Armand had basically set up sex dates for me with these women, and neither did not seem to mind. I was eager to see what Justine was like. After Arman... left her apartment, Justine and I had a drink and she jumped right to the chase. “Do you like to fuck?” she blurted out. I nearly choked on my drink. Before I could answer, she said, “Because I like to fuck. Not make love, just fuck, you know?” Her accent and her bravado started something in my pants that I knew I would need soon. “Yes, I do. Kelly was wearing a flannel shirt that was a snug fit on her. She left off the bra and had the shirt unbuttoned that one extra button that allowed a great view of her tits.Kelly had skipped lunch and we were both hungry. We had dinner at a small bar and restaurant. We sat at the bar. Kelly got three drinks down pretty quickly. Lots of appreciative stares from the men nearby but it was too early in the evening to think anything crazy would happen in that place. Kelly let me know that it was. ”Ready for dessert?” she teased.”Oh yeah,” I replied.She got up and went to the counter, returning with a slice of pie. She put it down in front of me. My look of disappointment must have been obvious.”Oh, were you expecting something else?” she asked.”Well... kinda,” I replied.She moved the plate over, straddled my lap and turned her ass to me. She bent over with her bare, wet pussy peeking out under the mini skirt.”How about this?” she teased. I leaned forward and licked her slit. She giggled. I'll have to go to the 4 year college next semester if I want to keep going." Great! We can probably get you signed up as a PFC then and you'll make some really good money right off the bat. You could start at about $1700 a month while you were in Basic and Advanced training, plus housing and subsistence allowances. While you lived in the barracks and ate at the mess hall you wouldn't receive the housing and subsistence. If you lived off post you would get them in addition to your base.