Don't Ask, Don't Tell

By S.K. Allen

Angel Major is a tough as nails drill sergeant. Jamie Jackson is a new recruit with a secret in the age of Don't ask, Don't tell. Jamie is struck by her Drill sergeant and they form a bond that could get them Court Marshalled

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781105942051

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Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

S.K. Allen

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Copyright 2014 S.K. Allen * Copyright 2005 Print Edition

Chapter 1--- Is this Love?

As the dark haired woman stepped out of the shower, she sensed him. She knew he was near.  She did not understand it, but there was something about him that unsettled her.

Her tall, lean form was quickly covered in a plain white terry cloth bathrobe then she walked into her bedroom and saw the headlights of his car as he pulled into her driveway.  He had been away most of the week on leave, and now he was back. She felt an uneasiness come over her yet she smiled. She walked out to her living room, walking around her Government Issue furnishings. 

Just as he’d reached for the door, she opened it.  His dark eyes searched her pale blue orbs then he smiled slyly and drew her ardently into his arms. He kissed her passionately as he closed the door behind him.  The man inhaled deeply and smelled her fresh scent and deduced that only the bathrobe separated him from her naked body.

The woman let herself get carried off into her bedroom and be placed gently on her freshly changed bed. They did this dance without a word, or eye contact, as he pulled at the belt of her bathrobe and eased it open. He ran his hand along the slight curve of her hips, up to her waist, then over her right breast and back.

The woman suddenly felt ill at ease.  Something was not right with this situation, but she missed his physical body terribly, so she danced the dance. He usually did so much for her by just being there, but now she counted on her libido to pull through. She thought it was maybe that he was coming on too strong, though strong is how she usually liked it. Maybe, she thought that if she kept on going, she would forget about it.

His strong masculine hands explored her body.  The man loomed over her taking in the sight of her, the scent of her. ‘She is so beautiful, and she is all mine.’ He thought as he bent down to take a nipple into his mouth.  He parted her legs and touched her center, which made her shiver involuntarily. He took this as a sign of her readiness.

She, However, was far from ready. He started to unbuckle his belt as she watched him with a raised brow. ‘Moron,’ she thought, as she got even more uninterested. When he was fully unclothed, he pulled her close with a deep kiss

He entered her, and with a groan of discomfort, she shifted herself wondering why she should even bother to endure the assault. This was all about him, and his need.  Where did she fit in?  She turned her head to look into his eyes, and in that instant she had made a decision. ‘Oh Hell no, Not tonight buddy, you’re not using me tonight.’ she’d grown tired of him, and pushed him away. Wha'? The man asked as she pushed.

Go home. I have to wake up early tomorrow and I’m tired. she stated bluntly as she rolled out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe.

What? You sound like you have some other guy coming or something. he said as he quickly pulled on his pants. He was unsatisfied and ready to explode. A bit irritated, he stumbled after her.  Hoping to convince her, in a not so effective way, to let him back in her bed.

That's not my style, she said as she walked into the living room and towards the front door. See you on Friday, I have CQ tomorrow. The woman opened the door grateful that he was allowing her to back out of this without much of a fight.

All right... He kissed her softly and pulled on his shirt. Friday. Then he walked out into the night.

After locking the door behind her, the tall dark haired woman walked back into the bathroom and took another shower. She had to wash the fowl feeling away.  That was the point she decided that enough was enough.  Handsome or not, Lou had to go.

He hadn't even said a word to her before he laid a hand on her.  Who does he think he is?  She asked herself as she stripped her bed sheets once again.  Their mingled scent was faintly present there.  Filthy disgusting pig.  She added finishing off.

She went to the kitchen to grab some ice cream, and thought the better of it.  Idiot, why did I even let myself get that far into the process in the first place. With a scowl she turned back to her bedroom and slipped into bed. As she thought about it, and berated herself, she drifted off to fitful sleep.

♀

Lou climbed into his car and angrily slammed the door behind him. What the hell does she think she is doing teasing me like that? he growled as he sped off down the road. You aren't gonna push me away too.  I’m not letting you go just like that. he vowed to himself that history would not repeat itself again.

It all started when he was too young to understand why his mother had left him and his father for that man. For some nigger. A low down, no good, no account nigger.  That was what his father would call him.

He was only five years old when it happened. His father would tell him it was entirely his fault. If he weren’t the way he was, his mother wouldn't have left. He wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.  Angel would belong to him forever. 

Chapter 2--- Reason to Leave

During the party, a petite blond of about 5' 5" walked into a bedroom, easing herself down onto the waterbed. The waves rocking her gently reminded her that comfort would be a rarity for her in the coming months.  This would be the last time, for a long time that she would lay on this bed.  She wished that there wasn't a party going on outside of that room. She'd rather have her red-haired fireball all to herself.  She wished to just lay with her, holding her tightly.

The bedroom door opened and she looked up and smiled. There was an even more petite woman standing there. Her fiery red tresses framed her face beautifully. Hey beautiful, the red head whispered. Light up? she added holding up a joint

Why nurse Hansen... don’t you have to work tomorrow?  The blond sat up with fake shock, then a sly smirk and ran fingers through her long strawberry blond tresses.

I won't be high by then... besides, this is my gift to you. The Army will make sure you don’t get anymore, so enjoy your last. the shorter woman said as she made her way to the waterbed. The redhead sat by the blond and handed her the joint. As she took out a lighter she said, I like the way you do me when you're high... you're so much fun.

The blond smiled and returned the joint to her. No thanks, I have to take another piss test and I am not getting bumped off the service for this. She reached for her beer and took a deep swallow. ‘Did she just call me a dead fish?’ the blonde thought a bit annoyed as she drank.  Putting it out of her mind she leaned forward for a kiss.  Forget pot, sex was what she was really gonna miss.  Where she was going she was going to be hard pressed for a willing party of her orientation.

She moved to straddle the redhead's lap as she kissed her.  Soon, their clothes were completely removed. They made love to each other for hours on end. As the party died down, many had joined them in the room to do their own thing. They didn’t care, no one would remember the next day anyway.

It was about 4:30 in the morning when the blond felt clear headed enough to go home. She looked around the room at the scattered bodies, then at the red head sleeping in the crook of her arm. She kissed her eyelids gently, and slid out of the bed, nearly stepping on someone's head.

She yanked her clothes out from under some people and dressed on her way out of the apartment. She sat on the hood of her 1996 blue Corolla and pulled on her sneakers, then climbed into her car. As she drove home, she felt a bit uncertain about her relationship with the shorter woman. Something was missing, but she didn't know what, or why. She wondered to herself if she would still be there when she came home.

Chapter 3--- Good-byes

The graduation ceremony was executed beautifully. The pass and review, which is a parade to present the soldiers to their commander, showed the discipline the new Privates had gained since they had first started only eight weeks before. All around the barracks now, there were proud parents.  Staff Sergeant Major couldn't help but feel proud of the Privates either. It had been a long, hard cycle for the soldiers and they’d need all the confidence for their next task.

Major walked inside the building, taking off her drill sergeant’s hat and heading towards the CQ office. She sat behind the desk with a sigh; it was her turn to pull the all-nighter this time. She turned to face the window, watching the other drill sergeants being introduced to various parents.

Uh, sergeant. Major? She heard the masculine voice from behind her. She turned to face a tall, handsome private of about 19 years of age. Beside him was a beautiful woman that stood about a foot and a half shorter. They both had the same facial features only his were more masculine. Their skin was the color of cinnamon, and they both had a shapely African-American nose. The soldier looked dapper in his newly acquired Class A uniform and shined shoes. His mother was no slacker, with a nice tailored suit. Her hair was arranged in the most intricate fashion of waves framing her face nicely.

Hey Bond, what's up? she said with a smile as she stood for the inevitable greeting of family.

I wanted you to meet my mom and everything. Mom, this is Sarge Major, my drill sarge. He gestured toward the standing staff sergeant with a sweep of his arm.

Goodness I don’t know weather to salute or what... Shouldn’t you salute Christian? Mrs. Bond asked of her son.

No Mamma, You don’t salute indoors. Private Bond answered respectfully.  Major smiled at the comment and extended a hand.

And you don’t salute mere sergeants either.  Hello... Nice to finally meet you.  Major added shaking Mrs. Bond’s hand.

Ebony Bond, I'm so glad to finally meet you. I wanted to thank you for all you did for us when I was sick back home.

I did nothing really, he had a right to go.   I know how hard it is to lose family and he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself had he stayed and something really terrible had happened to you, Major answered the woman.

Mrs. Bond had raised Pvt. Bond alone, since her husband had passed. The second week of training, The Company had been informed that she’d a heart attack and was to have a triple bypass. Bond was flown back home, and he stayed until he was assured that she would be all right.  

Mrs. Bond healed fast, and within 6 weeks, Pvt. Bond was back in training, The delay caused him to be unable to graduate with his peers the first cycle so this was his second cycle in Ft. Leonard Wood. Today was  his graduation day, and his mother couldn't be prouder.

When they turned to leave, the drill Sergeant sat back down in her chair then called out to the soldier. Hey Bond... Glad to have you in the ranks... Bond smiled and headed out.

♀

Bye Mom. I'll miss you, Jamie said as she hugged her mother tightly.

Jamie was at the gate of her flight which was now boarding, at Baltimore- Washington International Airport, other wise known as BWI.

All right sweetheart, I'll miss you too, her mother answered giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Jamie ran fingers through her long strawberry blond hair then turned to hug her little brother, which already towered over her 5'5 frame. Bye Sean. I'll write."

Cool... be all that you can be J, he answered and hugged her back uncomfortably.

She rolled her eyes at his corny comment, then turned to her father and hugged him too. Bye Daddy. It was always hard to say good-bye to him.   Jamie and her father had always been close.  He had been in the navy when she was growing up, and having him leave for so long so often, made them inseparable when he was around.  He had not at first liked her decision to join the military, but he supported her one hundred percent.

I love you sweetheart... and I know you'll do your old man proud. He smiled his winning smile and patted her back. Go now, the flight's waiting.  He stated holding back some tears of his own.

Jamie nodded and walked off toward the group of new privates that were boarding their flight to St. Louis, Missouri. Pvt. Jackson, that's who I am from now on. She thought as she waited.

Jamie knew that she had opted for the Army Reserves for lack of anything better to do.  Her mother had been rattling on about her wasting her time and life away.  She graduated high school and immediately went to a community college. She took frivolous classes and was still a mediocre student. She just didn’t care. After she received her associate degree, she just laid around doing nothing. Lots of parties, some pot, and even more women.

Then her girlfriend started in on her. Shannon was her name, the only person she knew that was shorter than she was. Shannon was a fiery red head that overwhelmed her at every turn. Shannon was also a nurse at Children's Hospital and very dedicated. She came home every evening and told Jamie stories that intrigued her. So on her 24th birthday, she drove herself to a recruiter's office. She wanted something that she could use to get financial support for a real education. When she looked at her options, she chose the medical field.  The career path she’d chosen for herself 91C. Civilian translation: LPN.

Hey. Jamie heard a feminine voice coming from behind her, It's gonna be cool, you'll see. Jamie didn’t know if the comment was for her benefit, or for the young girl of about 18 years old which had said it.  She had short brown hair and an athletic build. She was only slightly taller than Jamie and had a friendly smile. Jamie supposed the girl was cute.

I hope so... I just feel like I am giving up so much.  Jamie said smiling back at her.   She then turned her attention back to the gate and handed over the boarding pass the recruiter had given her.

She slowly boarded the plane and looked for her seat.   It was medium sized with three seats on either sides of the isle.  As it turned out, the young girl from before was sitting beside her. I'm so glad I have the isle, Jamie said once they had settled. By the way, I'm Jamie.

Sarah... I hope we are in the same company so we can hang with at least one person we know, Sarah answered her. They continued talking throughout the flight. They talked about their concerns and families, and about the humiliation of the physical exam the day before. They were fast friends by the time the plane landed.

After they got to the USO, The recruits waited for the drill sergeants to come for them. They gathered their bags and sat around waiting for forty-five minutes.

When their escorts finally came through, that was when the shock first hit. This ain't no summer vacation Privates this is hell. Carry your bags and get in formation. Let’s go, let’s go, lets go! Sergeant Savage yelled at them.

Jamie cringed and moved to pick up her gym bag; glad it was the only bag she had brought. She saw a few other women struggle with suitcases and other carry-on bags. There were a few more rounds of yelling and then they boarded a bus for a two-hour ride to Ft. Leonard Wood. Jamie sat next to Sarah, but she went right to sleep as the bus pulled out. Jamie tried to see the city, or as much as she could see of it until her eyes closed as well.

It was only 9 p.m., but to Jamie it felt like midnight, when they finally arrived at the reception center of Ft. Leonard Wood. The sergeants stood and started yelling again. All right Privates listen and listen good. We are gonna evacuate this bus and it better be done in less than 15 seconds. We start with the front, you get down, run, pickup your bags and line up at the door, you got that? There was no answer. I said, did you get that?

Yes sergeant! they responded in unison, then he started the count. Everyone scrambled; they had no time to think. Jamie jumped out of her seat when it was her turn, and ran out of the bus hefting her bag and heading for the line.

That was too slow Privates, too slow.  Savage said curtly.  He lectured on the importance of being prompt during basic training.  He filed the group into the building and led them to a classroom where, they were given more paperwork to fill out. Jamie was tired and couldn't wait until they showed her to a bed or cot or something. After all that was done, they filed out and went into a formation on the blacktop behind the building. There they stood; all of them scared, standing in four neat rows looking like dominoes waiting to get tipped over. All right Privates, you’re gonna sound off and sound off loud, came the voice of a new drill sergeant that had taken over the group. Platoon, attention! Right face! Forward maaarrch! he began singing his cadence.

I don't know why I left.

But I left on my own

And it won't be long

‘Till I get on back home

Dress it right and cover down

40 inches all around

And it won’t be long

‘Till I get on back home.

As she marched, Jamie thought; ‘this isn't so bad, is this all there is?’ But this was only the beginning.  He finally stopped marching them around and gave the instructions as to what would happen the next day. Jamie went into the barrack and took a bottom bunk. Too exhausted for anything, she just took a shower and went straight to bed. God only knew what they might have in store for her