party. But you're here quiet. I mean, you're the one organizing it, after all" Jason says, standing next to me at the bar, with his beer. He's looking very relaxed and he's been drinking for a couple of hours now, but not drunk at all. He's never drunk. I'm not drunk either, just a little more courageous. And with fire in my core again. Parties do that to us sometimes.

"It is. You just need to go to the middle of there" I point with my finger to a place close to us, where a few women are gathered, slightly dancing, "and start to dance. Really dance" I say, and look into his eyes, serious. He holds my stare, probably having images of many girls dancing together.

I walk closer to Jason, because I like to stand close to him and I'm feeling like it. Fuck it. "You never saluted me" I say, not seductively. His head twitches to the side, and he's about to complain, serious, because his pride was obviously wounded by that. He probably hates the fact that I technically outrank him.

"Oh, I'm kidding Jason" I gesture, smiling, and slightly touching his biceps. "Your apology was sincere. I hope" I now say affectionately at him, confusing him with many, many different approaches, to see which one he prefers.

"It was" he says, sincere, but serious. That confuses me.

Thomas is nearby, glancing at us but with a few girls around him, and one of his team mates, too. Foxtrot One obviously wasn't welcome there. I point at Thomas with my finger.

"He refused to lie in behalf of Jimmy" I say, affectionate and proud, "He was the only one. He risked his job so he wouldn't harm me" I say, and look up to see Jason's expression. He's looking suspicious at me.

"So he just did nothing, while you were being harassed by Jimmy for months" he states, and he's right. I pout, nodding.

"I had no one to defend me, true" I say, and he's looking uncomfortable. That's not a topic of conversation for a party.

I sip my drink quietly, while Jason sips his beer, not moving an inch. He's wearing his puffy black jacket again. I glance to our side, where he and Jessica were making out that day.

"I'm curious" I say, casually, but it took me all my courage to start that sentence, and Jason looks at me, uninterested, "You'll have to tell me someday why is Jessica so obsessed with you for all this time" I say, playful. He blushes, and I can see it even though it's kind of dark there.

"Whatdoyoumean" he quickly says, trying to disguise his discomfort.

I turn to face him completely. "You obviously did something, even if you don't know. Was it a one night stand? Or what" I say, still playful, but a little seductive too.

"I told you, we don't have anything. Jesus" he says, annoyed, a lot more than I thought he'd possibly be. "You know what? Ask her" he says, pointing his head to Jessica, who is unfortunately at the party too, invited by Brock.

"She'd lie" I say, now annoyed at him too, "Like you said, she envies me", I say, dangerously.

"Don't know why" Jason bluntly says, and takes his can of beer to the thrash, then gets another one, staring at me, all annoyed, and walks out.

Ok, that was my limit. Screw this guy. I'm gonna get me some Foxtrot Five.

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I'm joyfully talking to Thomas at the party, when I look to my side and notice Jason walking by near us, to nowhere in particular. I have my back to him, so I didn't see if he saw us talking.

"He's ballsy, that guy, I'll have to admit that" Thomas suddenly says, pointing his finger at Jason after he passed by us, "To talk to Jimmy like that".

I smile. "Oh, you mean, when he punched him" I say, because everybody saw Jimmy's purple eye later on.

"Yes. But he also shook him and called him a few names. He really stood up for you" he says, smiling. Of course Thomas would assume the best, even of Jason, who treated him badly. "I'm sorry I didn't do that" he says, sincere, looking affectionately at me.

"That's ok. You couldn't risk your job. Besides, I don't know if fighting Jimmy is a good idea. He's really strong" I say, chuckling, because he was. A punch from him could knock someone out.

Thomas shrugs. "Maybe I could have done like Jason did, and punched him first" he chuckles, amused.

I suddenly realize something. Jason didn't punch Jimmy during a fight. He just punched him. "They weren't fighting?"

"No" he answers, confused, as if I knew the gossip, "he just got into Jimmy's cabin, punched him, then shook him, then threatened him".

I sip my drink, with my core on fire again. I glance to where Jason is.

"Hey, come on, I like this song" I tell Thomas, because there are a few girls there, dancing, and Jessica among them. And Jason is near them, probably watching. I can't be sure from where I am.

Thomas gladly walks behind me and we make our way to the 'dance floor', where more people are joining us to dance to some hip hop that starts to play. I joyfully dance, and Thomas slightly dances, looking down at me. I glance at Jason and he's serious, looking around, and once when I looked he was looking at us. But I also saw that Jessica was dancing almost exclusively to him, so probably that was more interesting.

I'm really having fun at the party, and also I start to think that maybe Jason's not even good in bed, since he's always stern and moody, and 'takes his job seriously'. But then I realize he's walking out, and leaving the party.

I'm lost and glance at Thomas, he's dancing with me but with some of his mates near by too, so I just gesture to him that I'll get a drink and he nods.

I'm used to being in control of things, and not being in control of that situation with Jason is bothering me to the limit. So I try to regain some control, and pathetically make my way out of the party and walk behind Jason, who is looking down while calmly walking with his hands in his pockets. I pathetically talk to him, loud.

"Leaving already?" I ask, smiling, with my arms crossed because it's cold as fuck. I'm almost shivering.

He stops walking and shrugs. "I think so. It's not that early anymore. You?" he says, and it truly wasn't. Many people were leaving the party already, it was quite late. Of course, most of them left to have sex, but still.

"I'll get a jacket in my cabin" I lie, and I don't think he buys it.

We quietly make our way walking side by side, and the entrance to the women's barracks is before the men's barracks, so I thought that maybe I could hit on him and convince him to come inside, but I look from the distance that there are like ten girls around the entrance, so he'd never walk in there with me. Now I'm pathetic and anxious, and I'm more desperate to feel Jason inside of me now. His cabin is shared with Ray, so that's out of the question.

Before thinking, I touch his arm. "You go ahead if you're really going to sleep, I'll go back to the party" I say, slightly smiling at him, then I add "Maybe".

It was the best way I could think of to invite him to do something naughty without admitting I want to do something naughty with him. I look at him up and down, serious, and obviously he sees the hunger in my eyes, because he hesitates and stops, looking back at me, also serious. I walk away, then glance at him, serious, and he's still standing there and looking at me. But the message was given.

I anxiously walk for a few steps, not looking at him anymore, just in case he doesn't want me, because if he doesn't follow me he wouldn't see that I didn't go back to the party. I turn right and get inside of a dark alley or whatever that is, where there's a wire fence. It's risky, but not too risky. I think. I get to the end of it, and wait by the fence.

And I wait. For like, more than a couple of minutes. That was more than enough time for him to get there, we could be making out by now. Now that was my limit, because I'm truly pathetic, and start to admit to myself that maybe I crushed too hard on him, and now I can't even get him out my system. I'll just be platonically into Jason until God knows when. I'm understanding Jessica a lot more, and that's daunting.

I'm already feeling miserable and leaning on the fence, now too ashamed to even get out of the alley, when I see a shadow coming in. A big shadow. For a second, I'm afraid that it's some other soldier coming to attack me, but when he comes closer I see it's Jason. He's looking down, then to the side, with the same melancholic demeanor as he was walking around Camp. I don't even know if I smile or not, and I can't even think about that now, because he's coming and I don't know what to do exactly. But I immediately feel like burning all around.

He stops in front of me and finally looks at me, serious, looking into my eyes, with his mouth slightly open. Silently alerting me that what we're about to do is very, very wrong, and illegal. He sighs, and I hold my breath, hesitant, because he looks at me for a few seconds, up and down, and now I'm afraid that he's there to lecture me about fraternization. I squirm, awkward, and look down, ashamed.

But fortunately I'm wrong. Because as soon as I look up again, he hunches down and pulls me by the waist, pulling me close to him, all very fast, and he pulls me as if I weighted nothing. He kisses my lips eagerly, and I feel warmth all over my body, and on my face. His nose is cold, but other than that, his cheeks and lips are deliciously warm. His beard is softer than I thought, and it grazes my face in a delicious way, and although he kisses me eagerly, pulling me close, he's also kissing me slowly, savoring my lips, and after a while I feel his tongue massaging mine, and at that instant I'm sure this was a terrible idea.

But not because it's bad; because it's too good. I'm with my hands on his shoulders, because I didn't even have time to do anything with them when he pulled me close, and now I move them to his neck, and then his hair. My fingers graze his hair, and he breathes in, loving it, and so do I. His hands are still on my waist and he pushes me until we're against the fence, and he moves a hand on my butt and the other he moves up under my top, a little. I shiver when I feel his rough fingers on my skin. We're still making out, nothing too serious, but I'm completely wet already. He smells amazing, and his puffy jacket makes a sound when it grazes me, and I need to feel him more. So I unzip his jacket, still kissing him, and put my hands on his chest and stomach, under his t-shirt. I quietly moan, already in a haze of desire for him.

When he hears my moan and feels my hands caressing his body, he deepens the kiss and presses his hands on me, and I, without thinking, raise one of my legs and wrap it around his hip. I'm wearing carrot pants with a thin fabric and he places one of his hands on my thigh, squeezing it hard, and I feel a huge bulge in his pants, and pull him closer to me, placing a hand on his back. I have absolutely no control of my actions, as it never happened before, so I unconsciously move my hips and graze my core against his bulge.

I suddenly realize that where we are is a very, very risky place to have any sex, especially forbidden sex, because I'm wearing pants, and all that logistics complicate things, so I'm even more desperate to feel him inside of me, and I grind a little more. Jason is probably thinking the same thing, because as soon as he realizes what I'm doing he places both hands on my thighs, near my butt, and suddenly and deliciously raises me and holds me up there, never stopping our kiss. I move my hands to his hair again and now I'm completely squeezed by Jason against the fence, and he's standing between my legs, and starts to grind his bulge against my core.

I gasp immediately and stop the kiss, because I'm feeling him rubbing hard against me and it's too good. I finally open my eyes and his eyes are open too, and he's looking at me with a hungry face, but also a desperate one. And vulnerable, it seems. Now I'm pulsating so hard that it hurts, and I desperately need to feel him inside of me. He places his face on my neck, kissing it and gasping while moving. All I hear are his gasps and quiet moans in my ear, while he desperately moves his hips against me, squeezing me hard against the fence. His sounds in my ear arouse me to the limit, and I shut my eyes and kiss his neck.

He suddenly takes one of his hands off my thigh and holds the fence with it, pulling the wire fence and now pressing even harder on me, and I moan, and not so quietly. He gasps loudly in my ear, because he's fucking me in every sense of the word, but fully clothed. He's dry humping me, as if we were in high school. I look down and watch his hips moving to reach me deep and hard, and I can only imagine how good it must be to feel him inside of me. But I'll have to make do with what I got, and his erection is grinding me hard. My pants are thin and I know that both my panties and pants are wet, and I can feel his throbbing erection through his jeans, and I'm sure he can feel my core pretty well, because he's grinding against all the right places. I kiss, lick and softly bite his neck, tasting it, while moving my hands on his hair, and my heart is racing because I never felt anything like this before. I look at his tanned neck and his hair, still not believing that he's so close to me, and wanting me too. And that I want him that much, because when I met him, and during that first week, I didn't even think that much of him.

I can feel he's moving faster and closer to his climax, and I feel the urge for him to touch me. I fight it, but I hear his desperate gasps and feel his kisses and licks on my neck, and something needs to be done, so I press my feet on his lower back, making him stand even closer to me, if that's even possible, and both of us moan in unison, with desperation. I feel his bulge and his pants against me, and it's a lot of pressure on my core. He moves even faster and harder, and I pull his hair because I feel I'm close to coming, while he presses his fingers harder on my thigh. He suddenly releases a delicious loud and husky moan and I know that he came, inside of his pants, and I feel even more desperate and aroused, but he continues to grind against me, and a couple of seconds later, I finally come, gasping and moaning.

That is probably one of the weirdest things that I've felt, because I came, hard and fast, and now my heart is racing and I don't know what to do. What we did was undoubtedly fraternization, but I had no idea that it'd be so powerful, I just wanted to grind on him a little and I thought that that would be it. I obviously underestimated the power of Jason's moves.

I think we're both too shocked about what happened, because he doesn't say a word, and doesn't move an inch either. His face is still on my neck, and he's breathing hard. I'm breathless too.

Only after two or three minutes Jason takes his face off my neck and I do the same, to look at his face. He's looking very, very serious at me, with his mouth slightly open, and his face all red from his orgasm. I feel my face warm, too. He looks at my hair and takes his hand off the fence, softly caressing it, probably it's disheveled. His hair is very disheveled by me, at least.

I bring my hand to graze his forehead and his beard, and he closes his eyes. I softly kiss his lips again, because I still need to touch him in any way possible. Our teenage mutual masturbation was only a start, I hope. A great one, though. I never came while dry humping, well, there are moments that I didn't even come without clothes, so I can't wait to feel him inside of me. I think he feels the same, because he suddenly deepens the kiss again, and I'm all for it, pulling him closer with my feet and hands, again, disheveling his hair.

But no, I was wrong. Because he abruptly stops our kiss, looking at me again, anxious and stern, and slightly distances from me, making me come down to the floor. I look with expectancy, waiting for him to take me by the hand or say something, or to gesture that we should see if we can go to my cabin now, but he deviates his look, walks backwards, caressing his beard with his hand, which he does sometimes, and turns and walks away, with his hands in his pockets, as silent as he was the entire time.

I walk out of the alley after a couple of seconds that he left, still thinking that maybe he'd check if the girls are at the entrance of the barracks, but he passes by it, even though the girls weren't there anymore, walking fast and not looking back once.

I'm not sure if I'm not even more into Jason, instead of getting him off my system. Because from the taste I had, I definitely want more. But I'm pretty sure that he's already regretting all of it, deeply.

And now I may never have another chance with him, and I haven't even felt him inside of me, or seen him naked. Now that's truly pathetic.

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