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Title: Sisters In Army Green

Author: Ann Douglas

Email: ann_douglas@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes
scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by
William Broyles, Jr. and John Sacret Young and the ABC network, as
well as characters copyrighted by Richard Hooker, Larry Gilbert and
CBS Television.  This story is intended for the non-commercial
enjoyment of fans and should be considered parody . No copyright
infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Always appreciated

Fandom: China Beach

Summary: On a trip to Tokyo, Colleen McMurphy makes a new friend.

Personal Website: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/



	Lieutenant Colleen McMurphy sat at the  rearmost table in the
hotel bar, listening to Linda Ronstadt and the Stone Poneys on the
jukebox and enjoying her second scotch of the evening.  Both simple
pleasures made her think of home, a place she hadn't seen in well
over a year.  For most of that time, she had been stationed at the
510th Evac Hospital at China Beach in the Republic of South Vietnam.
A place she definitely needed some time away from.

	It had come as quite a surprise to the short haired brunette
when the commander of the 510th, Major Lila Garreau, appeared at
her door two days ago and asked if she would be interested in going
to the medical conference at Tokyo General scheduled for the long
weekend.  It seemed that Dr. Richard, who had planned to deliver a
paper on advances in combat surgical procedures had hurt his leg and
would be unable to make the trip.  Since she couldn't run two
surgeons short, Garreau asked the nurse if she wanted to go in his
place.

	Four days in Tokyo might not be a trip home, but it was a
chance to relax and unwind for a while.  Colleen didn't hesitate a
minute before jumping at the opportunity.

	The paper had been delivered at this afternoon's session,
leaving the Lieutenant with another day and a half before she had to
catch the transport back to DaNang.  The only thing she had to decide
on now was how she wanted to spend that free time.

	Looking out across the bar of the American-run hotel, Colleen
decided that if she wanted, it wouldn't be very hard to find someone to
spend that time with.  The room was filled with good-looking men of
various ages, some in uniform and even more in civilian dress.
Several had their eyes on her since she'd come in a half hour before.

	Despite her strong Irish Catholic background and the small
town she had grown up it, Colleen hadn't been a virgin when she'd
first arrived in Vietnam.  Few girls her age were in 1968.  And in the
interim since, she had hardly been living a life of celibacy.  The
question at the moment, however, was if she actually wanted company
or not.

	"Mind if I sit down, Lieutenant?"  a female voice asked as a
blond haired woman suddenly appeared next to the booth.

	Colleen looked up in surprise, especially since the woman had
addressed her by her rank.  After the presentation, she had made it a
point to change out of her uniform and into the non-descript blue dress
she had on.  Dressed in a pair of cream slacks, a black short-sleeved
blouse and a light colored sweater that barely contained an ample
bust, the woman, who appeared to be in her late forties or possibly
even her early fifties, was unfamiliar.  Curious as to what the woman
wanted, especially since she'd had to cross the entire bar to reach
where she'd been sitting, Colleen motioned to the empty space on the
other side of the table.

	As the older woman thanked Colleen and took the seat, one of
the waiters appeared at the table to take her order.

	"I'll have whatever the Lieutenant is having, and bring her
another while you're at it," the new arrival said.

	From the inflection in her voice, Colleen got the impression that
this woman was used to giving orders and more importantly, having
them obeyed without question.


	"I hope I'm not disturbing you,"  the woman said as the waiter
quickly returned with the drink order.  "I saw you sitting here when I
came in and I just wanted to come over and tell you how impressed I
was with your presentation this afternoon."

	"You were there at the conference?"  Colleen asked, then
realized that obviously she had been since she knew her rank and that
she had delivered a report.

	The curly-haired blonde answered with a nod as she took a sip
of her drink.  The expression on her face indicated that while she was
willing to drink it, it was hardly the best she'd ever had.

	"Are you in the army?"  Colleen asked, remembering having
seen a few other women in uniform at the conference.

	"Once upon a time,"  came the reply, framed in a faraway smile,
"I retired a bird colonel a few years back."

	Colleen was impressed, even her own CO was only a major and
that was a rarity for a woman.

	"What brought you to the conference?"

	"I was visiting some old associates here at the hospital in
Tokyo, and I saw the conference on the schedule.  I haven't totally
retired from nursing so I decided to stop by and take a look."  she
explained.  "It's a sad fact, but war does seem to bring on major
medical advances and I like to keep up if I can."

	"Well it was actually Doctor Richard's report,"  the younger
woman said with humility,  "I was just standing in for him."

	"Nonsense, doctors get way too much of the attention,"  she cut
in with a wave of her glass,  "People don't credit nurses enough for the
success rate in the operating room."

	"Is that what you were, a surgical nurse?"  asked Colleen.

	"More than that,"  the woman said with a noticeable pride in her
voice,  "I was head nurse at a MASH unit in Korea during the war, the
4077th."

	Colleen was now very glad she had asked the woman to
sit down.

	"I'm Colleen McMurphy."

	"I know.  I'm Margaret Houlihan," the older woman
said, realizing she hadn't yet introduced herself.

				-=-=-=-

	A few more rounds of scotch and an hour and a half later,
Colleen and Margaret felt like they'd known each other the longest
time.  Despite the age difference and the times in which they'd served,
it was amazing how much they had in common.

	"Two biggest mistakes in my life,"  Margaret was saying in
response to a comment Colleen had made about men, sex and military
life, "were Frank Burns and Donald Penobscott - losers both.  The first
was a married man I was playing around with and the second was a
Lieutenant Colonel I married and then divorced."

	"If they were such losers, what attracted you to them in the first
place?"  Colleen asked out of curiosity.

	"Well, that's a little hard to explain,"  Margaret said,  "let's just
say it had to do with the times."

	"Fair enough,"  Colleen said, now feeling the effects of the last
few drinks.

	"What about you, anyone special?"  Margaret asked.

	"Not really,"  Colleen asked, thinking of the men she'd let
herself become involved with back at the base and how bad the
relationships had turned out."

	"Well I hope at least the sex was good,"  Margaret laughed,
feeling no pain as well.  She had started two drinks behind her
younger counterpart but had quickly caught up.  "There's something
about getting shot at occasionally that really makes you horny."

	"Yeah, I've found that out,"  Colleen replied, her thoughts
drifting back to two instances in particular where that had proved true.
In a way she never would have imagined before.

	Those memories brought an even more interesting thought to
mind as Colleen drained the last of her glass.  There was something in
the way the former MASH nurse was looking at her.  At first, she
thought it was her imagination, but she wasn't so sure.  It was a look
that the younger woman had seen before.  It also occurred to her that
Margaret had the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen.

	A few months ago, during a Viet Cong attack on China Beach,
Colleen had been trapped along with K.C. Koloski in the small
apartment K.C. kept near the base.  A self-made businesswoman who
wasn't above getting what she needed on her back, she had
nevertheless become a friend of sorts.

	For a while, with the guerrillas near and help nowhere in sight,
things looked pretty bad.  To Colleen's astonishment, they wound up
turning to each other for comfort in a way that she had only previously
imagined with a man.

	It took Colleen some time to come to grips with what had
happened, or the fact that she had really enjoyed it.  In the end, she
decided that it was an isolated event, brought on by the near death
experience, and one that wouldn't ever be repeated.

	That was until the day when she met Wayloo Marie Holmes.  A
curvaceous blonde reporter who caused reactions in Colleen that she
hadn't felt since her teen years.  Feelings she had confessed late one
night after they'd had a few together and to her surprise, ones that had
been reciprocated.

	After that night, Colleen had to admit to herself that it wasn't
something she could think of as an aberration any more.  And if the
opportunity ever presented itself, she would undoubtedly take
advantage of it.


	"Can I get you ladies anything else, ladies,"  the waiter said as
he reappeared at their side.  The look in his eyes said a lot as to what
he'd really like to give either one of them.

	"Maybe we should call it a night,"  Colleen said in recognition
that her thoughts were becoming a little too scandalous.

	"Tired of my company already?"  Margaret asked.

	"Not at all,"  Colleen quickly replied,  "I can honestly say I can't
remember the last time I've enjoyed anyone else's company as much."

	"Then why don't we continue our discussion up in my room,"
the older woman suggested.  "The bar never closes and I have some
scotch that makes what they serve here taste like soda pop."

	Without thinking about it, Colleen agreed.  Dropping a few
dollars on the table to cover their bill, she followed Margaret back
across the barroom floor, much to the disappointment of some of the
male observers around them.

				-=-=-=-

	"Oh that is really good,"  Colleen said as she downed half of the
glass of twenty-year old scotch that Margaret had poured for her.
"Where ever did you get anything this good?"

	"It was sent to me as a birthday gift by a doctor I used to know
back at the 4077th, Hawkeye Pierce,"  Margaret said as she worked
on her own glass.  "We've kept in touch over the years."

	"Hawkeye, that's a strange name,"  Colleen mused.

	"Well actually, his real name is Benjamin Franklin Pierce, if you
can believe that, but his father gave him the nickname when he was a
kid and it just stuck,"  the older woman said as she refilled both
glasses.  "Not the most military of surgeons, but definitely the man I'd
want working on me if I was hurt."

	"Did he ever,"  the brunette asked out of curiosity,  "work on
you?"

	"I'm assuming you don't mean surgery,"  Margaret grinned,
knowing exactly what her guest meant.  "We had a few brushes but
nothing really serious.  However, it was the opinion of quite a few of
my nurses that he was quite skilled out of the operating room as well.
If that was what you were looking for."

	The slight slur brought on by the amount of alcohol she'd
consumed in a short time seemed to suddenly disappear from
Margaret's voice with that last statement.  Her eyes seemed to focus
directly on Colleen, with an equally sobering effect as she put the rest
of her drink down on the table.

	"Colleen, can I ask you a question?"  the blonde asked.  "It's
sort of personal, but I've always believed that sometimes it's better to
be direct."

	"Okay,"  she replied, a touch of nervousness in her tone.

	"I got the impression, down in the bar, that wasn't the kind of
company that you where looking for,"  the older blonde said as she
moved closer on the couch they had been sharing.  "Forgive me if I
was wrong but..."

	"You weren't wrong,"  Colleen quickly answered, thinking that if
she even waited for Margaret to finish what she was saying that she
might not have the nerve to say the truth.

	"I'm glad,"  Margaret smiled, placing her hand over Colleen's
and squeezing it gently.

	"Can I ask you a question?"  the younger woman asked in turn
as she returned the squeeze.

	"Of course."

	"How did you know that?  This is all pretty new to me,  I have no
idea how one woman knows that another is interested or..."

	"That's a really hard question to answer,"  Margaret said after a
few moments contemplation.  "Sometimes, you get a feeling about it,
and I have to admit that I've been wrong more than I've been right
about it over the years.  And while you wear that uniform, that can be a
pretty dangerous thing to be wrong about."

	"How did you deal with it then?"  Colleen asked, trying to picture
what it must've been like for the older woman when she had been her
age.

	"Mostly by being the opposite of what I really was,"  Margaret
answered, this time without any hesitation.  "Remember  those two
men that I mentioned earlier, well they were hardly the only two that I
was involved with in my career, especially when I was young.  For a
while, I even had somewhat of a reputation as a slut in certain circles,
but that didn't affect my career anywhere as negatively as it would
have if I had been known as a dyke instead.  In fact, it that had ever
come out, I wouldn't have had any military career to worry about at
all."

	Colleen nodded her head in understanding.  In almost twenty
years, that much hadn't changed in the Army and she doubted that in
twenty more years it would be any different.

	"There were times,"  Margaret went on as she recalled a
particular memory,  "when I really had to ask myself if it was worth it.
Especially on late nights when I would walk past one of my nurses'
tents and overhear two of them sharing a little intimacy.  Since I was
their commanding officer, getting involved with them wasn't an option.
Thankfully, there were other career officers that shared my interest
and when possible, we managed to get together once in a while."

	"And now you're a civilian,"  Colleen observed,  "and no one
can tell you who you can be involved with."

	"True, but you're still in uniform, with all the risks that entails,"
came Margaret's answer, a word of caution in her tone.

	"Well, I guess we'll just have to make sure that no one asks,
and no one tells,"  Colleen grinned as she leaned closer and kissed
Margaret softly on her lips.

				-=-=-=-

	Margaret was quick to respond, returning the passion she felt in
Colleen's lips even as she pressed her tongue deep into her mouth.
As their tongues lovingly collided, her left hand came to rest on the
younger woman's breast.  A gentle squeeze caused the Lieutenant to
let out a sigh, as the memory of how nice it was to be with another
woman reasserted itself.

	They kissed a second time, wrapping their arms around each
other, their hands exploring each other's body more fully now.  Colleen
undid the buttons of Margaret's sweater, dropping it back onto the
couch.  Glancing down at the blonde's ample bust, she considered
that it was almost as large as Wayloo's.  She also wondered if it would
taste as sweet.

	The brunette could feel her nipples growing hard as Margaret's
fingers played with them through the material of her dress.  Prompting
her to bring her own hands to cradle the other woman's mounds, the
weight and firmness of which surprised her.

	"Would you like to get more comfortable?"  Margaret asked as
she kissed the woman in her arms one more time.

	"Oh yes,"  Colleen responded as she felt a warm rush between
her legs.

	Margaret undid the top buttons of her blouse, just enough to
give Colleen a more intimate look at the rounded globes beneath the
dark material.  Before she could reach the third button, Colleen
replaced Margaret's fingers with her own and completed the task.  As
the folds of the dark blouse fell away, they revealed an equally black
bra that looked far too flimsy to contain the lavish orbs that strained
against it.

	Hesitantly, Colleen eased off Margaret's blouse and dropped it
next to the sweater.  The dark circles and pointed nipples that capped
the retired officer's breasts were clearly visible through the scanty
material, providing a breath-stealing image.  Reaching out with two
fingers of each hand, Colleen gently pressed against both tips.

	"That's nice,"  Margaret moaned softly.  Her nipples had always
been highly sensitive.

	The zipper of Colleen's blue dress came down even easier as
Margaret reached around and took hold of the metal clasp.  Feeling
the outfit grow loose around her shoulders, Colleen stood up and let
Margaret lower it down the length of her body, until she was able to
step out of it and leave it on the carpeted floor.

	"You are so very pretty,"  Margaret said as she ran her fingers
up along the outsides of the younger woman's legs, moving up across
her waist and then against the sides of her breasts.

	Colleen wished she had been wearing something more
presentable that the army issue undergarments that she'd bought at
the base exchange, but looking into Margaret's eyes she saw that her
lover of the evening didn't seem to mind.  Besides, she was sure she
wouldn't be wearing them that much longer anyway.

	Margaret ran one hand back down across Colleen's stomach
and placed it flat between her legs.  Even through the plain white
material of the generic panties, she could feel how wet the
brown-haired mound had become beneath them.  Pressing against the
small protrusion with her thumb, the nearly topless woman quickly
located the most sensitive spot.

	"Oooooo,"  Colleen moaned as she felt the warmth of a lover's
hand against her mound.

	Margaret took encouragement from the sound and pulled down
the sides of the panties, revealing the tightly trimmed prize beneath it.
It was a sharp contrast to her own, which she had let grow wild since
she'd put aside her army greens.

	Colleen watched with anticipation as Margaret ran her index
finger up and down the length of her brown haired sex, sending small
ripples radiating outward.  Her finger pressed deeper, sliding inside
Colleen and caressing the wet walls within.  An touch that caused the
Lieutenant's moans to grow louder and more frequent.

	A second finger, then a third joined the first and Margaret thrust
them deep into the wetness.  Colleen's moans now came from deep
within as she felt her sex pressing around the probing digits, which
were now moving in and out of her with increasing speed.  It didn't
take long for the touch of experience to bring on the onset of a small,
but highly pleasurable orgasm.

	"Mother of God,"  Colleen gasped as she felt the strength fade
from her legs, calling on an invocation that she was certain the Sisters
in her parish school would've considered blasphemous.

	Then again, she'd always had a few doubts of her own about
the Sisters and their constant entreaties against the sins of self-abuse.
Especially after the teenage girl had sampled them for herself and
couldn't understand how any woman, and they were simply women
beneath their habits, could not enjoy what was certainly a gift from
God.

	"Feeling more relaxed now?"  Margaret asked as she withdrew
her now saturated fingers, taking a moment to bring them to her mouth
and greedily lick them clean.

	"More than relaxed,"  Colleen answered as she took a deep
breath and regained her equilibrium.  The brief climax had done more
to loosen her up than all of the alcohol she'd consumed over the last
few hours.

	"Good.  I was afraid that you might be a little nervous,"
Margaret said as she rose to her feet as well.  "Now we can take our
time and have some real fun."

	Despite her desire to again sample the wonders of being with a
woman, Colleen had also felt a certain degree of anxiousness about it
as well.  She hadn't realized that it had been apparent enough for
Margaret to pick up on it.  Still, she could hardly find complaint with the
older woman's method of dealing with her hesitancy.

				-=-=-=-

	Margaret stepped back from Colleen and pulled off her slacks,
leaving her in just bra and panties.  She moved back into Colleen's
arms and invited her to explore her body at her leisure.

	Colleen took her up on the invitation and placed her palms on
the bare parts of Margaret's breasts, caressing the warm skin with her
outstretched fingers.  They slid inside the hemispheres of her black
bra and pressed the hard flesh of her areola.  Margaret responded to
the more intimate touch with soft moans of her own.

	Moans that grew louder as the blonde placed her own hands on
top of Colleen's and pressed them even harder against her mounds.
She did this a second time, until the younger woman began to do it on
her own.  Her hands now free, Margaret reached behind her back and
undid the clasp of her bra, giving Colleen full access to her
endowments.

	Access she was quick to take advantage of as the brunette
tilted her head downward and kissed Margaret's breast, running her
tongue across the dark pink disks.  Margaret purred in response to the
trail of wetness on her skin.  Not wanting to rush, Colleen darted her
tongue to and fro, tracing concentric circles around the rigid nipples.
She tickled it with the tip of her tongue one last time, then glided it
between her lips.

	Margaret held Colleen's head in place, running her fingers
through her short regulation style hair.  She felt an excitement that
only a woman suckling at her breast could produce.  One surpassed
by only one other activity, which she was sure she would also be
enjoying before the night was over.

	"Am I doing this okay?"  Colleen asked as she lifted her mouth
from Margaret's bounty and moved to sample its twin.

	"Colleen love, you're doing it fabulously,"  Margaret
complimented her as she felt the pleasing wetness of her mouth engulf
her other mound.

	Margaret stood there enjoying Colleen's tongue play.  She
thanked whatever fates had prompted her to stop in the bar for a drink
earlier and then decide to compliment the young Lieutenant on her
presentation at the seminar.

	Unable to wait any longer to sample Colleen's own charms,
Margaret undid her bra as well and reached out with her hands to
grasp the younger woman's breasts.  They were smaller than hers but
no less responsive.  A fact further validated when she replaced the
touch of her hands with that of her mouth.

	Colleen was in heaven as Margaret brought her not
inconsiderable skill into play.  As she had learned from K.C. and
Wayloo, few men really took the time to appreciate a woman's breasts
like another woman did.  They always seemed to be just a quick stop
on their way to their more immediate goals.  Thinking of her two
previous female lovers, Colleen was reminded of what else men
usually never spent enough time concentrating on, if at all.  She was
sure that wouldn't be a problem with Margaret, not if she was any
judge of the woman into whose arms she had given herself.

	Almost as if she was reading her mind, Margaret eased Colleen
back onto the couch and climbed down between her legs.  She lifted
the brunette's legs up onto the cushions, spreading them apart wide
enough to give her the fullest access to her womanhood.

	"Blessed Mother,"  Colleen said under her breath as she felt the
first touch of Margaret's tongue against her clitoris, thinking for a
moment that she really had to address the phrases that she seemed to
cry out during sex.

	A thought that only lasted a second as that was followed by a
second and third touch, each causing her to shiver with lustful delight.

	"God yes,"  Colleen cried out louder this time as she arched her
head and shoulders back on the couch and felt repeated waves of
pleasure wash over her.  "Lick me, lick my pussy!"

	At least, a small part of her mind told herself, that seemed at
least a little more appropriate to the situation.

	Not that Margaret needed the slightest bit of encouragement as
once she had sampled the younger woman's honey, she had no
intention of stopping until she had brought her to an even greater
orgasm than before.  She lapped at the excited clit yet again, moving
her tongue deeply inside Colleen.

	Margaret felt Colleen's body responding to her labors, filling
with the fires that line the road to orgasm.  Glancing upward from her
efforts for a heartbeat, she saw the look of joy on Colleen's face as
she added to her pleasure by playing with her own breasts.  Her head
tossed back and forth as she moaned, riding each new cascading
wave as it passed through her.

	Even as she continued to bring Colleen to the brink of orgasm,
Margaret had moved to ensure her own pleasures as well.  With the
fingers of one hand ensuring her access to Colleen's pearl, the older
blonde had moved the other down inside her panties.  Deft fingers and
an intimate knowledge of her own body had allowed her to quickly
catch up with the woman she was gratifying, so that they both now
teetered on the edge of orgasm.

	An edge they didn't pause long at as the fires within each
erupted into raging infernos a short time later.  With soft sighs that
gave way to loud cries, Colleen climaxed first, treating Margaret once
more to the nectar of her orgasm.  A banquet the sweetness of which
she had only tasted a glimmer of before.

	"Yes, yes, oh yes..."  Colleen kept repeating as she
surrendered to the erotic energies ripping through her body.

	The quaking force of her orgasm was just what Margaret
needed to put herself over the edge, triggering an eruption almost as
pleasing as the one she had given Colleen.  Yet, as her own body
shook with the most valued aspect of womanhood, she never stopped
trying to please Colleen, even after she could feel the younger
woman's body grow limp against her as her second orgasm of the
night left her drained.

				-=-=-=-

	But not so drained that Colleen was ready to call it a night.  Not
when she had yet to please Margaret in the way she had been
pleased.  If only to show how much she herself had enjoyed what they
had shared so far.

	"Just give me a minute or two to catch my breath,"  Colleen
said.

	"There's no reason why we can't take a little break,"  Margaret
smiled as she moved back onto the couch and sat next to Colleen,
giving her a brief kiss.  "After all, we do have all night, unless of
course you have other plans?"

	"None at all,"  Colleen smiled in return.

	"Good,"  the blonde replied, thinking that she would've been so
disappointed if that answer had been yes.

	"So tell me more about the people you work with,"  Margaret
suggested, thinking that she could use a little time to recoup her
strength as well.

	"I'm not sure where to start,"  Colleen said, taking a deep breath
and realizing that she hadn't even thought of China Beach in the last
few hours.  Something she normally had never been able to do.

	So she thought back to what she had already told Margaret
back in the bar, about Dr. Richard, and then told her about Beckett
and Boonie, and of course Dodger.  The people that made life in the
middle of all that insanity bearable.  Well, maybe not just them.

	In the wake of what they had just shared, Colleen also told her
about K.C. and Wayloo.  Margaret listened intently, thinking back to
her own MASH days and some of the nurses on her staff.  How she
wished she could've shared more with some of them.

	"It seems that every hospital has their own cast of characters,"
Margaret commented to change the subject, telling Colleen about
Trapper John and Radar O'Reilly, Father Mulcahy and of course B.J.
Hunnicutt.

	"B.J.?"  Colleen laughed, thinking that was a loaded nickname if
she ever heard one.

	"Luckily, the initials didn't really have the same meaning back
then as they do now,"  Margaret laughed.

	"Well at least you had good CO's,"  Colleen said, referring to
Colonels Blake and Potter who Margaret had mentioned down in the
bar.  "I'm stuck with Major Garreau.  God, she can be a bitch at times."

	"Would that be Lila Garreau?"  Margaret asked, making a
connection she hadn't made when Colleen had mentioned her before.

	"Yeah, do you know her?"  Colleen asked, thinking that the
retired Colonel might indeed know her since they were both regular
army.  If so, she hoped she hadn't just insulted a friend of hers.

	"I think I do,"  Margaret replied as she described the woman she
had know when she was a Lieutenant and Colleen matched it to the
older version that was now a Major.

	"Oh I remember her now,"  Margaret grinned.  "In a lot of ways
she reminded me of myself at that age.  You might not believe it to
look at me now, but there was a time when I was a do it by the book
regular army clown, as Hawkeye liked to describe me.  Thankfully, I
eventually grew out of it.  Evidently, Lila never has."

	"I was worried for a minute that she might be a friend of yours,"
Colleen admitted.

	"Actually, there was a night that we almost were friends, or a
little more than that,"  Margaret admitted.  "Right after the armistice, I
pulled temporary duty over at another unit and it had been non-stop
casualties for a while.  Fighting had gone on just about to the last hour
of the war.  When it was finally over, Lila and I got pretty drunk.  She
was, I decided, a woman who desperately needed to get laid and she
was quite attractive back then.  Luckily, drunk as I was, I was still clear
headed enough to realize that she was also the type who would
probably feel the need to report what happened between us despite
what it would've done to both our careers."

	"That sounds like Lila,"  Colleen said, then thought that maybe
she was selling her CO short.  After all, it wasn't like she gave her the
benefit of the doubt that much.  Also, if she hadn't sent her to the
medical conference, she never would've met Margaret.

	"And speaking of a woman who desperately needs to get laid,"
Margaret laughed,  "it just occurred to me that why are we still
fumbling around on this couch when there's a very nice bed in just the
next room?"

	Colleen looked at Margaret and realized that talk time was now
over.  Taking her hand, she got up from the couch and the two of them
headed for the more comfortable settings only a dozen feet away.

				-=-=-=-


	The bed in question was typical hotel fare, but neither woman
would've cared if it was a folding army cot.  Margaret climbed onto the
center of it, with Colleen right behind her.  Their bodies pressed
together as they again shared kisses and gentle caresses.

	Climbing on top, Colleen pressed her tongue deep into the
Margaret's mouth, causing the older woman to respond in kind.
Shifting her body back and forth, the brunette rubbed it against that of
the woman beneath her.

	Nipples brushed against nipples, creating little electrical sparks
that could be felt down to their cores.  Colleen slid her bare thigh
between Margaret's legs and rubbed up against her still cloth covered
mound.  Margaret responded with a long, deep moan as the younger
nurse pressed her leg ever harder against her.

	She could feel the wetness of Margaret's mound against her
skin, the natural lubricant letting her move even harder and faster.
They rocked back and forth as the blonde duplicated her action and
placed her own leg against Colleen's bare sex.  In no time they
matched each other's pace, fucking each other furiously, losing
themselves in the depths of desire.

	Even as they swayed back and forth against each other,
Colleen moved her head down between Margaret's capacious
mounds.  She covered them with wanton kisses, taking the pert
nipples into her mouth and playing with them with her tongue.

	Sweat covered both their bodies as their hearts raced with
excitement.  Primed from their earlier endeavors, despite the short
rest, it didn't take much to set the both of them off once more.  Both
nurses climaxed within heartbeats of the other, grasping tightly against
the other and shouting their gratification loud enough for all the world,
or at least Tokyo to hear.

	It took what seemed like forever for the billows of passion to
finally subside, but as they did, Colleen collapsed limply onto
Margaret's hot, sweaty body.  She kissed the older woman tenderly
and whispered the most wonderful words Margaret had heard in a
quite a while.

	"One more time,"  she'd said.

	Margaret answered with a smile and a deep sigh of
appreciation.  Colleen wasted no time and began to wetly kiss her way
down the rest of Margaret's soft, bare skin.  Her hand led the way as it
preceded her to her goal, coming to rest between the blonde's
outstretched legs.  Her fingers brushed against the soaked thin
material of her lover's panties, outlining a stain rich enough to be seen
against the dark fabric.

	Her head caught up to her hand and she kissed the center of
the wetness, inhaling deeply of the natural perfume, feeling an erotic
rush as it overpowered her senses.

	Colleen pulled down the delicate undergarment, taking care not
to tear them as she did.  As she lifted herself just high enough to let
the brunette accomplish her task, Margaret couldn't have cared if the
expensive panties had been ripped to shreds.

	Unlike her own mound, and those of K.C. and Wayloo, which
they all kept tightly trimmed for hygienic reasons in the jungles of
Southeast Asia,  Margaret had let hers grow wild into a tangle of mixed
colored hairs.  Some were as dark as Colleen's own, the rest of
mixture of gray and white.  The former Army Colonel was not a natural
blonde, an observation that only lasted less than half a second before
it was tossed aside along with the panties.

	Of her previous two female encounters, Colleen had only
performed oral sex during the latter.  K.C. had been satisfied with just
bringing Colleen off with her fingers and tongue and hadn't felt the
need for reciprocation.  Still, despite her lack of experience, she didn't
hesitate a moment as Margaret shifted her body to give her even
easier access to her mound.

	Following a pattern she had worked out in her head during
countless nights after her encounter with Wayloo, Colleen pushed two
fingers into Margaret and reached out with her tongue at the same
time, quickly placing it against the base of the older woman's excited
clitoris.  She ran the tip of her appendage back and forth across
Margaret's button, tickling the pink flesh around it before closing her
lips around it and pulling it into her mouth.

	"Oh God, oh God, oh God!"  Margaret gasped with short
breaths as a new orgasm seemed to suddenly pick up where the last
had just left off.

	Filled with enthusiasm, Colleen went at her task with the same
dedication that she normally reserved for the operating room.  Her
tongue moved back and forth, in and out, keeping time with her fingers
and the movements of her fingers and her lips.  each motion adding to
the erotic tremors ripping across Margaret's body.

	Jump-started by her previous climax, Margaret again entered
the realms of Eros with an intensity long missed.  It was a journey that
would be long remembered.

	As Margaret had done earlier, Colleen didn't stop until long
after the body of her lover had come to rest.  Then she lifted herself up
next to Margaret on the bed and sought out her mouth with her own for
one last kiss.

	"You have such hot lips,"  Colleen said as she broke the kiss
and collapsed next to Margaret's body.

	"What?"  Margaret asked, only having heard part of what
Colleen had said clearly.

	"It's nothing, just something that popped into my head,"  Colleen
said as she rested her head on Margaret's breast.  "I was just thinking
that you have such hot lips."

	"Which ones?"  Margaret grinned.

	"I think that would be hard to choose,"  Colleen grinned back,
her eyes now closed as she enjoyed the fading warmth of the woman's
body against hers.

	"Yeah, that's me,"  Margaret smiled as she closed her own eyes
and old memories mixed with the new,  "Hot Lips Houlihan."

	As both of them drifted into a now much needed slumber, their
last conscious thoughts were the same.  They still had another day
and a half before either of them had to face the world outside again,
and if there was anything either of them had learned in the Military,
that could be a lifetime.

END


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