Sergent Joanna Greene felt a little silly, like all those old stories about women who really did have a man in every port. It wasn't that sort of thing at all really. It was just the simple matter that Joanna was used to the army life which included wake up call at 0600 hours, while Henry obviously wasn't. At this point, she didn't even need the alarm clock anymore, she was just awake by 0600 hours and fully cognizant almost instantly. Coffee would be nice, but it wasn't required.
Of course, Jo and Henry had fucked 3 times. She does chuckle a bit at the idea that maybe, just maybe, the technical virgin had fucked the super-stud into a coma. He was still sleeping the sleep of the just, or the dead.
She had used the shower of the civilian guest quarters, partly because it was right there and open and partly because of the bruising on her crotch. Nothing against him, but the first time with a man so energetic and enthusiastic would leave her a bit sore- nothing that could be helped. Of course her routine was so in place that even with taking her time she was still ready to be out the door by 0630, ready for another day in this woman's army.
Still, even for as slow as her timing was compared to her average, it was a bit of a surprise to see Private Kelly Arnold just on the other side of the door when she opened it. Private Arnold looked like she had the bright idea of bringing someone breakfast and Jo would wager a month's pay that the blond wasn't thinking of her Sergent. She stood at attention at the sight of her commander, or as best she could holding a try of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with a couple cartons of orange juice.
"Ma'am"
"Private," Joanna replies with a bit of amusement. It looks like Private Arnold definitely had ulterior motives. She seemed to have gone for the outfit usually worn in the gym by the angel company, or a variation there of. A simple a-frame t-shirt, still nicknamed the "wife-beater" even though they were cut with women in mind now, and simple but tight gym shorts. Of course, usually when they wore those things they also wore a bra underneath which Private Arnold definitely wasn't.
"Permission to speak freely, ma'am?"
Jo thought about it for a second, then let the door close to the guest quarters before answering, "Granted."
"How was he?"
". . .Amazing," she decides to answer honestly and feeling a bit tingly for it, "but he'll be asleep for quite a while."
Private Arnold looks visibly crestfallen at this, but stands resolute, "Thank you, ma'am. It would be a shame if a class blue couldn't fuck worth a damn. He say anything about the rest of us?"
Joanna Greene the army Sergent feels pleased to say what she says next, but the woman is less then thrilled, "With genes like his, anything less then getting as many of you into bed as possible would be a disservice to the human race."
The Private actually squeals with glee a bit at this, "Sorry, but the only other men we've seen for months have been trying to rape and kill us- and not necessarily in that order and frequency. A lot of us are feeling. . .antsy."
"Just make sure all of you respect his space, men get tired faster then we do after all."
"Aye aye, ma'am."
"Dismissed."
And with that, Private Arnold enters the guest rooms anyway- mostly just to drop the tray off, though she does start heading toward the shower. Cut a few corners, did we? Maybe he'll wake up while she's showering. Joanna pushes it out of her mind and goes about her duty. |