High School Reunion

"How'd he land that gig?" Kat asked scathingly. Tony Markinson was the person she made a thorough example of when he called her a dyke. It irritated her, but she still kept her bisexuality hidden so that she could get through high school. It didn't matter in the Marines, because she never said. "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" was the rampage, and so she didn't tell. She preferred men anyways, so it wasn't a huge deal. "Good thing I didn't apply there after I got home, would've busted his kneecap most likely."

She winked back at Bert. "I'm sure I could make a few educated guesses about why you're called 'The Hammer'," she said with a twinkle in her baby blue eyes.
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"Yeah, well, I have a rep to protect. Well, nowadays, anyway. As I told Ash, I'm still banned from Clio's for life," Bert chuckled, "he got the gig by marrying the right woman. Ms. Beth Malone. You remember her? The warden's daughter?"

"Or just ask Ms. Wilton why. One of these days, I might hit that again. She was my first," he blushed as he told Kat that.
 
Kat laughed. "That ol' cougar?" she teased. "Good going, Bert. Lost mine to my CO, the day after I graduated from training. James Nichols. Tall, broad, and knew what the fuck he was doing, let me tell you. But then again, doctors and nurses typically are some of the best lays." She added a saucy wink all on her own.
 
"Homecoming," Ashley blushed. "Matt Stapleton." She wasn't about to be honest about this story. If she were, she would have said Matt Stapleton AND Ethan Vaughn, a couple of soccer players at a party after the dance, but technically....

She hoped nobody here had remembered the "rumors." Or been at that party.
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"Is that a fact? Is it your bedside manner? Ever do a patient?" Bert asked her, "I won't tell a soul."

"I'm thinking that we could have a lot of fun tonight, who knows how and where, all of us," Bert grinned.
 
Kat winked. "Only the good looking ones," she confided. "I don't make a habit of it."

She raised an eyebrow at Ashley. "I remember that party, booze was overflowing. Didn't imbibe, but I thought I saw Ethan Vaughn go after your tail as well."
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"And Ethan, right? Yeah, I heard. Not judging. You were too hot not to get some attention. Or was Ethan oral only?" Bert asked her, "last I heard, he is a priest. Matt is teaching Physics at Groton, as I recall."

Bert added, "don't worry, I don't think any less of you for it."
 
Ashley felt herself turn red and couldn't believe how stupid she had been back then and, at the same time felt the memory fondly in her core, even as it was brought up. "Ethan was not oral only," she said, then caught herself flustered. "I mean, he wasn't involved," she lied, too embarassed to cop to what amounted to a particularly dirty night that would shade her sex life ever after.
 
Kat just chuckled. "Mhm. And Ethan totally didn't come out of that room looking like he didn't get a piece of you. Either he was watching, there was oral or he got your backdoor."
 
"He didn't what? Watch? Get oral? Fuck your ass?" The Marine's voice was light and teasing, even with the crude language. "Believe me, it can't be any more fucked up than some of the things that us orderlies and docs would get up to in the desert. I think I had to help at more surgeries for things gone wrong than bullet wounds."
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"Hey, now, no reason to be embarrassed. I'm a guy who fucked a teacher. That's pretty messed up, too. Plus I screwed Marisa Clemente, good Catholic girl as she claimed to be, though she was much wilder than she let her Daddy know. Hell, I hooked up with an officer one night, though I didn't know that until the next morning. Let's just say that we followed 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' to the letter," Ber coughed as he drank more Guinness and Jameson together.

"Don't worry, Ash, nobody's gonna judge that stuff. I don't blame Ethan, either. Or Matt. You're hot stuff now, just as you were back then. Hotter in fact. So's Kat. You're a MILF, more or less, and Kat's got this sexy Amazon thing going on. Don't worry. I've outgrown schoolgirls....most of the time," Bert laughed.
 
Kat laughed along with Bert. "I fucked at least 2 of my COs, and there was one memorable time involving a patient, his IV bag, and. . . there may or may not have been a scalpel to my ribs," she admitted, blushing a little.
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"See what I mean. Very hot, these forbidden flings. What about you, Damon? You've been quiet about your past?" Bert asked Damon, the old jock.

He winked at both women and even at Ms. Wilton....why not?
 
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Mrs. Wilton

Hillary Wilton couldn't take the teasing anymore, walking over to the group of students and going for a good drink, hoping that someone at the bar, one of the former students, would offer to buy her a drink.

"Hello, there. My ears were burning. Were any of you thinking of your old teacher?" she smiled as she flirted with both men and women alike.
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"Well, I, for, one, remember you fondly. Kat, what are your thoughts on Ms Wilton?" Bert asked with a smile.

"Hillary, please. Especially now. I'm not your teacher anymore. Haven't been for years," Ms. Wilton urged me.

"I'll buy you a drink, then, Hillary. Plus another for Kat if she wishes," Bert adding, flirting with both of them.
 
"Hi, Ms. Wilton," Kat said, winking at Bert. "Could you get me a Long Island iced tea?" she asked Bert when he mentioned buying her a drink. "Time I stop drinking beer, need something stronger." She turned back to her former teacher. "I remember the time you had to pull me off of TJ Hendersen 'cause he and I were trading blows. But I don't take too kindly to my bra breaking."
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"Yes, I recall that, too," Ms. Wilton laughed, "but, please, call me Hillary. I insist."

"Just don't call you late for dinner, right? Sure, a Long Island for the lady, both ladies if you wish," Bert laughed a bit.

"I could use one for sure. I have to confess that some of it is for liquid courage. I've wanted both of you for a while. Bert I've had, but I didn't get enough of him by a long shot. Not sure if I can.....and you, Kat, you're truly adorable," Hillary told them.

"Kat, I have to agree. You're a dish. Absolutely ravishing. So are you...Hillary," he grinned at both of them, "and how could I forget how you were that night? Yummy."
 
Kat raised an eyebrow, but didn't really say anything, she just smirked. "Me? Adorable?" she asked finally. "I'm a broken Marine who is lucky. I made it home. About half of my regiment didn't. I've got boys and girls who won't go back to their families 'cause some extremists shot 'em. The only other guy who had this devastating of an injury," she gave a nod to her right knee and her cane, "is my CO, who had his leg blown off by a fuckin' IED outside of Baghdad. I told 'im he was done. He served ten years, 'nd he bawled like a baby when he heard he was goin' home." She grew quiet and drank her drink, quietly reminiscing about the heat of the desert and the cries of wounded comrades, her own joining the mix as she remembered the bullet piercing her knee.
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"Yes, that is something that I won't forget. You did your duty in circumstances that none of the rest of us can even imagine, and you did so without self-pity or moaning. But you're still adorable. You still have that smile. So what if you have scars? You're still lovely. In fact, I find you even more so because you can do that and still be a lady when you wish to be. So, here's your drink, babe. Just remember that whatever you do or don't do, I, for one, will always respect you in the morning," Bert assured her.

"What he said," Hillary added, "plus, I dig Amazon types. Strong enough to pin me to the ground. Just like Bert here. I loved it when he did that and then rammed his cock far inside me, driving me nuts."

"Um...Hillary, are you sure that you want Kat to know this stuff.....?" Bert asked her, noticing how fast Hillary put that drink back....this wasn't her first drink of the night, was it?
 
Kat chuckled, cheered up by the fact that they were talking to her, making her feel a bit better. The past couple of years had been hard on her, even her therapist had to admit that. But she smiled a little, sipping on her drink.

"Oh, it's fine, Bert," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "I've heard much worse than that in the Marines. 'So, what are you in for?' They start mumbling, and the next thing I know, my CO and I are trying to extract things from the body that aren't meant to go in the body."
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"Yes, I imagine that's true. Just didn't know if you were ready for details of my sex life. But if it doesn't bother you, I admit that I was a bit rough in the sack with Hillary here. Not that she had any complaints, except maybe egging me on to be rougher," Bert laughed again as he paid for another around for each of them.

"Well, I love to be rumbled and tumbled. I won't apologize for that. I'm an equal-opportunity slut, too. I love it when a girl gets rough with me, too. Sometimes, though not always, it's even more fun, because, I love the claws on me," she confessed with a blush, "nice long scratches on my skin from some of the best women that have ever fucked me."

"Damn, I get the impression that at this rate, at least two out of three of us will get laid for sure tonight," Bert chuckled.

"At least two, I swear, Bert. Three if she's open to it," Hillary giggled.
 
"I don't think it's a huge secret that I'm bi anymore," Kat said bluntly. "Not with DADT removed. It's nice being able to state my sexuality." She stretched and cracked her neck. "And if it is, surprise! Markinson was half right, but he still deserved to have his ass kicked!" She looked at Hillary. "It's been a long time for me, on both counts. Longer for doin' chicks," she said quietly. "I'd be more than happy to get laid for the first time in two and a half years. Why not?"
 
Bert "The Hammer" Hammer

"Well, then, threesome it is. No pressure on anyone, of course. Everyone just doing whatever comes naturally, whatever comes of it. Agreed?" Bert proposed with a grin.

"I'm game. I just hope that what comes naturally leaves me walking funny for a week," Hillary laughed.

"I guess this is a reunion in more ways than one," Bert replied, planting a kiss on Kat's mouth to make it clear that she was very desirable.
 
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