5 comments/ 8223 views/ 6 favorites Finding Peace By: evaa Waking up to the joys of another long, frustrating day at the post office was not how Ciaran had foreseen his life turning out after graduation. A recent graduate with master's degree in Classics he had envisioned a life of intellectual pursuit, one where he could spend his days sitting in a small office in a university somewhere delving into the secrets of the past. Instead, he found himself the supervisor of the local university post office, a place full of students and professors, international families and all those whom he had come to hate. This hatred stemmed primarily from the desire to escape, he hated seeing the people that he had taught and who had taught him on a daily basis, it was almost as if they were all players in a game that contrived to humiliate him consistently. The bus rides in the mornings were the worst, he wished that the bus would break down and he could ring to say that he would not be in until later. There was always the hope of something changing, one morning he had even invented a plumbing disaster just to stay at home for the morning. Ciaran was a dreamer, a romantic, he longed to meet someone and be swept away from his own personal hell. This of course was rather difficult given that he was painfully shy around people he did not know and terrified of rejection. Growing up, he had always meant to indulge in the wild nights and brief but intense flings that his friends talked about but it never seemed to happen. His one lasting relationship during his college years, if it could even be called a relationship was more of advertisement for emotional abuse. He was left with a broken heart and a constant reminder of Jay in the form of herpes. While for many this would not necessitate abstinence, for Ciaran it was just another reason to shut himself away. He had a hard enough time opening up as it was without adding the certainty of rejection. He felt dirty and ashamed every time he thought about it until it became so huge that he wanted to scream every time he thought about it. What good was putting yourself out there and trusting someone if they used you and left you broken. He wondered why it had to happen to him when he thought of the conversations he had had with Aidan, his best friend, who seemed to fall from one bed into another without any adverse effects. He went home with someone new every weekend, sometimes too drunk to remember to use condoms but smirking as he recounted the details for Ciaran at their weekly Sunday brunch. "God it was great. We almost broke the bed this time. He fucked me for two hours solid I swear. You really need to get laid Ciaran then we could talk about your nights as well as mine. Nobody gives a shit about herpes and it's not as if you have to tell them anyway! Just tell them that you just wanna fuck-skip all the foreplay." But Ciaran didn't want a mindless faceless fuck on a Saturday night. He wanted someone who would cuddle him at night, cheer him up on days like today when it seemed as though everything was wrong. He wanted someone to take control, be assertive with him. Ciaran didn't know how to pick someone up or want to take the lead in bed. He yearned for someone to look at him and see that. Of course he knew that if he said this to Aidan he would find himself in the nearest and kinkiest bar his friend could find. But he wasn't looking for straight up BDSM. He had no interest in whips and chains, or any of that kind of kink. He wanted someone who would take control and tell him what to do, how to please him, instruct him on blowjobs and not just shove his dick into his mouth and expect him to automatically know how to deep throat. Not everyone is born without a gag reflex! He wanted someone to hold him down and fuck him hard all night but hold him tight afterwards. It sounded simple enough but for someone who couldn't even bring himself to have a conversation with anyone remotely interested it was almost an insurmountable task. The sunlight streamed weakly through the window, bouncing off Ciaran's glasses as he stared out of the window of the bus. The weather seemed to match his mood. Grey clouds seemed intent on blotting out all traces of the sun bringing with them the smell of a storm. Ciaran felt that it was almost appropriate that the weather should match his mood. There was nothing worse than feeling like shit when the sun was shining; it was almost like nature itself was mocking him. As the bus pulled into his stop, he tried to reign in all the bitterness and plaster a smile onto his face. The students need you to be excited about the material. No one wants to pay a tutor who doesn't want to be there. Pull yourself together and get on with it. He had been working part time as a tutor to supplement the income from the post office. The money was good and it was an easy two hours of work. Most of the time Ciaran didn't even have to think much about the novels they studied but it did give him some satisfaction to be using the knowledge he had gained over the course of his degree. It was better than the mindless work in the post office. Lately, it was less mindless, thanks in large part to Todd the guy who picked up the afternoon mail. Ciaran liked to think that if tall, dark and handsome had a form it would be Todd. In fact, it seemed that everything stopped at three when he came in to drop off the mail. Well, at least it did for him; Todd never seemed to pay much attention to anyone there. The walk to Tony's house seemed shorter than normal, probably because he had spent most of that time in a daze thinking about Todd. He imagined what he would say if they ever had more than a two minute exchange about which boxes were going out and which were staying. He was positive Todd was straight. He always seemed so focussed on getting in and out, so decisive, and so masculine. He was over 6 foot, well built like someone who worked out a lot and kept fit. He seemed like the type of person that got things done. Ciaran wondered if he liked his job or if he hated it and that was why he was so taciturn all the time. As he approached Tony's door he decided that tomorrow was the day he would take that first step. He was going to have a conversation with Todd. Finding Peace After War It was late April 2002 when the ship pulled in and it marked the end of Amanda's first tour. She was glad to be back in San Diego, but she had lots of fond memories of this trip and what it would mean for the rest of her life. She packed a backpack with a few items as she planned on staying at a hotel for the next two weeks, except for when she would have duty. She, like the rest of the females in berthing, changed from their uniforms and put on civilian clothes to go out on liberty. Some of the girls were going on leave so they had more to pack and were taking up a lot of passageway space so Amanda had to stay towards the back of the group, but still managed to make do with the girls talking about what they were going to do while on leave or just their days of liberty. Amanda knew only what she was going to do with today and then play it by ear for the next couple after that as she would have to come back to the ship for duty. "Amanda, what are you doing today?" asked one of Amanda's new friends. "Oh, Melody, I'm just going to go to my room and finally get some rest instead of having to worry about watch or equipment breaking down. Yourself?" "I'm going home, hit up a few clubs. I had fun overseas, but I'll be glad to be back home. There are some good men there." "I'm sure there are." Amanda had first met Melody before hitting Hong Kong. They were acquaintances in berthing, but thought it would be okay to get a two bedroom suite. Then she knew Melody only as CS2 Byers but really wanted to know the young woman better so that she could have a friend on the ship and not just shipmates. She hoped that once this month was over that the two of them could hit the town together and who knows maybe even become roommates. "Liberty call," a male voice said over the intercom system and the girls stampede through the door and head up the two flights of stairs. On the second deck, some of the males start to head out too, making it harder for them all to start their trip up to the quarterdeck. Amanda was worried about the items in her pack getting smashed or broken, but all she knew was that she had to get off this ship as soon as possible. When she got up to the main level she watched as one by one the officer of the deck saluted each member of the crew to go ashore and knew that soon it would be her turn. She took her pack off to reach into the smaller pouch to get her wallet out so she wouldn't have to fish it out when it was her turn to request permission. She stopped and saluted the flag and then turned to the officer of the deck, whom she recognized as a chief from some other division. "Permission to go ashore?" she asked as she held up her ID. "Permission granted," he said, returning both of her salutes. As she crossed the gangplank she had a huge smile on her face and remembered the day that she signed up for that hotel room with Melody. It was, after all, that day that brought this current excitement to her now and ultimately led to her to her purchase. Her car was still back home in Arizona, so she would have to rely on public transportation until she went home in a couple of weeks. There was a trolley station just outside the gate, so she was glad that soon she'd be able to sit down as it was a long walk from the pier to the gate. When she got to the station, she saw people not just from her ship, but from others as well. She looked around at them all, especially the men as she liked to look at them and maybe use them in her fantasies later. She sat down and placed her backpack next to her and waited for the trolley. Butterflies filled her stomach as she waited for the red trolley to show up. She didn't know why she was nervous as it wasn't like she was meeting someone or going to a shady part of San Diego; she was just going to go to a hotel room by herself for the next couple of days. Two guys came towards her. She recognized one of them from her division, but the other guy she didn't know. "Hey there, ET3 Prescott, I'd like you to meet my friend Ryan. He and I went to school together." She reached her hand out. "It's Amanda. Nice to meet you, Ryan." She looked both men over. She knew ET2 Thornton already and has thought of him multiple times while in the shower or in her rack, but she'd never let him know that. ET2, or how his friends called him Aaron, had short blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He liked to work out on the weight deck and loved to wear shorts and tank tops while he did so, allowing his muscular body to be seen by any who walked by. Amanda would sometimes just make trips across the weight deck just to watch him lift weights. Ryan on the other hand looked like he hit the weight deck as well, but he had his form well-concealed by his jeans and long-sleeved shirt. She admired Ryan's brown eyes and dark hair. She had short black hair too, only hers was able to go a bit longer than Ryan's. "Well, I'm glad to see that it's possible to keep friends here as long as you two have." "Yeah, it's possible. Didn't you make friends on this last pac?" "Yeah, but I'm guessing she's on a flight right now going to Michigan." "Where you heading?" Aaron asked. "I'm going to a hotel." "Yeah, Ryan and I are just going to get our cars out of the storage and then get to our apartment." "You guys roommates?" "Yeah, and we make good money since we both get BAH. You should come by sometime when we have divisional barbecues." "I'd like that." She smiled. The trolley showed up and everyone boarded it. Amanda was lucky to have a seat on the trolley as her trip would be a long one. After talking with the two men, her nerves calmed down a bit, even though she knew there was nothing to be nervous about. Ryan and Aaron got off after a couple of stops. Her mind began to wonder about what she'd like those two men to do to her. Amanda was just 22 years old and lived with her mom in Arizona. She loved life there and had a few boyfriends during her time there as well. Then she'd gotten this call for adventure and decided to join the United States Navy, see the world and expand her horizons. After just one tour she already felt that her life was changing from the woman she had been in Arizona. She'd been to other states, and countries. She'd tried new foods and knew that when she got back to Arizona she'd definitely see the world a little differently than she had before she joined. She'd also felt her sexuality change too over these past couple of years too. When she was 19 she'd lost her virginity to a farmhand that worked a farm next door to her home. Amanda had watched him all that summer and fantasized about him. She'd even talked and gotten to know him better when she'd sit in his car and drink a soda. He'd been closer to her than any boyfriend she'd had before or since. Before his time on the farm was done, she had invited him to her room where they kissed and had sex. It was exactly the way she'd always imagined her first time being, as well as every other time after that. But after joining the Navy she had heard so much more about costumes, role-play, and more. These new things began to fill her fantasies as well and her time thinking of Jerry the farmhand changed as well, as she was sure he wouldn't be into the things she was finding that she was into. It wasn't like either of them expected that relationship to last, and by the next summer he'd already had another girl. She didn't become a total slut because of this. She still wanted to be in a relationship before she'd have sex, until then it was just fantasy. The trolley showed up at her stop, announcing Rio Vista as she pushed the button to open the doors. She put her pack on her back as she stepped out onto the platform and began her short trek to her room. Since she was thinking of Jerry, she thought about how much like Ryan he looked. Both of them had tan skin and dark hair and eyes. Maybe she had a type, but she was also attracted to Aaron. She gave a sigh as she remembered the first time she saw Aaron. She arrived at her hotel's front desk. "You have a reservation for Prescott?" The woman behind the desk typed in a few things at her keyboard. "Yes, you'll be in room 303," she said, passing a key card to Amanda. "Just take the elevator to my right and go up to the third floor. It will be the quickest route." Amanda followed the woman's instructions and followed the sign to room 303. She slid her card in the slot and turned the handle to open the door. The room was nothing fancy: a full sized bed to her left and a dresser with a mirror to her right. A TV sat next to the dresser and there were nightstands on both sides of the bed, complete with lamps. The bathroom had white tile and was a bathtub/shower combo, which is common in hotel rooms. She put her bag onto the bed and began laying out her items. At the top of the bag was a brown cardboard box that she placed on the nightstand on the left side of the bed. Next there was a white t-shirt that had been neatly folded in her pack and that she now placed on the left side pillow. A couple of bras and pairs of panties followed, all of them plain, white cotton. Then she pulled out her black and white combination cover which she admired before placing it on the bed. Her white blouse looked like it could use a hot iron on it, but probably the rest of the uniform in the bag would need the same thing. Lastly, she unpacked her black slacks and jacket, with her medals still pinned to it from earlier in the day. Amanda opened the closet, and pulled out the ironing board and took the iron into the bathroom so she could fill it up with water. She placed the iron on the board and plugged it in, waiting for it to warm up so she could iron her uniform. She removed the cover from the bed and placed it on the dresser, looking herself in the mirror. Who was this woman before her, and what brought her here to this room to do this action that she has thought about since that one night in Hong Kong? Maybe it had been brewing in her even before that. ************ Her plane touched down in Japan; she was going to have to catch a COD flight from the navel base nearby. She grabbed her backpack from the overhead compartment and followed the group out of the plane. She found out where to get her sea bag and as she stood there waiting she saw a group of young women standing around wearing what appeared to be school girl uniforms. She had heard about men having a fetish for that type of thing while she was in tech school, but never expected to see women around like that in public. What made them do it? Did it excite them to wear it just as much as it did for men to see them wear it? She'd never viewed the pictures online of women wearing the uniforms and the men enjoying the women in them, so she wondered what was so sexy about the plaid skirts that went down to their knees and their long-sleeved, button-up blouses. Their knee-high socks and black dress shoes didn't seem to add anything to it either. What was wrong with the lacy teddies that she'd seen in many underwear ads as she grew up? As she looked at the group she thought about wearing it herself: a man slowly unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her cleavage, his mouth kissing around her exposed breasts as his hands lifted up her skirt so he could feel her underwear-clad ass. She soon felt herself get wet at these thoughts but knew she had to get her bag and get to the base. She quickly picked up her sea bag and headed to the cabs. She placed her bags in the trunk and got in the back as the man drove her to the base. She was still thinking of the man touching her in that uniform when it finally occurred to her: she loved the idea of being undressed by a man and loved him touching her. When she was with Jerry she undressed herself for him and put on a show to excite him. She loved to strip, but to do it slower than just pulling a shirt up over your head and dropping your shorts to show off a lacy bra and thong combo to a farmhand sounded so much better. She thought back to all the things that she owned and her dress blue uniform popped into her mind as the thing she'd love to strip out of and have stripped off of her. ********** The iron was hot enough and the dark-haired, green-eyed girl looking at her through the mirror broke her gaze and went to the bed to start ironing her uniform out. Amanda took great pride in getting every wrinkle out of the blouse and pants. The jacket didn't have too many and she really didn't want to remove those medals that she had just put on only hours ago. She took a wooden hanger from the closet, hung the items on it and went to the bathroom to draw her a warm bath. The bath water roared when she turned it on, adjusting the knobs to find the appropriate temperature for her bath. Once she felt that she found it she lowered the drain plug, watching as the tub started filling with the warm water. Some light steam started to fog the mirror, but she didn't care about that now. All she wanted to do was just get in that tub and relax her cares away. She looked at herself in the mirror, steam pouring over her and out the open door into the hotel room. She pulled up her lavender colored t-shirt, and looked at her pale white belly before she raised it up higher to show off her cotton bra-covered breasts. As she stood there in the mirror she remembered her first time and being so vulnerable to Jerry, but the look in his eyes had said trust, if not love, so she went further by removing her jeans. Here in the mirror, though, that look was not there so maybe she should just get undressed like she was going to take a bath or shower, like she did many times back home. The idea of stripping slowly was a turn on for her, though but maybe this just wasn't the time or place. Amanda took off her tennis shoes and socks, throwing them onto the tile floor. Feeling the cold tile against her bare feet felt wonderful since during her time on ship her bare feet weren't to touch anything. She unbuttoned her jeans and saw the white panties as the zipper lowered, then she pushed the denim past her thighs and let them fall to her feet. She stepped out of them and headed to the tub to turn the water off. She ran her fingers over the surface of the water and it still felt warm to her. She went to the bedroom, took her razor and shave cream from her backpack and took them to the bathroom where she placed them on the side of the tub. She looked down at her legs and saw the black stubble that had been growing there since they left Australia. She reached around behind her back and removed her cotton bra from her firm round breasts, looking down at them as they parted with the constraint removed. She put the bra on the floor and then removed her cotton panties leaving them on the floor near the tub. One at a time she put her feet into the tub slowly so that she wouldn't slip and she'd be able to lower herself more into the water, letting it cover her nude body. She lowered her head into the water and let her short black hair get wet in the water so that she could remove the grime that the ship's showers may have put in her hair. She closed her eyes and began to relax, letting the bath wash her cares away. She lifted her left leg from the water, hearing the sound of the water's surface tension breaking. She opened her eyes and pumped some of the gel into her hand, rubbing it over the leg. She pressed her foot against the wall and leaned forward to make sure she covered the whole calf. She took her razor and ran it from near her ankle up to her knee, making sure to wash the razor in the tub before taking it back to her leg to remove more of her stubble. She did this till her left calf was hairless then moved to her right, duplicating what she did before. She then stood up so that she could get around her thighs and bikini area She lathered up and moved the razor around her thighs making sure that she got a good clean shave on them; she liked having smooth legs and pussy. She put the cream over the course hair above and around her pussy lips and then stroked the razor over herself very gently, she didn't want to be bare, nor she didn't think many men would; she just wanted a cleaner look. The feeling of the razor going over her sensitive skin was highly erotic to her. Would she let a lover do this for her, she questioned herself, as she began to feel more arousal sweep over her naked wet body, she knew the answer was yes, but only if there was a huge amount of trust in their relationship, more than the trust she held with Jerry. She placed her razor down on the edge of the tub and allowed the water to go down the drain taking with it the foam, hair and dirt from her body. She grabbed a towel from off of the rack and dried her self off. She looked at herself in the mirror again and noticed her trimmed pussy, how the slit was more visible between her silken thighs. She continued to towel off as she once again wondered who this beautiful woman looking back at her was as it didn't feel like she was that girl back in Arizona. "Back in Arizona," she thought. "I would have never though about uniforms for anything sexual and I wouldn't have made that purchase in the box. Who have I become, or who am I becoming?" She put her hands on the sink in order to stare down the naked woman in the mirror, but then found that it was her very familiar face staring back. She entered the room and put on a fresh bra and pair of panties as well as a crisp white t-shirt. She went into the closet and removed her dress blue uniform. She removed the jacket from the hanger and placed it on the bed. She took the blouse off the hanger next, she slowly unbuttoning it and thinking about Aaron doing that to her. She placed it over herself and buttoned it back up quicker than she unbuttoned it. She took the slacks off the hanger and put them on her legs. Feeling the fabric against her freshly-shaven legs felt so much better than it did this morning. She put on the little black tie under her collar and threw on the jacket. She hadn't brought her dress socks and shoes because she really didn't care about that part of the uniform. Then she finally put on the cover. She smiled at herself in the mirror and then stood back near the bed to get a better look at herself in this uniform. "I should take a picture of this," she thought. But what would she do with a picture like that? She had a picture of her in this uniform taken for the ship's cruise book. She took the tie off and began to un-button her blouse, feeling the smooth plastic between her thumb and forefinger as she slid each one through the button hole. She'd look down toward her breasts then up toward herself, smiling slyly in the mirror. This is what she liked. This is what needed a picture. Maybe someday she'd share it with a boyfriend, or Aaron. She waited till her cleavage became framed between the two sides of the shirt before turning back to her pack and grabbing her small digital camera. She snapped a few pictures of this uniform style, then she unbuttoned the blouse the rest of the way in order to take a few more pictures. She was really regretting putting the bra on, as it was going to keep her lover from gazing at her beautiful breasts while placed between the pure white cotton of the blouse, which would cause the blush from her chest and the dark brown of her nipples to pop more. She did like standing there in the mirror with her hands on her hips, pulling back the dark jacket and white blouse, wishing she also had a photographer now as well. This wasn't totally about turning someone else on as much as it was about turning herself on, but thinking of someone else like Aaron would most certainly help. Amanda thought about his hands on her bare belly slowly rising up to her shoulders to remove the jacket and blouse, and slide them off her arms. She had to use her own hands to do this, but still thinking of his masculine hands helped. She reached around behind her back and removed her bra, lowering the cotton cups slowly to feel the fabric against her bare breasts. She stared into the mirror watching as they became more exposed. She closed her eyes to allow the sensations to pour over her, thinking of exposing them to Aaron. She stood there topless and dropped the garment to her feet. She rubbed her breasts, feeling the brown nipples flick under her hands. It wasn't like she'd never touched herself this way before, but she never wanted her breast to be overlooked by any lover, especially herself. Jerry didn't; he worshiped and sucked them and rubbed them, watching as her mouth opened to draw in deeper breaths as her skin became more sensitive to even the air around her. Finding Peace After War She picked the jacket off of the floor and put it back on her topless body. First she let the black fabric frame her white skin and admired herself. With her hands on her hips her eyes seemed to sparkle at her own naked form. She quickly grabbed her camera to take a few more photos of this image. She moved the jacket over her tits and felt the metal backings of her medals against her warm flesh and she took a few pictures of this as well in order to remember this erotic time. Amanda removed the cover from her head and placed the jacket back onto the floor. She felt so goofy doing all of this, like a child playing dress up, but to her she still found this exciting, like foreplay on what was still to come. She took off her slacks; feeling the rough material against her smooth legs again was arousing. She stood there in front of the dresser in just her panties that she had just put on moments before, but now she felt dampness build up between her thighs and her nipples erect in lust. Even the veins on her breasts were becoming more apparent as her arousal grew. She reached with her left hand to pinch and roll her left breast as her right hand felt her panties, pressing that fabric against the sensitive flesh of her moistening pussy. She loved turning herself on this slowly. Most men would have just wanted to see her pussy and not take the time to allow her to be teased the way she would tease herself, especially on this homecoming day when she wouldn't be rushed to masturbate like she was after all those nights on the ship. She moaned as she pleasured herself, wanting to allow the arousal to sweep over her, otherwise her new toy might stay in its box and all of this would be for naught. Her left hand continued to play with her nipple, as her right hand slipped into the waistband of her panties to feel the shaven lips of her pussy. Her legs spread to allow her hand to feel all over the soft folds of her slit. Her mouth opened and she watched her face in the mirror as she caressed herself, making herself more aroused as she manipulated her tit and pussy. She slipped a finger inside herself feeling the wet walls of her pussy as she fucked her pussy, grinding the palm of her hand against her clit and watching the movements of her hand through her panties as she was going to make herself cum. She wanted to keep the panties on as the hidden nature of her masturbation added to her arousal and would make her climax that much better. Her knees weakened and began to shake under the weight of her body. Part of her wanted to sit down for this climax, the other just wanted to ride it out and just enjoy the whole sensation of the orgasm. She quickly moved her finger in and out of herself as she pulled her nipple to send further pulses to her pussy. She felt her muscles squeezing around the invading finger and she closed her eyes as the orgasm took over her body. Tremors ran through her as she shook from her orgasm and from her own weakening knees. She almost fell to the floor from all of this, but she managed to keep her composure through it all and was ready to remove her panties and go on to her next step. She slipped the cotton fabric down her freshly-shaven legs. Her skin still sensitive from her arousal, she felt on the verge of cumming again. As the panties fell to her feet she looked at her naked body. She liked the look of her reddened pussy lips that showed a little between her thighs. She ran her right hand over them, feeling how plump and full they were. As good as it felt to touch her sensitive pussy lips, she had to get on the bed. She turned to look at the bed and began to think about what position she wanted to lay in. When she was with Jerry they were in the missionary position, which she enjoyed because she got to see him as they enjoyed each other's bodies. But she did know of other positions and knew of some that would allow her to better use this new toy. She climbed up on the bed and laid down on her back. She spread her legs and placed her feet on the bed. With her right arm she grabbed the pillows on that side, while her feet raised her ass from the bed. She placed the pillows under the small of her back in order to keep her ass from the bedspread without straining herself too much. She couldn't see much of herself anymore with the way she was angled, but she still could see her bare breasts and now that was enough. Using her left hand she tended to her still erect nipples while her right hand traveled over her belly to caress her soft pink slit. She moaned as she felt up and down, sliding her middle finger into the wet folds, imagining Aaron going down on her. She flicked around her erect clit, like she knew his tongue would do to her, then she slid her finger inside her pulsating pussy and then back to her clit. She really wished Aaron was here to do this for her, so she'd know how he'd eat her pussy. "Where would Ryan be?" she thought to herself. She wanted him to be a part of this fantasy too. Would he be the one playing with her tits or would he be stroking his cock watching as Aaron licked her slit. Ultimately she thought he'd be the one touching her breasts while kissing her deeply so she could fully enjoy the jolts of pleasure that Aaron would be sending through her. Her hips began to buck off the pillows as she could feel the intensity of this second orgasm driving though her body. Her hand gripped and pulled at her right breast sending some feelings of pain in with the pleasure as she moaned out loud, her thighs gripped the stroking hand until she felt the climax was over. She laid back with her arms out from her body, her chest still heaving. She caressed her right breast which was a bit sore from the pulling and her grip on it. Her left hand went down between her thighs, this time caressing the small patch of smooth skin just under her pussy. It was just like Melody said, pleasurable, but she didn't know if she'd cum from it. Then she felt down a bit lower, and touched the rougher skin around her anus. She'd never done this before, but she was curious about it thanks to talking to her friend Melody. She knew it was time to finally open the box and pull out her new purchase. ****** Amanda and Melody went to a bar in Hong Kong. Most of the bar was filled with Sailors and Marines, but that didn't bother either of them since they weren't here for the culture. Both of them wore skirts down to their knees and button-up blouses, although both of them wished they were able to wear something a bit more skimpy. The two of them worked up a good relationship in order to pull off being roommates for this port. At the bar, they grabbed a couple of cocktails and scanned the room looking for company. "You gonna pick up a guy tonight Amanda?" Melody shouted over the music. "No, I want a relationship and I don't think I can keep one going during this underway." "Too bad, I'm good with just a one night relationship and I see some potential out there." "You can have at them," Amanda said, taking a drink. Melody took off into the bar and found a table of marines from the carrier. Amanda watched her flirt a bit when Aaron came up to her. "How you doing ET3?" "Please call me Amanda when we're out in town." "Sorry, I know I should have asked your name first." "No problem." "It's Aaron." "I know. I hear the other guys call you that on the ship." "So what are you doing here tonight?" "Just want a drink out with my friend," she said, gesturing toward Melody. "She looks like she's here for more than a drink," he said with a laugh. "How about yourself? What are you here for?" "Drinks, of course. I wouldn't mind some action, but usually I wait till Australia." "Australia? What's there?" "Bars, clubs, beautiful sheilas. I'm sure there's good-looking blokes too." "I'd want a relationship, and I don't think I could make the long distance thing work." "Well, that's part of navel life, unless you date on the ship, which is forbidden." "Oh, how come?" "Too small; if there were a break up it could cause a rift on the ship and also I guess it would be unfair to those that actually have to leave wives and girlfriends behind on these things." "That's too bad. What if one finds love on the ship?" "It's been known to happen. Sometimes if the couple is professional enough they allow it, other times it's more discreet, and if marriage happens then they remove a member from the crew and put them somewhere else. You have someone in mind?" "No, just curious about the rule." "Well, good luck tonight. Don't get too drunk and I'll see you back at the ship." He walked away, but Amanda was happy that she spent so much time with just them talking. She still had a crush on him, but now she knew where the line had to be drawn. She hoped for just one night with him to know what it would be like to lay in his arms and feel his body against hers. She continued drinking, and so did Melody, just at the other end of the bar though. She knew she wasn't supposed to leave her buddy at the bar, but seeing the group of marines around her, she knew she'd be safe enough and would return to the room later. She got back to her room and crashed out on her bed in her own bedroom in the suite. She wanted to stay up and wait for Melody's return, but she really didn't think she had it in her. She got undressed and went to bed in just her bra and panties and fell asleep. She woke up to loud banging on the wall next to her. She turned to the clock and found it was three in the morning. The banging continued and Amanda knew that meant Melody was back. She'd never heard anyone have sex before, with the exception of porn that she watched when she masturbated at home. She started to rub her pussy through her panties listening to her friend getting fucked in the next room. She was thinking about one of those strong marines holding her hands up by her head, blonde hair spilled out over the pillow as he plowed his thick cock into her pink pussy. Amanda pulled her panties to the side to finger fuck her wet hole as she heard Melody moan louder. She was about to cum when she heard Melody say something she never thought a woman would say. "Oh God, Steven, I want to feel your cock in my ass." Amanda allowed herself to cum, biting her bottom lip as she heard the next room become quiet. She knew about anal sex, but never thought that a woman would ask for it. She always thought that a man would break a woman down to do it. No woman would get pleasure from having their ass stretched around a cock, but here was Melody, who by all other things, seemed like a normal woman. She heard soft moans coming from the next room. Amanda almost felt the need to explore her anus and see if it would give her the same reaction, but the idea kind of disgusted her and she wasn't even sure this guy was near Melody's ass when she was moaning. Amanda pulled her fingers out of her pussy and let the panties go back to concealing her slit. She continued to listen and then she heard a long groan come from both of them, which she was sure to mean that Steven's cock was stretching out Melody's puckered ass. "Oh, that's it, Steven. Fuck my asshole." The banging against the wall resumed and Melody's moans became louder and were joined in by the sound of Steven's hips slapping against Melody's ass. Amanda tried to imagine what was going on in the room next to her, but couldn't quite wrap her head around it. The groans became louder after a while and she was sure that meant that Steven shot his load inside of Melody's stretched-out asshole. Amanda let out a sigh before rolling over and going back to sleep. The next morning Amanda got up and got dressed to find Melody on the couch watching TV. She had a few questions about last night, but didn't know how to go about it. "Good morning, Melody. What time did you get home?" "To be honest, I really don't remember." Amanda figured that meant that Melody must have been drunk and that's why she made that odd request last night. "Oh, you got that wasted?" "Not really. I had a great time last night with a man named Steven." "What all did you two do?" "We had a few drinks and we talked about our jobs in the service. He seemed like a really sweet guy, handsome too. Then we got to touching each other, and I just had to bring him here." "What did you do when you got here?" "I don't know what to tell you. I mean, some of my girlfriends want the details and I'll gladly tell them, others just don't want to know what goes on behind closed doors." "Melody, I love sex and hearing about other's experiences with it. I hope that with the lessons of others I can further expand my own sexuality." "So you're one of those girls that look at porn to see new positions and stuff." Amanda blushed. "I have been known to look at porn, and see some of the movies." "I don't get why women looking at porn is so taboo," Melody said in a relieved voice. "I loved it when I was a virgin and I love it now." Amanda just rushed out with it, not able to hold back any longer. "Is that why you asked for anal last night?" Melody's face reddened. "You heard that?" Amanda nodded in response, hoping to have not angered her new friend. Melody relaxed a bit realizing it was just a curious question that Amanda had wanted to ask probably all morning. "No," she sighed. "It wasn't something I got from porn. It's just something I enjoy." "You've done it before, but I always heard that women don't like it." "I've heard the same things, like it hurts and feels uncomfortable. I never thought I'd do it until I had this one boyfriend." "He talk you into it?" "Not really." "How did it happen?" "One time he was going down on me and after I came a few times he began to lick a little lower and still hearing my moans, he kept going, eventually licking my asshole. First I was surprised that he did that, but then I just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue tickling my ass." "Then what? I mean, I think that's a big difference between oral and penetration." "Another time he was massaging my ass, one hand caressing the cheeks, the other fingering my pussy, then his thumb was reenacting what his tongue did that one night. My hips were thrusting back against his hand and he says on accident, his thumb penetrated my ass and I came like I never came before. This is what opened the door to anal for me and soon I was looking it up and we bought some toys." "So why last night? Why with Steven?" "I miss it. It's hard to get any pleasure from anal contact, yet alone penetration, on the ship. Who knows when your curtain will open on your rack or in the showers? I mean pussy is one thing because it can be done more discreetly in the head, showers, and rack. But if your hand is between your ass cheeks, there's only so much you could be doing. I could have done it on my own here, but I had Steven's willing cock and I just had to take advantage." "I never did anything like that, but hearing you talk about it makes me curious." "I suggest you try it on your own first. because who knows you better than you? If some guy tries it he might be too forceful, making it so you never try it again and who knows when the right guy will come along and know what he's doing." They never really talked about it again, but Amanda always carried that conversation with her. She looked it up online and started viewing anal porn online. But she could never tell if the girls in the pictures were enjoying it or were just shocked that it happened. She read on steps of how to relax the anus for penetration and found that it sounded like this boyfriend of Melody's was well-read on the subject as well. She would fantasize about having a guy like Melody's fingering her ass but soon her fantasies turned to Aaron. She knew this was doubly forbidden as he was someone on the same ship and even in her order of command, but also sodomy was against the UCMJ. She imagined it would take place in a small room on the ship, her coveralls and panties down at her ankles as he worked his cock out of his coveralls. He'd drizzle lube all over her asshole, fingering some inside, pouring and stroking a thick layer of lube over his cock before slowly gliding it in. She'd be pressed up against the bulkhead, standing as she took his cock between her cheeks, his hands spreading them wide so he could get a good thrust in. Their moans would echo off of the steel bulkheads until she felt his warm load shoot off inside her anus. Melody was right; doing this on the ship was difficult so she would just finger her pussy while thinking about anal sex. Months passed like this until one day she just had to get a toy for it. She looked around at various sites, until she found one that she liked. This is the one toy that was now next to her on the night table. ****** She opened the box and pulled out a tube of lube that she ordered. She unscrewed the top and removed the safety seal and put the cap back on. She squeezed the tube and felt as the thick lube drizzled down her slit to her asshole. She reached her right hand down and massaged the lube around her shaven pussy lips, reaching down further to rub it around the rough puckered flesh of her asshole. She moaned as she loved the feeling of her self-massage. She pressed her middle finger against her asshole and felt a little bit of the soft inner muscle that was exposed from its relaxation. She pointed the tip of her finger, feeling as it slipped inside of her. "Ahhh-ohhh," she moaned as she felt her excited nerve endings receive pleasure from this penetration. She slowly removed her finger and poured more lube on it; using her left hand she stroked it, making sure her middle finger was fully coated before gliding it back in her anus to lube the walls inside. She reached back down and pressed her right middle finger back inside her relaxed anal opening. She started to move it in and out of her, fucking her tight, puckered asshole. She used her left hand to once again play with her tits, feeling the palm of her hand rocking against her wet pussy. She let go of her breast and grabbed for the toy in the box. She fumbled for it and finally removed a toy with two cocks on it, one big and the other small. Using her left hand Amanda rubbed a thin layer of lube onto the smaller prick. She was so crazy in lust that she didn't think about who's cock she wanted to imagine taking her anal virginity, she just wanted this toy stretching both of her holes open. She drizzled more lube on the smaller, thinner cock coating it just has she had done her finger in the past. She knew about the batteries in the box but since this was her first anal toy she decided not to use them at this moment. She held the toy with her right hand and pressed it into her, both cocks hitting their marks. She felt as the small membrane that divided the two holes was now squeezed between these two fucking cocks. She moved the toy in and out, not wanting either one of them to leave her holes. Using her left hand she began rubbing and squeezing her left tit, thinking about Aaron and Ryan using her holes as she pleasured her own breast. She'd never felt so fulfilled and she knew at any moment she was going to cum. She felt as both holes were clenching around the toy filling them and she squeezed her tit in response. Her hips thrusting up from the pillow, her right hand losing control of the toy as she began to shake with lust. As she relaxed from her orgasm, she slowly pulled the toy from her and laid it on the bedspread next to her. As she became more like herself and less of the sex-crazed woman she was a bit before, she realized that this was going to be something she couldn't wait to explore with a man, hopefully Aaron.