The Battles of Rock Harbor

by J. B. Craig

  “You make it easy to want to go again, beautiful.” He whispered in her ear, then nibbled on her ear lobe.

  Greg took the next few minutes to feel her ass against his manhood and reached around to play with her belly and nipples, while telling her how beautiful she was in her ear. “I’ve watched you, and tried to behave, but being here – I never knew how hot you were. I want to do this a lot, if you’re willing.”

  “Willing? I’m able, cowboy!” she said as she shoved him onto his back with her behind, spun around, and sat up on his waist. Then she kissed him, slid OVER and past his manhood, and said “So, we have touch, feel, sound and… yep,” she sniffed his lips and fingers), “smell covered. You got your taste. It’s my turn, she said as she took him into her mouth, slowly, and deliberately moved down his shaft. She was really good at doing her part there, but after a few minutes, Greg pulled her up to him.

  “Enough, if I’m going to be inside you, I want to be inside you down there. I don’t want to just take from you. Let’s share the pleasure.”

  “I was enjoying that, for the record.” She scolded. But since you’re such a gentleman cowboy, I think you need a cowgirl. She slid up his leg, flexing her inner thighs around his. Then, she got on her knees, lifted her hips off the bed, reached down, and grabbed Greg. “You hold onto whatever you need to so that I don’t fall off!” She laughed that throaty laugh that he really was getting crazier about, although her giggle was sexy, too. Then, she grabbed Greg’s hands, and put them on her breasts.

  The next 40 minutes, plus or minus, were some of the slowest, sensual minutes of his life. Greg looked up at her body, mostly hidden by the dark, but his night vision was tuned in, and the curtains and screen facing the bay were open. Jennifer proceeded to slowly rise and fall on Greg. She would slide almost all the way off, until Greg was afraid that he would pop out. Then she would moan, and slide back down around his strawberry tip, wiggling herself as Greg tried to contain himself, literally. When she felt him starting to cum, she would stop moving, lean forward, and French kiss him, telling him that she wanted him to stay in her longer. When he had control again, she would squeeze her muscles down there, and then start stroking again. When they both finally came together, she fell on his sweaty chest, and whispered, in almost English, “More shower, as shoon ash I can feel my legshhh.”

  Jen and Greg slept for an hour or so. Then he opened his eyes when Jen grabbed his handle. “You go get some more rain water, cowboy. I need a rinse-off for round 3.”

  “Round 3 for me, darlin’.” He said in his best cowboy accent. “You’re at least on 4, if you’re not lying.”

  “She looked him in the eyes, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue was gentle, yet probing, and he responded. “Cowboy, I need to wash up for my number 6!”

  Greg looked at her said, “I wasn’t keeping count, too busy enjoying myself, but a couple of those were the quiet kind, I guess.”

  “Indeed. The ‘deep ones’ ones can get loud, as you heard, but I just shudder and moan a bit for the first kind. After we shower up, I want you to get one more. The view from behind isn’t as good, but those are the deepest ones.” She looked down. “I see you have one more in the chamber, cowboy.”

  “We’ve already had all 4 kinds of orgasm, not just the first 2.” Greg smiled, because it was his best racy conversational line – in the right setting. He always had at least one woman at a party that was among the kind of friends you could talk this way to, who would hear him and say what Jen was about to…

  “FOUR Kinds! There aren’t 4 kinds of orgasm, you liar!” She smiled and grabbed his ass.

  “Yes there are. Sadly, some women go through life without ever having any – alone or with a partner. Many only know the first kind. Only the rare diamond gets to have all 4 – especially in one night.”

  “Not if they’re with you!” She said, stroking his manly ego. She was sure that he knew she was teasing, OK, mocking him.

  “True Story.” he said with a straight face. “First is the kind you got from my tongue – clitoral. Most women who have ever had one, by themselves, with a toy, or with a partner know that one very well. You named the second type – the ‘deep one’. That’s where I find your g-spot. Yours, by the way is the rough patch on the top, inside, just under your belly button.” Jennifer blushed.

  “OK, Casanova. What’s number 3?”

  He smiled. You had those, too… Multiple, where you get both kinds in the same session. You admitted to that one, cowgirl. Before you burst from anticipation, the fourth is ‘simultaneous’. I promise, we checked that box at least twice. First in the shower, based on your feedback.”

  “That’s cheating!” She giggled and slapped him on the ass again.

  “I hear there’s a fifth, but I’m not into anal.” Greg said with a serious expression.

  Just to see the look on his face, she said, “Not yet you aren’t.” Yes, the look of confusion, surprise, and then genuine laugher was worth it, even if she probably wasn’t either.”

  By the end of the night, Greg really could write a story about the virtues of Jen’s fine ass versus her front. It’s not that he wanted to rule on which was better, but he did come to appreciate all the angles that she had to offer. They got about 3 more hours of sleep before it was time for the day shift. Greg decided that being in charge had to have some benefits, and he grabbed a few more gallons of water, and they had a morning shower, with stroking and kissing, but neither was dying for more sex. Their hips and parts were a bit sore.

  “Let’s go waddle to breakfast, Cowboy.” If I knew you had those tricks, I might not have waited so long.

  “Jen, at least half of those tricks we made up together last night. MY desire to not disappoint you was what kept me going.”

  “Disappointment absent, cowboy.” Then Jen smacked his ass, hard. “Now GET UP, SOLDIER! It’s time to save the world.”

  “No pressure.” Greg then returned the favor and left a hand-print on her fine behind. Not a dark red one, but something to remember. They had slapped and pinched throughout the night, so he knew she was Ok with it, but she still made a little “Meep” sound. They both cleaned up, dried off, went to the mansion to wake up Annie, geared up, and went back to breakfast and the front lines.

  “I sure hope I don’t die any time soon, but If I do, I’ll replay last night before the lights go out.” Greg said, as they held hands and walked out of the circle, under the view of a smiling few who were out and about early.

  “Don’t you die, cowboy. I want to get to know more of you. Oh, by the way, we’re moving out of the Mansion. I don’t want your soldiers to mutiny after having to listen to us like we were last night.”

  “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll fix up Annie’s room when I am off-shift. Is it safe to assume you’ll be staying with me?” He looked her way, worried.

  “That’s the only way I’ll move in with you.” She paused and looked into his eyes. “I love you. I think I have since Mike took me away. I’ve dreamed of us. Is that bad?”

  “Not for me, sugar. I’m thinking I was in the neighborhood, myself. I’m falling hard right now, cowgirl.” He admitted shyly, as they walked into the breakfast hall, holding hands.

  “Well it’s about fucking time, Amigo!” cheered Angel, as the whole community made lewd comments or gave a round of applause. Even Annie was cheering, although she didn’t know why, exactly. Her mom was smiling for the first time in a long time, and that was enough for her.

  Gunny walked over, hugged Jennifer, and yelled “Ooooh-Rah”. The rest of the soldiers in the compound gave their own version of the response – “Hoooaaahhh!” Only Top had a pensive look on his face.

  New friends

  At breakfast the next day, Top and Greg were in a corner, having a conversation. “Look Top, the ‘dogs got together without me and assigned Jennifer and me to the rear. How far do you want us to run when stuff goes down? Another thing - For the sake of Morale and all that is holy, please, please move Gunny and Manuel
down there, or at least out of the mansion. People need to sleep! And it can’t be healthy for the single ones!”

  “I’ve heard some complaints from the single soldiers, Jefe. I think you’re right. You may not have noticed, but several couples have formed. You’ll never guess who Esteban has a thing for.”

  “Based on his size, I hope it’s the 5 Ton, for everyone’s sake! The tail gate may not survive, and I hope they give tetanus shots in Mexico City!”

  “If you were to say the fire truck, you’d be close.” Said Top. “It’s Lindsey the firefighter, but she and Shane have been keeping their relationship on the down-low. Esteban took her rejection like a man, and I don’t think we need to worry about any friction, but the poor guy is disappointed. I pity the fool that shows up with aggression in their mind. He’ll crush them, just out of sexual tension.”

  Both men laughed at the joke. “It’s a shame she doesn’t have a thing for him, he’s such a good guy. He’ll find love one day. Give him a break if he’s a little crestfallen. He’s asked to be on 5-ton duty for a while. I think it’s so he can either gather his thoughts, or cry alone. Maybe he’s toking it up a little, since we’re out of booze. Hopefully he’ll find some peace before the shit hits the fan again. We both know that we need Esteban to be sharp and focused when the next wave comes.”

  Top looked at Greg with a shocked look on his face. “Smoking weed?!?!” My soldiers aren’t druggies!”

  “He’s not a soldier, Top, but I was just joking about it out in the shed. He’s too disciplined to smoke while on guard duty. That doesn’t mean he won’t when he’s off duty, though. We all deal with this situation in our own ways. I don’t know the answer, but keep in mind that we’re desperate enough that we’ve rigged the mansion to blow, worst case. Trade that off with an attack from the rear as another possibility, and death is all around us. If someone burns a little “happy grass” when they’re off duty, I’m good with it. Don’t tell me there aren’t a few cannabis crops growing out here. Hell, I’ve had a toke with some of the residents!” The look on Top’s face was incredulous. Greg tried to calm him down.

  “It’s the fucking apocalypse, brother. DEA isn’t going to swoop down on us, and how harmful can an occasional toke be. Pot has only killed 7 people in the history of the world: One person ate themselves to death. 4 friends got the giggles after a particularly funny joke and laughed themselves to death. The last, lucky 2 fucked themselves to death.”

  Top laughed, nodded, and said “Whatever floats your boat. None for me, thanks. The shit they grow here is brown-weed. Now, that stuff I had in Taiwan… I’d do that again!” Top laughed at the look on Greg’s face. “Yeah. Close your mouth. This old dog has seen the world!”

  “You move where you want to, and I’ll have a talk with Manuel and Gunny. I think you’re right there, and having 2 strong and deadly couples anchoring the circle won’t be the worst thing in the world. You clearly don’t care if people are talking. I have your back on this, as long as you don’t lose your razors edge with your druggie habits, or that woman keeping you up at night!”

  “Come on, Top. How many hours of sleep does a man need?”

  “The Army issued us 5 hours a night, so get at least that much, or I’ll be on your ass, Sir.”

  Greg noted that this “Sir” thing was starting to get out of hand. Somehow, Jefe was different, after all he was the Chief of Security. As a non-commissioned officer in the Army, he didn’t like the moniker. Top saw his face, and to help cushion the blow, he smiled and said, “Well, you don’t work for a living any more. Hence, you’re an officer. That said, at least you’re at least a Mustang, and they don’t suck too bad.” At the look on Greg’s face, Top slapped him on the back, and walked away guffawing. Mustang officers are those that rise through the enlisted ranks, then go to Officer Candidate School (OCS). All else being equal, they garner more respect from the enlisted ranks, and tend to treat their men a little better, having had to live the life of guard duty and Kitchen Patrol (KP) that comes with being a junior enlisted man. Leadership lesson: Humility breeds empathy.

  Just then, the radio squawked. Barn Owl here. 3 men walking down the road. They’re Armed, but not sneaking. They see the truck, and all 3 just put their rifles up over their heads in a T, with fingers off the trigger.

  Greg clicked on the radio. “OK, Este. Keep an eye behind them, in case they’re scouts. Top and I will be at the trail head. Break. Bill, you’re at the truck, right?”

  “Roger, plus one. We see them.”

  “Glad you’re there, Bill. Stop them, but don’t be too aggressive. Glad you’re on duty, brother.”

  The radio clicked twice, acknowledging the order.

  Top and Greg ran towards the front. Without any orders, a handful of men and women streamed out of the mansion behind them, and followed silently, armed and ready for action. In 2 minutes, they were at the trailhead, and saw Bill chatting with a trio of men. One was Caucasian, one looked Hispanic, and one was clearly African American. The Black man was standing in front and led his men in moving their weapons from the overhead T to the ground. Bill’s rifle was pointed up, and ‘Betto had his on his hip, pointed up. The 3 men startled when Greg cleared his throat. They turned around and had more than a half-dozen men behind them, rifles pointed at the road.

  Greg walked forward. “Hi gentlemen, I’m Greg, and these are the Sheepdogs.”

  The black man walked forward with his hand outstretched, and a huge smile on his face. “I’m Leo. We come from Tappahannock, down the road. We wanted to introduce ourselves to our neighbors holding our Northern front. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

  “Nice to meet you, Leo. We haven’t ventured that far from here. Would you like to come in and have some refreshments? Are you OK with leaving your weapons with my men in the truck? We’ll return them.”

  “No problem, Greg. We did our homework. We know you’re good people. Several of the outlying farmers are friends and family of me and my friends here. We’d be happy to join your group for some snacks. I’d say it’s a long walk from Montross, but we left our 4-wheelers a mile or so back. We didn’t want to intimidate.”

  “I saw you with your rifles over your head in a T. That’s very non-threatening, and really settled down my guys, including the first one who saw you.”

  “Yeah, it’s not foolproof, but that’s our signal for an un-threatening friend in our town. We also have a flashing light signal, letting us know a friend is coming. It’s not very original, but it works.”

  “What, like Shave and a haircut, two bits.” Greg laughed, joking with Leo.

  Leo looked surprised. “Yeah, man. You got it in one. Maybe we need to change our code, guys!” The other 2 men with Leo laughed. Greg laughed with them.

  The group went back to the community center, and the visitors had their plates filled with filling, if bland breakfast. The leaders of both groups got down to business.

  Greg said, “So, Leo, what’s up in your part of the world?”

  “Well Greg, we’re holding the Route 360 bridge on your southern flank, effectively cutting off access to the peninsula by vehicles. We’ve lost our share, as I understand you have, too.” Both men looked at each other and shared the sadness of leaders who have lost team members.

  “Thanks for that, Leo. We were barely able to hold our own little community, I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

  Well, Greg, we have a much larger population, and most are good folks willing to fight for freedom. That said, we heard you decimated that gang that was chewing us up a few months ago. We also hear that they’re reconstituting the gang, and we haven’t heard the end of them, but you punched them right in the nuts, and we appreciate your buying us all some time.”

  Top said, “We won’t be letting any of those fuckers get away next time. If they pick a fight with us, they’re all dead!”

  Pete nodded. “Understood, Top. These guys are pigs. We need to slaughter them. The problem is that we don’t know
where their HQ is. We think some are the bad guys across the river in Tappahannock, but we also hear of others up the peninsula, and random reports of more south of y’all, down by Cabin Point. We don’t know if they’re all the same group, or just multiple groups of thugs.”

  Jen asked, “What if they’re the same group, and just moving around a lot? They all had motorcycles the last time we fought them? I think there are ways to get around the bridge you hold.”

  “Well, Ma’am, our smartest people think the same thing. We don’t hear the bikes moving, but they could have some boats or other river transport, and that would work. We’re here to give you the heads up on that, because we think they have some version of a Navy. We also just wanted to touch base with you, as there are so few good guys, and safe communities out here.”