We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell - Book 3 of 4

by Duleigh

©Copyright 2024 Duleigh

Chapter 1

Lying in the Wiesbaden hospital intensive care wing, Don Campbell lived in a world of pain that was managed by different pain medications. He was almost in a full body cast. He was sure that the only thing he didn't break was his dick, maybe. He remembered nothing about the accident that put him in the hospital. One minute, he was in his dispatch van at the small arm-up ramp at the end of the runway at King Abdul-Aziz Air Base in Saudi Arabia. He was on the radio getting the tail numbers of the planes headed to his team to arm up. The next moment, his truck filled with jet exhaust fumes, and he was blown off the ramp over a 30 foot drop to piles of sharp, broken boulders.

Then another truck landed on him.

Then a huge fire extinguisher landed on the mess and exploded. The only thing he knew for sure was that he would not have survived the ordeal without the help of his wife's angel. The mostly invisible woman whispered to him and encouraged him, reminding him of his darling wife and that angel kept him from giving up until they flew him to Germany for emergency surgery.

Don opened his eyes, and he saw his wife Lanh, a tiny, sweet Vietnamese woman, and with her were her sisters Tam and Kim-ly, who were equally beautiful. He didn't know how or when his sisters-in-law arrived. They just appeared. He woke up one day and saw Tam sitting by his bed. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a moment (which was several hours) and Kim-ly was there instead and Tam was gone. Later, he saw all three girls, Tam, Kim-ly, and Lanh, sitting around his bed, but he soon tired of their chatter. What made it worse was that they were chattering in Vietnamese, which he barely understood. Finally, Kim-ly said, "We're going to a gasthaus, do you want us to bring you anything?"

Don whispered, "Bitte ein Bit."

"What?" Kim-ly didn't understand. Don gave her a withering look, and she remembered. Years ago, she visited and there was a brewery in Bitburg and "Bitte ein Bit" was the catchphrase for Bitburger beer.

"No beer!" scolded Lanh. "She'll probably have several for you," then she softened, "Are you sure you are going to be ok with us gone?"

Don relaxed. He knew that Tam and Kim-ly were here for Lanh, and he was grateful for that. "Go enjoy time with your sisters, I'll keep busy chasing nurses."

He closed his eyes for a moment after Lanh kissed him goodbye, and when he opened them again, all three women were sitting around him, speaking softly in Vietnamese. "I thought you were going to dinner," he said.

"That was last night," said Tam.

Such was Don's life, drifting in and out of consciousness, waking only to eat and take medications. Don was grateful for the company, but Tam and Kim-ly had lives to live. Tam has a blind husband that needs her, two young boys and a baby on the way. This time she and Jake asked the doctor to not tell them what the sex of their baby was, hoping that number three would be a girl. Kim-ly has a successful life as an accountant. In fact, she is Don and Lanh's accountant. "You guys should go, you got a family back there," said Don.

"We have family here too," said Tam. Her facial expression never changed, and she studied Don to see what his expression would reveal. Tam was doing her psychology professor thing on him.

Don felt guilty that the sisters were here, all three of them. They had lives to return to, including Lanh. They shouldn't be punished because of his stupidity. Right now, Lanh and Kim-ly were out for a walk. They both needed to get out for a while, even though the weather was so wet and cold.

Just then, alarms and beepers started sounding off, and Cynthia cried out in agony. Nurses sprinted to her bedside. Don could hear them working with Cynthia, asking her questions like "Where does it hurt?" and "ok, the doctor is coming, you just hang on." Doctor Ortiz sprinted to Cynthia's bed. She gave several stern instructions to the nurses, then Cynthia howled in agony. It sounded to Don like Doctor Ortiz was talking on the phone. "Is there an OR available? … It will have to do… Ok, we are on our way… hang on Cynthia we're going to take care of you… Nurse! Start prepping her as we go…" and they wheeled her past his bed. She was crying as she passed by.

"She was so strong…" Don looked like he was heading into shock.

"She is strong," Tam tried to correct.

"No, she was strong, then this happened, and that's all my fault," he mumbled. He thought he had no more tears, then he remembered Cynthia showing him pictures of her two-year-old son and the joyful smile she had, and the joy she felt knowing she would be home in just a few days… and he felt his heart lurch. "I killed her," he groaned. "I killed her…"

Don was inconsolable for a long time, and Tam heard Wendy weeping on the other side of the curtain. Zoomer looked just as bad when he peeked in Don's curtains, so whatever was going on with Cynthia was bad. It was time for Doctor Nguyen-Johnson to go to work.

"No, you did not kill her!" said Tam forcefully. "That's why I'm here, to help you realize that none of this is your fault."

Just then, the sound of Wendy weeping over her friend could be heard. "I'm responsible for her too," Don said, choking back his tears. "I should be killed… I destroyed them both, and Lanh." He gestured a little with his mangled right hand. Metal appliances were bolted to his hand as the bones healed. It looked like someone was trying to replace his hand bones with pieces of scrap metal, but mounted them outside of the skin. He couldn't see what was going on with his legs, and he was terrified to look. "I took Lanh down with me," he groaned. "She's chained to a rusting anchor."

"Look," said Tam, "There's a Latin phrase you need to learn, ready?" She waited until she had Don's full attention, which took a long time as waves of anger and self-loathing washed over him. "Now repeat after me, Stercore accidit."

"Sterno accident."

"No, listen… Stercore accidit."

"Stercore accidit."

"Good," Tam nodded, "say it again."

"Stercore accidit. What does it mean Doc?"

Tam frowned at him. "Well Doc, it's Latin, it means shit happens. It's one of the hardest lessons we have to learn in life. This whole thing isn't your fault, you weren't driving that airplane that caused all of this, you're as much a victim in all of this as they are, even more so."

"Even more so?"

"You're their supervisor, you picked them for that duty, you got injured too and you're helpless to do anything, you can't help them, so you have to put up with bullshit feelings of guilt and inadequacy."

Don's eyebrows went up. "You, a psychologist, are saying that my feelings are bullshit?"

"They are when you're wrong," said Tam.

"That's what I've been trying to tell him," mumbled Captain Allan "Zoomer" Zimmerman as he returned from trying to calm down Wendy and sat in a chair at the end of the bed. Zoomer was assigned by the Wing Commander Colonel Gilliam to keep an eye out for his wounded airmen. Zoomer was trying to read a paperback and was doing a horrible job of pretending not to hear their conversation.

"I thought you weren't that kind of psychologist," said Don.

"I'm not, but I am a mom, which allows me to dispense wisdom. Do you know the difference between knowledge and wisdom?"

"Of course."

"Tell me."

Don stared at his gorgeous sister-in-law and said, "knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad."

Tam chuckled, "Exactly, wisdom is the proper application of acquired knowledge… can I use that tomato analogy?"

"Yeah," sighed Don, "It's public domain, I saw it on a t-shirt."

Tam smiled. The brother-in-law that she has loved since he first held her little sister's hand was still there buried under bandages, guilt, and pain. "You know you were not at the controls of that airplane; you made sure that everyone was in a safe location and following all safety guidelines, therefore you did not cause it, you may have saved their lives. You saved Skip Humphrey, if you hadn't ordered him to move to a different area, him and several other people, they could be dead right now. That's knowledge, so feeling good about that is wisdom. Am I right?"

Don nodded slowly. He had ordered Skip and several other smokers to move away from the pavilion to have their smoke. They were unharmed, but they all had a front-row seat to the massacre of their co-workers. Don wondered if they were as fucked in the head as he was now.

Tam continued, "you can feel bad for yourself, and Cynthia, and Wendy because you're all hurt, that's knowledge too. Letting yourself feel bad about that is wisdom because it's natural and you need an outlet for the pain. Am I right?"

Don nodded. What was she getting at? Zoomer leaned forward to hear better what she was saying, his book forgotten.

"But blaming yourself for the actions of someone else, that's false knowledge," said Tam. "And what do we call the application of false knowledge when you know it to be false?" Tam glared at Don with that icy stare that has been known to emotionally shatter underclassmen.

"I don't know," he finally sputtered.

"We call it bullshit," she glared at him and waited for a response, then said, "It's a medical term. Feel free to use it."

Zoomer started laughing so hard he left the room to compose himself. From behind her curtains Wendy shouted, "You go girl!" then muttered, "… been trying to tell him that since he woke up."

"Ok, sheesh, point taken. No wonder you're not that kind of psychologist." He was quiet for a long time, then he finally said, "You've been telling me since we met that you're not that kind of psychologist, what kind of psychologist are you?"

She glared at him with that look that could freeze a roaring fire into a solid block of ice. Finally, she said, "Industrial."

"Oh… ok… I didn't realize that drill presses have emotional trauma."

"That's not…"

"Are there deep-seated resentments between hand tools and office equipment? Rasp files hating copying machines?"

That's not…"

"What's the deepest, darkest secret a torque wrench ever told you? Tell me, I can keep a secret…"

"That's not…"

"I've always suspected that torque wrenches were emotionally unstable, I mean, if you drop one more than a foot, they need to be re-calibrated, to me that shows a deep-seated need to…"

"THAT'S EXACTLY WHY I NEVER TOLD YOU." She didn't shout, but she said it with such "mom-force" that everyone within earshot came to attention mentally. "It's the study of psychological associations between all participants in a workforce, I did not select the NAME of the specialty."

"I know… I was there at your graduation… I just had all those one liners bottled up…"

Tam smiled, and she had the most beautiful smile. Don and Lanh knew the moment she and Jake got serious, because that beautiful smile emerged. Before that point in time, Don never saw a smile grace her beautiful face. "I'm doing a study on this incident; I interviewed your wing commander, and he gave me permission to perform the study, write a paper, and submit my findings to him so he and his medical staff can make appropriate decisions."

"Cool! Then you can write off this entire trip as a business expense," he grinned.

She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I never said that. You'll have to talk to my accountant. But I have something to take your mind off of things for a moment." She stood up and moved close to his bed. "Give me your hand," she carefully took Don's mangled hand and gently placed it on her belly. "Feel that?"

Don concentrated; touch was very sensitive to his right hand now. Through his pain, he could feel it clearly. It was almost like a mouse was dancing inside of her. "Is that…" He smiled for the first time since he regained consciousness.

Tam smiled, "Yeah, that's your new nephew Arlo."

"Nephew? I thought you didn't want the doctor to tell you."

"She didn't tell us, but I can tell, this is a boy. Boys are gentle in the womb." He was very gentle, much gentler than his brothers.

Don continued to feel Arlo's movements until he fell sleep and dreamed that his hand was on Lanh's stomach, feeling their baby's movements as he prepared to meet them.

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Chapter 2

Time was meaningless to Don. He woke up and went to sleep as needed; the lights were always the same, there was no clock to see, the TV was boring and a waste of time. Here in Germany, the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service runs TV for the American military, but Don didn't see any improvement. The only thing watchable was old re-runs of shows he had seen when he was stationed here a decade ago. Hogan's Heros and the Black Sheep Squadron. There were new shows, but they were dramas he avoided stateside, prime time soap operas.

Kunsan was better. Some guy over at the Comm Squadron operated the big satellite receiver and pumped out whatever he found onto the base cable system. He and Alice got hooked on watching Asian cricket matches, although neither he nor Alice ever understood the game.

In the ICU, he watched Guten Tag, however. Guten Tag is an ancient German TV show designed to teach people how to speak German. He watched it when he was here alone waiting for an apartment to free up… crap, ten? twenty? years ago. Math is hard when you're on nuclear powered pain killers. The show was based on repetition and Don would repeat along with it, over and over, buzzed out of his skull on pain pills, until he fell asleep.

He didn't notice for a couple of days that he was moved out of the ICU to a private room and a bed for Lanh was set up next to his. He had a vague, fuzzy memory of Tam and Kim-ly saying goodbye. He remembered Cynthia remaining behind in the ICU; he didn't get to say goodbye to her either. He woke up one day and noticed the TV was on a different wall and there was a window on the wall to his left. How much time he spent there he had no way of knowing. His life was mostly x-rays, nurses, and Lanh.

He woke up in pain, and there was Lanh, his love, his partner, his everything, sleeping gently next to him. She's so beautiful when she's relaxed, a smile always graces her lips when she sleeps, her closed eyes even look like little smiles. He tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't. There were other urges… how much water did he drink? It feels like gallons. He probed around with his right hand and accidentally rubbed the metal bars holding his bones together against her stomach, causing her to wake up immediately. "Hmmm? What?"

"I'm sorry baby, but I have to go." He felt awful for waking her up.

"It's ok, don't apologize. Number one or number two?"

"Number one," he felt so stupid, so useless. He was one bad thought away from bawling like an infant.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh… I like touching you here," she said as she got the "night bottle" between his legs. He felt her manipulating his cock, then he felt her putting the head of it in the neck of the "night bottle" and she said what she almost always says "We might need a bigger bottle, you barely fit," which she follows up with "I'm a lucky girl," and she smiled at him. Sometimes he smiles back, but sometimes he breaks down in tears. It's hard to gauge which way he'll go. This time, he gave her a smile that she couldn't read. Once he was done, she took the bottle to the bathroom and left it for the night nurse, then she used the toilet herself.

After washing, she returned to Don. As she climbed into bed, he whispered, "Stay with me… please?" This was new, because of the pain medications. One day with Don is like any other day with Don because he can't tell the difference and he can't remember yesterday's conversations.

"I will always stay with you Doctor Donovan Aloysius Campbell." She emphasized Doctor because he forgets, but that's understandable, he was named Doctor only hours before the accident. She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "You will never get rid of me Doctor Campbell," she said, her dark brown eyes seeking his in the dark hospital room. "I will follow you wherever you go." She snuggled as close to him as she could without causing him pain, and her hand strayed to his cock. As she idly caressed his cock with her hand, she felt it grow. She was reminded of that day, years ago, when he was exhausted from his swim meet and was sleeping on the couch and she took him in her mouth soft and as it got harder, she let his cock work its way down her virgin throat.

Before she knew it, she was crouching over her husband, his semi-hard cock in her mouth and she was suckling on it, coaxing it to life. She wasn't sure if it was possible, or even right, to sexually excite your man when he was this injured, but no one told her not to. Slowly her ministrations bore fruit. His cock grew and grew and grew. Soon he was bone hard, hard as he was when he was a high school virgin, and back then high school virgin Lanh actually wondered if there was a bone in his penis. Why not? Every other mammal on earth has one. Why not Don?

In Don, the calamity of tactile inputs was confusing. He was bombarded by the pain from all over his body, yet the delicious pleasure of his wife's warm, wet tongue sliding over his cock competed with the pain, and her tongue was winning. She couldn't take him too deep into her mouth because he was too hard. It was like hot steel covered with smooth velvet. She held the head of his cock and a couple of inches in her mouth and slavered her tongue over it while her saliva slid down his cock, lubricating her hand as it slid up and down his shaft.

He arched his head back on the pillow and groaned, "Oh my God that is incredible!" and he gave himself over to the sensations she was causing. He tried to see what she was doing, but it was so dark in the room, and he didn't dare touch her with his right hand, not with all that exposed metal. His left hand was splinted and immobilized, so it was like he was completely bound. There was no escape from her ravenous mouth as the warm, wet friction she inflicted coaxed the sperm out of his body.

Sensing his mounting excitement, she shifted position and took his swollen balls in her mouth. Back to the basics. They used to love this so much in high school, up in the hayloft, and more than a few married nights spent teasing and tickling in the hay. To accommodate her, he spread his legs a little, which caused him intense pain. He almost lost his erection, but Lanh continued to mouth his balls and stroke his cock, and soon she brought him back to full strength. This was their favorite when they were eighteen, her suckling his balls and stroking his cock. She could make him cum in moments if she wanted to, but this time was so much more. The constant bombardment of sensation, the pain, the pleasure. They hammered at him. It confused and excited Don and soon he was gasping and groaning, trying to communicate his passion, but it was impossible. In the end, he just let the sensations assault him as her tongue and lips occasionally slithered up and down his cock.

His cock strained in near release, it was a missile ready to launch, demanding more and more attention, throbbing and tingling as the sexual tension built, overriding the pain that has been his constant companion, casting off the fuzzy brain fog from the drugs. He needed more, more… he arched his back forcing his cock up, his breath was coming in tiny gasps, he was nearly paralyzed with pleasure when suddenly, with what felt like a body wide "click" his orgasm struck. It was an orgasm to exceed anything he's ever experienced. It was so intense it hurt.

Lanh switched from his balls to his cock just in time, swallowing as much of his length as she could, intensifying his pleasure. Each spurt into her mouth was huge and his semen was searing hot, but she took his sperm, every drop. It was the first time since September that she was able to enjoy her man, and she wanted to enjoy every moment.

Don almost lost consciousness from the intensity of his orgasm. It was like an electric shock to his brain and his cock at the same time. After the third, mind-bending spurt, his body suddenly relaxed, and his hips dropped to the mattress where he lay and shuddered as the orgasm slowly subsided. Lanh gently licked him clean, then arranged his right arm so she wouldn't hurt him or get her nightgown caught on the metal appliances and lay down next to him, where they snuggled.

"Oh my God, thank you so much," he finally gasped as he returned to his senses.

"You don't thank someone for a blowjob," she sneered.

"Who came up with that stupid rule?" Don chided. "I bring you roses; you thank me. I bring you chocolates; you thank me. For a guy, a blowjob is flowers and candy."

"And who came up with that stupid rule?" but she was smiling when she asked.

"It's not a rule, it's true. Trust me, I'm a doctor."

She propped herself up on an elbow and looked into his eyes. "You know, that's the first time I've heard you say that… the part about being a doctor," she added quickly. It's true, he never spoke of his academic accomplishment since he was informed by Colonel Gillian almost two months ago.

He raised his damaged hands a little and said, "They're not going to let me sergeant anymore, so I guess I'll have to doctor from now on…" he considered his degree, Ed.D. Doctor of Education. He didn't plan on this degree, it grew organically, he just kept studying in a course of studies that he enjoyed, and he ended up a Doctor of Education. "I diagnose and treat sick schools?"

"Exactly!" said Lanh. "there's a lot out there that need your help." She was about to expound on how the educational system for American military dependent children in Europe needs help when there came a tap on the door and a nurse poked her head in the room.

"Are you up?" the nurse asked.

"I was," said Don.

"Hush!" said Lanh, blushing furiously, and she slapped his shoulder.

"She wouldn't have thought anything of it if you hadn't reacted like that," said Don slyly. "She would have thought I messed up my word tense or something."

"He's right you know," smiled the nurse as she placed a cloth covered tray on Don's bed table. "You wouldn't believe some of the things I hear at oh four hundred."

Don gave Lanh a "Told ya so!" smile and said, "Trust me, I'm a doctor, I know things."

Thinking he was kidding, the nurse said "Ok, Doctor Sergeant Campbell, we're going to draw a little blood and if everything looks good, we're going to do some surgery and get that metal off your arm so you guys can head home on Wednesday."

"Wednesday? Awesome! uh… what day is it today?"

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Chapter 3

Tam started her breathing again, "He, He, Hoo, Hoo, He, He, Hoo, Hoo…" Jake sat alongside, holding her hand, breathing along with her. Nine-year-old Chip and his four-year-old little brother Liam were in a corner of the room with Grandma Mai and Jake's mom, Grandma Amy, sitting at their feet playing with trucks. A large screen TV was tuned to children's programming for the boys. The room looked like a big, comfortable family room, with comfortable furniture, wood paneling, paintings on the wall, and toys for the kids. But when Chip and Liam heard Tam's breathing exercises, they jumped up and raced over to the bed where she was laying and began looking for something.

"What are you looking for honey?" Tam asked.

"Arlo," said Liam. "Is he here yet?"

"What if the baby is a girl?" asked Jake.

"Then… we call her… Carla?" said Chip brightly. He was learning word gender in Spanish from Aunt Rosa, so in his mind Arlo went to Arla, then to Carla.

That set Tam laughing when he explained that to her. Then she suddenly grabbed the sides of her distended stomach, her eyes grew wide, and she stopped laughing. "I don't think he liked being called Carla… ooohhhh, this is a big one!"

Jake took Tam's hand, and it looked for all the world like they were wrist wrestling. "I'm feeling pushy!" she cried as she pushed against his hand.

"Liam! Feel this!" said Chip, as he patted his mother's stomach.

"Wow! Did she swallow a rock?" gasped Liam as he patted his mom's tummy. Her stomach was rock hard caused by her abdominal muscles contracting, pushing their little sister, or brother, down the birth canal.

Tam lay back, soaked in sweat, the contraction over. "I think there's too many children in the room right now," she gasped.

"How long was that?" asked Jake.

"One minute thirty," called his mother, not allowing a new grandchild to interfere with her conversation with Mai, but she was very good at timing contractions. One minute thirty seconds meant Arlo or Carla was almost here.

A nurse came in and sat down on a stool near the end of the bed and reached under the sheet. "Let's see how we're doing here," she said from behind her mask.

"We're having a baby," Liam informed the nurse with all the authority a four-year-old can generate. "She's going to be a girl."

"I know!" said the Nurse. "And she's almost here!" She got up, stripped off her gloves and reached for the wall phone. She spoke into it shortly, then turned to Mai and Amy. "Grandmas, we need you to take these big brothers down the hall for some ice cream."

"Ok you two," said Mai, "Let's go find some ice cream!"

New brother or sister was immediately forgotten as the boys fell in line with their grandmothers. "Does Carla like ice cream?" asked Liam.

"Course not," said his big brother Chip. "Babies don't have no teeth." Big brothers know everything.

As they exited one door, the delivery team entered another door and began setting up the delivery room. What looked like ornate wood paneling was merely cleverly carved cabinet doors that were opened up, revealing all forms of medical equipment. More devices sprang from hidden ceiling panels, operating theater lights, oxygen lines. The bed became a birthing chair; the end dropped away, and Tam's feet were placed in stirrups, the back was elevated until she was nearly sitting straight up. Equipment was rolled in, IV stands, equipment trays, an incubator… Tam tried to describe to Jake the activity as the room transformed from a suburban family room with a hospital bed in the corner, to a fully equipped delivery room in minutes flat, but another contraction started as the job neared completion. When she opened her eyes, her OB/GYN Doctor Schaeffer was seated between Tam's widespread legs.

"Doctor." Tam gave Dr. Schaeffer a weak smile in greeting.

"Doctor," smiled Dr. Schaeffer in return as she reached out to Tam. "Let's see what we have… oh, we won't be here long…"

Chip and Liam would disagree with that estimate. The ice cream at the cafeteria was complete, and it was taking forever for the nurse to come out and tell them about the new baby. There was a TV in the waiting room tuned to a police drama, but a very heartbroken looking family was sitting in front of it, watching but not seeing, waiting for news of a loved one that they knew in their hearts would be dreadful. Trying to keep the boys entertained was difficult. Toys were at a minimum in the children's area of the waiting room.

When Kim-ly arrived out of breath, Mai and Amy expected her to be their savior and take over entertaining Chip and Liam, but she informed them in no uncertain terms that she was going to the delivery room to help Jake. "I've been Jake's audio description service for both Chip and Liam. I'm not going to miss welcoming Abbie into the world!" insisted Kim-ly.

"It's Carla now," informed Amy.

"Carla? Where did that come from?" asked an incredulous Kim-ly. She just spent the past six months getting used to the baby being named Abbie.

"Chip, he just came up with it and your sister liked it." The way Mai said "your sister" implied that Tam's existence was Kim-ly's fault.

"I'll go straighten her out, here watch my purse," and she dropped her purse, coat, hat, and gloves on her mother's lap, kicked off her snow-covered boots and strolled off to the delivery room in her stocking feet.

Kim-ly sashayed into the delivery room, opened one of the cabinets, and selected a set of scrubs. This is her third trip to this delivery room; she knows right where everything is. She peeled off her blouse and slacks. As usual, she was braless. Tam was resting between contractions and saw Kim-ly standing on the other side of the room wearing only a tiny pair of panties. "Kim!"

"What!"

"My husband is RIGHT THERE!"

She shrugged, then pulled on the scrubs shirt. "He's blind, he can't see me standing here with my breasts exposed, right Jake?"

"You're killing me girl," groaned Jake. The teasing and taunting between Jake and Kim-ly predates Jake and Tam's first date.

"There's other men in the room," snarled Tam.

"And they're all medical professionals, right boys?" she said as she pulled up a wheeled stool and sat down next to Jake. "I'm sure if they saw something out of place, they would have mentioned it. Ok, where are we at?"

"I can tell by the way that the conversation dove into the gutter that Kim-ly has finally arrived," said Doctor Schaeffer. "I hope you can take over for me by helping Dad." Having Kim-ly help Jake understand what was going on was a huge boon to Doctor Schaeffer, she didn't have time to deliver a baby and be an obstetric tour guide at the same time.

"I got it now doc," said Kim-ly as she slipped on gloves. "Ok, the baby is crowning, let's see what that feels like," she took Jake's hand and moved it across Tam's belly. "We start by looking for familiar landmarks and see how they changed… here's her naval, she's got an outie now…"

"Kim-ly, please?" groaned Tam. She knew where this was going.

"Ok," Kim-ly continued, "moving further south we find that your wife shaved! How thoughtful! This is called a Landing Strip…"

"Kiiiiimmm!" came a warning growl from Tam.

But Kim-ly couldn't be stopped. She spent her entire life in the shadow of Tam, a force of nature that couldn't be opposed. This is her best and only time to get some payback. "Things change drastically from here on down… here's her fun button…"

"KIM!" shrieked Tam.

"Ignore her, it's a medical term. She wouldn't understand, she's a psychiatrist."

"PSYCHOLOGIST!"

"Potato, po-tah-toe, whatever."

Jake tried his hardest not to laugh, but the struggle between the sisters was too funny sometimes. Even Doctor Schaeffer was laughing now.

"Ok, feel that? That's your baby's head."

A look of wonder came over Jake's face as he touched his child for the first time. He felt the dividing line between mother and child, how tightly stretched Tam's tissues were around the infant's head. "Is this her hair?"

"Yeah, she's got a bit, not a lot." Kim-ly was stunned that Jake could feel the fine, wispy strands of hair plastered on the baby's head. What an incredible sense of touch! "Keep your fingers here," said Kim-ly as she placed Jake's fingers at the juncture of the baby and Tam. "If someone moves your hand away, just back out, ok? I'm going to hurry your wife along."

"Ok," said Jake. He's never had his fingers here before. He was pushed out of the way the whole time when Chip was born. He was allowed some closer access when Liam was born, but he was still pushed out of the way before they got to this point. Doctor Schaeffer told her crew in no uncertain terms that this would not happen again.

Kim-ly moved to Jake's right and took Tam's hands. "You ready? One more push, that's all."

"I can't… I'm so tired…" panted Tam. Soaked in sweat, her gown was wide open. The only part of her body that was covered was her upper arms, but she was at that point where she didn't care anymore. She just wanted it to stop.

"Come on," said Kim-ly, then she whispered, "This one is for Don and Lanh, they need a baby to hold, so let's cheer them up, ok?"

"Ok," gasped Tam as the urge to push started building.

Kim-ly knew the mechanics of it, but she didn't understand what the urge to push was all about. "It's like, totally uncontrollable," said Rosa once. "Imagine that you went out and drank a shit-load of some really nasty stuff, you know, jungle juice. So, you got really trashed and your body wants to get rid of it so your abdomen contracts and pushes it out and you puke. You can feel your muscles contract, you can't stop it, it just happens. Labor is kinda like that but in the opposite direction." Putting it in terms of alcohol and vomiting made it easily understandable to Kim-ly, the Nguyen Party Girl.

"This is it!" encouraged Kim-ly. "Here she comes!"

The urge to push slammed into Tam like a freight train. She grabbed the bed rails and pushed as hard as possible, the whole time Kim-ly encouraging her, "Push! Push! Push! Pushpushpushpush!" Tam gritted her teeth and bared down, and she felt a move. Here she comes!

Jake felt his wife straining. He heard her screaming, then suddenly the baby moved. He felt the ear as it emerged. "I'm going to help momma a little," said Doctor Schaffer and suddenly the baby was sliding past the tips of Jake's fingers; neck, shoulder, arm, hip, she's out! The doctor had pulled the baby out, and now Jake could hear its little cries. "Give me your hand," said Doctor Schaffer, and she took Jake's hand and put it on the baby. "Here's the umbilical cord, and here…"

When Jake realized what his fingers encountered, he turned toward where Tam was panting and smiled. "It's a boy!"

"Told ya," smiled Tam weakly as the doctor placed Arlo on Tam's chest and let mommy and daddy greet the new life while she attended to cleaning up Tam.

Kim-ly collapsed into her chair and shook the pain out of her hand. Her hand was on the bed rail when Tam started her last push. She clamped down right on Kim-ly's hand and damn near crushed it. Kim-ly's fingers were still numb, so she flexed her fingers and shook her hand, trying to get some feeling back into her fingers. "Damnit," she moaned. Her hand wasn't responding when she tried to flex her fingers. "There goes my sex life." But as she sat and reflected on the event, she considered what she said - a baby for Don and Lanh to hold.

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Chapter 4

It was twenty-two hundred hours (ten PM) when the phone on the table next to the bed rang. Lanh was on her laptop looking for employment, she could find teaching jobs, and she could find clinical jobs, but she couldn't find full-time positions for either, nor could she find a part time clinical position close to a part time teaching position. She wanted both. At UND she learned they go together so nicely. She can take what she learned from the clinic and apply it to the teaching position, and vice versa, so two part-time positions close to each other would be nice. Don was fast asleep. He had another day of surgery in the morning, but they're still on schedule for the hop across the pond. Wendy is ready, and Lanh was told that Cynthia will make the trip too.

Lanh picked up the phone with the annoying ring and answered, "Hello?"

"Ma'am, this is Sergeant Luna with the Ramstein MARS station, are you familiar with MARS?"

Lanh scoffed; she was more familiar with MARS than the sergeant volunteer talking to her right now. After a year of operating the MARS station AGA8OS out of Osan, like Don, she did it so she could call family back home more often, and like Don, she now has a ham license, KO4JPN. Here in the Wiesbaden hospital, she's made a few MARS calls to Tam, Don's dad, and her mom. "Roger dat," she said.

Not believing her, Sergeant Luna gave her a full briefing on how to use the system. He ended his briefing by saying, "This is cool, I've never had a call originate in the states."

"It happens," she said. "I had a few stateside calls come into the station at Osan."

It sounded to Sergeant Luna that she said she operated a MARS station, but she's a dependent! It made no sense to him, but he's never been to Korea. He heard that's where the Real Air Force lives. Lanh heard him connect the phone to the radio and start the mantra that begins a transmission, "Alfa Foxtrot Charlie Three Golf Delta, this is Alpha Gulf Alpha Two Romeo Sierra, we have your number one on the line, go ahead when ready."

Then she heard a familiar voice that she hadn't heard in a decade say, "Ok, Kimmy, go ahead when you're ready." Then "Hi Lanh, this is Kim-ly… over."

Lanh knew a MARS call wasn't a conversation. You send all your headlines and the person you are talking to does the same when it's their turn. "Hi Kim-ly what's up? Don is asleep, we will be flying out of here on Wednesday. Don had the braces removed from his arm on Friday, tomorrow he is getting his left leg reset, he's not looking forward to it, but it should finish up work on that leg… over."

"Tam had her baby this morning," came Kim-ly's excited call. "She was right, it was a boy! Six pounds, eleven ounces… His name is Arlo… over."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" The sisters chatted back and forth about Don and Arlo until their five minutes were up and were even able to get an extra two minutes in, then they said their goodbyes. Just as Lanh was about to hang up, she blurted, "It was good to hear you again Rudy!"

The stateside side of the connection, AFC3GD, called out, "AGA2RS, is that number one Lanh Campbell? Over."

"Roger, roger Rudy. I'm here at Wiesbaden hospital with Don, we're hoping to catch a flight back to New Mexico in a couple of days… over."

"I want to apologize, I thought she said Kimmy instead of Kim-ly, I would have recognized you if I was hearing her correctly. It was so good to hear you again, I'm sorry for the circumstances, over."

"It's great to hear from you one more time, Rudy," said Lanh with a tear in her eye. "You were there for us at the start of this journey, it's only fitting you should be there as we end our time in the military. MARS even got us started in a great hobby so, seven three from KB0LVZ and KO4JPN, and we'll be clear on your final… over."

"Very good, very good, two hams in the family, that's great. It was good to hear from you again my friend, good luck to you on your future endeavors." There was so much more he wanted to say, but he has their call signs now. He can look up their addresses and send them a snail-mail QSL Card with a paragraph about how great it was to hear old customers again. He gave Lanh his civilian call sign, which she wrote in her address book. She vowed to write him a nice thank you note right away.

Before his surgery Don insisted on stopping by and seeing Cynthia, they couldn't dissuade him from wanting to do this, but instead they swung by Wendy's room, she too had moved up to the inpatient ward and was just down the hall from him. She was sitting up in a wheelchair, a marked improvement, and she was telling a volunteer how she was going to dance with her husband when she got home. Her long, beautiful hair was now in a box; her head was shaved like Cynthia and Don to treat the skull fractures they suffered, but hers were more severe than Don, Cynthia, and the surviving McDonnell Douglas contractor.

Most of the other injured airmen had been shipped off to their home station. In all, there were twelve injured airmen and three McDonnell Douglas contractors. Mac had died immediately. His co-worker died from his wounds in a Saudi Arabian hospital. Two USAF airmen died on scene, the remaining ten were flown to Wiesbaden. Sal Jeffries, the surviving McDonnell Douglas contractor, had been flown to Wiesbaden. There, Salwas interviewed extensively by Col. Gilliam, Don's wing commander, and Doctor Tam Nguyen.

Don's surgery was not a complex matter this time. His left tibia had to be realigned. It wasn't set properly in the initial emergency and had a low priority. His other injuries took priority. His spine was so damaged they couldn't give him an epidural, so he went under general anesthesia, but he took a long time to come out of it. In the recovery room, Lanh sat composing her note to Rudy. She had looked up his call sign and found that he was Rudolph Flaminio and lives on Long Island New York.

Finally, Don woke up and gasped, "Baby?" He started looking around in a panic. He even sat up to look, which caused a lot of pain. Zoomer and Lanh had to ease him back down before he tore open some of Doctor Ortiz's work. "What are you looking for em yêu?"

"It doesn't matter," sighed Don. "It was just a dream."

"Tell me," Lanh said as she leaned close.

"It was dumb, I dreamed I was laying here, half awake, but I had a little baby with me tucked between my arm and my side. That's all, I dreamed about lying in bed with a baby. As I was taking a nap with a baby, your angel picked him up and left. Then I woke up in my dream, and then I woke up for real," he said. "Told you it was dumb."

Lanh leaned forward just a little more and gave him a kiss. "It sounds peaceful, maybe she decided it was what you needed. Or maybe you were dreaming about Arlo."

"Yeah, it was peaceful," said Don, "but it wasn't Arlo. It's… it's weird, I knew who it was… maybe it was Arlo I don't know. When your angel came and picked him up, she said, "That's about enough time for you," and she left with him." He didn't want to say it to Lanh, but in his dream, he had such a sense of belonging that he and the baby were a team.

Sitting up was a novel thing, and Don wanted to be transported in a wheelchair, finally Dr. Ortiz had to convince him to practice sitting in a wheelchair. He couldn't believe how dizzy he was just sitting up; he's been lying flat for weeks and not moving much. "It's because of your blood pressure," said the German nurse, who was wheeling him around the hospital. They had just come back from seeing Wendy. He and Wendy wanted to see Cynthia, but the nurse said no, "Your blood pressure was too low," and she wheeled him back to his room. Don didn't press the issue because German nurses are sweet and kindly until you cross them.

Don also wanted to travel in uniform, but his uniform was destroyed and his belongings that were in his room at the Khobar Towers were sent home ahead of him. All he had was his wallet containing $40 and his ID card, so he wanted to give Zoomer his credit card and send him over to Uniform Sales and get him a uniform to wear. Again, Dr. Ortiz put her foot down. "NO! If there is a problem with your monitors on the flight, they will have to cut the uniform off. Your uniform is a hospital gown and robe, and I will inform the aircrew commander of that."

"It just doesn't look military," said Don, in his mis-matched pajamas as they locked his stretcher into position on the medevac equipped C-17.

"I got you covered Sarge, trust me," and Zoomer winked at him.

The C-17 Nightingale is a modern medical miracle. It is a flying ICU and capable of handling dozens of severely injured troops. On this flight, there were only a handful of medical passengers, so only one small portion of the cavernous aircraft was set up for the injured troops. Lanh stood next to Don holding his hand as he lay in his stretcher, but a member of the flight crew, an Airman First Class was annoyed that Lanh was on his aircraft "Lady, I don't care who you are, just find a place and SIT DOWN."

Lanh had that panicked look in her eyes that Don saw years ago when Joshua Grimes attacked her. She wanted to sit down; she just asked the airman where she should sit, and he went off on her. Don gestured for her to come over to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know…" whimpered Lanh. The poor girl looked terrified.

"You stay here with me," Don said. "Do not worry about that airman." There was a firmness to his voice she had never heard before.

"That guy's a fuckin' jerk," said Wendy. "I think he made Were-Sergeant Campbell appear." Wendy's stretcher was next to Don's. They were lying head-to-head along the right side of the fuselage and were able to speak to each other. The plane was a beehive of activity. Cargo and people were being loaded, and Lanh was terrified that she was in the way.

"No, you just stay here with me," said Don. "They have to leave us alone, so they'll work around us. You're in a bubble of safety here with us." Lanh agreed, but felt unsure.

The airman came up to Lanh and growled, "Didn't I tell you…"

"AIRMAN!" snapped Don loud enough to be heard throughout the cavernous aircraft.

"What do you want buddy?"

"The name is SERGEANT, and to you it's MASTER SERGEANT. If I ever hear you speak to my wife ever again for any reason, I will come up off of this stretcher and beat you to death with your own fucking leg. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"Sergeant, I didn't…"

"I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR AIRMAN?"

Behind her, Lanh could hear Wendy quietly tell Zoomer, "Sergeant Campbell is back!"

The aircraft load master and the aircraft crew chief appeared at Don's side. The loadmaster, a tall female master sergeant in a flight suit, bent over and said, "Is there a problem Sergeant Campbell?"

"Sergeant Ptaki," said Don, reading her name tag, "the two things most important to me are my wife," and he lifted his hand, showing he was holding Lanh's hand, "and aircraft safety. Airman Sewell just committed a safety violation that could have cost him his life."

"What was that?" Master Sergeant Ptaki looked worried.

"He spoke to my wife in a manner that she deemed to be threatening. It could have resulted in grave bodily injury."

"He's really good," said Zoomer to Wendy.

"Told ya," Wendy nodded.

Master Sergeant Ptaki agreed with Don, family comes first. "Airman Sewell, arrange seating for Mrs. Campbell and Captain Zimmerman. Now." Sewell groaned, setting up centerline seating this late in the load was a pain in the ass, but he did it. "What happened to you guys?" she asked Don.

"Got rolled by an antsy F-15 driver," said Don.

"Man, dat shit's goin' around. There was a bunch in Saudi got rolled a couple of months ago," said Ptaki, shaking her head. "We hauled them here to Wiesbaden."

"That was us," said Wendy. "We just got sprung."

"Yer shittin me," said Ptaki.

"Can't win fer losin'," replied Don.

"Man! Sucks to be you," moaned Ptaki, shaking her head.

"Damn skippy," said Don sadly.

Several years ago, Lanh would have thought this exchange was conducted in an alien language, as alien as Don initially considered Vietnamese. Years of listening to Don's co-workers and hearing the lingo, she knew exactly what they were talking about. It's about pain being communicated without using the language that accompanies agony. "I feel so helpless," is just whining, but "This shit sucks," is bitching. It is an enlisted man's inalienable right to bitch, and it is used to communicate feelings that he or she would never say aloud any other way. Seating was arranged soon for Lanh and Zoomer, and not long later, the huge aircraft was airborne.

Fifteen hours after takeoff, the C-17 lumbered to a stop in front of the hangars that the members of the Five twenty third called home. Most of their cargo and passengers were dropped off at their first stop at Andrews AFB, Virginia, so the enormous bird was almost empty when it touched down on the ancient runways at Canon AFB in New Mexico. The medics helped Don and Wendy into their wheelchairs and Zoomer produced two leather flight jackets emblazoned with MSgt Campbell and SSgt Addams on the name patch. He also provided them with Twenty Seventh Fighter Wing ball caps, a cap that he designed himself and had made at a shop in Frankfurt.

They were wheeled off the plane and Ralph and Sandy were there to meet them, along with the entire Nguyen family. Lanh tried to hold them back, but they all wanted to greet Don. Rosa and Bao's girls, Chau and Sophia, were shocked to see their Uncle Don in a wheelchair and started crying. They clustered around their parents because something was going to happen. A hush went through the crowd as members of the 523rd Fighter Squadron clustered around Don and formed up in a line.

"It's ok, he's getting better," said Lanh, trying to hush her nieces and nephews. "Now we have to be quiet."

"Why Aunt Lanh?" But a groan went over the assembled crowd that was there to welcome Don, Wendy, Cynthia, and Zoomer home. They saw what was to come. The cheerful greetings and smiles stopped when the Senior Enlisted Advisor stepped forward and shouted,

"WING! TEN-HUT! … HAND HALUTE!"

The civilians placed their hands over their hearts and stifled the sad whimpers. Don and Wendy lined up along with the rest of their squadron and held a salute as the honor guard carried the flag-draped coffin containing their friend Cynthia from the back of the C-17 to her final rest.

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Chapter 5

"You dreamed about Reggie again last night," said Norma. The sexy, athletic sports medicine scholar bustled around the room making sure that everything was packed up. In two more hours, they would graduate, get their diplomas, and be on their way.

"Ah know! Ah couldn' find the little booger. Ah looked and looked and looked, then I found him layin' on mah bed snuggled up with mah teddy bear." Karole's only salute to girlhood was a five-foot-tall teddy bear. It was a beat-up old thing given to her by one "Uncle" or another and it was the only thing that followed her from one trailer to another as her mother's "relationships" soured.

Reggie is Karole's dream baby. Karole had a horrible upbringing. She had no permanent home. Her mother dragged her from one boyfriend's house to another, where she mostly lived on the couch. Karole always dreamed that she would have a baby and name him Reggie then tell everyone that he was named after her father, the problem is that Karole didn't know who her father was, which may be why Reggie was important to her as a little girl, it would give her a link to a man she knew nothing about. Reggie was a secret. She never spoke about him until she went off to college and he became more and more real, living in her psyche and affecting her waking life until she told her roommate all about him.

Karole was a lonely child. She spent most of her time avoiding the grabbing hands and the throbbing cocks of her mother's boyfriends, protecting her virginity for that "perfect boy." She was called "Trailer Trash" and "White Trash" by her schoolmates, so she grew up alone, amusing herself with activities she could do far from the judging eyes of her classmates. When Karole was twelve, she would go fishing in the Okefenokee swamp for catfish and she would take some catfish to an old witch in the swamp named Grandma Noah. One day Grandma Noah told her she was going to have five children and her first boy she was going to name Reggie, which freaked out the girl because she never spoke about Reggie. Here at the University of Georgia, she had been dreaming of Reggie more and more lately.

A couple of months ago, she had a dream that she was losing Reggie. She couldn't explain how or why she thought she was losing him. All she knew was that she was losing him. The dream went on for hours. Terror and sorrow filled her heart and then it stopped and left her so exhausted she was unable to go to class.

Last night's dream that she couldn't find Reggie didn't terrify her, she knew deep down that he was safe, it just upset her she couldn't see him, she searched through a huge house when she found him snuggled up with that ratty old stuffed bear she knew he was safe and well cared for.

"Make sure you have that bear packed with all of your stuff," said Norma as she zipped up her suitcase. Neither girl had much stuff to move. All that Karole brought was a small, inefficient refrigerator, a tiny microwave, a big teddy bear, and a laptop. When she finished with her textbooks, she sold most of them, and having no boyfriends, there were no gifts to pack, dispose of, or return. She didn't even have mail to pack, having no living relatives (that she knows of) she received only junk mail and a few magazines.

"Damn girl! It looks like you were never here!"

Karole stood, adjusted her mortarboard, and smiled. "I even packed all of my clothes," she opened her gown to show Norma that under the gown she was completely naked.

"I dare you to go to graduation like that," gasped Norma.

"I will if you will," said Karole with an evil grin.

Norma stood and opened her gown to reveal that all she was wearing was a pair of thigh high black nylons. "I'm way ahead of you," she grinned as she held up her only other accessory, a pair of high heel fuck-me pumps. The moisture glistening on Norma's inner thighs told Karole that Norma had something on her mind. They melted into each other's arms and their mouths met in a gentle kiss that got blistering hot quickly.

As they kissed, Norma eased Karole's gown off of her shoulders and Karole lowered her arms to let the gown puddle on the floor, then Karole felt herself being guided toward Norma's side of the room. Her hands stroked and squeezed Norma's firm, round butt for what she realized would be the last time. Just as when she tried to probe Norma's asshole with an exploring finger, she felt her calves bump against Norma's bed and Norma gave her a sudden push and Karole was sprawled across Norma's bed and Norma was suddenly on her.

Giggling, Karole started fighting back and as they wrestled, Norma stretched out across Karole, grabbing her wrist. Her position lined her breast up with Karole's mouth and Karole took advantage of the situation and her mouth sucked in Norma's breast, her tongue flickering and teasing her until the sensations caused her nipple to harden, and then Karole's teeth bit down on Norma's nipple sending electric shocks of pleasure through Norma's body. It almost caused her to stop what she was doing, but she was able to get Karole's wrist locked into the manacle that was secured to the bedpost.

Emboldened by that small victory, Norma continued to struggle against Karole until she got Karole's free arm locked into the manacle on the other bedpost and now she was trapped, just like Karole had her last week. They lay panting after their titanic struggle, their bodies covered with a light sheen of perspiration. "I'm going to miss you mija" smiled Norma, "I'm going to miss this bleached hair…"

"Hey!"

"…and these big fake boobies…"

"They're real! Oh, My Gawd!" Norma started suckling and nipping on Karole's nipples, which for some reason were extra sensitive after spending the night dreaming of Reggie. Norma settled down and made love to those magnificent breasts, so round and firm, they had to be fake, but they were completely real. Three years of play and experience taught Norma that Karole's breasts were as real as her own B cup breasts. Was it jealousy that caused Norma to spend so much time playing with Karole's breasts, or was it scientific curiosity? One thing is for certain, after dreaming of Reggie at night, Karole's breasts were always ultra-sensitive the next day and Norma planned to see if she could get Karole to cum just from stimulating those big, beautiful boobs.

Norma switched from the left to the right nipple, her tongue washing over the nipple as her mouth sucked in much of her breast. At the same time, she was pinching and twirling Karole's left nipple between finger and thumb. Karole stopped fighting the sensations coming from Norma's attention that fades from aggressive to gentle and back, and just accepted the fact that Norma wants to use Karole's body and tied up there's nothing Karole can do but submit to her sexy roommate and enjoy.

Norma switched her attention back to Karole's left breast by leaving a trail of gentle nips from the right breast, down the slope of that magnificent orb, and up the other fleshy mound to the turgid nipple that was erect in anticipation. Karole was out of her mind with pleasure, she rolled her head and arched her back mewling and gasping in desire as Norma kissed and sucked one nipple then the other, Karole alternately tried to escape Norma's touches then tried to push her breast into Norma's mouth more firmly.

Karole's excitement was growing, but she soon felt like she was caught on a plateau. She was caught needing to cum, but she felt stuck, unable to get over that last little that's holding her back. "Please," she begged Norma. For her part, Norma knew she could send Karole to the stars with a well-aimed flick of her tongue, but she wanted to see if it was possible to make Karole cum just through stimulating her breasts.

"Cum for me mija," whispered Norma, "te amo."

"I love you too!" gasped Karole and suddenly she was cumming. Waves of the built-up sexual tension flowed out of her, one after another. She gasped and sighed. It was so sweet and so different from other climaxes that Norma has wrung out of her. It was not a big orgasm, but it helped.

"Do you mija? Do you love me?" Norma asked. She looked up from what she was doing to Karole's breasts. The girls stopped their impassioned lovemaking and gazed into each other's eyes. "More than Mickey Fields?"

Karole scoffed gently; Mickey Fields was the jerk who took her virginity. She protected her virginity from a never-ending string of "uncles" and gave it to the quarterback of the football team, who took it and then never saw her again. "Three and Out Mickey" was his nickname, and it applied to more than just his "skill" at football. "Much more," sighed Karole. "You were always here for me; you were the only one who ever did that for me."

"Oh mija," said Norma as she moved around on the bed, "I'll be there when you need me, we're sorority sisters, aren't we?"

Karole laughed at the bittersweet joke. She and Norma were what were called LUGs, Lesbian Until Graduation. They used each other to work out their sexual urges without fear of pregnancy, which put them in the fictional Eta Bita Pi sorority. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Norma had moved so that their legs were intertwined, and their pussies were now touching. She produced a bottle of lube and poured a bit of the slippery lotion on the joint where their pussies met. "This is our sorority handshake," Norma said as she moved her pussy against Karole's. Norma had a wicked sense of humor and Karole truly hoped that Norma eventually finds a man who doesn't get upset with Norma's vast library of dick jokes. But for their two remaining hours, Norma was hers.

Their pussies rubbed together for what seemed like hours with Karole. It felt so good; it didn't get her off, but Norma was loving it and she loved watching Norma enjoy it. Norma's clit was pressed against Karole's clean-shaven labia and the friction caused their hips twitching and it gave Norma a sweet, beautiful orgasm. For the two lovers, this position allowed them to see the faces of their lover, while their ordinary fare of oral sex prevented that from happening. This allowed them to see the reaction and expressions of their lover as they climbed to their climax. Norma's eyes closed and her head turned from side to side as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of her passion. The bed was suddenly wet from her gush of fluids, which warmly washed over Karole.

"One last time?" asked Norma as she got her breath back.

"One last time," agreed Karole, and the Hispanic athlete knee walked up the bed and crouched over Karole, bringing her still trembling pussy down to Karole's mouth. She started by plunging her tongue as deep into Norma's pussy as she could go over and over. They both knew from experience that it felt good, but it won't make Norma cum. After enjoying Karole's wiggling tongue in her pussy, Norma raised up, shifted a little, then presented her tingling clit to Karole's mouth.

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