I found Miguel where I expected and this time Jean was with him. Wow, she damn near took my breath away every time I saw her. Today she was dressed in very tight black jeans and an equally tight, very short black halter. Her long dark hair pulled back over her ears and those huge tits of hers looked like they would pop out of their confinement at any second. A black leather jacket completed her attire for maximum effect. She was just way too HOT and gifted. My pants instantly shrunk about two sizes and it was suddenly hard to move but I managed a quick greeting to her.
"Hiya Jean. Everything going all right for you?" I smiled my best smile while slightly hunched over. I pretended that I was leaning in to talk to Miguel who was busy scribbling notes. He had offered a quick wave when I came in but hadn't spoken yet. I'm not sure if I fooled her with my leaning over act but I gave it the old college try.
"Jay! Hi, and you too, Sergeant right? Yes, things are going wonderfully. I found us six teachers for the kids and we lined up a curriculum. School will start Monday and I'm so excited." She bounced up and down slightly in her excitement while seated and my eyes got very wide indeed as her massive firm breasts bounced up and down with her in that tiny halter. For a moment I couldn't speak. I was captivated by the view. Honestly, I couldn't take my eyes off them. A zombie could have walked in right then and bitten off a chunk of my arm and I wouldn't have noticed. She noticed the effect she was having on me and a gorgeous smile spread across her face. She did stop bouncing though, thank God.
"Well now I know how to get your attention at least," she spoke softly to me. I was finally able to drag my eyes from her bosom and looked into hers. "Ah yeah." It was all I could manage to say. My pants were all of four sizes to small now and my mouth had dried up. I caught her glancing downward, a small coy smile appearing on her face as I desperately shifted my attention to Miguel.
"Miguel! Hola, mi amigo" I spoke too loudly in the small room. He looked up then down as I spread the street map of Newaygo across the table in front of him. We had been keeping track of which houses and streets we cleared and I wanted to update it and indicate where we needed to concentrate heavier as more refugees poured in. Then I brought up why the Sergeant was with me.
"I want to start marksman training for the women and any men who don't know how to shoot. I want every adult and child over fourteen to be at least marksman qualified. We have enough .22's and ammo. This is important, really important and I want your men to train ours, Sergeant." I said, turning to the Sergeant.
"Yes, Sir. Good idea. No, great idea. I'll get on it right away. I'll figure out who's qualified and let Miguel here know. It will help him assign people to his work details." he nodded at Miguel who smiled back nodding happily.
"Well I don't know how long you'll be here, and too many of our people don't know which end of the gun to hold, so thanks Sergeant." he nodded and at my indication of dismissal quickly left.
The table was mostly cleared. Over by Jean, there were file folders and a couple clipboards and she had a laptop open and running with charts displayed on its screen. I didn't know nor needed to know everything that was going on. If it were important, they would tell me. I told Miguel what I needed, penciling in area's we'd covered already. He nodded and got on it by picking up a radio and started calling to his teams. I knew he would get it done soonest. By then I had myself under a semblance of control and I turned to Jean again who was now standing. Too close. I felt the stirring again. Damn it. What was wrong with me? She also smelled great. I spoke quickly before my mind shut down again.
"Okay, show me the class schedule please, Jean." I kept tight rein on my body for the moment. I wanted nothing better than to run out of there like a little boy but I had a vested interest in what they would be teaching. I had thought about it and I wanted to see certain subjects promoted or at the very least not left out. She patted the chair next to hers as she sat and rotated her laptop so I could get a good view. I sat and our hips and shoulders touched. Well that did it for sure, I thought, as I felt myself fully harden again. I made a mental note to snag some girl somewhere and relieve myself quickly. Maybe Corey, but maybe not as she was a virgin and I didn't want that on my conscious. Still, I was in desperate straits around this woman Jean.
"Gladly, Jay. Here, this is what I came up with." She pulled up an excel spreadsheet with grades and subjects listed. It looked incredibly organized with time schedules written in. I pulled the laptop closer to me. She had the Three R's down along with History and Civics. Excellent so far! Science and Botany? Well I supposed. I looked at the times. She had arranged it for a seven-hour school day. Uh, uh. I started typing making notes beside key areas on her charts.
"Okay, sexy babe were gonna change a few things." Now that my mind was completely engaged, I had no problem slipping into my accustomed chauvinistic role. "Longer sessions for one. One hour long classes are fine but I'm adding a couple." Beside me, I felt her nod. I added a class I called defense, for all grades, in addition, BB guns for grades three and under, .22's for grades fourth and over. Marksmanship was necessary in our new day and age and I alone had over ten thousand rounds of .22 in my ammo storage and there was easily five times that from the haul we took from Parsley's Gun Shop. We wouldn't run shy for a very long time.
My notes were quick and concise. Arms and survival training were added for two hours along with self-defense. I included a first aid class for the older kids for thirty minutes. A gardening class for both the younger and older kids then changed that slightly to gardening/food storage and preparation/water distillation. We would need new skills for the foreseeable future and I also added a half hour of Spanish for now, just to fill it out. I told her to get with some of our marksmen and one of the doctors to help as instructors, etc. By the time I was done, I had classes at ten hours with two half hour break periods instead of one long hour lunch in the middle. I simply felt this was a better schedule and it would keep the kids busy.
I turned to Jean to get her comments. It was then that I noticed her face was inches from mine. Our eyes met and I noticed her pupils were dilated. Her ruby lips were right there, slightly parted. I felt the warmth of her sweet smelling breath glide across the surface of my face.
So I kissed her. God I couldn't help myself. I not only kissed her I kissed her hard! My right arm circling around her waist crushing her body against mine. Oh, man it was a good kiss. My tongue slide between those parted lips twining with hers as my left hand reached up to cup her face, holding it gently but firmly, as I tasted her sweetness. Time slowed as seconds slowly crept past us, and she became part of my world for a brief moment.
"Jay. Jay! Not here! Damn it hombre, loco!" Miguel's loud voice intruded into my awareness. “Este hombre está loco de mierda. Siempre tratando de dormir con las mujeres. Jesucristo.” I heard him continue in Spanish, which I'm positive was a continuous stream of swearing. Her mouth still tightly pressed against mine our tongues still exploring each other, Jean nonetheless started to laugh. I started chuckling also at the situation. I had her bent back into her chair. Another moment and I may have started stripping her sexy ass. Wow! Totally intense! I slowly drew back but didn't release her.
"I want you." I growled harshly in my need for her. She nodded. "Me too," she whispered in return. I kissed her hard one last time, which she returned with fervor before I let her go.
"Right, Miguel. Sorry about that. Sin faltar el respeto, my friend. No disrespect." I muttered. He was in the process of rolling his eyes at my actions. Damn it. That eye-rolling thing around me was really beyond irritating. I needed to see the Major.
"I need to leave and now. The Major should be awake and I need to talk to him." I bent down again as Jean turned her face up to mine kissing her softly this time. Yeah, lots of last kisses but she was addictive. She didn't pull back. On the contrary, her arms rose and started wrapping themselves around my shoulders. No, this was not getting us anywhere productive right now. I pulled out of her embrace reluctantly. I could see the same feelin
gs in her eyes. I turned and left. It was only at that moment I finally remembered Bridget and Cara. Ah, Shit! I put off that line of thought for now and headed up to the guest room where the Major was recuperating.
Walking in I saw he was sitting in a half-reclined position. He looked bad but he smiled as I walked in. He was in the middle of playing chess with Dr. Minasian. I examined the board and went to move one of the Dr.'s pieces. "STOP!" He commanded gripping my hand tightly. I grinned. I had once played him a few years back during another time and place and he beat me soundly. No that's not the correct adjective. He smoked my ass. There was no way he wanted me to move any of his pieces if the Major was any good. From the looks of the board and the discarded pieces each had before them, I had to admit he was.
"Sorry to interrupt your game men but I need a word with the Major." I spoke around my grin. Minasian frowned at me then made his own move. Nice. Two more I figured and the Major would be in checkmate.
"Oh no you don't, Sir." The Major quickly moved a piece in a move I didn't recognize blocking the Dr.'s advance. Okay this game just became a lot longer, I thought. "Go ahead Jay."
I shook my head. "No Sir, first the Doctor. What's his prognosis?" I nodded at the Major. Dr. Minasian smiled brightly.
"Oh he'll be fine. The surgery went perfectly. No signs of septic and we cauterized all the internal bleeding caused by veins too small to suture. His collarbone fractured during the impact, as did his left clavicle, which we had to glue together. The collarbone we set and it will hold baring further injuries. The thigh wound required twelve stitches but no major damage. He'll be ambulatory in another week or two and will need therapy for about eight weeks. I want to give the bone extra time to knit. Full use in maybe three to four months." Dr. Minasian looked smug but I knew they had performed miraculously. This was way beyond his normal practice of checking throats and setting an occasional broken arm or leg.
"Great Job Doctor. Our thanks." I hugged him. He hugged me back. He had lost his wife and child to zombies while trying to help out at the clinic. He was a sad man who would always wonder if he had just gone home could he have saved them. That was a group memory all of us alive today would probably share to our deathbeds. I did not think he had taken a woman yet either. There were many that were making eyes at him and being obvious about their desires but he was a man alone with his memories. Well not alone. We all helped each other get through this.
"Okay now let me go before I start French kissing you doc." I quipped causing the doctor to laugh.
"I will see you men later and Dan, I'll be back to finish our game." but he was smiling when he left. Dan? The Major’s first name was Dan? News to me. I watched the doctor leave and smiled slightly turning to the Major.
"He lost his new wife and baby to the outbreak in case you didn't know. That's the first smile I've seen on his face since we rescued him." I told the Major. He was nodding.
"Yes I know. He told me." He looked up into the air and whispered. "I'm just glad I never married. That would be hell, to think a wife and any children of mine were still in Pittsburgh. That place is a hellhole. My parents perished the first day." he sighed. I nodded.
"Major we have a few problems we need to address." I sat down on the edge of the bed. It was a twin so there was a bit of room. Not like your narrow hospital beds. He raised a hand slightly. I waited.
"Jay the Sergeant was here a few minutes ago and apprised me of the situation and our current intelligent assessment. I think I'm up to speed on most things." he smiled at me weakly. I sighed.
"Okay then. Listen Major. We really need you and your men here. We absolutely do. I can't possibly emphasize that enough. Not just for protection, but that's vitally important also. They have skills most of mine don't. Skills needed to get us through this new era. This apocalypse we find ourselves in. I have way too many women here. I need the men for that also or simple psych says I'm going to have major issues sooner vs. later. I need to secure this area. The bands of zombies are moving northward in ever greater numbers and we're getting a ton out of the north from White Cloud. Your chain of command is broken. Corey can't get anything coherent out of them in the last day. Your units are being compromised by some group that's taken control of the Speaker of the House and parts of the other government agencies. I need you desperately. Your people have skills we can't live without." I was babbling and starting to repeat myself I shut up. But I was desperate. He was looking at me gravely.
"Jay calm down." I didn't. "My doctor tells me I can't be moved for at least 4 months." Well that was an exaggeration but I didn't say anything I just listened.
"The Master Sergeant tells me that all or most of the men have taken women from here, and would be extremely reluctant to leave them." I started breathing again hope faint within me. "We also have wounded from our previous battle with the creatures that are still healing and Corporal Rider has indicated she can break the encryption lock on the cellular towers thus giving us a modicum of communications with the outside world without this shadow group knowing. But understand something Jay. I am a patriot. If there is a way to rescue the Speaker, I will find it. I must. It is who I am. In the meantime, we will stay here and gladly. By the way. What was your rank in the Marine Corps?
"Sergeant." I muttered.
"Good. That means you've been through NCO school." Non Commissioned Officer school was for new promoted Corporals and Sergeants. They instilled a great many management skills in us designed to allow us to control groups of men and women in an appropriate manner. I nodded. Of course, I had been to that three-month boring hell pit. He continued, "I told Top you were a retired Colonel." I blinked. He waved his hand negligently.
"The Sergeant practically glowed about your combat tactical sense and close combat skills. His words were, 'Holy Christ, Sir. He was a blur. He said the right things and made the right moves and when he closed with those men it was off the charts and over in seconds. Deadly Mother Fucker, Sir. Pardon, Sir.’ I think I am close." The Major was grinning. "His exact words I think, Colonel." The honorific was heavily emphasized.
"I've also been hearing stories from the Doctor and many others this morning about your exploits. You started with a single handful and built it into an over four-hundred refugee colony in what, six days or maybe five? Many of said ‘refuges’ you personally saved?"
I nodded my body relaxing. I hadn't realized I was totally tensed up. The Major opened his mouth and spoke again.
"The information we've learned about this shadow government actually doesn't surprise me. Haven't you ever wondered why a Logistics and Armory Major is leading line troops as second in command? And a Colonel in Administration was in Charge?" I had wondered but never asked. "Because they’re all dead Jay. All of them. The best and brightest of our Officer Corps is gone." He sighed then looked up at me."Except for you! These are magnificent soldiers Jay. Top notch. They trust you now and they'll follow you to hells door and beyond."
"We are under your command, Colonel." he smiled as he saluted me.
*****
Jean was ecstatic. Jay had kissed her. Oh hell, and the kiss had exploded her feelings for him. She felt disoriented and her body tingled all over. She hadn't felt this way since she was a teenager with her first crush before her breasts exploded in size. Then all the boys started hitting on her. The attention had started small but grew in leaps and bounds. It actually became a huge issue with her father so her parents sent her to a private school instead of public school. That only helped a little. The boys there were slightly better behaved which was a good thing because she had been raised by strict standards. She wanted to save her virginity until she was married. Then they sent her to college for her dream was to be a teacher. As a little girl, she had conducted 'school' with her friends. She was all about that.
College had been an experience. Not only did her male classmates hit on her constantly but her female ones also. And the instructors. It almost became unbearable especially when the instructors hinted
too strongly. She had been forced to use the micro recorder from her lecture classes to expose their advances. Her dad had backed her up a hundred percent during the board meetings and several teachers had been suspended. After that, she always picked female instructors if they were available.
The last year of school saw the economy take a major turn for the worst. Her parents’ savings while not wiped out were vastly reduced and they couldn't afford her college education any more so she went into modeling as a part-time job for tuition expenses. She had been wildly successful. It could have been a career but she honestly didn't want to go there. So she worked just enough to keep her tuition current doing casual, swimwear and lingerie but never nudes.
She had been begged to do nudes by photographers, agents and directors alike but she stayed strong. No one was seeing her naked body but her future husband. The highlight of her career had been a cover for Victoria's Secrets. It had made the National News and they wanted her to move to California to be part of their team of girls, but again she refused. It would have involved nudity and plenty of it and she would have been separated from her parents. Her dad especially. He was her rock and she could always rely on him.
Daddy had a different parenting style than Momma Jean did. Whereas Mom berated her for lower than A grades and made her do extra chores or took away privileges, Dad would be right there beside her. Joking with her and helping her do the work step by step without Momma Jean knowing. All without complaint. When she needed to change apartments in Lansing, right away Dad was there inside of three hours. She never heard him complain, whereas momma didn't feel right if she wasn't complaining. So she never did nudes because daddy would have been devastated.
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