by Joyner, GP
“Well, there might be some attacks from the neighboring tribes,” Dr. Harper explained. “The Nguntu people are peaceful but the Kutus that live across the river are more violent. If something does happen, the Nguntu are perfectly capable of protecting themselves, but my wife and daughter and I will need some protection. That's why I asked my old friend at the Pentagon to send us a soldier.”
“That explains why we brought those weapons,” Harry muttered to himself. He was not prepared to get involved in some tribal wars to save some doctor and his family.
Before Harry could ask many more questions, Dr, Harper called over his wife and daughter to introduce them. He was very happy to be introduced to Sara, the dark haired beauty he had seen earlier. Up close, he was mesmerized by her bright blue eyes and her charming smile.
Harry knew that the absolute worst thing he could do is get caught with the doctor's daughter out here in the jungle. Harry knew that if he was sent home after this, his time in the Army would be over. He was going to have to be very sneaky about getting this girl into his bed.
Deciding that he should play it cool with Sara, Harry stepped out of the Jeep to have a cigarette as the doctor checked up on the cargo. After taking a couple of drags, Harry could feel that someone was looking at him. He looked over and saw that Sara was staring at him. He walked over to her and began talking to her. He thought that the best way to get her alone with him was to have her helping him out working on the trucks. There, he could talk to her and convince her to meet him in his tent at night.
After talking to Sara for a bit, Harry could feel that it wouldn't take much to lure Sara into his bed. If her parents hadn't been there, Harry felt that she would have let him fuck her right there against the Jeep. The thought of it made him excited. He was snapped out of his fantasy by the doctor's voice.
“Cargo's good to go,” Dr. Harper shouted as he walked back up to the Jeep. “Let's get going.”
Harry climbed behind the wheel of the Jeep and the Harper family got in after him, Dr. Harper riding shotgun and the two women sitting in the back seats. Two local boys got into the big trucks and started up the engines.
Following Dr. Harper's instructions as he read from a map, the convoy made it to the Nguntu village after two hours of rocky, treacherous mountain terrain. When they finally arrived, Harry was presented with almost the exact thing he expected to see: mud huts and barely dressed natives.
“Fuck this place,” Harry thought to himself.
Sara spent the two hour drive to the village with nothing but Harry on her mind. There was something about him that turned her on in a way that no man ever had before. Maybe it was the way relaxed yet confident way he carried himself or maybe it was the air of danger that surrounded him. Either way, Sara was looking forward to spending some more time with Harry.
After hours of slow driving over rocks and rivers, they finally reached the small village of the Nguntu. Of all the places that Sara had been dragged to by her parents, it wasn't the worst. The people walked around the village wearing loincloths made of the hide of some animal or another. There was a large communal fire in the center of the village where women were cooking meat. Men walked in and out of the jungle carrying in dead animals of all kinds or fruits from the jungle. Surrounding the fire were several huts made of sticks, leaves and red mud. Behind the circle of huts, a river flowed off into the depths of the jungle.
“This isn't so bad, is it?” Sara heard her mother ask.
“Better than that one place in the Philippines where we had to sleep in one big hut in the dirt,” Sara admitted.
“That place did suck a little bit,” Emily said with a small laugh.
“It wasn't so bad,” Sara's father interrupted as he unloaded his luggage from the Jeep. “I thought it was a good family bonding experience.”
“Our family doesn't need any more bonding,” Sara replied.
“Where should I set up my tent?” Harry asked, a green duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
“Well, the trucks are going to be parked where they are, so maybe you can set up near here,” Sara's father replied.
“Where are we going to be staying?” Sara asked, secretly hoping that it wasn't too far from where Harry was sleeping.
“Actually, I don't know yet,” Sara's dad said as he looked over at the village, “but I think we are about to find out.”
Sara turned around and saw that the entire village was walking over to where they stood. In the front of the group was an old man wearing several pieces of jewelry made of different bones and polished stones.
“I am King Takwane,” the old man said in a gruff, firm voice.
“I'm Doctor Jack Harper,” Sara's dad said, stepping forward. “I'm here to build your clinic and my wife, Emily, is going to be building a school.”
“Yes, Doctor and Teacher,” King Takwane said. “We expected you. Welcome to our village.”
Sara was always a bit nervous when being met by a new village. Not everyone was so happy to have outsiders invading their space. This King Takwane seemed hospitable, but his face never changed from a stoic grimace. Looking around she saw that both her parents seemed confident and calm, but Harry's fists were clenched tightly.
“First time meeting the locals like this?” Sara whispered to Harry as she put her hand on his.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Harry said, his fists relaxing.
“Don't worry,” Sara said calmingly. “I've been doing this my whole life and nobody has tried to kill us yet.”
After all the appropriate introductions were made, King Takwane led Sara and her family to a hut just outside the circle of other huts and informed them that they would be staying there for their time in the village. King Takwane also showed them an area of land where they would be building the clinic and school.
After the tour was over, there was a massive feast to celebrate Sara's parents coming to help the villagers. The sun had set and the only light around was the light given off by the fire in the center of the village. Sara's parents were given places of honor along side the King and were given meats and fresh fruits. After the King and Sara's parents were given food, Sara and Harry were given a meal on clay plates. Harry took his plate and ventured off into darkness. Sara, wanting to spend some time with Harry and knowing that her parents wouldn't miss her for a few hours, followed him with her plate.
“Why aren't you at the party?” Sara asked him as she took a seat next to him in front of his tent.
“I'm not really a social person,” Harry said, not looking up from his plate. “I figure that I'm just better off her by my tent.”
“I'm not really much for these kinds of parties either,” Sara admitted.
“I really thought you would love this kind of thing,” Harry said sounding slightly surprised. “Your parents really seem to like it.”
“That's them though,” Sara said, staring off at the fire in the distance. “I just want to go back to the states and live a normal life. I've been going all over the world since I was a baby and I'm getting sick of it.”
“I think it's an interesting life that you've had,” Harry said. “Not everyone gets to see the things you've seen.”
“Well, there are some things that other girls have experienced that I've never had the chance to,” Sara said, putting her plate on the ground and scooting closer to Harry. She gently laid her hand on Harry's thigh and waited for his reaction.
“What would your parents think if they caught you out here?” Harry asked, putting his rough hand on top of Sara's.
“For some reason, I don't really care,” Sara said seductively. She couldn't really explain where her brazenness had come from, but she had a burning desire for Harry that she couldn't deny. Without considering the consequences, she pounced onto his lap and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Sara was excited to feel Harry wrap his arms around her and push back into her sudden kiss. Before long, Sara felt Harry parting her lips with his tongue. She allowed Ha
rry's tongue access to her mouth and playfully pushed back against it with her own. She felt chills run up and down her spine when she felt Harry's calloused hands push up under his shirt and caress her bare flesh where no man had touched her before.
In one swift motion, Sara felt herself being lifted up into the air as Harry picked her up and carried her into his tent. Sara felt Harry break the kiss and saw him turn away in the pale light of the distant fire so that he could close the flap in his tent. In the moment that Harry was turned away, Sara quickly removed her shirt and khaki shorts so that she was only in her white bra and matching panties.
Sara grinned at Harry's reaction when he saw how she was presented to him. Harry lowered his head and growled like a hungry lion before he dropped down on top of her and began kissing her neck and shoulders.
“I just want you to know something first,” Sara managed to pant out as she enjoyed the feeling of Harry's lips and hands on her exposed flesh.
“What's that?” Harry asked between kisses.
“This is my first time, so be gentle,” Sara said as she grazed her fingernails across Harry's wide shoulders.
“Of course, baby,” Harry replied as he reached around and unhooked Sara's bra.
Sara arched her back and allowed Harry to remove her bra. Sara moaned when Harry immediately began to suck on her sensitive nipples. As Harry sucked hungrily, Sara could feel the moisture building up in her panties.
While Harry worked on her breasts, Sara reached between them and unzipped the long zipper on Harry's jumpsuit. When the zipper reached the bottom, she reached inside and felt his long, throbbing manhood standing erect and eager for action. Sara stroked it softly which elicited a soft groan from Harry.
Sara felt Harry's hands move down to her waist and she pushed her hips up to allow him to remove her panties. Once the panties were off of her, Harry slipped himself out of his jumpsuit and his underpants until he laid naked on top of Sara. She could feel his body heat mixing with hers and she inhaled the musky scent of his sweat. Most excitingly of all for Sara, she could feel Harry's erection pressing against her wet slit opening.
Sara opened her legs wider and bit down on her bottom lip as she felt Harry slip inside of her. The initial shock of being penetrated caused her to gasp but after a minute, the pain became pleasure and she allowed Harry to thrust in and out of her. Soon, Harry was pounding into her with such a fierceness that Sara was afraid that he might break her. However, the feeling of Harry inside her was too much pleasure to handle and Sara was crushed under wave after wave of her first orgasms.
Harry must have had too much as well because just as Sara's orgasm subsided, she could feel Harry twitch inside of her as he shot his load deep into her womb. For minutes, or what may have been hours, neither Sara nor Harry moved.
“That was amazing,” Harry finally said once he had caught his breath.
“It was everything that I had hoped it would be,” Sara said.
“Good,” Harry replied.
After several more minutes, Harry finally rolled off of Sara and laid flat on his back. Sara rolled over and rested her head on Harry's firm, dark shoulder. In that moment of post-coital bliss, Sara forgot that she was in the middle of nowhere. In that moment of time, she didn't care where she was. She only knew that here, next to this ebony god who had made her a woman, she was at peace.
Harry was surprised by Sara's actions that night. Sure, he planned on sleeping with her, but he never could have predicted that she would just throw herself at him like that. What surprised him the most, though, was how he felt once it was all said and done. He had hooked up with girls before, but had always just felt disgusted by them once he was finished with them. With Sara, he felt happy and relaxed. It was actually an odd feeling for him.
The next morning, he was actually disappointed to find that Sara was not still next to him. He woke up and quickly dressed himself just as the sun was coming up over the mountain. Harry could hear people moving around inside the village so he walked towards the center where a group of women were busy getting the fire lit again. Looking around, he could see Dr. Harper and his wife walking towards him.
“Good morning, Sargent Freeman,” Dr. Harper said as he walked up. “I trust that you slept well.”
“Can't complain too much,” Harry replied bluntly. “What's on the schedule for today?”
“For you, not much,” Dr. Harper replied. “Emily and I are going to get started on our projects. You should just look over the trucks and make sure the survived the trip over. Fix any problems that you find on them.”
“Do you mind if I use your daughter?” Harry asked. “She said she's pretty handy with a wrench and I could use the extra set of hands.”
“Why don't you use one of the locals?” Emily replied. “They have plenty of strong men here.”
“You are probably going to need them more than I will,” Harry said as politely as he could. “Besides, I would like to work with someone who understands English.”
“Sure,” Dr. Harper said with a grin. “Sara is yours when you need her. She's still asleep, but you can put her to work as soon as she gets up.”
“Looking forward to it,” Harry said, barely able to suppress a smile as he thought back to the events of last night.
Harry began looking over the trucks and making notes of things that needed repairs. After a few hours, Sara joined him in the inspections. By noon, it was time to get to work fixing what they could. Harry enjoyed spending time with Sara. She was a good worker, intelligent and eager to learn. When the work was done, she was a good companion. Harry enjoyed talking with her and was happy to be able to carry on deep, thoughtful conversations. It was much better than some of the gorillas he had to work with back on base. Later that night after the village had fallen asleep, Sara was back in Harry's bed. After a vigorous session of love making, Sara would snuggle up against him until she felt like it was time for her to sneak back into her own bed.
This routine carried on for the next few months. What had started out as a nightmare of an assignment had become one of Harry's favorite times. He cherished the times with Sara and even began to grow fond of Dr. Harper and his wife. After a month, he had started to join the Harpers for meals and he soon started to think of them as friends.
The only thing that bothered Harry was that when this mission was over, Sara was going to go to college and he was going to go back to the Army. For this reason, Harry tried to avoid becoming romantically attached to Sara. The last thing that he wanted was to have either Sara or himself becoming heartbroken over this affair of theirs in the jungles of Africa.
One afternoon, Dr. Harper came over to where Harry was hard at work changing the oil in the Jeep with a stack of letters in his hand. “I've got something with your name on it,” Dr. Harper announced.
“What do you mean, Doc?” Harry asked, as he wiped his hands on his pants.
“We got some mail with this last supply run and there's a letter for you,” Dr. Harper said as he handed over the envelope.
“Thanks, Doc,” Harry said as he stared at the envelope. The return address simply read US ARMY. Harry ripped open the envelope and read over the contents. When he read what it was, Harry could hardly believe it.
“What do you have there?” Sara asked as she walked around the back of a truck that she was looking over.
“It's my discharge papers,” Harry said still in shock. “My time with the Army is over. I can go home.”
“What are you going to do now?” Dr. Harper asked.
“I don't know,” Harry replied, re-reading the document. “I guess I can use my GI Bill and go to college.”
“That's a great idea,” Sara said, trying to sound supportive.
“Never a bad idea to get an education,” Dr. Harper added. “I suppose you can leave on the next supply run if you want to, but we sure will miss you around here.”
“I guess I will be heading home then,” Harry said finally registering what his freedom really m
eant.
“We really will miss you,” Sara said sadly. Harry had the feeling that Sara was going to miss him more than anybody and, in truth, he would miss her too.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack that split the relative silence around them. There was a scream in the distance and some yelling. Time seemed to slow to a crawl when Harry looked towards where the sound had come from and saw a group of natives with AK-47s running across the river. Harry knew deep down in his heart that these were the violent Kutus that he had been told about when he first arrived.
Looking around at his surroundings, Harry realized that there wasn't a lot between him and these violent natives except for a half built hospital clinic. Acting out of instinct, Harry rushed forward and tackled Sara and Dr. Harper to the ground. As soon as they were all lying in the dirt, all hell broke loose.
Gunshots rang through the air and bullets ripped through the stick huts, sending splinters flying through the air. People were running in all directions. Mothers ran into the jungle with their children in their arms only to be mowed down by gunfire. Whatever men that weren't already out in the jungle picked up spears and started to fight back. Their spears were ineffective at best against men with guns.
“Get in the trucks,” Harry shouted before he had even thought about it. “The trucks are armor plated. Doc, you and Sara load up everyone you can and drive out of here.”
“What about you?” Sara asked, concern and fear plastered across her face. “You have to come with us.”
“I can slow them down,” Harry said as he reached into his tent and pulled out his M4 that he had been issued. “The Army gave me this rifle for these exact reasons.”
Before Sara or Dr. Harper could argue, Harry grabbed a pocketful of extra magazines and rushed into the half built clinic. From there, he could find cover to start returning fire. With the Kutus quickly rushing across the empty field, Harry took careful aim and pulled the trigger. Several Kutus fell down into the field. Harry was glad that his accuracy hadn't dropped any since he had been in the jungle.