15 comments/ 46081 views/ 19 favorites Terry and David By: Dinsmore At nineteen and within two weeks of high school graduation, David was a virgin. If truth be told, he'd never seen---let alone touched---a real live, bare female breast. He'd gotten his hand just above the knee with a girl he had dated for a few weeks but she had arrested his progress by slamming her knees together and slapping his hand. He'd never gotten a blow job, hand job or any other kind of "job." He'd never had a girl touch his cock even through his jeans. The only things that kept him from going crazy were jerking off and the realization from locker room chats that he was not alone. At least he wasn't weird; misery loves company. He was walking home from the local teen hangout in the small country town. He only lived a few blocks away. It was Friday night and the tiny main street was jammed with the parked cars of his high school classmates. He probably would have had to park so far away that it would have been a longer walk than from his home. Walking a few yards behind him were the Lester sisters, Gayle and Terry. He'd never dated either of them. Terry was actually older than he was by a few weeks and in the same senior class. Gayle was a junior and had just turned eighteen. David would be going off to college in the fall; no one seriously expected Gayle and Terry to do so. They'd graduate from high school, take a job at the local mill, probably marry some local loser who beat them up and have too many babies. They weren't unattractive; they wore their jeans a little too tight and often acted slutty or adopted a bad girl persona. He had gotten to know Terry a little bit during the senior play. As high school social circles go, David and the Lester sisters were not in the same clique. He and his friends had certainly talked about them; the assumption was that they probably "put out" but, high school social status being what it was, none in his circle wanted to be "seen" on a date with one of the Lester girls. Their mother was a bit of a hag and too many nights anchored a prominent bar stool at the local hotel bar. Their father worked at the local abattoir, a nice word for slaughter house. He worked a late shift and would generally join his wife at the bar when he got off. They'd get drunk and have a public argument. There was no nice way of saying it: even in this poor, isolated farming community with few white collar employment opportunities, the Lesters were trash. "David! Wait up!" Terry intoned. Terry had overlapped social circles a tiny bit thanks to her involvement in the senior play. David slowed, and then stopped. Their house was in the same direction as his albeit on the other side of the tracks. No one would think anything if they were seen walking together---the three of them. Possibly it was the frustration of being a nineteen year old virgin or the fact that he hadn't jerked off yet that Friday. The two girls looked kind of cute; they both had that same nasty grin. If one didn't know better, one would have thought they were twins although their body styles were dissimilar. He felt his cock stir in his jeans. What the hell. "Hi, Terry! What are you girls up to tonight?" "We're bored; we're going to go home and listen to records. Our folks are down south at the state fair. Daddy's boss is showing some beef cattle down there. They won't be back until Sunday." That certainly sounded like an invitation to him but he wasn't sure to what. His own father and mother were also at the state fair, chaperoning a group of kids from school who had homemaking and agriculture projects entered in competition. He'd already gotten a short call from them earlier; they were frugal people and wouldn't waste the money on another expensive long distance call. He was a good kid who never got in any trouble. They'd left him alone on numerous occasions and he had never given them any reason to be concerned. He was pretty sure he didn't want to accompany the girls across the railroad tracks to what was the seedy side of town. "My folks are down there too. My house is only a couple of blocks away. I've got records. Why don't you come to my house?" The two sisters giggled, looked at each other conspiratorially, giggled some more and then agreed in unison. David's cock twitched again. In under five minutes, the three teens were plopped together on the sofa in his parents' small living room. David popped some TV Time and got them all sodas; few, if any teens of the era, drank alcoholic beverages and the girls showed no indication that they wished to do so. "My records are up in my room; I'll go get them." "Do you have a record player in your room?" "Sure." "Why don't we listen up there? We can all get comfortable." David had never had a girl in his room with the door closed and only twice with the door open and even then his mother had hovered nearby. His cocked twitched again. Up in his bedroom, David put a stack of records on the small record player; the sisters flopped down on his bed. He started to take the one chair in the room. "There's plenty of room! You have a really big bed!" He had a double bed only because his folks had upgraded to a Queen size and he had inherited the hand-me-down but he had come to understand that most of his friends had a single bed or twins beds. Before he could join them, Gayle hopped up, turned on the small bed side lamp and turned off the bright overhead. The room grew quite dim; it was only a fifteen watt bulb not a reading lamp. "Why don't you get in the middle, David?" Gayle said before flopping back down on the bed. He did so. The three of them talked together as teens do. Gayle had surreptitiously moved over closer to the middle; her hip was touching his. Terry had placed her small hand on his arm. His dick was in full twitch mode. Both girls had allowed their normally modest skirts to slide up. He realized that Gayle's was so far up that he could just glimpse the bottom edge of her white cotton panties. Terry had unbuttoned at least one button on her white cotton blouse; he could see the swell of her full breasts and a hint of the brown circles which surrounded her nipples. Gayle's hand slid over and rested on his thigh; Terry's hand was, in essence, on his hip, inches from his throbbing cock. Gayle rolled her body toward him; her hot breath on his neck excited him. She moved in closer and one of her legs slipped under his. Her other leg casually flopped over his leg. He felt her hot little mound on his thigh even through his jeans. Terry rolled toward him and in doing so advanced her hand directly over his throbbing pecker. He'd have loved to be cool, calm and collected but he almost jumped out of his skin. It had not been an accidental brush of the hand; she was now slowing rubbing his cock through his jeans. "Terry...if you keep that up...I'm going to..." "Cum in your pants? That would be very messy...wouldn't it?" "Uh, huh..." he whispered. "It feels really big, David...very hard." Before he knew it, Gayle had reached over, unsnapped his Wranglers and unzipped his fly. He wasn't wearing a belt as was the fashion of the time. Terry's hand darted inside, initially cupping his hard balls and then stroking his rock hard organ. Gayle moved up and kissed him, nuzzling her hot little mouth up his chest and unbuttoning his blue work shirt as she progressed. She kissed his neck and then found his lips. Her tongue darted inside. He reciprocated. While not having gotten laid in his life, he had learned a lot about kissing so he was on solid ground in that department. When Terry sat up and started to pull his jeans and briefs down, he didn't protest; he raised his butt off the bed to help her. She didn't stop until he was naked below the waist. Gayle's hand quickly replaced her sister's on his cock. Terry began to work her mouth across his face ending up at his lips and initiating her own probing. Breaking the kiss, she grinned at her sister. "Hardly seems fair, sis. David's almost naked and we..." Gayle began slowly removing her blouse and the bra beneath almost in strip tease fashion. David's eyes were so glued to her chest that he missed the fact that Terry had started below the waist. It was only when she grabbed his hand and pushed it against her hairy little muff that he realized that she had lost both the skirt and the undies. He ripped his gaze away from her sister's cute little boobies to find her puffy little pussy inches from his face and he was spellbound. Gayle grabbed his other hand a few seconds later and placed it at the place where her short legs joined. Her cunt was almost bare. So here he was. Gayle and Terry were both kissing him; somehow his shirt had also gone by the wayside. Gayle was softly cupping his nuts and Terry was stroking his cock. He was in his own bed with two not unattractive and very naked teenage girls. Terry stopped kissing him and spoke. "David...you're a virgin...aren't you?" He confessed. Whatever was going to happen, he didn't think it mattered if they knew the truth. "Okay, well, as much as I'm sure you and some of your friends think otherwise---so are we. It doesn't mean we don't enjoy fooling around but we don't...'do it'." David was confused; Gayle continued his education. "David, we don't intend to end up like Pam or Jeannie, knocked up and forced to marry some ass hole---or raise a baby ourselves without a father. Mom made that mistake; daddy is not exactly the cream of the crop. We may be white trash but we're not stupid." Terry took over from her younger sister. "Rubbers are not only uncomfortable---they break! Ask Linda who is just going to graduate before she drops a kid. It's not like there is some magic pill out there that will keep you from getting knocked up!" "There's something called a cap that women wear inside---fat chance old Doc Pete would write either of us a prescription for one---even if we could afford it, " Gayle injected. "There's supposed to be a 'safe' time of the month---but it only works if the curse comes regular---and our periods aren't remotely regular!" Terry explained. "So, David, the rules are simple; we can have fun and play but don't you even think about putting that big pecker of yours in my pussy or my sister's---if you do, I'll scratch your eyes out and the fun will end and we will leave. Any questions?" Gayle inquired. "No...I guess not. I've read about 'doing it'...watched some porno movies up at Bill's dad's cabin..." "Don't worry, David...you're a smart boy...you strike me as a fast learner. Poor baby! You need to cum or your balls are going to explode. Let's take care of that problem first and then we need to cum too...and you are going to help make that happen. Do you want to do the honors, sis?" "Age before beauty...go ahead, Terry." "You're going to enjoy this, David...more than you ever dreamed." And with that the lusty nineteen year old engulfed young David's cock and he came a few seconds later. To his utter shock, she swallowed it all. An older boy who had since graduated had once thrilled his younger locker room companions with tales of the blow jobs that his steady gave him each day after school and before sports practice. She would spit his cum out into a tissue and toss it out the car window. Terry had swallowed...she was a swallower, not a spitter...wow. And then she grinned at him. "Kiss me, David...you're always supposed to kiss a girl after she lets you cum in her mouth." He obeyed and found the taste a bit disconcerting. Like every boy, he had tasted his own jiz before and not found it that appealing. Then again tasting its remains in Terry's hot little mouth was a different thing altogether. "You've never gone down on a girl...have you, David?" Terry inquired and he shook his head in answer. "Okay, well, it's time for a short anatomy lesson." With those words Terry moved her fluffy little muff close to his face and spread her folds open with her fingers. "That little nub there is my love button...my clit. That's where a girl is most sensitive---very sensitive. Kiss it, tongue it, suck on it, run your tongue around it---carefully! You're not trying to remove paint...be gentle. A finger inside here---clean finger---no nails for Christ's sake. Touch my breasts...they are very sensitive...don't pinch...don't squeeze! Any questions? I think you need a visual aid, as Coach Snook calls it." Terry hopped out of the bed and went around to her sister's side. As if on cue Gayle spread her pleasantly plump young thighs obscenely. To his surprise, Terry quickly moved her head in and began to eat her little sister's pussy. "Get over here, David! What good is a visual aid if you don't have a good seat at the front of the class?" Terry extolled. Gayle started to move, moan and whimper. She began caressing her own pert breasts; he could see the beads of sweat breaking out on her face. "Come on over to this side, David...it's your turn." David took Terry's place between her sister's thighs with no hesitation. When the musky aroma of her nearly bare little eighteen year old cunt hit him, instinct seemed to take over. He tackled his assigned duties with diligence. Terry moved back to the bed and began mouthing her little sister's small tits. Gayle came, clamping his head between her thighs. He looked up expectantly as if expecting a grade. "Not bad for your first time, David," Gayle said. "Not quite up to Terry's level but a solid 'B'." The two sisters ended up staying in David's bed for the rest of the night. They were a little afraid to walk home after midnight in view of the rumor that there were some unsavory characters on the other side of the tracks. He offered to drive them home but told them they could stay if they wanted to. At some point during the night, David got as close to actually fucking Terry as he figured he'd ever get. She was so afraid of pregnancy that she inserted a tampon, made him wrap the head of his dick with a piece of Saran Wrap---she was brand conscious---and let him rub his thus-sheathed cock around her opening and just slightly inside. On another occasion, Gayle pushed her plump thighs tightly together and let him fuck her between her thighs with his cum splashing harmlessly on his sheets beneath her. Just before dawn as an exhausted Gayle snored, Terry had one more titillating surprise for him. Terry's ass had always fascinated David and most of his male friends. She really didn't have the distinct breeder hips her sister displayed but she had a delightful bump to her butt that no clothing completely hid. "David, rub your pecker between the cheeks of my butt; I really like that and I'm sure you will too." Terry was an athletic girl; David had to believe that the intense pressure she exerted on his raging cock with her pert little butt cheeks was as tight as her pussy might be. When she reached back and spread her globes with her hands he saw her tight little ass hole and without thinking or asking rubbed the head of his cock around it and over it. David knew older kids who had talked about having anal sex with a girl...'rural teenage birth control' it had been called in a major national news magazine article. It certainly had not sounded that appealing. His explorations were stopped when Terry rolled over and looked at him. He assumed he had strayed over the line. "I know you beat off...where is it?" "What?" "Where's your petroleum jelly...isn't that what you use?" "Uh, huh. It's under the mattress." "Get it." He did as he had been asked. "I've never done it before, David...a finger...sure...if you want to...you're not too grossed out...you can put it in there...but for Christ's sake use a lot of that stuff...inside me...and on your dick." David found the process of shoving ample fingers full of petrolatum up inside Terry's tight little rectum extremely dirty but not unappealing. When he sensed that he had completed the task, he slathered an ample portion on his cock just as he did when he jerked off. As he positioned his bulbous cock head at her tiny opening he could see no way in the world how it was going to fit. "Go very slowly...if I say stop...stop...do you understand?" He didn't answer but heeded her warning. She gasped when his fat cock head broke through her anal ring. He was shocked at the way it had opened and then clamped down on his cock. She put her hand back to signal when he could advance and when he needed to stop to allow her to adjust. It was furnace hot and far tighter than either girl's willing little mouths or clamped thighs. As Terry seemed to get more comfortable, she moved with him. He was actually fucking a girl...albeit in the wrong hole but beggars can't be choosy. He came sooner than he wanted to but lasted longer than he had thought he would. Terry came thanks to a little help from her adroit fingers. At that moment, David felt a genuine affection and tenderness for the young woman who had just let him cum in her sweet little ass. He kissed her neck and nuzzled her back. She broke away and dashed to the bathroom in the hall. She returned quickly and they just held each other until both drifted off to sleep. He drove the sisters home the next morning; they had chores to do before their parents returned home the following day. He had hoped Saturday night would be a repeat of his amazing Friday experience but evidently their folks came home a day early since her dad's boss's cattle had not advanced to the final competition. David and the Lester sisters did not get a chance to get together again in the two weeks before he graduated. He hugged them at graduation and they exchanged a quick kiss. Three days later he left the area for a summer job before college. He lost touch with most of the people there pretty quickly. A few years later he called a farmer who was the father of a kid who had been his best friend in high school. Much to his surprise, his old friend was going to college in Atlanta and David would be there around Christmas. His college was on a different schedule so his high school pal would still be there. They embraced warmly and walked over to the Varsity for some chili dogs and onion rings. His friend had for his first couple of years of college gone home regularly. It was obvious that his father wanted him to come back and take over the farm since his oldest son was somewhat irresponsible. Herb was studying to be an engineer, not to be a farmer. He never ended up going back home to live and visited less often as the years went on. Still, he was far more up on the happenings back home than David was and brought him up to date on all the gossip. At some point, David asked him about the Lester sisters. "Kind of a sad story and it happened not that long after we left. You know their parents used to get drunk and fight---in public. I guess daddy was fooling around with some fat little bitch at the slaughter house. He came in the hotel bar one night; she was already there and drunk. Before anyone knew what happened, she pulled out a gun and shot him at close range through the heart. Then she stuck the damn thing in her mouth and blew the back of her head off. The girls were over eighteen so social services---I think that's what they call it now---really didn't give a shit. They didn't even own the house and they had debts. "Gayle ended up marrying one of the Abrams boys---Seth---just a few months back. Much to everyone's surprise, he actually has amounted to something. He got a two year degree at vocational school and got a good job when the new paper mill opened up. I'm pretty sure Gayle works there too. He's working on his BS at night and word has it that he's got a promising career there. They were smarter than we might have guessed; she got on the pill and they're waiting to have kids until they can buy their own place. She turned into a very pretty girl." Terry and David "What happened to Terry?" "No one has a clue. She just sort of disappeared within days. If Gayle knows---which I have to believe she does as close as they were---she's not talking." It had been something more than idle curiosity but certainly little more. He hoped she was okay and that life would be kind to her. She had been the first girl he'd ever 'sort of' had sex with and he had a fond remembrance of her but didn't sense that it was anything more than that. He doubted he'd ever see her again. In fact, he would end up never returning to that part of the world for the remainder of his life. His parents had moved soon after he finished high school. Any friends he had were scattered across the country. David graduated with honors; the draft was still a reality and there was a war. He decided to go to law school if for no other reason than to keep his deferment. Maybe the war would be over by the time he got a law degree. At the time the military was desperate for lawyers and projecting a critical deficit in the next three years. One of the services approached him within weeks of his acceptance to law school. The financial incentives they offered were too good to pass up. He would receive a reserve commission and a generous stipend which essentially meant that he wouldn't have to take a job while studying the law. When he graduated he would immediately go on active duty and have a reasonable period of time to take and pass the bar exam. His three year commitment would begin the day he was admitted to the federal bar. In those days, the old LLB or two year law degree was rapidly being replaced by the three year Juris Doctorate. He'd owe one year of active duty for each year of law school. He would enter service as an O3 or Lieutenant in the Navy and a Captain in the other services if he took the two year degree. His option would bring him on active duty as an O4 or Lieutenant Commander in the Navy and a Major in the other services. He graduated near the top of his class and passed the bar on the first attempt with a very respectable score. He was assigned to a JAG office at a very large facility with a high ratio of junior enlisted---many very new to military life. After a three week course in how to be an officer---more or less---he spent six months learning the ins and outs of military justice. He then became a litigator specializing in prosecution rather than defense. He was an excellent trial attorney; he seldom if ever lost a case. Two and a half years later he had not found military life all that unpleasant. His boss was a Colonel and a former line officer who had gone to law school after ten years in service. He knew the military and had served in combat; the commanders who brought court marshal offenses to him didn't intimidate him. They knew he'd been one of them and knew they couldn't bull shit him. The rules were simple: if the crime would result in hard time for a civilian---major felonies---general court marshal was appropriate. Military crimes such as minor unexcused absences, late for formation or those "crimes" which were only crimes in the military should be handled with non-judicial punishment. Of course any service member had the right to refuse non-judicial punishment---Article 15--- and request a court marshal but the few that did had a change of heart once they found out how likely hard time in a federal disciplinary barracks could be in such cases. The old man's message to the unit commanders was simple: you bring us solid cases worthy of a general court and we'll win those cases and put the bastards in stir. You bring me crap to bolster your ego or to demonstrate how tough you are and I'm going to throw it back in your face. As long as the JAG office won most of their cases---and every single one of the violent felonies---the unit commanders were happy. Winning the most egregious felony-type cases was David's primary responsibility and he was very good at it. He was also severely over-worked and short at least one litigator. "David! Have you got a sec?" his boss said, sticking his head in David's office. Believe it or not, no good senior officer simply interrupts a subordinate and demands an audience. If David had said: "not really sir, I'm due in court in thirty minutes and this brief has to be completely reworked," the Colonel would have left him alone to do his job. I remember during my military service when an old colonel stuck his head in my office and asked if I had a sec. I told him I had been trying to balance our unit budget for three hours and it had just come out correctly for the first time and I really wanted to be sure I had it right. He put his hand over his mouth, whispered, "sorry" and tiptoed away. I, of course, went to his office as soon as I was finished ten minutes later---and he apologized again for disturbing me when I was doing my job. "Sure, sir. My trial has been delayed for half a day; it seems the judge forgot he had his annual physical scheduled. I'm just trying to take the unexpected break to sort out some case assignments. It's like trying to cover ten yards of woman with five yards of fabric." "Perfect timing—you are about to get a new litigator." "Sir, you mean I'm about to get a new JAG officer---just as dumb as I was a couple of years ago---in need of six months of training?" There was no way in hell a trained trial lawyer was being transferred in; they didn't stay in uniform long enough to serve at more than one duty station. "This one is a unique case. The officer in question has prior service---did four years as an enlisted paralegal. Made E6 which is almost unheard of in four years. Got a BS in night school and accepted the law school program---kind of like I did too many years ago to count. Has already passed the bar and probably knows the ins and outs of the military justice system better than you---or I do. Worked in litigation and wrote most of the briefs. "Has a ton of Article 32 experience. She is a Captain and her name is...Oh damn! That's got to be a senior moment! No matter. She checked into the BOQ last night---two weeks early---and is headed over here right now." "A Captain?" "Yeah, she got screwed. When you signed up over five years ago, we were in a pickle and dangled everything we could think of in front of prospective law students. The war's winding down; we still are short of attorneys but Washington is getting cheap. Plus they figured they already had her hooked. You always had the option---no one's ever taken it----of returning the money and backing out of your contract. She was already on active duty and did not have that option. "Someone pulled some strings and backdated her date of rank so she'll make O4 within two years. She spent some time working with THE JAG on a war crimes investigation---and he thinks she walks on water. He has a distinctly fatherly concern for her. In all my years in JAG the big guy has never called me personally to tout a new staff member. He credits her directly with winning the war crimes case." "As they say in the military, 'out-fucking-standing,' sir! I can't wait...I'm barely treading water here." Less than an hour later the Colonel again stuck his head in David's door to introduce the new addition. There really was no need. Amazingly she seemed to have grown a couple of inches. Her hair was fashionably cut in a short but quite comely style. She looked damned good in a military officer's uniform. She was every bit as taken aback as David was. "Terry!" "David!" Military courtesy among JAG officers has never been rigid; JAGs don't tend to snap to attention and 'report for duty.' A hand shake might have been more appropriate; both decided that a hug was in order in spite of the protocols against signs of affection while in uniform---much to the amusement of the old Colonel. "You two already seem to know each other." David spoke first. "Terry played my daughter---Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House---in our high school senior class play. It has to be eight years ago?" "Over seven since graduation...small world." Terry had poise and bearing and showed not a hint of her initial surprise. "Well, fantastic! I'll leave you two to get acquainted and sing the old school fight song. Carry on." "Terry, first let me say how sorry I am about your parents; I haven't been back in that neck of the woods but got the story...hell, it has to be five years ago. How's Gayle doing?" "My sister---Miss had-to-take-Algebra-twice---just got her MS in accounting and her CPA; she works for the new—not so new now---paper plant as a controller. Did you know she got married?" "I'd heard...Seth Abrams?" "Yep! He just got his MBA---also works at the plant---and is an assistant plant manager. They just built a new house—I've never seen it---and they're both in career mode and holding off on starting a family." "And you?" "No family, no husbands past or present---no children. How about you?" "None on all counts; no time..." "I've never gone back, David; doubt that I ever will. That place is not who I am or ever want to be reminded of once being." She paused for just a second, fearful that she had left the wrong impression. "Present company accepted," she said, smiling and touching his arm. "I'm really glad to see you and excited about working with you. You don't bring back any unpleasant memories...far from it." It had not been a flirtation; it had been a genuine sign of friendship, affection...something more? As he looked at her, David realized he had never had anything other than good feelings about Terry. He had thought about her off and on over the years...fondly. They were not the same people they had been then. "My parents moved right after I graduated; never been back...probably never will go back." "The military was just starting to take women in real jobs. I signed up within two or three days of...So give me the skinny on the boss and then put me to work! I gather you are a little short handed?" Having spent almost four years in a JAG office much like the one she had just reported to, Terry needed very little time to get oriented. By the time David prepared to leave for trial, she had made the rounds and introduced herself, perused the relevant local SOPs and settled into the other desk in David's office which had only recently been vacated by another prosecutor who had moved on from the service. "Do you want to come sit in on this one?" "If you don't mind, I'd rather get up to speed here; can I take a rain check?" "Sure...take a gander at this case file; it's my next big one. Serial rape---a real sadistic prick. Evidently his parents have some coin so they've hired a civilian shark to defend him along with the JAG appointed attorney. I know I'm rushing you but in view of your previous experience and my desperation---we need to throw you into the breech sooner rather than later." Following opening arguments, the defense requested a recess; they wanted to deal. David knew the opposing council very well and respected him. He knew that his counterpart had tried to convince his young client that the odds were stacked against him in a general court but the kid had been obstinate. David had detailed the charges and the maximum penalties for each carefully in his opening statement. The young man had committed a felony; he had assaulted a fellow soldier and beaten him quite severely. The event had been alcohol related. At the very least, he would be reduced in rank to the lowest grade, receive a less than desirable discharge and serve hard time. He was a mediocre performer at best with a history of getting into altercations but this time he had gone over the line. Somehow the stupid little prick believed he could escape a prison sentence for battering a colleague with a tire iron. There were maximum and minimum sentencing recommendations for the crime. David had reviewed civilian penalties for the same offenses in the civilian world. Time served in a Federal Disciplinary Barracks was truly hard time. It essentially amounted to 24/7 basic training with no hope of a weekend pass. Prisoners who had served in such a facility would attest to the fact that one year in a DB was worse than four years in a civilian prison. Historical evidence indicated that recidivism was far below the national average for those incarcerated in a civilian facility. He was asking for the maximum sentence possible for each separate crime committed to be served consecutively---not concurrently; it added up to almost twenty years. Even if he won the trial---which he most certainly would---no court would be that severe but he had every expectation of getting the max for the most serious crime with concurrent sentences for the other offenses. Seven years...if he was a perfect prisoner he'd be out in four. David doubted that the defendant would be a model prisoner. If they wanted to deal he would accept four with a dishonorable discharge, confident that the little prick would serve every day of it. The kid somehow believed he could game the system and get out early---just over two years---for good behavior. David knew better. The deal was struck and the judge accepted it. The whole process had taken a little under three hours. After the court was dismissed the judge asked to see both lawyers in chambers. There would be an appeal; it was automatic in military justice. The punishment agreed to was well within historical norms. "Gentleman, I'm confident justice was served---are you both okay with it?" The two officers answered in the affirmative. "David, is your boss going to be okay with it---not to mention the commander in question?" "Yes, sir. In terms of the brigade commander in question, even he agreed that based on this kid's history he'll do the whole four. The victim has made a complete recovery and has been returned to duty following an extended and painful recovery. The Colonel and I are on the same page." "Good work, gentleman; carry on." The two young trial lawyers chatted as they walked back to their respective offices in the same building. "Nice job, Phil; I wasn't sure he was going to take the deal." "Shit, David! I had no defense. Your opening had him shaking in his boots and, with what I had to work with, mine was pretty weak. I was not looking forward to trying this case. I've accepted my lot in life; as the senior and most experienced defense council, I get the shitty cases which means I too often end up going up against you. What am I now...0 and 26?" "You're a damn good lawyer, Phil, and an ardent and effective advocate." "I understand you just got a new prosecutor---I met her very briefly---hot!" "We went to high school together ...old friends. A former military para...honor graduate out of law school...top score on her bar. She grew up tough; Terry is no wilting violet...assertive and goes for what she wants. At least she was when I knew her in high school." By the time David returned to the office, Terry was already organizing briefs on the upcoming case. She had outlined a trial strategy that was on the same page with David. She'd already researched and prepared key case cites. She was far more than three or four hours ahead of where he had left things...she was days ahead. She would sit as co-council on the case. She was going to be a huge addition to the office. As they said their goodbyes well after the office closed, David thought about asking her to join him for a bite to eat but then thought better of it. He didn't want such a gesture to be misinterpreted. For both of them, it was as if that crazy night so many years ago had never happened. They were old friends who now worked together. Dating among officers only one grade apart was not against the rules but dating in a reporting relationship was. For at least six more months, he would be her boss. She returned to her single BOQ room; David returned to the empty house he had bought twenty minutes outside the gate. Three days into what would probably be a four day court marshal their case was not going as well as it should have been going. The evidence was on their side; the civilian attorney was sharp and manipulative and continued to raise shadows of doubt and fluster their witnesses. It was as if the sadistic little prick on trial was just a misunderstood choir boy. A couple of the members of the court---the jury in a military trial---seemed weak and appeared to be buying into the defense's canard. Terry and David huddled together with the Colonel late into the evening before the probable final day of court. The defense would put their client on the stand. Depending on how long that process took, the judge might hold off closing arguments to the following day. The Colonel had slipped into the court room several times to observe critical aspects of the trial. He knew his best prosecutor—probably the best one he had ever had the pleasure of serving with---was frustrated. They were in danger of losing a major felony case for which the ultimate penalty could by statute be death by firing squad although no one realistically expected that to occur in view of the times. The sadistic prick should spend the rest of his life in a DB with no possibility of parole. Now it appeared that he might get off or only serve a token sentence. David had succeeded in pushing to the back of his brain the memory of how Terry had once asserted herself in his bedroom and taken charge---and taken his virginity...much to his pleasure. She was an amazingly bright young lawyer and had been an integral part of the prosecution. In all truth, her inputs had helped salvage what strengths they still had. When she spoke, that amazing night came back to him if just for a fleeting moment. She had a smile on her face but it was a grim, serious, determined and in charge smile. In spite of his efforts, he couldn't wipe the vision from his mind of the first---and last time he had seen that look. "Let me do the cross." David and the Colonel looked at her wordlessly; she'd never tried a felony case. The cross and then the close was all they had left in their arsenal. "Gentlemen, he is a misogynistic little sadist. He gets off on the humiliation. He goes after very attractive, strong women in positions of authority. He's as cool as a cucumber right now...almost fearless. His team is going to attempt to extend the canard that he is a misunderstood and wrongly accused young man. There are at least two officers on the court that appear to be buying the whole 'consensual rough sex' ploy. I know the evidence inside and out: no matter how they try to gloss over the proof---I'm more than capable of countering it. More importantly, there is a chance---a damn good chance---that he will respond to me unlike the way he responds to you, David. I've seen him eyeballing me contemptuously. He'll break...I will break the little bastard." There was silence; the Colonel spoke first, addressing David. "Terry just might have something there." "Of course she does, sir...and it might just be the only thing we've got left to win with. I'm on board with it if you are, Colonel." "Agreed," Terry spoke next. "Any problem with me ever-so-slightly abusing the uniform standards for female officers?" "What did you have in mind, Captain?" "The shoes won't exactly be regulation style---or height. I'm pretty sure I just got a run in my last pair of hose and I have a little sewing to do on my class A's this evening---and don't either of you even think of commenting when I walk in here in the morning. You gentleman know this judge...will he get bent out of shape?" "He's pretty damn sharp and he'll sniff it out but I've known him for ten years and I can see it in his eyes...I think he'll let it ride. The civilian doesn't know anything about military uniform regs...and Phil will bite his tongue. Let's all get some shut eye," the Colonel observed. Terry and David In spite of the fact that both David and the Colonel understood what Terry had in mind, neither was completely prepared for the vision she presented the next morning. At five eight in her stocking feet, Terry now stood a solid six feet and she was wearing neither stockings nor hose. Her uniform skirt was at least an inch shorter than the most liberal interpretation of appropriate length. It was tight...damn tight...and her once alluring little bubble butt was no longer ensconced in the tight girdle most female officers wore. Her blouse puckered at just the right point to show a hint of her bust. Her hair style had transitioned from her normal soft comely look; she had put her hair up which added to her perceived height. She'd added subtle hints of makeup which she did not normally use or need. It was about as provocative as a female officer could get without completely busting the uniform regulations. Even the hint of perfume---against regs but never really enforced---added to the impact. She looked hot, sexy...even nasty but she also looked like a no-nonsense and in-charge young female officer...the very kind of officer the defendant had targeted. "Not a word, sir...please?" "Top of the morning to you, Captain...nice shoes; let's get to court." David was quite taken aback but his court-trained poker face betrayed none of his inner feelings. He decided against making any comment. When they arrived together at the court room, Phil, the opposing JAG had to turn away and bite his lip. The civilian attorney gave her a once over but he had gone up against female lawyers dressed far more provocatively than Terry was dressed. When the court was admitted and took their seats, more than one of the officers in the jury checked her out surreptitiously. The judge entered the room, surveyed the participants and didn't even pause when his eyes saw her. Good sign, although he hadn't had the full impact yet. The civilian attorney handled the direct examination of his client. On cross, the prosecution could only raise issues which he had already raised. Neither Terry nor David sensed that he had made any mistakes but exchanged notes on a couple of points that might present an opening, depending on the judge's mood. The defendant's eyes kept coming back to the attractive young Captain. Terry in turn fixed his gaze at every opportunity; it was a look that said contempt. The direct was short and coming to a close. David wrote one word on the note pad he and Terry were sharing: recess? No, she replied under his written word. If the prosecution asked for a brief recess to readjust to any surprises in the direct examination, they would almost certainly be granted it. The civilian defense attorney knew his client well enough to know he needed a recess in order to get him back in character. He requested one. David objected. "You honor, this has been a long trial and we've been in session less than thirty minutes. This witness has certainly had adequate coaching---pardon me---the defendant and his council have had more than sufficient time to prepare for cross examination." "I agree; objection sustained. Proceed, Major." The full impact of Terry's persona hit everyone in the room when she rose, requested permission to approach the witness and moved toward the witness stand. For the first time, the judge reacted almost imperceptibly. David held his breath; he was sure the Colonel who had slipped into the back of the room was doing the same. The judge's eyes dropped as he appeared to be scanning a document in front of him. Terry's cross went on for almost three hours. Without the attire and look, it would still have been masterful. The defense objected each time she attempted to expand her cross based on the direct. She won damn near every one of them. At one point, the judge admonished the defense attorney for his excessive and often frivolous objections. On more than one occasion, she demonstrated an almost verbatim, total recall of the defense's direct examination. The defense would object; Terry would plead her case. The judge would have the recorder read back the direct. At times, it was as if the defense attorney didn't remember what he had asked, with his notes sitting in front of him, as clearly as Terry did. Terry alternately moved away from the witness, often turning to present her exquisite rump or bending over the prosecution's table. He was known to have had an anal fixation; all of his rapes involved anal sodomy. She would quickly turn and move in as close as court protocol would allow. At those points when she graphically read back the record of his alleged sexual assaults, her face screamed contempt and lack of respect or regard. He was sweating and fidgeting. He was slipping in and out of character. His responses were at time disrespectful and, in spite of his efforts to recover, the court couldn't miss his lapses. In the last few minutes, Terry had one more tiny crevice in the defense's direct she was determined to slip through. It involved exploring the defendant's allegedly normal sexual relations with a trashy young woman whom the defense had called to support his claims. While David had certainly damaged her veracity earlier in his cross, it was worth a shot. The defense attorney had not erred; his client had answered one single question with more information than his mouth piece would have liked. He'd thought she had missed it since she hadn't gone there yet. He was dead wrong. The second Terry broached the subject, he jumped to his feet to object. "Your honor, my esteemed colleague is certainly correct---he did not go there in his direct---but his client did so in one of his answers. Request a read back of the record if it pleases the court?" Of course, once again she was dead on. The judge mulled it over. He asked Terry to restate why she felt that she had a right to question the witness involving his supposed normal sexual relationship with the young woman who had previously testified. She did so brilliantly; she cited cases to support her position. The judge relented. The defense attorney slumped back in his chair. Quoting from the record of his own testimony and his supposed girl friend's, Terry began to probe, reading back the somewhat graphic previous testimony and in essence demanding to know exactly what the little pervert considered "normal sexual relations." David knew she was very close to the edge of propriety but sensed that the defendant was close to losing it. "Consensual rough sex" was a key premise in the defense's case. As such Terry thought the court had a right to know what specific activities the defendant personally believed constituted consensual rough sex. The judge was very attentive, leaning toward the actions, ready to stop her if she got over the line. The point came when David was convinced that Terry had unraveled him enough; his true colors were shining through; the court was back on their side. Terry was one step ahead of him and preparing to close it out. "Did you and your alleged girl friend ever have rough anal sex? I would remind the witness that she can be recalled and asked that question." "No...yes...no." "Which is it?" "No." "Why not? You just testified that rough anal sex fits your definition of normal sexual activities. You testified on direct examination that you never raped any of those women...that it was consensual." "No, she and I never did it that way." "Why not? "I don't know." "Was it because she refused to allow you to sodomize her?" "I don't remember." "Have you ever had anal sex with another man? Withdrawn...I'm done with this witness, your honor." "I'm no faggot, you ball busting cunt...you could use a stiff one in the ass." Before the judge could speak or the defense could rise to object, Terry spun around and put her face inches in front of the witness. "Which could only happen if you drugged me, beat me senseless and then tied me spread eagle and face down over a fence---just the way you did to all seven of the women you brutalized! Withdrawn." That did it; the little jerk came over the front of the witness stand prepared to beat and probably sodomize Terry. She spun back quickly against the podium which housed the judge's bench. Fortunately a burly MP had already started to move and had the much smaller man face down and in restraints before anyone knew what happened. He was dragged from the courtroom still screaming, "ball busting bitch, fucking cunt" and other words and phrases that were unintelligible. The defense finally got in their objection; they demanded a mistrial. The judge's response in essence said, 'don't hold your breath.' The judge had intended to recess for lunch and allow closing arguments that afternoon. The defense pleaded for a recess until the following morning and the prosecution did not object. After the judge and the court had filed out, David turned to Terry. "So, counselor, how do you feel about doing the closing arguments?" "I'll be ready." "I have no doubt." The defense now wanted to talk deal. David again turned to Terry. "Let me ask my co-council on the case. Captain Lester, are we interested in a plea bargain?" "Not from where I stand, sir." "I'd say we're in agreement." The Colonel had waited and joined his two trial attorneys as they prepared to leave the court room. "Sir, if you don't mind, I need to drive back over to the BOQ and change." "Don't change on my account, Captain." He smiled. "Take as much time as you need. Hell of a job, Captain Lester...hell of a job." The Colonel and David fell into step together as they made the short walk back to the office. "So, Major, I'm assuming your recommendation to release Captain Lester for first chair litigation duties will be on my desk...today?" "Oh, yeah...yes, sir." "I don't think I'd want to get on her bad side. Jesus...In almost twenty years in military courts, I've never witnessed anything quite like that. You told me she was tough." "Colonel, I'd like to tell you who she is but it stays between the two of us." David gave his boss an overview of where Terry had begun her life journey but did not include the night he had spent with her and her sister two weeks prior to graduating from high school. "I guessed there was a sad story there; you don't get that kind of grit in college and law school. I could see the look on Phil's face. You and Terry are liable to be in a contest for most feared prosecutors...and I might have to lay down a few bucks on her." "Same here, sir." "On that note, I'm about to add to your already crushing workload. I've been tasked to take a very long airplane ride and oversee another war crimes investigation. It could be two weeks---it could be two months...or more. You are in charge in my absence. I've already spoken to the senior judge and he not only agreed but said you should feel free to call on him if any of those colonels out there try to screw with you. Terry's going to have to pick up some of your load. I'm trying to get a loaner in from another installation---but don't count on it." "When are you leaving, sir?" "First of the week." Terry's closing arguments were every bit as masterful as her cross had been. She didn't ramble or get verbose. The officers assigned to hear the case and serve as jury were in deliberation for a little over an hour. They found the defendant guilty and ultimately recommended the most severe penalty short of a firing squad. Time flew in the Colonel's absence. David had another learning curve to surmount as he had to manage and administer the busy office. Terry proved invaluable; she had actually been in charge of something before in her prior life as a paralegal. By the end of the first month, David felt as if his head was finally above water. He learned more about leadership and management from Terry in a month than he had ever learned before. After a couple of head butting sessions from a couple of commanders who thought they didn't want the attractive young Captain prosecuting their cases, things fell into a normal if hectic routine. The Colonel's absence stretched into four months. Terry was essentially the lead prosecutor and quickly racked up a record of wins as impressive as David's in percentages if not yet in numbers. With barely six weeks left on active duty, David was relieved the Monday morning when the Colonel strolled in as if he'd just taken a long weekend. David and Terry had been almost connected at the hip for over four months but it had been all about work. They often shared a beer or a bite but even then work occupied their conversations. It was as if they had never shared significant intimacy that night over eight years earlier. From Terry's perspective, she was pleased that David had never allowed their sordid past to enter into their current relationship. She liked, admired and respected him but neither had either the time or the inclination to explore anything other than legal issues. David liked, admired and respected Terry. He felt a genuine fondness, even affection for her. Without question, he found her attractive. They were an amazing team together. Often it was as if they read each other's minds. David had neither the time nor the inclination to mess up a perfect working relationship by doing anything inappropriate with a trusted and invaluable subordinate...but every so often his mind would flash back to that night he had lost his virginity---with her. David had a number of attractive offers in the civilian world. He liked---loved---being a prosecutor even though the big money was in defense. He accepted a position in a federal prosecutor's office which was short on competent litigators. His new office would be barely thirty minutes away from his current one. He sat in the Colonel's office for the last time on his final day in uniform. "David, I couldn't be happier to find out you're still going to be around the local area; I thought you hated this part of the country?" "After three years, it's grown on me. I elected to stay in the reserves so we might just bump into each other officially." "You're going to miss military justice---admit it!" "Sadly I fear you are correct." "As you well know, per your recommendation Terry is taking over as chief of the prosecution team; the only officer technically senior to her didn't even object. I'm still trying to get her promoted. Hell, it's not like the line officer environment! We're well under allocation world wide in JAG 04s and the job calls for an 04. At the very least I'd like to be able to frock her so she could at least wear a pair of oak leaves if not get paid for wearing them." "So in a little under an hour, I will no longer be her boss?" "Hell, you haven't been her boss since I signed the order just after lunch...why?" "I'm planning on ask her out---on a date." "Why didn't you do that a long time ago?" "It wouldn't have been appropriate, never had time and I didn't want to inject anything into a perfect working relationship that might have screwed up that perfect relationship." "Well, Major, what the hell are you doing still sitting in my office?" It was Friday; the day before, David had removed his personal items from the office he had shared with Terry for six months. A new prosecutor would be arriving within the week and would quite probably be assigned to his old desk. Terry was just dispensing with the last of her in box and getting ready to leave on time for the first time in longer than she could remember when David plopped down in the chair next to her desk. "The old man informs me that as of several hours ago I am no longer your boss---and at 1630, it will be a moot point anyway." "Imagine that!" Terry said with a grin. "So, in view of that fact...I'd like to ask you out...on a date...dinner...a real date." Terry sat down and covered her mouth with her hand. She knew they were good friends; she knew they worked extremely well together. David had not flirted with her or made a pass since the first day she had walked in his office. She had just assumed that, along with the hectic schedule, he just wasn't really interested in her...she wasn't his type...their brief but somewhat unusual history together over eight years ago made her...she wasn't sure what it made her. She'd worked closely with men before; at some point someone flirted, made a pass, propinquity took its toll and something sometimes happened. It had happened to her when she had been enlisted and she had succumbed once. It had gotten messy and she had ended it quickly and never let it happen again. She was, in retrospect, very glad that David had kept things professional. On the other hand she had always been fond of him; she might have been wild at nineteen but David probably never believed that he had been the first and only boy to be inside her like that. In truth, she had had romantic thoughts about him; those thoughts had faded over the previous few months as she had come to the conclusion that he wasn't interested in her that way...or romantically. Was he interested? Interested in what? Was this just a platonic "date" between two good friends before he said goodbye? David had not really discussed his future career plans in any detail. She was confused; she didn't like to be confused. "David? Sure...I'd like that...when are you leaving?" "Leaving? Oh, shit! We haven't had a chance to talk about anything but cases. I'm not leaving—not leaving the area. I took a job with the federal prosecutor...thirty minutes from here." "I recall that you said something about it but I thought you didn't like this part of the world." "It's grown on me; I've made a few friends here...you're here." "I'm here?" "Yeah...you! I have never enjoyed working with anyone the way I've enjoyed working with you over the last six months. I like you...a lot. I admire and respect you as an officer, a lawyer and a person more than anyone I've ever known. We've never had a chance to get to know each other on a personal level. I want us to do that...I want us to be something more than good friends unless you..." As tough, gritty and strong as Terry was, her eyes filled with tears. David didn't have a clue what that meant. He was about to find out. "What time is it, David?" Terry said, standing up. "It is...1633," he said, also standing up. "Kiss me, civilian," she said, melting into his arms. She broke the kiss reluctantly, whispering in his ear. "I had no idea you had feelings for me...I guess I assumed you would never be able to see me as anything but...trash...poor white trash. You might respect the job I did but could never really respect me as a person...as a woman." "Oh, baby, you couldn't be more wrong." "I was wild, rebellious...desperate for affection...love...terribly slutty...that's not who I am now." "Oh, darn!" She slapped him playfully. "Gayle and I did some pretty wild things but we really were virgins. When I let you do...what we did the last time...I'd never done that before...or since." "Not that it matters---please know that---but why me?" "You were cute and you lived on the right side of the tracks. When we were in that play together, you never treated me like trash. I had a crush on you, 'Mr. Blandings'! And even after the play was over---when the other kids in the play acted like they didn't know me, you always smiled...always spoke. Finally, you might have been a virgin but you were the best kisser I'd ever kissed; your hands were strong but gentle...as crazy as it sounds, I felt safe with you in spite of all the craziness." "Lucky me!" "I'd say so! It was the hottest, wildest thing you'd ever done. Looking back, it was absolutely the wildest thing we---I---had ever done. What blew me away is we didn't hear it played back to us over the next two weeks. You never told anyone---did you? Lucky me." Terry and David "Not even to this day. It's still the wildest thing I've ever done." "Well, don't count on a rematch; Gayle has long since retired from sluts anonymous. I was the instigator---big sister---and she went along." "We don't really need Gayle to get crazy together----do we?" "Have you got records? I'm trying to stifle a giggle at the fact that David finally decided to make a pass at me." "Uh, huh on both counts...better late than never?" "Have you got a record player in your bedroom?" "Top of the line." "Don't tell me you've got a double bed." "Bigger." "Do you still keep your petroleum jelly under the mattress?" "No, but I'm sure I have a jar somewhere." "What time does your farewell dinner start?" "1930" "That's almost three hours; I need to stop by the BOQ to change...how far away is your house?" "Twenty minutes...you're still living in the BOQ?" "Yep! Too damned busy to find an apartment." "It's a big house for one guy; maybe we can work out an arrangement." "What kind of arrangement did you have in mind?" "Long term...very long term...long term as in permanent?" "That's an interesting proposal." "Play your cards right and a proposal could be forthcoming." "Oh, my! Well, we better hurry up and get going. It looks like I don't have much time before dinner to play my best cards." "We'll have lots of time to play after the dinner...as long as it takes...for the rest of our lives." "Oh, my." * Edited by Techsan