Four weeks later Ron and I were two weeks into the Recruiter/Guidance Counselor course at Ft Ben and had just gotten our final recruiting station assignments. We were not going to be in the same station but after training we were both going to be assigned to a station in Pa and would both be under the Pittsburgh DRC (District Recruiting Command), Beth was also to be assigned to the Pittsburgh DRC (Oh yeah, Beth our fellow Ft Story instructor was also assigned to recruiting and was with us at Ft Ben for training). The Women's Army Corps (WACs) was still in existence, in those days, and the female recruiters were not assigned to stations but worked out of the DRCs and helped all of the recruiters when dealing with female applicants.
Beth did not like being placed on recruiting duty any more than Ron or me but we were all kind of blackmailed into "volunteering" with the veiled threat of assignment to Nam and we all ended up joining the recruiting *******.
We all arrived at Ft Ben after a short 1 week leave to visit family and 2 days travel time. We were all in the same class (they were actually running 24 hours and teaching 3 classes at the same time in 3 eight hour shifts - we were in the 1400 - 2200 shift) and Ron and I were roommates in the BEQ (Bachelor Enlisted Quarters) and Beth had a NCO room at the WAC barracks. Since we would only be there a couple of months there was no sense in looking for off-post housing. Because we came together from our previous assignment we became the "Three Musketeers" and hung out together during and after duty.
My week at home went by too fast and although Sharon wasn't happy that I was ditching her again while I went to training, she was excited that afterwards not only would our family be together again, but we would almost be civilians and living (we thought) like normal people for a change. I was surprised that Ron didn't come home with me (to visit his future wife and my sister-in-law haha) but he returned to Baltimore for his leave and met us at Ft Ben.
It was our habit to go off post and eat at an all-night diner after we finished our class and before hitting our racks. Our little group consisted of the Three Musketeers and Judy a little gal that Ron had befriended within a week of our class beginning. Judy was a white girl (I gave Ron a hard time about that, kidding him about only chasing white girl tail, his only reply was, "I admit it man, I'm adicted to that stuff") Judy was small - maybe 5'2" - 110 lbs and was what most people would describe as "plain" or "average". brown hair, brown eyes, not ugly, not pretty, no outstanding body feature, or flaw - you know - average . . . except she was smart as a whip and funny as hell. She had a dry sense of humor and would say something hilarious that you wouldn't get at first and then end up laughing your ass off.
What brought Judy into our group (besides an obvious crush she had on Ron) was that she was a local girl, born and raised in Indianapolis, she was our resident expert and guide for all things local.
The second time she joined us and after we found out she was a local we were all complaining about how, for the size of the city, there was nothing to do and Judy says, "How about we all go see the Rolling Stones next week".
Me - Excuse me, I thought you said Rolling Stones.
Judy - I did.
Beth - The Rolling Stones in Indianapolis?
Judy - Yep, next week - in the convention center, it's part of their U.S. tour.
Ron - why haven't we heard anything about it?
Judy - Oh it's sold out, been sold out for months.
Me - And we would get in - how?
Judy - my brother works there and he can get us in to work crowd control.
Ron - Security? No way - I've heard about the ******* that goes down at Stone's concerts.
Judy - No not security, the cops are there for that, this is just taking tickets, directing people and helping out the convention staff. The only hang up is it's on a class night and we would need to get out of class early, we would have to be there by 6:30Pm.
To make a long story short, with a little planning and some deception to our instructors, it all came together and what a blast (I couldn't hear again for 2 days). Midnight found us sitting on my car drinking beer and watching the taillights of cars trying to get out of the grid-locked parking areas, there was no need to try to go anywhere so like a lot of other people we were just watching and waiting. Ron was leaning against the trunk and Judy, who cleans up pretty good and looks a lot better in a mini skirt than fatigues was leaning against him, she was kind of tucked in under his arm and had obviously staked a claim on him.
Like the good-buddies we were, Beth and I stood near-by sipping beer and talking about the concert (we were obviously together but not a couple). Beth cleaned up REAL good and I would have been proud to have been here date but our relationship just hadn't gone there. She was letting her blonde hair grow out some (I think in an effort to better fit in with her soon to be civilian target audience). She wore tight jeans and a sexy blouse and sandals and she look good - VERY GOOD. She leaned in to me and made the comment that apparently Judy had found a weak-spot in our group and was claiming it; we both laughed but realized at the same time that it was true.
Since Judy's was from Indianapolis, she was staying at home, not on base so we headed to her house to drop her off before returning to base, Beth and I in the front seat and Ron and Judy in the back (on the way to the concert it had been guys in the front and girls in the back but that dynamic had changed). As we drove Ron and Judy sat close to one another and I could hear Judy whispering and giggling. Ron was not resisting and they were making out like two teeny-boppers, occasionally, I would glance in the mirror and catch them kissing and although I could not see it, I knew their exploring hands were at work.
When we arrived at Judy's, they both got out and saying they just wanted to talk for awhile and that Judy would use her folks car to return Ron to base, they closed the door and off they went. Beth and I looked at each other and Beth rolled her eyes and said, "see you guys later" and we drove away.
We rode in silence for a few minutes until Beth finally said what we were both thinking. "Talk, my ass" she chuckled. Actually, what the voyeur in me was thinking was - I'd love to watch them talk. We rode a while longer and Beth said, "I'm hungry, let's go to the diner". So we ended up eating a late late Supper (or early breakfast) at the diner while our friends were off "talking". Later I dropped Beth off at the Wac shack and headed to the BEQ.
The BEQ, being occupied by only NCOs, was a come and go as you pleased kind of place with no charge of quarters or other type of duty personnel in place. At 2 in the morning, it was deserted. I walked down the hall to our room, unlocked the door and stepped into the room To my surprise, Ron was in his rack. Then I noticed that there was a suspicious lump in the covers on the other side of Ron. Ron lay there with a sheepish grin on his face; he raised a finger to his lips in the classic "SHHHH" gesture and I sighed and made my way to my side of the room without turning on the lights (now, how good of a friend was I?) I briefly contemplated sleeping in my car, but quickly rejected that idea (not THAT good of a friend). If it didn't bother them, then it wouldn't bother me. This was, after all, my room too.
I stripped to my underwear and slid into my bed. The fire light cast a soft red glow over the room and I lay there quietly trying to hear if there were any erotic sounds coming from the other side of the room. After a few minutes I was rewarded by the sound of soft kissing and the rustling of covers. Although I pretended to be asleep I strained to hear what was happening nearby. Soon, through slit eyes, I could see that Ron lay on his back and Judy was laying on top of him, rubbing her body against Ron's as they kissed and caressed one another. Then I began to hear the wet sounds of penetration and slow-gentle fucking. Judy murmured "so good - better than I expected - so fucking good". I was getting my wish to watch and listen to them "talk". I began to quietly stroke my now erect cock in time to their love-making. Judy looked my way and after studying me for a moment, she must have decided I was asleep (or maybe she just wanted to show off), either way I didn't care because she slowly rose up until with her hands on Ron's chest and the covers sliding down her back she proceeded to ride Ron's cock with determination. As she rode up and down the covers slid further off until I could see her breasts, which were actually bigger than I thought and her ass which, also, was pleasantly plump. She definitely had the youthful body that was tight and well proportioned (it's amazing what fatigues can hide). In the pale light, I could barely see Ron but the red-cast of the fire light brought him out of the shadows and the rise and fall of Judy's pale body made quite an image. It looked like a fair maiden, full of lust, riding the prong of a demon with abandon and I thought of the Stone's song "Sympathy for the devil" as I came; or I should say, "we came". To the sounds of heavy "recovery-breathing" and sloppy-kisses, I fell asleep.
The sound of someone rising and going to the latrine, along with the light streaming in the window, woke me at a time earlier than normal and I looked to see Judy in her bra and panties disappearing into the toilet - like I said before, "nice ass". I rolled over and fell back to sleep and the next time I woke it was almost noon and I was alone in the room; my first thought was, "was this a dream"? My second was - "I need coffee - bad" . . .
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