When no one is looking (Open to one woman)

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Sergeant Alexander (Alex) Cox
Age 28
Height 6'0"
Buzz cut black hair
Dark brown, rounded, eyes
Medium build with pointed chin, smooth cheeks, no facial hair, perfectly straight and pearl white teeth, thin lips. No tattoos or piercings. Light tan skin from mixed parents.

I never considered myself white, and no Hispanic. My mother was Mexican and my father Scots-Irish, but either way I was treated with disdain by both sides as I wasn't entirely anything. For that I took myself over to the Army in the hopes that it would square me out and I was able to build myself up into a better man. It worked; I was a strong, popular, and strong man, somehow blessed with good looks. I wasn't a flaunter, but some would call me a man-whore, but that was because I was.

I was a smooth talker that coupled with the good looks almost guaranteed me a chance with any woman. I preferred women in the service, thinking they were awesome in those tight fitting uniforms. There were plenty of white women that were somehow infatuated with my slightly tinted skin, but I didn't mind and I certainly didn't mind some wearing wedding bands. It was all for fun and we would go and do our romps and go our separate ways with all smiles.

This particular night, there was a get together at Battalion and I turned out in my ACUs to see what all the bother was. It was a Christmas Party, but the brass wanted us in uniform, for some reason, I guess to curb our alcohol content. I don't know, there was no explaining what was going through the heads of some people, but I was there, prim in my uniform showing my rank as well as my Air Assault Badge. There were two tours in Iraq under my belt, but most of the time it was spent trying to figure out what to do on our FOB.

I was thirsty and tired from PT this morning of three miles in our interceptor vests and finding the punch bowl took a plastic cup and filled it to the brim with the dark red liquid and took a satisfying sip and felt it rolling down my throat. Oh, so good.

 

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Most of these parties were pretty laid back, lots of smiles and hand shakes. This is where people would bring their wives, their husbands, no children though but it was a rather boring experience. I knew that there were groups being formed that, once this ended, would carpool to one of the nearby bars or strip clubs.

We've been back from Iraq for quite a while, but there were alot of rumors that we were to be deployed soon, but no orders were given from up on high so I didn't regard any rumors of it as possible but kept my rucksack in my closet ready to roll. That's what drove alot of people to be this way, partying like there is no tomorrow, because there might not be. Looking around I see so many young people, 18 years old, fresh from high school and basic with their newly weds and I couldn't help but smile. That wasn't me, I loved the Army, loved the people in it, but I couldn't find myself being married. Came close once. Her name was Jessica, real pretty woman, but her parents, well, they didn't like me being mixed to their pure Scots heritage. Three years of pleasure and love gone because of some old hag and her idealogy.

I guess that sank deep into my roots and the end to get some sort of revenge by going to bed, or anywhere that granted privacy, with women that caught my eye. I used protection, but I couldn't think about that because I would see the pretty faces, some women were, what you could describe as mature, others young 18 or 19 and there were women, black, white, hispanic, mixed such like men; skinny, plump, busty, tiny, there were all sorts, it was like going to a store and looking around and trying to find one that suited my fancy, but I usually waited for one or a few to come my way so I stayed by the punch bowl, slowly sipping on the liquid.

 

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Even though I enjoyed the Army these parties were pretty boring but once guys would get off base they would throw parties that would be the envy of those you see on the movies which is why we tried to find someone that lived out in the middle of nowhere instead of in the apartments that way we could be loud and cause a ruckus before the police were called and by that time most of us had disappeared into the darkness.