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Authors name: Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Story title : China Beach: Sisters In Army Green
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China Beach: Sisters In Army Green (FF, military, parody)
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
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Disclaimer: The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by William Broyles, Jr.
and John Sacret Young and the ABC network, as well as
characters copyrighted by Richard Hooker, Larry Gilbert
and CBS Television. This story is intended for the non-
commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered
parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no
profit will be made from the distribution of this story.
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Always appreciated
Fandom: China Beach
Summary: On a trip to Tokyo, Colleen McMurphy makes a new
friend.
Personal Website: http://www.asstr.org/~Ann_Douglas/
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Lieutenant Colleen McMurphy sat at the rearmost table in
the hotel bar, listening to Linda Ronstadt and the Stone
Poneys on the jukebox and enjoying her second scotch of
the evening. Both simple pleasures made her think of
home, a place she hadn't seen in well over a year. For
most of that time, she had been stationed at the 510th
Evac Hospital at China Beach in the Republic of South
Vietnam. A place she definitely needed some time away
from.
It had come as quite a surprise to the short haired
brunette when the commander of the 510th, Major Lila
Garreau, appeared at her door two days ago and asked if
she would be interested in going to the medical
conference at Tokyo General scheduled for the long
weekend. It seemed that Dr. Richard, who had planned to
deliver a paper on advances in combat surgical procedures
had hurt his leg and would be unable to make the trip.
Since she couldn't run two surgeons short, Garreau asked
the nurse if she wanted to go in his place.
Four days in Tokyo might not be a trip home, but it was a
chance to relax and unwind for a while. Colleen didn't
hesitate a minute before jumping at the opportunity.
The paper had been delivered at this afternoon's session,
leaving the Lieutenant with another day and a half before
she had to catch the transport back to DaNang. The only
thing she had to decide on now was how she wanted to
spend that free time.
Looking out across the bar of the American-run hotel,
Colleen decided that if she wanted, it wouldn't be very
hard to find someone to spend that time with. The room
was filled with good-looking men of various ages, some in
uniform and even more in civilian dress. Several had
their eyes on her since she'd come in a half hour before.
Despite her strong Irish Catholic background and the
small town she had grown up it, Colleen hadn't been a
virgin when she'd first arrived in Vietnam. Few girls her
age were in 1968. And in the interim since, she had
hardly been living a life of celibacy. The question at
the moment, however, was if she actually wanted company
or not.
"Mind if I sit down, Lieutenant?" a female voice asked as
a blond haired woman suddenly appeared next to the booth.
Colleen looked up in surprise, especially since the woman
had addressed her by her rank. After the presentation,
she had made it a point to change out of her uniform and
into the non-descript blue dress she had on. Dressed in a
pair of cream slacks, a black short-sleeved blouse and a
light colored sweater that barely contained an ample
bust, the woman, who appeared to be in her late forties
or possibly even her early fifties, was unfamiliar.
Curious as to what the woman wanted, especially since
she'd had to cross the entire bar to reach where she'd
been sitting, Colleen motioned to the empty space on the
other side of the table.
As the older woman thanked Colleen and took the seat, one
of the waiters appeared at the table to take her order.
"I'll have whatever the Lieutenant is having, and bring
her another while you're at it," the new arrival said.
From the inflection in her voice, Colleen got the
impression that this woman was used to giving orders and
more importantly, having them obeyed without question.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," the woman said as the
waiter quickly returned with the drink order. "I saw you
sitting here when I came in and I just wanted to come
over and tell you how impressed I was with your
presentation this afternoon."
"You were there at the conference?" Colleen asked, then
realized that obviously she had been since she knew her
rank and that she had delivered a report.
The curly-haired blonde answered with a nod as she took a
sip of her drink. The expression on her face indicated
that while she was willing to drink it, it was hardly the
best she'd ever had.
"Are you in the army?" Colleen asked, remembering having
seen a few other women in uniform at the conference.
"Once upon a time," came the reply, framed in a faraway
smile, "I retired a bird colonel a few years back."
Colleen was impressed, even her own CO was only a major
and that was a rarity for a woman.
"What brought you to the conference?"
"I was visiting some old associates here at the hospital
in Tokyo, and I saw the conference on the schedule. I
haven't totally retired from nursing so I decided to stop
by and take a look." she explained. "It's a sad fact, but
war does seem to bring on major medical advances and I
like to keep up if I can."
"Well it was actually Doctor Richard's report," the
younger woman said with humility, "I was just standing in
for him."
"Nonsense, doctors get way too much of the attention,"
she cut in with a wave of her glass, "People don't credit
nurses enough for the success rate in the operating
room."
"Is that what you were, a surgical nurse?" asked Colleen.
"More than that," the woman said with a noticeable pride
in her voice, "I was head nurse at a MASH unit in Korea
during the war, the 4077th."
Colleen was now very glad she had asked the woman to sit
down.
"I'm Colleen McMurphy."
"I know. I'm Margaret Houlihan," the older woman said,
realizing she hadn't yet introduced herself.
-=-=-=-
A few more rounds of scotch and an hour and a half later,
Colleen and Margaret felt like they'd known each other
the longest time. Despite the age difference and the
times in which they'd served, it was amazing how much
they had in common.
"Two biggest mistakes in my life," Margaret was saying in
response to a comment Colleen had made about men, sex and
military life, "were Frank Burns and Donald Penobscott -
losers both. The first was a married man I was playing
around with and the second was a Lieutenant Colonel I
married and then divorced."
"If they were such losers, what attracted you to them in
the first place?" Colleen asked out of curiosity.
"Well, that's a little hard to explain," Margaret said,
"let's just say it had to do with the times."
"Fair enough," Colleen said, now feeling the effects of
the last few drinks.
"What about you, anyone special?" Margaret asked.
"Not really," Colleen asked, thinking of the men she'd
let herself become involved with back at the base and how
bad the relationships had turned out."
"Well I hope at least the sex was good," Margaret
laughed, feeling no pain as well. She had started two
drinks behind her younger counterpart but had quickly
caught up. "There's something about getting shot at
occasionally that really makes you horny."
"Yeah, I've found that out," Colleen replied, her
thoughts drifting back to two instances in particular
where that had proved true. In a way she never would have
imagined before.
Those memories brought an even more interesting thought
to mind as Colleen drained the last of her glass. There
was something in the way the former MASH nurse was
looking at her. At first, she thought it was her
imagination, but she wasn't so sure. It was a look that
the younger woman had seen before. It also occurred to
her that Margaret had the most beautiful green eyes she
had ever seen.
A few months ago, during a Viet Cong attack on China
Beach, Colleen had been trapped along with K.C. Koloski
in the small apartment K.C. kept near the base. A self-
made businesswoman who wasn't above getting what she
needed on her back, she had nevertheless become a friend
of sorts.
For a while, with the guerrillas near and help nowhere in
sight, things looked pretty bad. To Colleen's
astonishment, they wound up turning to each other for
comfort in a way that she had only previously imagined
with a man.
It took Colleen some time to come to grips with what had
happened, or the fact that she had really enjoyed it. In
the end, she decided that it was an isolated event,
brought on by the near death experience, and one that
wouldn't ever be repeated.
That was until the day when she met Wayloo Marie Holmes.
A curvaceous blonde reporter who caused reactions in
Colleen that she hadn't felt since her teen years.
Feelings she had confessed late one night after they'd
had a few together and to her surprise, ones that had
been reciprocated.
After that night, Colleen had to admit to herself that it
wasn't something she could think of as an aberration any
more. And if the opportunity ever presented itself, she
would undoubtedly take advantage of it.
"Can I get you ladies anything else, ladies," the waiter
said as he reappeared at their side. The look in his eyes
said a lot as to what he'd really like to give either one
of them.
"Maybe we should call it a night," Colleen said in
recognition that her thoughts were becoming a little too
scandalous.
"Tired of my company already?" Margaret asked.
"Not at all," Colleen quickly replied, "I can honestly
say I can't remember the last time I've enjoyed anyone
else's company as much."
"Then why don't we continue our discussion up in my
room," the older woman suggested. "The bar never closes
and I have some scotch that makes what they serve here
taste like soda pop."
Without thinking about it, Colleen agreed. Dropping a few
dollars on the table to cover their bill, she followed
Margaret back across the barroom floor, much to the
disappointment of some of the male observers around them.
-=-=-=-
"Oh that is really good," Colleen said as she downed half
of the glass of twenty-year old scotch that Margaret had
poured for her. "Where ever did you get anything this
good?"
"It was sent to me as a birthday gift by a doctor I used
to know back at the 4077th, Hawkeye Pierce," Margaret
said as she worked on her own glass. "We've kept in touch
over the years."
"Hawkeye, that's a strange name," Colleen mused.
"Well actually, his real name is Benjamin Franklin
Pierce, if you can believe that, but his father gave him
the nickname when he was a kid and it just stuck," the
older woman said as she refilled both glasses. "Not the
most military of surgeons, but definitely the man I'd
want working on me if I was hurt."
"Did he ever," the brunette asked out of curiosity, "work
on you?"
"I'm assuming you don't mean surgery," Margaret grinned,
knowing exactly what her guest meant. "We had a few
brushes but nothing really serious. However, it was the
opinion of quite a few of my nurses that he was quite
skilled out of the operating room as well. If that was
what you were looking for."
The slight slur brought on by the amount of alcohol she'd
consumed in a short time seemed to suddenly disappear
from Margaret's voice with that last statement. Her eyes
seemed to focus directly on Colleen, with an equally
sobering effect as she put the rest of her drink down on
the table.
"Colleen, can I ask you a question?" the blonde asked.
"It's sort of personal, but I've always believed that
sometimes it's better to be direct."
"Okay," she replied, a touch of nervousness in her tone.
"I got the impression, down in the bar, that wasn't the
kind of company that you where looking for," the older
blonde said as she moved closer on the couch they had
been sharing. "Forgive me if I was wrong but..."
"You weren't wrong," Colleen quickly answered, thinking
that if she even waited for Margaret to finish what she
was saying that she might not have the nerve to say the
truth.
"I'm glad," Margaret smiled, placing her hand over
Colleen's and squeezing it gently.
"Can I ask you a question?" the younger woman asked in
turn as she returned the squeeze.
"Of course."
"How did you know that? This is all pretty new to me, I
have no idea how one woman knows that another is
interested or..."
"That's a really hard question to answer," Margaret said
after a few moments contemplation. "Sometimes, you get a
feeling about it, and I have to admit that I've been
wrong more than I've been right about it over the years.
And while you wear that uniform, that can be a pretty
dangerous thing to be wrong about."
"How did you deal with it then?" Colleen asked, trying to
picture what it must've been like for the older woman
when she had been her age.
"Mostly by being the opposite of what I really was,"
Margaret answered, this time without any hesitation.
"Remember those two men that I mentioned earlier, well
they were hardly the only two that I was involved with in
my career, especially when I was young. For a while, I
even had somewhat of a reputation as a slut in certain
circles, but that didn't affect my career anywhere as
negatively as it would have if I had been known as a dyke
instead. In fact, it that had ever come out, I wouldn't
have had any military career to worry about at all."
Colleen nodded her head in understanding. In almost
twenty years, that much hadn't changed in the Army and
she doubted that in twenty more years it would be any
different.
"There were times," Margaret went on as she recalled a
particular memory, "when I really had to ask myself if it
was worth it. Especially on late nights when I would walk
past one of my nurses' tents and overhear two of them
sharing a little intimacy. Since I was their commanding
officer, getting involved with them wasn't an option.
Thankfully, there were other career officers that shared
my interest and when possible, we managed to get together
once in a while."
"And now you're a civilian," Colleen observed, "and no
one can tell you who you can be involved with."
"True, but you're still in uniform, with all the risks
that entails," came Margaret's answer, a word of caution
in her tone.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to make sure that no one
asks, and no one tells," Colleen grinned as she leaned
closer and kissed Margaret softly on her lips.
-=-=-=-
Margaret was quick to respond, returning the passion she
felt in Colleen's lips even as she pressed her tongue
deep into her mouth. As their tongues lovingly collided,
her left hand came to rest on the younger woman's breast.
A gentle squeeze caused the Lieutenant to let out a sigh,
as the memory of how nice it was to be with another woman
reasserted itself.
They kissed a second time, wrapping their arms around
each other, their hands exploring each other's body more
fully now. Colleen undid the buttons of Margaret's
sweater, dropping it back onto the couch. Glancing down
at the blonde's ample bust, she considered that it was
almost as large as Wayloo's. She also wondered if it
would taste as sweet.
The brunette could feel her nipples growing hard as
Margaret's fingers played with them through the material
of her dress. Prompting her to bring her own hands to
cradle the other woman's mounds, the weight and firmness
of which surprised her.
"Would you like to get more comfortable?" Margaret asked
as she kissed the woman in her arms one more time.
"Oh yes," Colleen responded as she felt a warm rush
between her legs.
Margaret undid the top buttons of her blouse, just enough
to give Colleen a more intimate look at the rounded
globes beneath the dark material. Before she could reach
the third button, Colleen replaced Margaret's fingers
with her own and completed the task. As the folds of the
dark blouse fell away, they revealed an equally black bra
that looked far too flimsy to contain the lavish orbs
that strained against it.
Hesitantly, Colleen eased off Margaret's blouse and
dropped it next to the sweater. The dark circles and
pointed nipples that capped the retired officer's breasts
were clearly visible through the scanty material,
providing a breath-stealing image. Reaching out with two
fingers of each hand, Colleen gently pressed against both
tips.
"That's nice," Margaret moaned softly. Her nipples had
always been highly sensitive.
The zipper of Colleen's blue dress came down even easier
as Margaret reached around and took hold of the metal
clasp. Feeling the outfit grow loose around her
shoulders, Colleen stood up and let Margaret lower it
down the length of her body, until she was able to step
out of it and leave it on the carpeted floor.
"You are so very pretty," Margaret said as she ran her
fingers up along the outsides of the younger woman's
legs, moving up across her waist and then against the
sides of her breasts.
Colleen wished she had been wearing something more
presentable that the army issue undergarments that she'd
bought at the base exchange, but looking into Margaret's
eyes she saw that her lover of the evening didn't seem to
mind. Besides, she was sure she wouldn't be wearing them
that much longer anyway.
Margaret ran one hand back down across Colleen's stomach
and placed it flat between her legs. Even through the
plain white material of the generic panties, she could
feel how wet the brown-haired mound had become beneath
them. Pressing against the small protrusion with her
thumb, the nearly topless woman quickly located the most
sensitive spot.
"Oooooo," Colleen moaned as she felt the warmth of a
lover's hand against her mound.
Margaret took encouragement from the sound and pulled
down the sides of the panties, revealing the tightly
trimmed prize beneath it. It was a sharp contrast to her
own, which she had let grow wild since she'd put aside
her army greens.
Colleen watched with anticipation as Margaret ran her
index finger up and down the length of her brown haired
sex, sending small ripples radiating outward. Her finger
pressed deeper, sliding inside Colleen and caressing the
wet walls within. An touch that caused the Lieutenant's
moans to grow louder and more frequent.
A second finger, then a third joined the first and
Margaret thrust them deep into the wetness. Colleen's
moans now came from deep within as she felt her sex
pressing around the probing digits, which were now moving
in and out of her with increasing speed. It didn't take
long for the touch of experience to bring on the onset of
a small, but highly pleasurable orgasm.
"Mother of God," Colleen gasped as she felt the strength
fade from her legs, calling on an invocation that she was
certain the Sisters in her parish school would've
considered blasphemous.
Then again, she'd always had a few doubts of her own
about the Sisters and their constant entreaties against
the sins of self-abuse. Especially after the teenage girl
had sampled them for herself and couldn't understand how
any woman, and they were simply women beneath their
habits, could not enjoy what was certainly a gift from
God.
"Feeling more relaxed now?" Margaret asked as she
withdrew her now saturated fingers, taking a moment to
bring them to her mouth and greedily lick them clean.
"More than relaxed," Colleen answered as she took a deep
breath and regained her equilibrium. The brief climax had
done more to loosen her up than all of the alcohol she'd
consumed over the last few hours.
"Good. I was afraid that you might be a little nervous,"
Margaret said as she rose to her feet as well. "Now we
can take our time and have some real fun."
Despite her desire to again sample the wonders of being
with a woman, Colleen had also felt a certain degree of
anxiousness about it as well. She hadn't realized that it
had been apparent enough for Margaret to pick up on it.
Still, she could hardly find complaint with the older
woman's method of dealing with her hesitancy.
-=-=-=-
Margaret stepped back from Colleen and pulled off her
slacks, leaving her in just bra and panties. She moved
back into Colleen's arms and invited her to explore her
body at her leisure.
Colleen took her up on the invitation and placed her
palms on the bare parts of Margaret's breasts, caressing
the warm skin with her outstretched fingers. They slid
inside the hemispheres of her black bra and pressed the
hard flesh of her areola. Margaret responded to the more
intimate touch with soft moans of her own.
Moans that grew louder as the blonde placed her own hands
on top of Colleen's and pressed them even harder against
her mounds. She did this a second time, until the younger
woman began to do it on her own. Her hands now free,
Margaret reached behind her back and undid the clasp of
her bra, giving Colleen full access to her endowments.
Access she was quick to take advantage of as the brunette
tilted her head downward and kissed Margaret's breast,
running her tongue across the dark pink disks. Margaret
purred in response to the trail of wetness on her skin.
Not wanting to rush, Colleen darted her tongue to and
fro, tracing concentric circles around the rigid nipples.
She tickled it with the tip of her tongue one last time,
then glided it between her lips.
Margaret held Colleen's head in place, running her
fingers through her short regulation style hair. She felt
an excitement that only a woman suckling at her breast
could produce. One surpassed by only one other activity,
which she was sure she would also be enjoying before the
night was over.
"Am I doing this okay?" Colleen asked as she lifted her
mouth from Margaret's bounty and moved to sample its
twin.
"Colleen love, you're doing it fabulously," Margaret
complimented her as she felt the pleasing wetness of her
mouth engulf her other mound.
Margaret stood there enjoying Colleen's tongue play. She
thanked whatever fates had prompted her to stop in the
bar for a drink earlier and then decide to compliment the
young Lieutenant on her presentation at the seminar.
Unable to wait any longer to sample Colleen's own charms,
Margaret undid her bra as well and reached out with her
hands to grasp the younger woman's breasts. They were
smaller than hers but no less responsive. A fact further
validated when she replaced the touch of her hands with
that of her mouth.
Colleen was in heaven as Margaret brought her not
inconsiderable skill into play. As she had learned from
K.C. and Wayloo, few men really took the time to
appreciate a woman's breasts like another woman did. They
always seemed to be just a quick stop on their way to
their more immediate goals. Thinking of her two previous
female lovers, Colleen was reminded of what else men
usually never spent enough time concentrating on, if at
all. She was sure that wouldn't be a problem with
Margaret, not if she was any judge of the woman into
whose arms she had given herself.
Almost as if she was reading her mind, Margaret eased
Colleen back onto the couch and climbed down between her
legs. She lifted the brunette's legs up onto the
cushions, spreading them apart wide enough to give her
the fullest access to her womanhood.
"Blessed Mother," Colleen said under her breath as she
felt the first touch of Margaret's tongue against her
clitoris, thinking for a moment that she really had to
address the phrases that she seemed to cry out during
sex.
A thought that only lasted a second as that was followed
by a second and third touch, each causing her to shiver
with lustful delight.
"God yes," Colleen cried out louder this time as she
arched her head and shoulders back on the couch and felt
repeated waves of pleasure wash over her. "Lick me, lick
my pussy!"
At least, a small part of her mind told herself, that
seemed at least a little more appropriate to the
situation.
Not that Margaret needed the slightest bit of
encouragement as once she had sampled the younger woman's
honey, she had no intention of stopping until she had
brought her to an even greater orgasm than before. She
lapped at the excited clit yet again, moving her tongue
deeply inside Colleen.
Margaret felt Colleen's body responding to her labors,
filling with the fires that line the road to orgasm.
Glancing upward from her efforts for a heartbeat, she saw
the look of joy on Colleen's face as she added to her
pleasure by playing with her own breasts. Her head tossed
back and forth as she moaned, riding each new cascading
wave as it passed through her.
Even as she continued to bring Colleen to the brink of
orgasm, Margaret had moved to ensure her own pleasures as
well. With the fingers of one hand ensuring her access to
Colleen's pearl, the older blonde had moved the other
down inside her panties. Deft fingers and an intimate
knowledge of her own body had allowed her to quickly
catch up with the woman she was gratifying, so that they
both now teetered on the edge of orgasm.
An edge they didn't pause long at as the fires within
each erupted into raging infernos a short time later.
With soft sighs that gave way to loud cries, Colleen
climaxed first, treating Margaret once more to the nectar
of her orgasm. A banquet the sweetness of which she had
only tasted a glimmer of before.
"Yes, yes, oh yes..." Colleen kept repeating as she
surrendered to the erotic energies ripping through her
body.
The quaking force of her orgasm was just what Margaret
needed to put herself over the edge, triggering an
eruption almost as pleasing as the one she had given
Colleen. Yet, as her own body shook with the most valued
aspect of womanhood, she never stopped trying to please
Colleen, even after she could feel the younger woman's
body grow limp against her as her second orgasm of the
night left her drained.
-=-=-=-
But not so drained that Colleen was ready to call it a
night. Not when she had yet to please Margaret in the way
she had been pleased. If only to show how much she
herself had enjoyed what they had shared so far.
"Just give me a minute or two to catch my breath,"
Colleen said.
"There's no reason why we can't take a little break,"
Margaret smiled as she moved back onto the couch and sat
next to Colleen, giving her a brief kiss. "After all, we
do have all night, unless of course you have other
plans?"
"None at all," Colleen smiled in return.
"Good," the blonde replied, thinking that she would've
been so disappointed if that answer had been yes.
"So tell me more about the people you work with,"
Margaret suggested, thinking that she could use a little
time to recoup her strength as well.
"I'm not sure where to start," Colleen said, taking a
deep breath and realizing that she hadn't even thought of
China Beach in the last few hours. Something she normally
had never been able to do.
So she thought back to what she had already told Margaret
back in the bar, about Dr. Richard, and then told her
about Beckett and Boonie, and of course Dodger. The
people that made life in the middle of all that insanity
bearable. Well, maybe not just them.
In the wake of what they had just shared, Colleen also
told her about K.C. and Wayloo. Margaret listened
intently, thinking back to her own MASH days and some of
the nurses on her staff. How she wished she could've
shared more with some of them.
"It seems that every hospital has their own cast of
characters," Margaret commented to change the subject,
telling Colleen about Trapper John and Radar O'Reilly,
Father Mulcahy and of course B.J. Hunnicutt.
"B.J.?" Colleen laughed, thinking that was a loaded
nickname if she ever heard one.
"Luckily, the initials didn't really have the same
meaning back then as they do now," Margaret laughed.
"Well at least you had good CO's," Colleen said,
referring to Colonels Blake and Potter who Margaret had
mentioned down in the bar. "I'm stuck with Major Garreau.
God, she can be a bitch at times."
"Would that be Lila Garreau?" Margaret asked, making a
connection she hadn't made when Colleen had mentioned her
before.
"Yeah, do you know her?" Colleen asked, thinking that the
retired Colonel might indeed know her since they were
both regular army. If so, she hoped she hadn't just
insulted a friend of hers.
"I think I do," Margaret replied as she described the
woman she had know when she was a Lieutenant and Colleen
matched it to the older version that was now a Major.
"Oh I remember her now," Margaret grinned. "In a lot of
ways she reminded me of myself at that age. You might not
believe it to look at me now, but there was a time when I
was a do it by the book regular army clown, as Hawkeye
liked to describe me. Thankfully, I eventually grew out
of it. Evidently, Lila never has."
"I was worried for a minute that she might be a friend of
yours," Colleen admitted.
"Actually, there was a night that we almost were friends,
or a little more than that," Margaret admitted. "Right
after the armistice, I pulled temporary duty over at
another unit and it had been non-stop casualties for a
while. Fighting had gone on just about to the last hour
of the war. When it was finally over, Lila and I got
pretty drunk. She was, I decided, a woman who desperately
needed to get laid and she was quite attractive back
then. Luckily, drunk as I was, I was still clear headed
enough to realize that she was also the type who would
probably feel the need to report what happened between us
despite what it would've done to both our careers."
"That sounds like Lila," Colleen said, then thought that
maybe she was selling her CO short. After all, it wasn't
like she gave her the benefit of the doubt that much.
Also, if she hadn't sent her to the medical conference,
she never would've met Margaret.
"And speaking of a woman who desperately needs to get
laid," Margaret laughed, "it just occurred to me that why
are we still fumbling around on this couch when there's a
very nice bed in just the next room?"
Colleen looked at Margaret and realized that talk time
was now over. Taking her hand, she got up from the couch
and the two of them headed for the more comfortable
settings only a dozen feet away.
-=-=-=-
The bed in question was typical hotel fare, but neither
woman would've cared if it was a folding army cot.
Margaret climbed onto the center of it, with Colleen
right behind her. Their bodies pressed together as they
again shared kisses and gentle caresses.
Climbing on top, Colleen pressed her tongue deep into the
Margaret's mouth, causing the older woman to respond in
kind. Shifting her body back and forth, the brunette
rubbed it against that of the woman beneath her.
Nipples brushed against nipples, creating little
electrical sparks that could be felt down to their cores.
Colleen slid her bare thigh between Margaret's legs and
rubbed up against her still cloth covered mound. Margaret
responded with a long, deep moan as the younger nurse
pressed her leg ever harder against her.
She could feel the wetness of Margaret's mound against
her skin, the natural lubricant letting her move even
harder and faster. They rocked back and forth as the
blonde duplicated her action and placed her own leg
against Colleen's bare sex. In no time they matched each
other's pace, fucking each other furiously, losing
themselves in the depths of desire.
Even as they swayed back and forth against each other,
Colleen moved her head down between Margaret's capacious
mounds. She covered them with wanton kisses, taking the
pert nipples into her mouth and playing with them with
her tongue.
Sweat covered both their bodies as their hearts raced
with excitement. Primed from their earlier endeavors,
despite the short rest, it didn't take much to set the
both of them off once more. Both nurses climaxed within
heartbeats of the other, grasping tightly against the
other and shouting their gratification loud enough for
all the world, or at least Tokyo to hear.
It took what seemed like forever for the billows of
passion to finally subside, but as they did, Colleen
collapsed limply onto Margaret's hot, sweaty body. She
kissed the older woman tenderly and whispered the most
wonderful words Margaret had heard in a quite a while.
"One more time," she'd said.
Margaret answered with a smile and a deep sigh of
appreciation. Colleen wasted no time and began to wetly
kiss her way down the rest of Margaret's soft, bare skin.
Her hand led the way as it preceded her to her goal,
coming to rest between the blonde's outstretched legs.
Her fingers brushed against the soaked thin material of
her lover's panties, outlining a stain rich enough to be
seen against the dark fabric.
Her head caught up to her hand and she kissed the center
of the wetness, inhaling deeply of the natural perfume,
feeling an erotic rush as it overpowered her senses.
Colleen pulled down the delicate undergarment, taking
care not to tear them as she did. As she lifted herself
just high enough to let the brunette accomplish her task,
Margaret couldn't have cared if the expensive panties had
been ripped to shreds.
Unlike her own mound, and those of K.C. and Wayloo, which
they all kept tightly trimmed for hygienic reasons in the
jungles of Southeast Asia, Margaret had let hers grow
wild into a tangle of mixed colored hairs. Some were as
dark as Colleen's own, the rest of mixture of gray and
white. The former Army Colonel was not a natural blonde,
an observation that only lasted less than half a second
before it was tossed aside along with the panties.
Of her previous two female encounters, Colleen had only
performed oral sex during the latter. K.C. had been
satisfied with just bringing Colleen off with her fingers
and tongue and hadn't felt the need for reciprocation.
Still, despite her lack of experience, she didn't
hesitate a moment as Margaret shifted her body to give
her even easier access to her mound.
Following a pattern she had worked out in her head during
countless nights after her encounter with Wayloo, Colleen
pushed two fingers into Margaret and reached out with her
tongue at the same time, quickly placing it against the
base of the older woman's excited clitoris. She ran the
tip of her appendage back and forth across Margaret's
button, tickling the pink flesh around it before closing
her lips around it and pulling it into her mouth.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Margaret gasped with short
breaths as a new orgasm seemed to suddenly pick up where
the last had just left off.
Filled with enthusiasm, Colleen went at her task with the
same dedication that she normally reserved for the
operating room. Her tongue moved back and forth, in and
out, keeping time with her fingers and the movements of
her fingers and her lips. each motion adding to the
erotic tremors ripping across Margaret's body.
Jump-started by her previous climax, Margaret again
entered the realms of Eros with an intensity long missed.
It was a journey that would be long remembered.
As Margaret had done earlier, Colleen didn't stop until
long after the body of her lover had come to rest. Then
she lifted herself up next to Margaret on the bed and
sought out her mouth with her own for one last kiss.
"You have such hot lips," Colleen said as she broke the
kiss and collapsed next to Margaret's body.
"What?" Margaret asked, only having heard part of what
Colleen had said clearly.
"It's nothing, just something that popped into my head,"
Colleen said as she rested her head on Margaret's breast.
"I was just thinking that you have such hot lips."
"Which ones?" Margaret grinned.
"I think that would be hard to choose," Colleen grinned
back, her eyes now closed as she enjoyed the fading
warmth of the woman's body against hers.
"Yeah, that's me," Margaret smiled as she closed her own
eyes and old memories mixed with the new, "Hot Lips
Houlihan."
As both of them drifted into a now much needed slumber,
their last conscious thoughts were the same. They still
had another day and a half before either of them had to
face the world outside again, and if there was anything
either of them had learned in the Military, that could be
a lifetime.
END
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