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A Case of the Crabs
By Ann
At the stroke of midnight, I make my rounds checking on the patients one last time. After eighteen grueling hours, I am finally going to be relieved. I don't even turn around when I hear "Have a good night, McMurphy;" I just head for the exit and my chance for temporary freedom.
The moonlight guides the way as I stroll toward the shore of the beach with a bottle of beer in hand. Today marks my first anniversary at China Beach, but I don't dare say anything. These types of milestones are not celebrated or even mentioned. It is only a reminder of how long one has had to endure the atrocities of this war.
Sitting down on the edge of the sand, I watch the water lap against the shore. I take a swig of my beer and think back over the memories of this past year. There have been so many wounded pass through my doors. At first, I would get personally involved in each of their lives, but the toll it took on me was devastating. Now, I just smile and ask questions without really paying attention to the answers.
I think the worst part of the year has been the loneliness. Sometimes I just need to feel the warmth of another body next to mine. For the first few months, I would throw a few hints around at the other nurses and female personnel, but it seems I may be the only lesbian stationed at China Beach so I had to make do with what I had.
Shaking my head to dispel the images of the few men I took to my bed, I look out over the water and once again conjure up my ultimate fantasy involving the flaming red haired civilian volunteer worker. I almost snort beer out of my nose as I think of her given title. I didn't think volunteers got paid, but I have to hand it to her. All of her customers must be satisfied since they keep going back for more.
I've often thought about 'hiring' K. C. for a bit of satisfaction, but it would ruin my erotic dreams knowing I had to pay for her affection. I will just have to be content to have her in both my day and night dreams. Sighing, I finish my beer and move to stand. Maybe I will get to have her in my dreams tonight.
I almost jump out of my skin when I hear a chuckle to my immediate right. Turning, I find my goddess lying on her side not twenty feet from me. How in the hell did I miss her when I sat down? Holding my hand over my heart, I say "Damn it, K. C. You scared the shit out of me. Why didn't you say something before I sat down?"
With her elbow bent and her face resting on her closed fist, she answers "I wanted to see how long it would take you to discover my presence. I don't think you would have ever seen me if I hadn't called your attention to me. What has you so deep in thought?"
I bite my tongue before blurting out 'you.' Instead, I blame my lack of attention on my long shift and lack of sleep. Smiling that oh so sexy smile, she says "I think you just need to get laid. Know anyone that's available or do you need my help?"
What the hell? Is she flirting with me? Quick, I need a comeback. Oh, I know. Returning her smile, I ask "Are you volunteering your services?"
K. C. sits up and replies "Why yes I am. Why don't we . . . shit . . . ouch . . . son of a bitch." She quickly stands up and begins to strip. I stand with my mouth agape not quite believing what is happening. Is this how she does business? Strip and fuck? Hmm, sounds good to me.
I reach to unzip my pants when I hear "McMurphy, get your ass over here and help me. These damn sand crabs are eating me alive." Lucky devils, I wouldn't mind having a taste or two.
Moving to her side, I efficiently help divest her of her clothing until she is standing completely naked in front of me. She continues to rub her hands all over her body trying to find relief from the small bites. I decide to stand back and wait for further instruction.
K. C. looks over at me and asks "What can I put on these bites? They are driving me insane." I refer to a local cream, but she walks toward the water seemingly ignoring me. I follow to the edge and watch her submerge herself in the surf.
After a few minutes, she stands and makes her way back toward the beach with droplets of water clinging to her naked skin. "Ah, that's much better. The stinging isn't so bad anymore, but there seems to be a bad bite right here." I glance to where she is pointing to see a small red mark on the end of her nipple. Swallowing, I move my eyes back to the water.
K. C. moves directly into my space and drawls "Can't you kiss it and make it better, Colleen?" I immediately snap my eyes back to hers. She's definitely not flirting now. Her eyes are so full of desire they have turned a deep blue.
Leaning down, I take the offered nipple into my mouth as she removes my shirt from my shoulders.
It looks like I'll be celebrating after all. Happy anniversary to me.
The End