1. Becky's Marine part 6


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Oral Sex, Romance, Violence, Author: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax, Rating: 86.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 6 We walked up to the door at the Temecula stampede, one of the only country bars in the immediate vicinity of Camp Pendleton in southern California. Becky and I were hand in hand until the bouncer at the door asked for our ID's, which he checked and let us in after giving us both wristbands. Since it was an 18+ club (technically), those under 21 got X's on their hands while those over 21 got wristbands. The bar was relatively dark and very loud. To the right was a mechanical bull and several billiards tables, on the right was a few tables and a counter for ordering the usual greasy bar food. Directly ahead was several sets of tables and booths with the dance floor beyond. Past the counter on the right was the bad and on the left was the bathrooms, DJ booth and a doorway to an outside patio/smoking post. We made a bee line for the bar, picking a pair of stools and sitting down next to some folks who were obviously military. Both had high and right hair cuts and exposed dog tags. The bartender, whom I had known from years past walked over. "What can I get.. Holy shit, Drew.. You're back!" "Very much so, how's it hangin' JT?" JT White was THE bartender at the stampede. He was an older gentleman, about 5'8 with hair the color of snow in winter and a beard to match. He loved what he did because he got to be around military personnel, listen to people talk shit, and dish it out when the time came. Sure, other bartenders may have done the same, but JT remembered people and ...
    would never let the past stay in the past. "Things are good my friend, how about you? How's therapy going?" "Ok I guess. This is Becky, she is my therapist, of sorts. Becky, this is JT White." They exchanged pleasantries and we ordered our drinks. I had a whiskey sour made with Wild Turkey and she had a Jack on the rocks. Soon JT was bringing our drinks over to us. "This rounds on me. It's great to see you again." He said setting down our drinks. "Thanks JT, its good to see you too." Something I think everyone should be aware of about me has not been made known yet. From my experiences in combat and in war torn countries, I always, always keep a knife on me, usually strapped around my right calf, where it can easily be retrieved. In a case like this, where I can't bring it on the plane, I check it in a bag or just buy a new one when I get where I'm going. It's a comfort item of sorts, like a security blanket. We sat there at the bar, finishing our drinks and ordering another round. JT made his rounds behind the bar, making new drinks and refilling old ones. I caught him as he walked by. "Anyone else I know here tonight, staff or otherwise?" I asked. "I think Tyler is here, as well as some new guy he brought. I think he said his name was Ryan or something." He began wiping down the bar and checking his supplies. "Tyler is here?! Oh shit. Do you remember what he was drinking?" Becky looked almost as happy as me, probably because she had someone else who would keep her company, ...
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