Honorable Discharge - Sex Stories

Honorable Discharge

... Scotland and the UK.” “So that's where the accent comes from,” she said. “Yeah, that's where it comes from.” He drained his beer. “So what's your story?” he asked. “Mom's an officer, dad walked out when I was little. Been bouncing between bases ever since.” “You're obviously not a kid. Why are you still hanging around?” “How old do you think I am.” “You had better be over eighteen.” “I am.” She paused waiting for him to guess. “The bartender knows you, since he didn't ask for ID. So you are over twenty-one.” “Good so far.” “Guessing not out of college yet, so probably not much older than that. Twenty-one, twenty-two.” “Twenty-Two next month,” she confirmed for him. “So college kept you here.” “It did, and I like to come here because I get free drinks from the soldiers coming through.” “So, what you're like the local meet and greet, or more like the local bicycle?” “Harsh.” “True?” “False.” “My apologies.” “Accepted.” “Mostly I'm just looking for good company.” Duncan snorted. “You're looking in the wrong place then.” “What makes you say that?” “If they're going, they are naive kids just looking to get in your pants, and if they are coming they are either cocky shit-heads who learned to use the uniform to do it, or they are like me.” “What do you mean, like you?” She pierced him with her gaze. “Hard. Darkened by what we've seen and done. Not someone you should take home with you.” Southern swallowed hard. “Maybe I should go,” she turned to slip away, but his hand flashed in ...

... an instant and held her wrist tightly, but without hurting her. “Why did you come ask me for a beer?” he asked. “What do you mean?” “Out of all the guys in this place you picked me. Why?” “Honestly, because you look the loneliest.” “Is that what you do? Look for a lonely guy so you can get an easy lay?” the anger in his tone surprised him. “I'm not looking to get laid. I'm looking for a friend.” Duncan relaxed his grip. “I'm sorry. Maybe you wouldn't mind having that drink with me.” “Why?” now she was hesitant. “Because I could use a friend.” She sat back down and picked up the bottle. “So, tell me about Scotland.” One drink turned into a few, then dinner, and then he was walking her home. Her apartment was a few blocks from the restaurant, but he didn't want the night to end. They had talked for the past six hours straight and it felt good to have normal conversation with someone that didn't revolve around military operations. He had to admit he also found her extremely attractive. When they reached the building she stopped. An awkward silence hung thick in the air. Neither of them wanted the night to be over. “Well I guess I'll see you around?” Southern asked. “Probably not. I'll have to find a place to crash tonight and I've got to find a bus back to California in the morning.” “You don't have a place to stay tonight?” “No, I'm fresh off the bus, so to speak.” “Well, you could... I mean if you wanted to... I don't want you to feel like I'm coming on to you or anything.” ...