Servicing My Daughter's Naval

This was the easiest story I ever wrote. I want to thank my online playmate Rachelangel for the idea, and the line "GO DADDY GO DADDY OHHHHHHHH...better". I may write further adventures if there is a demand but for now enjoy.

This story involves a naval pilot so a lot of naval jargon is used. I will define terms used here in the order they appear in the story.

CO-Commanding Officer

1MC-Main Public Address system on US naval vessels

BMOW- Boatswain Mate Of the Watch. Makes announcements and uses a BM pipe to signal different activities. Also supervises helmsman and others.

CDR.-Abbreviation for Commander one rank below Navy Captain (Army/Marine Colonel)

Trap-Landing a plane on an aircraft carrier

Passageways-hallways to landlubbers

XO- Executive Officer -2nd in command of a discrete military unit

COD-Carrier Onboard Delivery (Cargo plane that delivers mail and supplies as well as people to a carrier while underway

Military time zero-one-hundred (0100) = 1am Add 12 to all PM hours to get the military equivalent 1pm + 12= Thirteen-Hundred (1300).

Padre-military for any catholic preist

Goat Locker- slang for Chief Petty officers mess (E7-E9) Highest of the enlisted ranks.

CPO-Chief Petty Officer (E7)

Rack-Medieval torture device made into a bed for sailors

Hatch-landlubbers call it a door

Tomcat (F14) dual engine fighter plane with crew of 2 pilot and radar officer

Harrier British invented Jet with wigs that turn so it can take off and land vertically

MIG Russian jet (MIG23 is based on the F14)

Shitcan- Landlubbers call it a wastepaper Basket

Booter- someone so fresh from boot camp they still have a shaved head.

Aye-Aye-I understand and will obey

Seabag - watch a movie that has a scene in an airport or train station. Somewhere in the background is a sailor carrying a big green bag. This is a seabag.

Wardroom- The fancy dining room/rec center/meeting area provided for officers (and all civilian females). Commonly called the weirdroom

Sliders-navy hamburgers so named for their uncanny resemblance in texture and taste to hockey pucks

Plane Captain- Enlisted man who is responsible for ensuring all maintenance and repairs are done on a single aircraft.

Pri-Fly- controls all aircraft in the air and on the deck to ensure safe flight ops.

CAG- Commander Air Group CO of all aviation squadrons embarked on an aircraft carrier. Answers only to the carrier CO.

P'cola- short for Naval Air Station Pensacola, Florida

IFF- Identification Friend or Foe. System that (when it works) reduces friendly fire accidents

6- Short for 6 O'clock. From the use of analog clocks to describe the position of an object in relation to you. 12 is straight ahead 6 is straight behind you.

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"Welcome to New York. The local time is 6:19pm. The outside temperature is 78 degrees Fahrenheit. Thank you for flying American Airlines." The announcement awoke me from my slumber. I must have been tired. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours.

I was finishing up some reports and was ahead of my paperwork for once. I stretched my arms, and was about to sign the last form in my inbox when I heard the 1MC come to life, I winced as the BMOW blew his pipe (almost on key for once) "Cdr. Gemoules please report the commanding officers at sea cabin, Cdr. Gemoules please report the commanding officers at sea cabin."

"Ohhh, Diamond is in trouble." Called out one of my squadron pilots.

"Stow it, Punch-out. It's probably about that last trap of yours. A flying pig could've landed with more finesse than you."

"The rest of the pilots started laughing at my retort as I left my squadron's ready room and made my way through the aircraft carriers maze of passageways to the C.O.'s cabin. I knocked on the door and heard "Enter"

I entered the space, popped to attention and said "Cdr. Gemoules reporting as ordered skipper."

"Have a seat Gem." The skipper told me.

As I sat I greeted my squadrons XO and the ships chaplain, who were already seated. "What's going on skipper?" I asked "Did someone die?" I joke trying to break the serious look on there faces. The three men pass a glance around the room like the Harlem Globetrotters passing a basketball.

"Gem, we don't know how to tell you this." Began the chaplain.

"It's Allyson." The skipper interrupts. "She was killed in a car accident."

My heart stops. I can barely see or think. My beloved but estranged wife was dead. I can't even voice my thoughts. My XO looks at me and says "Rachel is alright. She wasn't in the car."

I breathe a sigh of relief. "My daughter is alive." I say not sure if it was a question or if I was just parroting.

"Of course emergency leave is approved effective as soon as the next COD is ready to launch, around 1900 tonight." The skipper says. 'Take your time. When you are ready go pack the XO can run the Squad for you."

I nod my head trying to figure out what is going to happen next. The skipper and my XO leave, and I look at the chaplain for a minute and say "thanks padre but I don't need you right now. No offense." I stand up and walk to my stateroom. I pick up the phone and call the goat locker. Some chief I didn't know answers. "This is CDR Gemoules. Is CPO Duggan there?

"Yes sir here he is."

"Duggan here sir."

"Dug come to my stateroom and bring your buddy Jack or Jim, I don't care which." I order him.

"Sir..."

"Don't BS me chief. I know you keep your friends close and I need them now." And slam down the phone. I sit down on my rack and wait for the chief. A few minutes later there is a knock on the door. "Come I shout"

"Chief Duggan reporting as ordered, with a party of 2 sir." he says gesturing to a tool bag he has in his hand.

"Secure the hatch, Dug. Glasses are in the desk." Duggan closes the door gets out the glasses and opens the tool bag pulling out a bottle of Johnny Walker Black, and another of Jim Bean. "Good." I say "Pour me some and yourself if you want." He pours about 3 fingers of Johnny into the cups and hands one to me.

"Sir, since I'm your bartender now, I gotta ask, what the hell? You're scheduled to fly later and you know the rules. Besides I never knew you to drink when we're underway since it's against regulations." I

"Allyson was in an accident and died. I go out on the next COD." I slam back the drink and feel it burn down my throat helping me deal with the pain.

"Jesus sir! Is Rachel all right?" He asks as he tops off my glass.

"Yeah she wasn't in the car." And polish off my second drink.

"Thank god for that." Duggan says as he sips his drink. "What is she now 16?'

"18 today." I reply and look at the most recent picture I have of my daughter. She was about 11 and I was about to go on my 3rd deployment in 3 years. The chief nods his head wisely letting me talk my grief out. I hold out my cup for a refill and the chief waits for a moment then pours me two more fingers. I take a sip and say "I haven't had any contact with her since I left for that cruise when that damn limey harrier mistook my Tomcat for a MIG. Ally came to see me in the hospital, and told me she couldn't handle another crash or injury. She told me to resign my commission, or I would never see her or Rachel again. I figured that once she saw I wasn't seriously hurt things would go back to normal." I took another sip and put my glass down. "She kept her promise. She wouldn't even let Rachel get the presents or mail I sent her. Everything was returned unopened. As usual I mailed the box with every letter and card I sent over the last 7 years. One day it's gonna get through." I pick up the drink and finish it crush the cup and throw it into the shitcan.

The chief finishes his drink and says "Sir if there's anything that me, or anyone in the squad can do all you have to do is ask."

"I appreciate that chief, but don't tell the guys until I'm gone. I don't want any of those poor bastard looks."

The chief pops to attention and says "Aye-Aye sir."

I chuckle at his booter response. "Thanks for the drink, but you better stow that contraband chief, you wouldn't want anyone to know about it would you." The chief laughs, and puts his bottle sin the tool bag and leaves my stateroom.

I pull out my seabag and toss in the essentials and my dress and undress uniforms. I also throw in some civvies just in case. I look at my watch and see it's about 1600. I decide I have time for chow. I go to the wardroom and try to eat a few sliders. But just the smell makes me want to vomit (even more than usual.) I wander u to the hanger and check on my aircraft. I see my plane captain looking over my bird. I walk over to him "Flynn!" he looks at me and nods to me. "I'm taking some leave and won't be flying for a bit. This is a good time to have that engine rebuild done." He nods at me in understanding while continuing to look over the aircraft.

I see my XO by his bird, so I walk over to him and we clear up some administrative stuff he'll need to handle. I then start to walk back to my cabin and over the 1MC I hear "CDR Gemoules please call pri-fly" I grab the nearest phone and call.

"Hey Diamond." the CAG answers "The COD is early. It'll be launching in about 30 minutes. Get your gear and go or you're stuck here for 48 hours.

"On my way sir." I say and hang up/ I jog to my stateroom grab my bag and walkup to the flight deck. I walk over to the COD and salute the bridge and national ensign as I board the COD back to the states.

I see the flight crew is helping fasten in a tech rep. When he's done I ask where we are going to land.

"P'cola sir" he replies

Can you ask the pilot to see if there's any MAC flight that'll take me to New York? I had a death in the family and need to get there ASAP."

"Sorry sir. I'll let the pilot know."

"Thanks Petty Officer." I say and close my eyes. Suddenly I'm thrown back against the bulkhead recognizing the feeling of being thrown off a carrier into the sky.

Like most pilots I feel helpless unless I'm at the controls of the aircraft. I feel even more helpless knowing I'm hundreds of miles from those I love when they need me most. I try not to, but I can't help but start to cry.

About an hour into the flight, the tears well up and a sob escapes my lips taking all the anguish I feel in my soul. As I am about to begin to completely break down, I see the co-pilot walking back to me. I try to stifle the tears because I don't want to show weakness in front of a fellow naval aviator.

As the co-pilot approaches I see that she's a female. I rub my eyes as if I'm tired, to get the tears out. She stands over me and says "Mackie over there tells us you had a death in the family." As she gestures to the flight crew. "There Pilot and I as well as the rest of the flight crew want to offer our condolences, and offer any assistance we can. We tried to get you on a MAC flight but that's a no-go." I am about to thank her, and ask if she can have ground ops make a reservation in my name to any airport in NY or NJ. "So in a last ditch effort I called my brother, a former 14 driver and a Pocola-NY shuttle pilot. He is pulling some strings to get you on a flight from Pensacola Regional to JFK. His departure time is about 5 minutes after we are due to land so we are diverting to PR and letting you off to make the flight."

I nod my head in thanks and she pats my on my shoulder and whispers "If you do feel the need to cry, there's more privacy by the cockpit door." And turns and goes back to the cockpit.

I shake myself from my reverie and see hat we are arriving at the gate. I unfasten my seatbelt and grab my bag. I make my way off the plane and find a rental counter. I drive to Manhattan and down Park Avenue. Seeing the familiar buildings I began to have flashbacks to dating my late wife. I drove past the deli we meet at, and the restaurant where I proposed, and finally reached my wife's parents house.

I parked my car and walked back to the building where my wife lived with her parents while we dated. The doorman, Hank, recognized me immediately. He told me he was so sorry about my wife, and told me that my daughter was in the penthouse. He got the elevator and used his key to send me up.

As the doors opened my daughter was standing in the foyer with her back to me. I drew in a deep breath. My daughter had grown into a beautiful woman. She looked like her mothers twin sister when her mom was18 and dating me. "What is it now Hank?" she asked without turning around. More flowers from people who don't really give a damn about anything but buying the business. Throw them out with the others." When she didn't receive a response she turned around.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled in disgust. "I thought mom dying was the worst thing to happen to me, now look what walks in after 7 years without so much as a letter. The great naval hero! He gets medals from the president, but can't send a fucking birthday card to his own daughter. Get the fuck out! I never want to see you again!"

"But RayRae-RayRae..."

Don't call me that. My daddy called me that. My daddy who came home after every deployment, my daddy who loved me, my daddy who never failed to send me a card and gift for my birthday and Christmas. My daddy who always made me fell like the most special little girl in the world. Then one day mommy came home and said you'll never see your father again. I didn't believe her. I waited for you. FOR YEARS I waited for you to call, or write, or come home. YOU NEVER DID!! You are no longer my daddy. I don't need you anymore. Go away and never come back.

She starts to soba t this point and I have no idea what to say, what to do, how to react. I can't believe my wife was so cruel that she let my little girl know it was her keeping us apart. Now she was dead and I couldn't bring myself to tell my little Rae-Ray that I tried to contact her. I stood there helplessly not sure what to do or what to say.

The elevator dinged and she said thank you for leaving. I hadn't called for it so I stood there watching the door open. Hank was standing there and said "Miss Gem I know you said you didn't want to be disturbed, but this is something you should see." Rachel turns around and I see Hank hand her a very familiar box. She takes it and thanks him and puts it down. Hank says "Miss gem I believe that there's some time sensitive documents in there, and you need to look at them right away. Hank takes my arm and whispers in my ear "Wait in the lobby. Let her come to you for an explanation." I join him in the elevator and we go down.

After I sit and wait for over two hours, Rachel bursts from the elevator and yells "Hank! Hank! Do you know where my daddy went?"

Hank points to where I'm sitting and smiles at her. Rachel runs over to me and jumps into my lap like she was still 11. "Daddy, daddy" she starts crying as she covers my face in kisses like she used to. "Daddy I 'm so sorry I was so mean to you. Can you forgive me for being so mean? I should've known that my wonderful, my special, my handsome daddy would never forget about his little Rae-Ray." She had even started talking like a little girl.

I pull my little girl close to me, hug her, and start crying. She kisses away my tears just like I did when a boy she liked told her he liked her friend. We hold each other and cry for a few minutes. When we regain our composure, she says daddy can we go upstairs and talk. I nod my head ad we return to the penthouse.

I see my letters cards strew about the foyer and the envelopes in a neat pile on the desk. Rachel says "I thought they were all mailed recently, until I looked at the postmarks and saw return to sender written in moms and nanas handwriting. I was scared you had left again, and I would never see you again. After all little girls need their daddy."

I started crying again, so happy to be together with my Rae-Ray again. This sent her on another crying jag. We held each other close and cried it out. Once our tears ran dry we clung together for a bit and just basked in the glow of our renewed relationship. We moved into the living room and sat on the couch. Rae-Ray put her head on my shoulder and asked why I never came home. "I was injured wile flying, and mommy came to visit me. She told me to quit the Navy, or I would never see either of you again. I thought mommy was just scared, but she made good on her threat. I tried writing you and mommy. Whenever I was in port, you and mommy were out of town or unavailable. I never gave up." I hugged her again and was able to swallow my tears.

Rae-Ray said "My daddy had a boo-boo and I couldn't kiss it and make it better." And pouted.

"This boo-boo can't be kissed by my little girl." I said.

"But daddy I always kiss your boo-boos and you kiss mine." Why can't I kiss it?"

'Rae-Ray there is some places that daughters aren't supposed to kiss their daddy's." I tell her.

"But daddy you'll ever get better if I don't kiss your boo-boo."

As always I give in to my little Rae-Ray. I tell her she has to be very careful when kissing my boo-boo. I lower my pants and she can see the scar caused by my instrument panel exploding when that idiot redcoat forgot to check his IFF. She leans in to my thigh and I can feel her breath on my penis. As she kisses my scar I feel my groin beginning to stir. I pull away and pull my pants up.

"That looked very painful daddy I wish that I had been there to comfort you."

"'Me too honey."

"I have a boo-boo I need my daddy to kiss."

'Where is it Rae-Ray honey?"

"It's here daddy." she says and pulls off her shirt. She points to her nude breast "I was in love with a boy daddy and he broke my heart.

"Uhh, I don't think I should kiss you there." I say trying and failing to take my eyes off the most beautiful breasts I have seen since I first saw Ally's many years ago.

But daddy when Stevie broke my heart you promised to always kiss the boo-boo away. So kiss my broken heart daddy." She says pushing her chest out toward me.

Almost against my will I lean in and plant a peck square on my daughter's nipple. The feeling was electric. My cock grew to full size and I wanted to stay there and suck on those perky little nipples, but this was my daughter and I wasn't sure how she would react. She was acting just like the little girl I remember, not the budding flower of woman hood she looked like or the self confident young lady she appeared to be when I first arrived.

I was confused by my feelings toward my daughter. I was beginning to feel lust for her, but I also felt just as protective as I was when she was my little girl. I broke our embrace and got up. I went and got my seabag and put it in the room my wife and I used when we stayed with our in-laws. I took a quick shower and changed out of my wrinkled uniform into some civvies, and went to find Rae-Ray.

She was sitting on a barstool at the breakfast nook looking forlorn. "Daddy I miss mommy she says."

"I do to honey." I reply wrapping my arms around her.

She snuggles back into me and says "I don't know what I will do without her. She was my world when you disappeared. I'm so glad your back daddy. We can make up for all those missed years.

"Me too honey." I answer as I start to unconsciously stroke her breast. I hear my daughter moan in pleasure and I realize what I am doing. I step back, and try to lower the sexual tension that has arisen between us by asking "So where are nana and p pop"

"Oh daddy!" she cries "You don't know. Nana had a stroke and died the day after you were hurt. P pop passed away in his sleep the night after we buried nana. I was all alone in the world until you came back."

"Rae-Ray my baby. I didn't know, I was never told, and I'm so sorry honey." I blurt out not knowing what else to say.