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Jean (NSFW)
Of all the things that absolutely sucked about still living with one’s parents, the thing that was worse than anything else was her life being uprooted and moved for what felt like the fifth time in such a short period of time. Jean knew that her father was required to move often and that he was required to jump when the military said jump, but it was getting to the point of being ridiculous.
Her family had, in all honesty, moved only about as much as was usual but for someone whom had always had problems settling into a new place she felt like they had only just gotten there by the time they were moving once again. Her father was as understanding as he could be, but the military had been his life since he had been a young buck and he wasn’t going to give it up for his now adult child that chose to live with them still.
Their latest move had put them back to living on base, a choice that was not up to what Jean would consider a “fun life”. Sure, living on base had its perks like being able to get things tax free and the over abundance of attractive military men that would jog by the house early in the morning, but it was never outweighed by the relatively quiet life that came with it.
Perhaps that was why she had been surprised when she’d been approached by someone that had seemed like just another military brat, a young guy that couldn’t have been but a few years older than herself. He’d slipped a piece of paper into her hand with a wink while doing his morning run before being off again. The slip of paper held just two things - a time and place. Jean debated it, she really did, but in the end her mind had been made up the moment she had put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Jean waited until her parents were asleep - 20:00 sharp - before she changed into some of the clothes that she kept hidden at the back of her closet beneath a box of old awards from her middle and high school years. She picked an outfit that wasn’t the most revealing, but certainly didn’t give off the impression of ‘good girl’ - a tight black shirt that dipped low to show her cleavage and a pencil skirt that just barely covered over the curve of her rear and topped off with a pair of black pumps.
She snuck out once the house was completely quiet, calling a cab once she was safely a few blocks away. The address was a house just a few miles away from the base, a large two-story home that had people covering the lawn and almost pouring out of the windows. Music could be heard from the street, but none of the neighbors seemed to mind.
Now this… This was something she had never had the chance to experience before in all of her time moving from base to base… And this was exactly what she needed to really break the ice. There was a coy smile on her lips as she entered the house, ready to make an impression, to break the mold of her previous life. Ready, really, for anything to put some excitement in her life.
Of all the things that absolutely sucked about still living with one’s parents, the thing that was worse than anything else was her life being uprooted and moved for what felt like the fifth time in such a short period of time. Jean knew that her father was required to move often and that he was required to jump when the military said jump, but it was getting to the point of being ridiculous.
Her family had, in all honesty, moved only about as much as was usual but for someone whom had always had problems settling into a new place she felt like they had only just gotten there by the time they were moving once again. Her father was as understanding as he could be, but the military had been his life since he had been a young buck and he wasn’t going to give it up for his now adult child that chose to live with them still.
Their latest move had put them back to living on base, a choice that was not up to what Jean would consider a “fun life”. Sure, living on base had its perks like being able to get things tax free and the over abundance of attractive military men that would jog by the house early in the morning, but it was never outweighed by the relatively quiet life that came with it.
Perhaps that was why she had been surprised when she’d been approached by someone that had seemed like just another military brat, a young guy that couldn’t have been but a few years older than herself. He’d slipped a piece of paper into her hand with a wink while doing his morning run before being off again. The slip of paper held just two things - a time and place. Jean debated it, she really did, but in the end her mind had been made up the moment she had put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Jean waited until her parents were asleep - 20:00 sharp - before she changed into some of the clothes that she kept hidden at the back of her closet beneath a box of old awards from her middle and high school years. She picked an outfit that wasn’t the most revealing, but certainly didn’t give off the impression of ‘good girl’ - a tight black shirt that dipped low to show her cleavage and a pencil skirt that just barely covered over the curve of her rear and topped off with a pair of black pumps.
She snuck out once the house was completely quiet, calling a cab once she was safely a few blocks away. The address was a house just a few miles away from the base, a large two-story home that had people covering the lawn and almost pouring out of the windows. Music could be heard from the street, but none of the neighbors seemed to mind.
Now this… This was something she had never had the chance to experience before in all of her time moving from base to base… And this was exactly what she needed to really break the ice. There was a coy smile on her lips as she entered the house, ready to make an impression, to break the mold of her previous life. Ready, really, for anything to put some excitement in her life.
