The Goodwill Gesture

by McKay, KC

  I looked at her, admiring the most beautiful woman in the world, sweat beaded on her forehead.

  "Wow," she cooed.

  "Wow is right." I lay on top of her, covering my own stomach and chest with my juice.

  We kissed, and I absorbed her skin melding with mine as we laid bare, the entire length of our bodies touching. She was more than a fantasy now. She had become my reality.

  Chapter 24

  Darcy returned from the bathroom with a wet cloth and a towel. She washed my stomach and privates, giving a playful massage while wiping me down after our exchange of passion.

  After she cleaned me up, we crawled under the blankets, with her curling into my arm. I loved the feel of her lying next to me, our skin touching. She ran her fingers through my small patch of chest hair.

  "That was great, Darcy."

  "Mmm…" Suddenly bolting upright, she smacked my chest and looked down on me. "You're lucky you missed my head with that wad you shot." She tried to look angry, but I saw twinklings of a smile.

  "I wasn't trying to hit you. Maybe now you'll believe me that I haven't had sex for six months. I had a bit of a backlog."

  "Another accident, huh?" She lay back down, nestling into me. "Okay, but I'm going on the pill and you'd better bring some condoms next time, just in case." She rubbed her head against my chest and I felt her smile spread across my pec. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special. In body and mind."

  I kissed the top of her head. "You are special." I thought of the photo in her living room. "You don't by any chance have your cheerleading outfit here, do you?"

  She rolled on her side and propped herself up on her elbow, staring into my eyes. "To tell you the truth, when they transferred me to Scotland I didn't think I'd be trying out for any cheerleading squads."

  I leaned forward and took her small boob in my mouth, circling my tongue around the nipple, and gently biting. "Mmm…" I pulled back and looked at her. "Doesn't matter, as long as you got your pom-poms." I kissed her breast again and lay back down.

  "Don't worry about my pom-poms. I'm saving up to get a boob job."

  "You're what?" I bolted upright. "No way! You can't. I forbid it."

  She jerked back. "You forbid it?" she screeched.

  I shook my head, running my hand through my hair. "I mean, I don't want you to. I love your tits just how they are. Small and perky." I looked at her breasts. "They're perfect."

  "Oh, come on, Zac. They're thirty-two A's for cryin' out loud. Thirty-four if I inhale deeply and hold it. All guys like big boobs." She looked at me disbelievingly, reached down and grabbed my cock. "Don't you want a chest you can rub your… thing… over?"

  "Darcy, they're perfect. Seriously, I like small breasts. I don't want some Silicone Sally. You're so sexy and petite. Please don't change them. You, I mean. Don't change you." My eyes darted between her breasts and her eyes.

  She looked at her breasts. "Seriously? You like me like this?"

  I offered a sincere nod.

  "You know what they used to call me in high school?" She wrapped her arm around her breasts, hiding them. "Skeeter, as in mosquito bites. It was so embarrassing. I promised myself, one day…"

  I shook my head. "Darcy, I think you're so hot just the way you are. Big tits won't make you any more attractive, that's not possible." I pulled her arm down and took another gander at her breasts, licking my lips. "Dolly Parton called me the other day, you know. She asked me out, and I told her, 'Sorry, Dolly, I got a hot date with a hot A-cup honey."

  She laughed, and moved forward, embracing me. "You say the sweetest things. Thank you."

  We lay back down together and I saluted myself for heading her off at the silicon pass. She didn't need any enhancement. In my eyes, and my mouth, she was already perfect.

  ***

  I woke up Sunday morning with Darcy wrapped in my arms. It felt good to have a girlfriend next to me, but she wasn't really a girlfriend, nor could she ever be. Her officer idea was crazy, but maybe that was the only path where we could openly display our affection for one another without fear of military intervention insisting our attraction for one another was wrong.

  Her idea would take time, but being with Darcy helped curb my appetite for instant gratification. If there was ever a woman worth waiting for, she was it.

  I'd have to play it by ear for a while. Because of the situation she might have to dump me at any time, so I didn't want to go rushing into commitments of any kind, whether driven by career goals or simply by lust.

  She awoke and the first thing she did was to grab my cheeks, turn my face toward her, and plant a good morning kiss on me. It didn't look like she was going to dump me anytime soon.

  "Morning, good-looking," she purred.

  I looked the other way, then back at her. "What? Is there a mirror over there or something?"

  She smacked my chest. "I'm looking at you, handsome."

  "Shucks, ma'am. I can't take credit for my mom and dad fornicating."

  She rolled her eyes. "Zac. Shut up. You really do know how to spoil the moment, don't you?" She pulled the covers back and hopped out of bed, offering a few brief moments of visual bliss. She strolled over to the closet in her naked glory and pulled out a red, half-length, terrycloth robe and covered herself up.

  After I accepted her offer to make breakfast, she wandered off to the kitchen.

  I rooted through her closet and found a short-cut, blue satin robe for myself. It stopped right around my crotch area and didn't quite fully wrap around me, but I didn't think she'd mind too much.

  As the smooth, soft fabric glided across my cock it felt as if we were touching intimate parts. I did a little shoulder shimmer to compose myself.

  As I rounded the corner in the kitchen, Darcy stood on a step-ladder, in full stretch, reaching to the top shelf to grab a measuring jug.

  I stood at the base of the ladder and placed my hand under her robe, slowly sliding my hand up, past her knee, and onto her inner thigh. "Tell me, are you on a ladder, or is this the stairway to heaven?" My finger grazed her between the legs as I finished the question.

  Her feet moved in tiny steps as she turned herself around, undoing the tie on her robe and letting it fall open. She pointed to her mouth. "This is heaven," she whispered. Her finger trailed between her breasts, heading downward, stopping just above her pubic patch, pointing at it. "And this is hell."

  I raised my hand, cupping her mound from underneath. "And may I ask why this is hell?" I whispered.

  She leaned down, touching me nose-to-nose, her hands resting on my shoulders. "Because I am so freaking hot down there it's going to burn your cock."

  My robe fell open as she leapt off the step-ladder onto my stomach, wrapping her legs around my hips. Her hot core of womanhood pressed against my stomach, and she rubbed, stimulating herself — and me — in the process. Her soft red lips touched mine as she held the sides of my head, slowly bobbing her body up and down against my abdomen as I held her ass.

  I grew hard from her touch and from the idea that this beautiful woman wanted me inside her. She rocked against me, lowering herself onto my harden staff. Her pussy was like a vacuum pack of pleasure as I slid inside her.

  I staggered over to the wall with Darcy wrapped around me, sinking her teeth into the lower part of my neck, biting and sucking me. An erotic pain quaked my body. I gripped her ass tight, digging my fingertips into her buttocks, and backed her firmly against the wall, bracing her against something solid as I rammed her hard. I buried my face in her peach-scented hair, nibbling her ear.

  Her legs gripped tighter. "Oh my God, Zac, don't stop."

  Don't stop? Hell, I couldn't even if she ordered me to. I was so far inside her I couldn't tell where I stopped and she began. I loved being a part of her.

  Her butt slammed against the wall as I pumped her, my own juices building up to simultaneously share her orgasm. The more she moaned, the harder I pumped. We were going to peak together. I closed my eyes, my fingers
clawing further into her ass cheeks. Her inner body clenched my fiery brand as she screamed.

  My head dropped backwards as I concentrated on holding my climax. I was about to give her a blast she would never forget. The pressure had built up to gigantic proportions, microseconds away from filling her with my hot juices.

  Her hand came across my face, hard. She yelled as she wiggled frantically. "Pull out, goddamnit!"

  I lifted her up just as the first spurt exploded. I held her tight against me, out of the firing line. She slipped down and the back of my cock rested against the crack of her ass, straining, shooting, and draining itself with multiple spasms. My legs went weak and I struggled to keep upright, resting her against the wall, leaning into her. I puffed hard to catch my breath.

  Her head dropped on my shoulder as her body went limp.

  We stood there embracing for several moments.

  She took a deep breath. "Sorry, breakfast's off," she panted. "I'm going back to bed."

  ***

  We went back to bed and slept for a few hours. When we woke up, Darcy put her foot down and insisted there would be no more sex until we had proper protection. Probably a good idea considering I wasn't ready for any little Zacs either. I also figured she was a little mad at me for jizzing on her robe and kitchen wall.

  At Darcy's suggestion, I left her apartment around six that evening and went back to the ship on my own, as it wouldn't be wise for us to be seen going into work together.

  When I arrived back, it was too early to go to bed, so I sat in the shop reading Lee Iacocca's autobiography about how he turned the Chrysler Corporation around and saved it from going under.

  Charlotte came in and sat down. "I was hoping to find you. How's things?" She sounded subdued.

  "Fine. How you walking?" I joked, and gave her a subtle wink.

  She picked up a pen off the desk and rolled it in her fingers, staring at the rotating logo. "Did we really do something last week?"

  I didn't know where she was going with this, but I had to keep her believing we settled the score. I sucked in a breath of fake shock. "You mean you don't remember? Charlotte, that was the greatest night ever. We did it like five times. You were fantastic. You said I was pretty good too, remember?"

  She dipped her head in my direction and looked at me from the tops of her eyes. "Really?"

  I nodded. "Yep. And by the way, even if you don't remember, you were conscious for all of it. I didn't violate you or anything."

  She smiled limply. "No, I never thought that. I had a few too many whiskies that night."

  I gave her a thumbs-up. "Yeah, but you managed to out-drink the jarhead. Then we had a great night of sex. It was a perfect night." I smiled, then thought it best if we set the record straight once and for all. I didn't want any more of her tricks. "You said we were even, remember? You know, we don't have to have sex anymore for passing grades or anything."

  Her face went serious. "Don't be stupid, Zac. I would never use my position for gratuitous sex. That was just a bit of fun. Do you really think I'd hold up a submarine from getting underway because I wanted a little action? If you believe that you're stupider than I thought."

  "Yeah, right, Charlotte." I leaned forward in my chair. "Look, we had a great night, great sex, but it's over. Let's just leave it at that, shall we?"

  She stood up, pushing the chair back with her legs, letting out a long sigh. "Yeah, let's leave it at that."

  I lit a cigarette once she left, recounting our somewhat strange conversation. She seemed to forget that I was there when she blackmailed me into sex. Anyway, the deed was done and I reckoned she agreed that due to my stellar performance between the sheets we were even and there would be no more trading my sexual wizardry for passing grades.

  Now I could focus on Darcy.

  Chapter 25

  My heart fluttered Monday morning watching Darcy — or, to be militarily correct, Lt. Novak, since we were back on the ship and not in her bedroom. I couldn't stop thinking about our night together. She looked and acted so professional sitting behind her desk and conducting the meeting with authority, but I knew the real tigress that hid under that uniform of superiority.

  My shop had its usual routine of work, but nothing pressing or anything that could get me in trouble.

  Late in the afternoon, I sat at my desk doing paperwork when the phone rang.

  "Pipe shop, Petty Officer Chambers speaking."

  "Chambers. Master Chief Woods. You need to report to sick bay."

  "What for, Master Chief?"

  "Because I'm telling you to."

  With an explanation like that, there wasn't anything left to argue, but it left me none the wiser.

  I grabbed a pencil and some paper figuring it must have been some job too complicated for the regular crew who worked on the ship to do. They probably needed my expertise.

  Once I got to sick bay, I checked in and sat on the bench with cripples and malingerers waiting to be called. After about fifteen minutes, a female Lt. Commander appeared in the corridor and called my name. Her red hair was tied back in a tight bun, and she had chosen to wear a skirt with her khaki-colored uniform instead of the pants that most of the female officers wore. I couldn't say that I minded as it showed off a nice pair of sticks. Light freckles highlighted her 'cute' factor, even though she held the same rank as the PMA, the equivalent of an Army Major. But she was a doctor, and cute, so she wasn't nearly as intimidating as the man who could rip my testicles off if he so decided to. If she opted to hold them, I wouldn't have objected.

  I followed her into an examination room.

  "Right," I said. "Is there a technical problem, ma'am?"

  "No. Sit." She pointed to a chair by the side of her desk while she slipped into the more comfortable-looking leather one, resting her arms on the desk before her.

  "How are you today, Petty Officer Chambers?"

  I nodded respectfully. "Fine, ma'am, just a little confused as to why I'm here."

  "Yes, I thought you might be." She leaned back and briefly steepled her fingers against her top lip before dropping her hands to her lap. "This isn't meant to be embarrassing, but I have to ask…" She hesitated, moving her hands to the desk and drumming her fingers. "How's your sex life been?"

  Holy crap! I knew the Navy had full control over my life, but to ask where my dick had been? That was going too far. Oh no! Darcy. They knew about me and Darcy. How? My leg went into a nervous twitch, bouncing rapidly as my mind shot through every possible answer I could offer. How could I cover this up? "Umm… I'm not sure I understand the question, ma'am."

  "I need to know who you've had sex with over the past month." Strands of hair fell over her eye. It bugged me to look at her with hair hanging over her face while she pried into my most private matters. She pushed a pen and paper my way. "Please list all your partners over the past thirty days."

  My hands sweated, but I couldn't go down without a fight and had to try to salvage Darcy's reputation. I couldn't let her know I was screwing the hottest Lieutenant on board. I needed more time to think. "Oral, or full-on fuc— uh, intercourse."

  "All sex of any type. Male or female."

  I jumped out of my seat. "What? I can assure you I'm not one of them! What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

  She waved her hand for me to sit down. "I'm not suggesting you are, Petty Officer Chambers. I'm just saying that regardless of the Navy's policy against homosexuals, I need to know everyone you have had sexual contact with."

  I picked up the pen, hovering it over the paper. I visualized 'Darcy Novak' on the sheet of paper, followed by an image of the PMA ripping her apart, limb by limb; then Master Chief doing the same to me. I couldn't do it. They'd have to find out for themselves. I couldn't rat her out. "No, ma'am, I haven't had sex for months. Actually, not since I left Hawaii. I'm a Scottish virgin."

  She smiled. "Come, come, now, Petty Officer Chambers. I don't buy that for a minute." She had an almost horny look in her eye. She tapped
the paper. "Please, list your partners."

  We stared at each other, neither of us blinking.

  She rocked back in her chair. "Okay, forget 'please.' That's an order."

  I wiped my palms on my pants. "With all due respect, ma'am, may I ask what business that is of yours, or the Navy's?"

  "Of course, and I apologize for being so direct." She swept the hair out of her face. "Petty Officer Kemp, Charlotte Kemp, listed you as someone she had sex with recently. Is that correct?" Her hazel eyes searched my reaction.

  "Umm… kind of. Well, no, not really. I mean, she thinks we did, but we didn't really. But why would she be blabbing all over the ship about that?"

  She leaned forward on her desk in an authoritarian kind of way. "I appreciate you trying to protect a girl's reputation, but she was adamant that the two of you had a full night of passion. Five times by her account." She arched her eyebrows. I wasn't sure if it was quizzically or lustfully.

  Uh-oh. Me and my big mouth.

  The doctor continued. "A member of the crew had lesions on his genitals, which turned out to be herpes simplex two. Obviously we had to find out who he had sexual relationships with. Along with some Scottish Nationals, Charlotte Kemp was named as one of his partners. Kemp also had lesions from the virus on her genitalia. To stop an epidemic, we are investigating her partners. She named you. We need to check you, and also have a list of your sexual partners. You're at risk of infecting others."

  "Wait a minute, isn't herpes that virus you can never get rid of? There's no cure for it, right?"

  "Yes, I'm afraid it's a lifelong condition."

  I dropped my head in shame. Darcy would kill me. And with no rubber, she would be sure to get it as well. It felt like a crane was at the bottom of my stomach, digging away. I suddenly popped my head up. Wait a minute! I didn't actually have sex with Charlotte. I couldn't have been infected. Or passed it onto Darcy. I was in the clear. Hallelujah! I nearly broke out in a tap dance.