Chasing Waves Ch. 02

SSgt Diego Quinto had primarily been stationed in Japan but after his previous deployment, he had been granted three months of leave to return to Texas and marry his (then) pregnant girlfriend, Suzanna.

After what felt like an eternity of 'vacation' Diego was offered a way out; a ticket back to the life he loved. His squadron was being sent to Hawaii, for a pre-deployment training mission. The goal was to test the capabilities of some new communications technology in the desolate, volcanic regions of the island.

Thousands of miles away from the drama of Texas, Diego was having fun. All until the moment he managed to injure himself in the most brain-dead of ways. While setting up a checkpoint marker Diego, lost in his own thoughts, somehow ended up tripping on a patch of rough terrain- resulting in an injured knee.

Although he was able to stand on his own, his commander deemed the injury severe enough to warrant a hospital visit. Depending on the nature of the injury Diego risked being pulled from the deployment rotation entirely.

A male nurse checked him in and took his vitals. "Now that you're all checked in I'm going to hand over the reins to my work-study student."

A woman entered, her face concealed by a clipboard. "Hello, I'm..." The voice, the soft feminine voice with only the slightest masculine undertones. The accent that was a heavenly mix of Hispanic-Hawaiian and southern drawl.

Diego couldn't help but smile. "Jolene?"

"You two know each other?"

"In another life."

"I'll just leave you two to get reacquainted." The nurse left, shutting the door.

Jolene took another look at the chart. Her eyes were obscured by long eyelashes. She was clearly wearing a lot of makeup. "It says you hurt your knee?"

Diego nodded, his focus was on just how much of her was changed. Did she get the operation?- Was she completely female? "Yeah, a f-ing lame mistake. I practically tripped over my own feet."

"Lay back," she said with a sigh. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, letting it out of its ponytail, "let me take a look."

Diego did as she asked, although he was certain she was supposed to be checking his temperature and blood pressure.

He wanted to get back to training. He was close to every man in his squadron and was really looking forward to spending two months in the peaceful seclusion of Northern Africa.

(Peaceful compared to life with his ball-busting, hormonal, wife.)

Jolene looked so beautifully feminine, like an angel of mercy. Or maybe she was just the polar opposite of the woman he left behind.

"What are you staring at?" she asked sweetly.

"Your hair. I almost forgot how beautiful it was." Diego was fascinated; Jolene's dark blonde hair looked so real. When she was turning tricks he could have sworn her hair was too perfect to be real; it had to be a wig or more likely a weave, hair extensions sewn into her natural locks.

"You never called," Jolene said softly, as she walked her fingers up his thigh.

"Been Busy," Diego replied in a gasp. He could feel the warmth of her skin, her long perfectly shaped nails. "But we can talk now."

He still had his underwear on, but he was already hard. Maybe it was muscle memory. All Diego knew was that he needed to calm down. Reaching for the nearby table he grabbed the most un-sexual item he owned- his wallet. "Would you like to see my son?"

Within the pockets of the plain black wallet was a photo of his new wife and son. The image was taken just after the baby was born. His wife looked exhausted but, for the first time, genuinely happy. "Campbell Ryan Quinto."

"Aww, he's darling," Jolene said as she glanced at the photo. "I hope you're planning on calling him Cam, or something."

"Cam?"

"I mean, 'Campbell'- it sounds a little ... well, you know..."

Diego knew what she meant, the name was a little pretentious for his liking, "It was my father-in-law's name."

"Was?"

"My wife's father died when she was sixteen. Does that still make him my father-in-law?" It was a stupid question but nothing could be more awkward than the feeling of a hard-on combined with the sharp pain in his knee.

"I think so."

"Did having a kid fix your relationship?"

"Not in the slightest," Diego sighed. His wife was as cruel as ever. It was clear she married him for his money. But little Cam was the light of her world. That was all he could ask for; she did her thing back on the mainland while Diego did his.

"Your knee looks pretty bad. I can get you something for the pain."

"Um, yeah," Diego swallowed hard, "thanks." This situation was all kinds of inappropriate. Jolene was a medical professional, he was a man with a child.

Jolene made some notes and left the room. She quickly returned with an IV kit.

"That was fast."

"Yup," she replied. "The kits are right outside." She pulled up a stool next to the bed. "Now let's see if I can find a vein on the first try."

Diego was impressed with her ability to locate a vein and flawlessly insert the needle. "You're certainly talented."

"The floor doctor gave me permission to start you on saline and morphine. You're likely going to be checked in, after an X-ray." Jolene secured the IV with tape. "So, do you want to fuck?"

"Is that still something you do?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Not for money," Jolene explained. She stood up and locked the door. "I turned my life around. I'm going to school, found a new place to live; even landed this sweet gig." Jolene pulled a pair of nail scissors from her pocket, twirling them between her slender fingers.

"And you're willing to risk it all?" Diego asked with a smile. Part of him hoped she was serious- maybe this would turn into something out of a porno movie.

"I'm willing to help out an old friend." Jolene started by cutting off his briefs off, freeing his erection. Working completely under Diego's hospital gown she put on gloves and added lotion to her hands.

He wanted so badly for her to disappear under his gown and suck him off, but instead, Jolene maintained strong eye contact. "I hope it's not too cold."

He could feel her gripping his shaft, working her hands up his length until she reached the tip. "That feels real nice."

Jolene licked her shiny lips. "I can feel some lubrication, but not really a healthy amount of pre-cum." she gazed at him with her cat eyes, "let's see if we can work on that."

He could feel Jolene lifting his balls, giving them a firm squeeze before slipping a well lubed gloved finger in his ass. Diego couldn't help but moan as his back arched.

"You like that, don't you?"

His knee was in pain but he wanted her deeper. Diego reached down, placing his hand over Jolene. She was already jerking his cock fast and hard while finger fucking him. He moved her hand from his cock, he could jerk himself off- he wanted her to focus on his ass maybe even fist him. Without Diego even having to ask, she put in two more fingers. In a matter of moment, he exploded all over himself.

"You look so gorgeous, just writhing in pleasure." Jolene helped Diego lay on his back, comfortably as she adjusted his gown, making sure to wipe his cum all over his abs.

"My turn to do you?" he asked in a whisper.

"We can do whatever we want," Jolene says with a wicked grin. "After I get the doctor to sign off on a medical waiver."

"You think that's necessary?" Diego asked innocently, but he knew what she meant. If he didn't deploy with his squadron he might be able to stay in Hawaii, for the time being. He was a skilled engineer with teaching experience.

"You want to stay with me?" Jolene asked. "I mean not 'with me' of course, that would be a one-way ticket to a dishonorable discharge for marital infidelity. Buy if you volunteered to stay ..."

Diego smiled. It was clear, despite the fact they lost contact she had never forgotten him. "That could be fun."

With a medical waiver on record, he was invited to stay on base as a tech liaison. It was a position that would keep him in Hawaii for nearly two months. Diego was, of course, given a room at the on-base hotel. That room would play host to his luggage and personal belongings, while he spent every free moment with Jolene.

As a student, Jolene stayed in a studio apartment not far from where she lived when she worked as a prostitute. Jolene was still friends with hookers, strippers, and even drug dealers in the area. Diego would come to learn that she and all her friends had connections to the military community; they knew secrets, made friends and with knowledge came opportunity and security.

Diego saw many other military men in the area, from soldiers to officers but they all kept each other's secrets. He even met Conner, Jolene's former lover; a medical officer who landed her the spot in the nursing program.

That night, Jolene was able to cook an impressive meal of grilled steak and fried rice using her heating plate. She was always an amazing cook but that night was special.

"Conner!" Jolene squealed with delight as she opened the door. Diego was waiting inside, all he knew was it was the officer's first night back on the big island.

Lt Col Conner Matthews was a large African-American man in his late thirties. He had brought with him a bottle of Hennesy, which Jolene mixed with whatever was on hand.

"Hennesy and OJ!" Conner said with a smile. "I haven't had this since college."

Diego was wearing only swim trunks, having spent the day on the beach. His chest full of tattoos were on full display. "Jolene says you run the hospital?"

"One of many; my position at Hickam, is actually considered a special assignment."

"So where's home?"

"Home?" The very word caused Conner to laugh.

"What?"

"Home is on the waves; home is freedom," Conner explained that he had a wife and three kids back in Oklahoma. He had married his high-school sweetheart, who lived in a house that he fully paid for with his military benefits. "Pretty sure the b-ch is cheating on me."

Diego nodded. "I get you, man. I got a wife and kid back in Texas."

"Yeah, that's the thing about our profession," he said, taking a long swig of his drink. "You come in as a young kid, afraid of living and dying alone, so you marry the first girl who let you come inside her."

Jolene took a seat next to Conner, kicking her legs up on his lap. "That's why I love military men. You grew up as little boys playing soldier, wanting to make your daddies proud. And now you're stuck playing dress up. I know a little about playing dress up for a living."

Diego watched as Conner pulled Jolene onto his lap. He knew what she meant. Men like him and Conner lived in uniform, performing in a literal 'theater.' Their only refuge was the forbidden, the unknown. "Gotta love chasing waves for a living."

Those words caused Jolene to turn to him. She licked her lips. "I think you need to take your swim-trunks off."

"I'll need your assistance." Diego's knee was in a brace, limiting his range of motion. But it almost felt wrong to not be naked in Jolene's apartment.

It seemed Conner felt the same way. He wore an open shirt but little by little his hands seemed to slip into his cargo shorts.

Diego could hear him moaning, and he couldn't help but lick his lips and smile. "You like what you see, Lt Col Matthews?" He knew this was what Jolene wanted; for him and Conner to fuck.

"I think I do."

Jolene started to massage Diego's chest and shoulders with her soft, warm, hands. "Lay back, soldier, make yourself comfortable." She positioned Diego on the sofa, putting his body on display like the main course.

Conner straddled Diego's face, offering up his thick nine-inch cock. The officer's massive erection was already dripping with pre-cum. He dragged the glossy liquid over Diego's lips, as if to tease or maybe test him.

Diego, with a firm grip on Conner's muscular torso, eagerly sucked him off. He could feel the raw, intense, power as the officer fucked his face with a comparable amount of force. For a moment he wondered where Jolene was, but his question was soon answered.

For his efforts Jolene made herself comfortable between Diego's legs, giving him a very wet blowjob.

He could feel her deepthroating his cock, her saliva oozing down his balls. With a face covered in sweat, he could feel Conner about to blow his load. And then he heard what sounded like a vibrator.

Conner gasped and moaned. "You are wicked, Jo..."

Diego couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Jolene had a collection of sex toys, many of which he had the privilege of experiencing firsthand. Conner was clearly the guest of honor, so Diego needed to make him feel welcome. Increasing his pace, he could feel the man's muscular core tighten as Conner blew a massive load. Cum filled Diego's throat until he could barely breathe. But the harder he allowed Conner to fuck his face, the harder Jolene worked his shaft, until Diego was overcome with his own mind-blowing orgasm.

It seemed the only one that didn't get to climax was Jolene. "Does anyone else want a beer?" She was still in her t-shirt and shorts.

Diego watched Her long legs, the curve of her hips as she bent over to grab a six-pack of Coors. "I'll take a beer." He reached out his arms.

Jolene laid between Diego and Conner.

Conner stood up on shaky legs. "I need to get going, I have an early shift tomorrow."

Something about the way Jolene giggled made Diego think that was not true. "Cool. See you, man."

Drink in hand, Diego held Jolene close, resting her head on his naked chest. "So this is you now, Jolene the nurse- the healer?"

Jolene ran her fingers through her hair, revealing for the first time that it was undoubtedly her own. "I turned my life around, I'm going to become the person I always wanted to be."

Diego knew what she meant; she wanted to get the surgery- she wanted to fully become female. "I think you're beautiful the way you are."

She laughed an awkward laugh.

"What, you don't believe me?" He put down his beer and reached for her thigh, wrapping her leg over him. "You're already on hormones, right? You don't need surgery or any of that shit."

She glanced at him with a sigh. "I've been on hormones for a little over a decade. I want to be something more than a kid from Louisiana who took a wrong turn at Hollywood."

"Yeah." Diego had gotten to know bits and pieces of the 'past Jolene' (she wouldn't even tell him her birth name.) She was a high school drop out, a wannabe model, dancer, who took a free trip to Hawaii and never looked back. "I wish you would let me know the real you."

"Maybe if you were mine," the words slipped from her lips in a whisper.

"What?" Diego asked with an awkward chuckle.

"It's nothing," she said as she started to stand up. Her voice was breaking. "Just a dream."

"Hey," Diego sat up and grabbed her arm. Turning her face to his, it was clear she was crying. "I love you, Jolene."

"I love you too. That's why I'd never ask you to leave your family." She cupped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. "You have a little boy who needs you. I-I need to get some air." Jolene stood up and walked to the window throwing open the bar she let in a rush of the warm night air.

Diego stood up by her side. He put his arms around her waist. She was so slender, so fragile. Burying his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet, island scene, he wanted to hold her in that moment forever. "You're all I need."

Jolene lifted his face to look into his eyes. "I can't be that for you. But I will make you a promise; where ever life takes us, I'll be your safe haven, I'll be your soft place to fall- I'll always be here. And I'll always be your Jolene."