Officer Matthews Part 8
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I had just settled into my room at the Bachelor Officer Quarters, when my room phone rang.
“Sir,” said the female voice on the other end of the line. “I’ve been informed to let you know you’ve been assigned duties as 'Officer of the Day' by the Battalion Commander.”
“OK,” I said, “What do I need to do?” I asked.
I was a senior Second Lieutenant and had just gone on to Active Duty in the US Army after spending two years in the National Guard, finishing up my college degree. I was not expecting to be assigned “Officer of the Day” duties so very quickly.
“Well, sir,” the voice replied. “You’ve got to inspect the guards and check the motor pool, but other than those details, not much else.”
I looked at my alarm clock. It was still early in the evening.
“The Sergeant of the Guard told me I can come by and pick you up whenever you’re ready to inspect the guard posts and the motor pool.”
I told the young soldier on the phone to pick me up at twenty-two hundred, military time for ten at night.
I waited outside the lobby of the bachelor officer quarters and right on time, a HUMVEE pulled up, with a small-framed, young soldier driving. I noticed she was cute, with her blonde hair pushed up under her cap, and sparkling blue eyes. She asked if I was the Officer of the Day and I nodded my head.
“That’s me,” I replied, taking up a seat in the Humvee.
Specialist Amy Thompson, steered through the parking lot, heading back to the Battalion housing area. She didn’t say anything as we headed to the Battalion Headquarters and neither did I.
I darted into the Battalion headquarters, telling her to, “stay put,” while I checked in with the Sergeant of the Guard.
The Sergeant of the Guard popped to attention when I stepped into the Battalion Headquarters. I told him I would be checking the company headquarters and the motor pool and that if I needed anything, I’d call him. He rendered a quick hand salute and that completed my check-in process.
It didn’t take long to check all the places I needed to check. The guard at the motor pool was sitting in the shadows of a maintenance building when we pulled up. I reminded him to stay alert. He jumped to his feet, shocked at seeing me standing outside the gate.
“I think you scared him, sir,” said my driver, as I resumed my seat in the HUMVEE.
“Take me back to the BOQ,” I instructed. She dutifully steered the Humvee back down the road and towards the BOQ. As we pulled up to the front of the BOQ, I looked at her before exiting the Humvee. She had both of her hands on the steering wheel, very professional-like. She glanced in my direction and our eyes met.
“You’re a good driver,” I commented.
“Sir, thank you, sir,” she replied. I slipped back into the seat I had just got out of.
“How long have you been in the army,” I asked.
“Four years, sir,” she replied.
“You have two more years to go,” I surmised. “Are you re-upping or getting out?”
“I don’t know, sir,” she replied. “I kind of like the army. I’m hoping to go back to school and then to college.”
“College is good,” I replied. “What will you study?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, staring straight ahead into the vast expanse of the parking lot and the nothingness of the night. I was feeling rather lonely, and quite honestly, a little interested in some companionship. So I decided to test the waters, even though I knew very well that officers and enlisted soldiers are not supposed to co-mingle socially.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked.
“Sir,” she replied, “I’m not allowed.”
“I only asked if you wanted to come in,” I replied, with the emphasis on the word wanted.
“Sir,” she replied, “You’re an officer.”
“Yes, I am, I replied, “But I’m a guy first.”
She stayed quiet, as did I. After what probably seemed like an eternity, I asked her to park the HUMVEE in a marked space. She did as I requested and sat with her hands on the steering wheel.
“What is your first name?” I pressed.
“Amy,” she dutifully replied.
“Can I call you ‘Amy?'” I asked.
“Sir, yes, sir,” she replied.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked. I didn’t see a ring on her hand, so I was pretty sure she was single.
“Sir, no sir,” she replied, her gaze fixed straight ahead.
“OK,” I replied, “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She remained stoic and focused. Neither of us said anything for quite a few more minutes. She took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled. I could sense she was starting to cave.
“You know I have to get back,” she said.
“I’m the Officer of the Day,” I replied. “You answer to me and not anyone else, right now.”
She lowered her head in silence.
“Shall we simply call it a night?” I pressed.
She reached up and turned off the engine to the HUMVEE. I stepped out and then silently peered back into the HUMVEE. I started walking toward the lobby doors of the BOQ when I heard her call out, “Wait for me.”
I stopped just long enough to allow her to catch up to me.
“I must be crazy,” she remarked as we walked side by side, to the lobby doors of the BOQ.
I slipped my room key into the door of my small room, which consisted of a small sitting area, a dining table, a small kitchenette and a half-wall that separated that area from the area where I slept.
As the door closed behind us, I apologized for the smallness of my quarters.
“I must be crazy,” she repeated as she casually unbuttoned the blouse of her fatigues. I casually unbuttoned my uniform top as well, and I took up a seat on the small couch in the sitting portion of the room. I patted the space beside me on the couch.
She stepped between my casually parted legs, looking down at me.
“I hope I don’t regret this,” she said, slipping out of fatigue blouse.
“You’re cute,” I said.
She silently pulled her Army tan t-shirt out from the tuck-in of her fatigue trousers. It was clearly obvious that she was in top physical shape. She quickly and silently pulled her t-shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. Then, she reached behind her back and unfastened her tan-colored bra, holding it in place with one hand as she slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, and down her arms.
I winked and nodded my head. She dropped the bra on to the couch beside me, barring her wonderful boobs, with perky pencil-eraser-like nipples perched on top of her small light pink areolas. She ran her thumbs over her nipples, which only made them harden.
“Very nice,” I said.
She stepped out from between my legs and sat down beside me.
“Help me out of my boots,” she said as she sat back, still fondling her boobs.
I didn’t need a second request. I silently and quickly took up a kneeling position in front of her, untying her bootlaces, as she continued to self-massage her tits. I quickly stripped her of her boots and her socks, as she unfastened the belt to her fatigue trousers. She arched her buttocks off the couch and I quickly helped her out of her fatigue trousers, stripping her to her pink lacy panties, which clung to her womanly parts.
I quickly stripped out of my fatigue blouse and my own t-shirt, and I leaned forward to kiss her flat abs. She grabbed my head in her hands and pulled me upwards and into a wickedly deep and very passionate kiss.
I was all over her boobs, massaging them, sucking on them, and pushing the limits of decency. I stripped her of her panties, pushing a finger into her warm and moist pussy.
Somehow, we made it to my bed and for the next hour or so, we were like two horny teenagers, out of control. I was surprised by her athletic build. She wasn’t thick, but she wasn’t skinny either. And damn! She was like a warhorse. We did it, missionary style, and then she got on top of me and worked my pole like a pole dancer, spinning around on top of me like a top. Then she asked if I had a favorite position, as if what we had just done wasn’t good enough.
I told her I wanted to try out that porno doggie thing. I stood beside the bed, and she backed her cute ass up to my hips. She grabbed my stick and pushed it into her swollen pussy. Oh my God!
She came and I came and then we went at it again. At some point, we simply lay there, the two of us, both unabashedly and completely naked, in silence, staring up at the ceiling.
I looked at my alarm clock and it flashed “4:03 am”. I told her we needed to make another round of the motor pool and check back in at the Battalion Headquarters.
It was not an easy task, making my way back to the Humvee, for either of us.
We made the rounds and then we stopped off at the Battalion Headquarters. The Sergeant of the Guard was playing cards with some of the guards in the dayroom. They all leaped to attention when I stepped into the dayroom.
“At ease,” told them. “I’m just checking in.”
The Sergeant of the Guard reported that everyone was well accounted for and then he smiled and added, “Everyone except for your driver, sir. We haven’t seen or heard from her.”
“She’s fine,” I replied, “We took some time to drive the post and I stopped off to talk some other Officers of the Day.”
I knew the Sergeant wasn’t going to buy my story, but it seemed plausible.
“OK, sir,” he replied, “but let’s not keep your driver out all night.”
I reassured him that after she dropped me back off at the BOQ, she would be right back.
That was one hell of a night.
Amy and I began a ritualistic dating sequence that lasted for weeks, until the company commander caught wind of the rumored goings-on.
Said my company commander, “I hope she is a good fuck, because fucking someone you’re in charge of could be bad news for your career, and hers. The army frowns on fraternization.”
I completely understood and asked if she could be moved to another platoon, “You know,” I said, “to avoid any appearance of an issue.”
My company commander was cool. He smiled and pulled out a photo of a real hot babe, from his portfolio on his desk. She was wearing a camouflage bikini that barely covered what needed to be covered.
He slipped the photo back into his portfolio and softly remarked, “Been there, done that.”
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