The forbidden encounter between an O[F]ficer and an Enlisted [M]arine #TrueStory

I apologize up front, but this is long. It is also a re-post, simply because I think the previous title turned off more readers than it attracted, so I am trying again. As with all my writings, this is an actual event in my life and I feel that it deserves a greater readership.

As I said, it’s long, but I kind of think the backstory adds value and perspective to the actual event as described in the subject line.

~1996.

Quite a while ago I was a young sergeant in the Marine Corps stationed in North Carolina. I was an instructor at a schools command and for the first year and a half I was in a training company as a unit leader where we managed the day-to-day lives of the student Marines and taught smaller classes that didn’t require large training aids or a dedicated classroom. We called those “hip pocket” classes.

After about 18 months in the “trenches” I was selected to move to the Headquarters and Service Company to work in the Operations Section teaching radios, machine-guns, hand grenades, and some offensive and defensive tactics. In order to teach “on the platform” we had to attend a 2 week formal instructor’s course and then memorize your class and teach it back to a panel of senior Staff Non-Commissioned Officers for a passing grade. It was only after you passed this “murder board” with a 95% or better were you allowed to teach the student population. You had to go through the panel process for every class you taught. To put that into perspective, by the end of my tour I taught 4 different machine-gun types, 2 types of hand grenades, 1 rocket launcher, 2 types of radios, 1 pistol and probably 6 different tactics classes (i.e. patrolling, ambushes, room clearing, etc.)

About six months into my assignment in the S-3 I had to teach back to the panel a class on the Mk-19 .40mm automatic grenade launcher. Normally the panel was 3 SNCOs, but this time the Company Commander was sitting in at the senior spot at the table. Captain Scarlett Evers was a strikingly sexy woman with black hair and ice blue eyes. She was very well-built and in great shape and a former college athlete. Marine Offficers are intentionally recruited from college sports programs because of the Type A personality that most possess. Athletes know and understand the value of competition, have winning attitudes, and rarely accept defeat or failure without having put forth 110%. These are qualities the Marine Corps looks for in prospective leaders. A happy side effect is that this athleticism usually continues throughout their lives, ensuring that most (but not all) put in the time to keep themselves fit. Captain Evers was no different. Up to this point I had never had any interpersonal contact with her, but had seen her at the gym, at the pool, and on the road many times and she always drew a second look. 👀

At that point of my career, in my life actually, I was pretty sexually average. What I mean by average is not that I was an average performer, just that at 25 years old I had yet to take any sexual risks. Other than some outside public play, the kinkiest I had been was giving it to a woman doggy style. (It was the early 90s… what can I say.) Other than a brief fling with a Navy nurse (a Lieutenant Commander) when I was a 20 year old Lance Corporal, I had pretty much stayed in my age range and certainly within my pay-grade.

In the naval services (Navy, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard) there is a strict separation of the various ranks and paygrades. “Fraternization” is not acceptable for a number of reasons, but good ordervabd discipline of the unit or Service is at the top. Junior members socializing with senior members almost always puts the senior member in a bad spot in the case of a combat decision or disciplinary action. In short, officers don’t fick enlisted Marines (and get caught). It’s a career ender for sure. For sure I’d never contemplated sleeping with a Marine Officer (nurses didn’t count), much less a married one.

Captain Evers was married. (That is important later in the story.)

So back to the panel. It was uneventful. I knew the knowledge, I had an intimate relationship with the machine-gun, and I knocked the class OUT.OF.THE.BALLPARK! No shit! Blew it away. I taught the class with the perfection expected of a machine-gunner with my first combat deployment in 1990/91 where I had actually shot at – and been shot at by – real live humans. All said, I did notice that Capt Evers was making unusually intense eye contact and remember her kind of biting the tip of her 5.56 government issued black pen. After the board the vote came out and I was congratulated and sent back to the shop.

After a couple of weeks and a couple of classes under my belt, Capt Evers came in to one of my classes and observed. All went well, and she left without speaking. But again with the eye contact. She had beautiful eyes! ❤

Another few weeks went by and the Battalion Commander conducted a Health and Comfort Inspection (H&CI) on the Marines who lived in the barracks. Each Company Commander, Company First Sergeant, and the Company Clerk walked through and inspected the rooms of all the permanent personnel. Typically in an H&CI they are looking for contraband. The inspection is unannounced and the inspection team typically finds any number of illegal items, from drugs, to guns, to alcohol in excess of the allowable limit, or alcohol in the rooms of Marines under 21. In addition to the illegal items they also usually find legal, but embarrassing, items such as pocket pussies, dildos, porn, etc. Fun Fact: Fifteen years later, I was a Gunnery Sergeant in California and I opened a Marine’s wall-locker and a no-shit $2,000 sex doll fell out onto the floor. While not illegal, but certainly embarrassing because there was an oily evidence that the Marine being inspected had been… romantic… with “her” in the not so distant past. 😳 Anyway, the worst thing Capt Evers and the 1stSgt found in my room was a Playboy magazine. Capt Evers flipped through the pages slowly, seemingly enjoying what she saw, taking time to unfold the centerfold, holding it out in front of her and studied it with an approving look before folding it back up and handing it to me. She left the room without saying a word. The 1stSgt chucked me in the chest on the way out with an evil grin on his face.

A month goes by and my name pops on the duty roster. I was single and lived in the barracks and as such I usually drew a weekend duty so the married Marines could be with their spouses and kids. First of all, fuck those fish! That was their decision to get married, I never understood why the smart single Marines had to forfeit a weekend day for duty while the married assholes only stood watch Monday through Friday from 1600 in the eveningto 0800 the next day. But I digress…

This particular duty day sucked ass because it was a Saturday, which meant I couldn’t drink on Friday; and because it was a non-sleeping post it also meant that I would sleep all day on Sunday. I hated Saturday duty!!! Normally the Company First Sergeant or Company Gunnery Sergeant would post the weekend duties on Friday at 1600, and then the Saturday and Sunday oncoming watch standers would simply turn over with the off-going duty at 0800 the day of in what was called a “gentleman’s agreement”. This particular weekend Capt Evers was in her office and chose to post and relieve the Saturday duty vice letting us conduct the less formal post and relief.

Duty turnover went normally. The off-going dutt reported his post, noted any liberty incidents from the night prior and made the commander aware of any facilities issues. As the oncoming Sergeant of the Guard (SoG), I accepted the watch and received any special instructions from the commander. It all went pretty standard except that Capt Evers said that she would be in the area all weekend. A little odd being that she was married and lived out in town, but whatever… More importantly these were thevfirstvwords I could remember her speaking. She had an absolutely captivating southern accent that rung of Coastal Georgia. Not rednecky, but something out of a old movie; pure class dripping with sex. I was captivated and slightly embarrassed as the combination of her voice and the image of her flipping through the pages of a Playboy in my room flooded my mind and my crotch.

The day goes by pretty normally. As the SoG I had a Corporal of the Guard (CoG) who was responsible for posting and relieving the sentries at the gates, at the armory, and in the Motor Pool every four hours. One of my jobs was to tour the area every two hours and to check the secured spaces twice each in the 24 hour period. There was absolutely no time to take or nap or fuck off in general. Throughout the day I’d walk through the battalion and company headquarters buildings. Capt Evers was in her office most of the time and would acknowledge me, then turn back to her work. Once she actually engaged me in light conversation asking where I was from, about the boat I kept in the barracks parking lot, and other small talk. The sound of her voice and the cadence in which she spoke was intoxicating. When she asked about the boat I rambled on about how we’re usually in the water on weekends, but “not today”. She kind of chuckled and said that there was always next weekend, to which I blurted out that she’s welcome to join us. She kind of smiled and told me to “Carry On!” and I did, embarrassed that I invited my female company commander to hang out on my boat at the beach.

Later that day, at about 1800 I again toured the company office and Capt Evers was dressed to the nines in a stunning little back dress, Hawaiian pearl necklace with matching bracelet and black four inch pumps. She told me that she was going to the Officer’s Club on the adjacent Air Station, and depending on how much she drank she might crash in her office. I’m sure she said more but I was locked on on her rocking body so seductively enhanced by that little black dress. And the boobs!!! Oh my gosh her boobs!!! Holy cow was that dress cut low, perfectly framing her firm tanned breastcles! I remember feeling my cock begin twitch in my Cammies. (Even now as I write this, the memory is getting me hard.) After she regained my attention she asked me if I understood. I don’t know if I heard a thing she said, but I do remember saying, “Aye Aye Ma’am!” and saluted her has she squeezed between me and the doorjamb as she left her office. I was so distracted that I couldn’t move and I remember feeling her breasts brush across my chest and I could smell her sweet perfume in what seemed like a full ten seconds for her to pass by.

I shook it off and regained my bearing and locked the hatch behind her and continued touring the area. I toured the camp three more times every two hours. The head shed, the armory, the gates, and the motor pool. It wasn’t until the midnight tour that I saw her slowly walking up the sidewalk outside the company office. She was clearly tipsy, as she kind of swayed to the left and the right humming to herself as if she were dancing, barefoot holding her pumps in her right hand. When I approached her I saluted and offered the appropriate greeting, to which she asked if I’d let her in the office because she left her keys in her desk. As I was leading her in to the building she was kind of singing to herself in a soft sweet Southern voice. I couldn’t quite make it out, but it was familiar. She was clearly feeling no pain. I unlocked her door and held it open as she walked in.

And then it started…

Whether it was an accident or intentional I’ll never know, but she lost her balance and fell into me. I quickly caught her and with the grace of a ballerina she twisted her body so that she was looking up at me, cradled in my arms as if I had dipped her the way Gene Kelley would dip Judy Garland in a 1940s era movie. We both froze. Neither of is moved for a few seconds while I held her in my arms in the dark. After what seemed Iike forty forevers she asked me to let her up, so I did. I told her that I’d get the lights, to which she said, “No… don’t!”

Thats when the kiss happened…

Capt Evers, with the strength of her very well-built, very athletic body, pushed me against the wall and kissed me with a passion that I had never felt up to that point. All the prolonged eye contact, awkward observations, and embarrassing inspections, and her sexy Southern drawl were all manifested with her lips on mine, tongue entertained with mine, and with her perfume mixed with my sweat against the wall of her office in the company headquarters. I remember pulling her into me by her waist with one hand while grabbing her rock solid ass with the other hand. She was only an inch or so two shorter than me and I remember seeing her crystal blue open eyes glinting from the outside standing lights through the window of her office. Her hands quickly made their way to my Cammie trousers, first undoing my War Belt dropping my .9mm pistol to the floor, awkwardly pulling on my shoulder via the pistol lanyard fastened across my chest. When she had successfully gotten my trousers down my cock sprang forward only to meet her lips with lightening speed. Capt Evers took me deeply into her mouth until the head of my cock pressed against her throat. She was clearly a skilled orator and sucked me with long deep strokes as she pumped me rhythmically with her right hand as her left travelled up and inside my Cammie blouse feeling my clawing chest.

After a view minutes of these long hard pulls on my cock I told her that I was about to cum. She said, “No, not yet!” and stood up while pushing me to the floor. I remember she closed her office door and I heard the lock click! The visual that I want you to have is of me lying flat on my back, trousers down around my ankles, combat boots still laced which prevented my pants from coming off. My Cammie blouse still on but twisted with the pistol lanyard still across my torso attached to the pistol still in the holster a few feet away. Cock harder than it had ever been in recent memory, and Capt Evers standing over me in that sexy black dress hiked up around her hips, barefoot,

Capt Evers said, “Sergeant, I’m going to fuck you now!”

I remember that she traced her index and middle finger up the slit of her shaved pussy and then put them in her mouth, tasting her own sex. She kneeled down and straddled my body, grabbed my cock with her right hand and slowly lowered her hips down onto mine, then leaning forward with both hands on my chest. As her hot wet pussy consumed the first few inches of my penis, she threw her head back and exhaled loudly. Not a moan, but an audible escape of oxygen under pressure. It was sooo erotic. Once she bottomed out on my cock she started to swing her hips left and right grinding her clit into my mound. With one hand she reached up and pulled her dress down and exposed her boobs to the ambient light in the room. Her body glistened as the light contrasted her naked skin again the black silk of her dress. She squeezed and played with her boobs as she started to ride my cock. Slowly at first, but then quickly picking up the pace as her passion built. I remember that she was so wet I could hear the sound of my cock plunging upward into her pussy and in just a few minutes she leaned forward and bit my neck in an effort to muffle her cries as she came.

After her orgasm subsided she released her bite on my neck and laid her head on my chest. I remember feeling her body heaving as she tried to control her breathing. We layed there for what could have been two minutes, or twenty, I honestly don’t know. Having not yet cum myself, my cock remained rock hard deep in her pussy. With every breath and shift of her body I could feel her pussy gently glide a half an inch or two on my shaft. I remember feeling her pussy muscles flex and release.

Then she said, “Sergeant, I want you to lick my pussy!”

With me still on my back and my cock still in her pussy she sat straight up, dismounted and did me a solid by giving my cock two good, wet, long sucks cleaning her pussy from my shaft. She then straddled my face looking down at me while she lowered herself onto my mouth, gently balancing herself so as not to crush me. I reached back and grabbed her ass while she fed me her wetness. She rocked her hips forward and backward rubbing her clit against my lips. I remember seeing her look down at me with her hypnotic blue eyes as I lapped at her pussy until she came a second time. This time her orgasm was different, she squirted and I took it all down my throat. My company commander’s cum in my mouth, on my face while she rode me leaning back with her hands on my thighs. After a few glorious minutes of licking her clean she turned around sucked me off. I shit you not, I was so ready to cum that she didn’t have to stroke me but 4, maybe 5 times before I came. Her instincts told her to take the head my cock to the back of her throat so every drop was consumed. She went so deep I’d bet a paycheck that no cum ever touched her tongue. It was glorious. She took my cock from her mouth and kissed, and licked and sucked my balls clean. When she was satisfied that she’d finished cleaning me up, she pulled herself to my chest and we layed there on her floor and drifted off to sleep.

At 0300 my radio crackled to life and it was the Corporal of the Guard looking for me. The last time we’d communicated was at 2300 when I started that last tour of the camp. It had been four hours. I quickly got up and started to put myself together while she laid on the carpet watching with those ice blue eyes of hers. After I was squared away I got down on all fours and kissed her deeply for at least a minute. I remember that she reached up with her hand behind my head and pulled my face tightly to hers. We broke contact, and I walked to the door, looked back at her on rather floor watching me, and stepped out into the passageway.

I went back to the Duty Hut where the CoG was about to go post the next group of sentries. He looked at me quizzically and then pointed to his neck. After he left I made a head call and saw what he saw, a dry bloody OBVIOUS bite mark. I grabbed a quick shower and shave because in about 4 hours I would have to be back in her office turning over with my replacement.

At 0700 the phone watch took a call from the Skipper. She told him to relay to me that I would conduct a gentleman’s turnover with my relief, but she still wanted me to stop by her office before I turned in. After the duty turnover I went to her office not knowing what to expect. Her office door was open and she sat at her desk in green on green PT gear. She invited me in and I habitually posted myself 6 inches and centered on her desk. She got up and came around and handed me my wallet. Apparently in the shuffle of just a few hours earlier it had fallen from my pocket. After I took the wallet from her hand she lightly traced her index finger across my neck wound and with a sly smile asked “if I cut myself shaving”. And with the same hand she again grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled my lips to hers and gave me the most erotic closed-lipped kiss I’d ever received. She said, “Sleep well!” and walked back to her desk. I took the cue and left and went to my barracks

After that weekend duty, things returned to normal. I saw her at the gym, at the pool, and running on the road. From time to time she would show up in the classroom, on a machine-gun range or in the training area and always made prolonged eye contact and a gave me a sly knowing smile. Somehow I never stood another weekend duty, and she never posted or relieved the Sergeants of the Guard. That summer she took orders to Quantico, Virgina and for a brief period we actually communicated. I got a letter from her with no return address on the envelope telling me to call her if ever I was in Q-Town. I actually did call her a few times but our careers never crossed paths again. She was after all, a commissioned officer and I was an enlisted man. She retired a Lieutenant Colonel and I retired, well… although very senior, I was still junior to her. I heard that she and her husband seperated shortly after the office incident and she remarried later in her career. I only decided to write this memoir tonight after finding out this past week that next week I am going to Quantico for business.

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