It was my turn to laugh and Ed joined in.
“Macey, you stupid native, Gigi is Scottish!”
“You don’t say? I never met anyone from Scotland before. Is it true that it always rains in Scotland?” he asked, to which I shook my head.
“You a real doctor, of one of them funny doctors?” Macey asked.
“I’m a funny doctor. I’m a lecturer at Edinburgh University.”
“You don’t say? So what do you teach?”
“Languages, my speciality is West African Dialects, but I speak several European languages fluently.”
Macey stared at me, and looked at Ed.
“So what the heck is a clever girl like you doin’ with a hunk of grunt like this?” he asked.
“Because this hunk of grunt is my hunk of grunt, and I am clever enough to realise that he’s special!” I said, and they both laughed.
“Hey Macey, I’ll see you around, we’re having dinner with Colonel Masterson,” Ed said.
“Well, look at us; too good to associate with us poor black folks. You go on up to the big house, Massa, I’ll polish the horses until your return,” Macey said, in mock slave talk.
Ed laughed, punching Macey’s arm in return, and we left to the sound of laughter. We drove to a parking lot and Ed took me into his quarters.
It was pretty Spartan, but there was a shower, so I made a bee line for it.
Ed brought the bags in and showered as I changed. I had bought a little black evening dress, and I was longing to wear it for him. It was figure hugging and quite short. With my stockings and high-heeled black shoes, I felt wonderful. I made an effort with my make up, and realised that I was getting better. My ears were still tender, as I had only had them pierced yesterday, but I wore a small pair of onyx studs, with some matching black beads around my neck.
Ed came out of the shower and whistled.
“Gigi, you really are stunning,” he said, I looked at him, and raised the hem of my dress so he could see my stocking tops. His erection spoke volumes. I pushed him onto the bed, and took him in my mouth and gave my first blow job.
I wasn’t very good at it, but I was very enthusiastic, but he didn’t take long. He started thrusting deeper and faster, so I knew that he would ejaculate any moment, but I didn’t know what to do.
In the end, events decided for me, as he thrust deep into my throat, and I felt the hot semen against the back of my throat, so I simply swallowed, as he kept coming, I kept swallowing.
He finished and withdrew from my mouth, and I felt myself all aroused too. He kissed me, so I let him taste a little of himself!
“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked.
“Perhaps later.”
He looked very smart in a pale blue shirt and tan pants. He wore his cowboy boots though!
We drove the short distance to the Colonel’s house, and by the sounds of it, some other guests were already there. We walked up the path and Ed rang the bell.
The door was opened by Macey, who held a bottle of beer in his other hand.
“Why, lordy-lordy, if it isn’t the young Massa returning from de war. Come on in, Massa, de boss is holdin’ court by the barbeque,” he said, in mock slave talk again.
“Macey you schmuck, you knew all along,” Ed said, grinning.
“Hell boy, you think you is the only grunt to get to share vitals with the boss? Good to see you again, Doc,” he said to me.
“Hey, Macey, call me Gilly. ‘Doc’ is a wee bit pretentious,” I said.
A tall man of around fifty appeared. He had grey hair, so I immediately guessed he was the Colonel. He was wearing a red and white checked shirt and blue jeans. I felt rather overdressed.
“Ed, good to see you. Welcome home,” he said, shaking hands with Ed. He stared at me, so I smiled. His reaction was a joy to behold.
“You must be Gillian. Macey told me Ed had found a beautiful girl, but he understated the truth by a long way. I am Rick Masterson, welcome to America,” he said, kissing me on the cheek. He led us into the house, and I was surprised to see about fifteen people already here.
Chapter Six
Rick Masterson
I was pleased when Ed decided to take the training post. I got a call from General Howard, who told me that he was after a new Sergeant Major and wondered if Ed would fit the bill. I gave him a run-down on Ed, and sent him a copy of his file. Then, he called me to tell me that if Ed wants the job, it was his.
There was an edge to Ed’s voice that made me feel that something had happened to him. Ed had always been seeking, and I never knew what it was. He now sounded as if his search was over, and he was relaxed for the first time in his life.
When he told me he was planning to get married, I was surprised but very pleased. So I invited him and his new lady to come to dinner, and invited all my senior sergeants and their partners, just to make him feel at home. I was thrilled when Macey Dixon applied for Ed’s old job, as he was a first class man, and a good friend of Ed’s. They both worked the same way, so the continuity of training would not be lost.
Macey arrived, having just come from the guardhouse and changed. He had a huge grin, and was eager to tell me that he had seen Ed’s new girl.
“Sir, I have just met Ed’s intended, and you would not believe how beautiful she is. I know that Ed has his good points, but this babe should be in the centrefold of Playboy, or a movie star,” he told me.
I have known Macey for many years, and his taste in women is dubious at the best of times, so I took his words with a pinch of salt.
Then I heard the doorbell, and Macey was already letting them in. He had not lied, because Ed came in with the most attractive woman on his arm. She was in her late twenties or early thirties, dressed in a fantastic little black dress, which showed off her gorgeous figure. Her heels put her at about 5’8”, and her blonde hair was quite short, but shaped beautifully. She was as tanned as Ed, almost as tanned as Macey. However, her eyes were chillingly blue. Her smile lit up the room, and I suddenly realised why Ed had changed. She was truly a princess.
Ed was surprised at all the people I had invited and Macey took on the role of barkeep. I made a note to watch him, as he had a habit of imbibing too much when let near a bar. Hell, they all did, they were Marines!
I got a chance to speak to Gillian alone, as Ed was dragged away by his colleagues.
I found her a witty and intelligent girl, who had eyes only for Ed.
“So, you met on the expedition?” I asked.
“That’s right. He was there to protect us, so I managed to get some special protection,” she said with a smile.
“Was the expedition a success?” I asked.
“Oh yes, for many reasons. Were you aware of where we went or why?”
“No, I just knew there was a small expedition to some island.”
“Well, there is a group of people on a small island, which has been left alone for nearly two hundred years. They are the descendants of some slaves who were shipwrecked when a slave ship foundered on the reef many years ago. Our task was to identify their origins and map how they progressed to the group they are today. I am a languages specialist, so I was able to identify their roots through the six distinct dialects that started their unique language, and then the anthropologist was able to plot their lineage and tribes.
“The doctor was interested in the remedies they employed and everyone had a very successful time. Not least Ed and I,” she said with a grin.
I smiled, “So it seems. What attracted you to him? He has always been a bit of a loner,” I asked, genuinely curious.
It was her turn to smile, and she glanced over to where Ed was standing. Their eyes met, and I swear they communicated in some way, on a different level to the rest of us, or something. Ed simply nodded and smiled, returning to his conversation.