JIGGS
by
Bobjj123
Quenton McAllister had been known as Jiggs for as long as he could remember. It was a family thing, something in his Irish background probably, and from his family the nickname simply spread to the small community in the interior of Alaska where he had been born and raised. Jiggs had excelled in many ways in his youth. . .in sports, it school, and socially!
He had lived a carefree youth free of drugs or vices in the community and remained a virgin; not because he had any great moral or religious restraints but because there were no eligible girls in his community. Mabel was a year older but she had been into a serious relationship with an older guy.
It was obvious to Jiggs that he would have to leave his community if he were ever to find a full and complete life. His school grades were good enough to gain him admission to most any college or university and he was eligible for some scholarship monies but his family could offer no support and he simply couldn't afford college.
It was when the military recruiters came to his school that he saw his opportunity. In return for four years in the Coast Guard, he could get paid to attend a university and get his sought after degree. He had talked to the recruiter at length and extracted a promise that he would be assigned to the Alaska area after he'd completed basic training.
Jiggs had gone off to his boot camp in high spirits and found the life of a basic training sailor to be relatively easy. Again, he excelled and stood at the top of his class. From basic training, he was sent to a special school to learn communications, i.e., radio, landline, internet, etc.,
It had been nearly a year since he'd joined the Coast Guard when Jiggs was ready for his first duty station and he'd looked forward to returning to Alaska. Then, his orders arrived and Jiggs found out a fact of life in the military. He had been assigned to the Coast Guard station on Bear Island.
He had been stunned. . .Bear Island was not on the mainland of Alaska! It was not even in the Aleutians! It was closer to Russia than to Alaska! He recalled something about the island being only 1½ miles long and ½ a mile wide. Still, it was Alaska and the Coast Guard had lived up to their agreement.
After two weeks with his family, Jiggs had set off to his new duty station. It was not an easy trip as he traveled to Dutch Harbor by commercial airline; then, to the Coast Guard Station there and waited for any available transport. A week passed and Jiggs was now AWOL and subject to disciplinary action - except nobody seemed to much care.
Then, a fishing boat was headed towards Bear Island and he arranged to travel with her and a week later, he reported into his new duty station. His new commanding officer, a washed out looking woman who appeared like 20 miles of bad road; a Lieutenant, took his orders and assigned him to a room. And to the Communications Division.
Jiggs surveyed his new home with some disdain. His Division Chief Petty Officer had been friendly enough as he advised Jiggs that there was a hot girl behind every tree on Bear Island. Jiggs gave a polite chuckle as he realized that there were no trees on Bear Island.
When the Coast Guard had abandoned it's loran station a few years previous to Jiggs arrival, the base compliment had been cut from a high of seventy five to twenty three and on his arrival, he found everyone had a private room with comfortable accommodations.
That first night, at dinner, he met the entire base compliment - twenty three men and women including the crew of the 110 foot patrol boat that was tied up to the pier. He noted that the food was well prepared and tasty. He ate his dinner alone as twenty two other members of the crew chatted and joked and seemed to enjoy themselves.
The next morning at 0500 hours, he reported to his first duty assignment. . .mess cooking. His duty was to wash dishes, clean up the galley and dining room, and do whatever the cook told him to do. It was heavy, hard work and he endured it as he sampled the cooks best work and ate very well.
Gradually, Jiggs grew familiar with the small base and with the people who lived there. Each day he reported for work on time, performed well and was readily accepted by the cook and baker. To the rest of the crew there he might as well have been wallpaper.
A month passed, then two. Five of the crew were transferred out and five were returned by Coast Guard aircraft. It was then that Jiggs had been assigned new duties with the Communications Division. He was in charge of base communications for eight hours each day, rotating so that each fourth day he was free of duty.
Suddenly, the crew had become more friendly as he assumed his new duties. He was accepted! No longer a second class citizen, a lowly mess cook, he had assumed his rightful place in communications.
Jiggs noted with satisfaction that two young women had been assigned to replace him as mess cooks. He also noted that one was quite comely.
Then more new people arrived to replace people who would be leaving shortly. There were over thirty at dinner now! Then, suddenly, Jiggs was promoted to Petty Officer 3rd Class. He was no longer the junior member of the Communications Division.
As he grew more familiar and comfortable with his life on Bear Island, Jiggs found himself bored. At least when he'd been mess cooking he wasn't bored. He began to walk about the island and inspect it's many facets. He found the island had a beauty of it's own. A good sized stream seemed to abound with Arctic Char and he often fished for fun, releasing his catches back to the stream.
It was as he was returning from a fishing expedition that he heard it! He heard sobbing coming from down among the rocks by the shore. His curiosity piqued, he moved in the direction of the sobbing. A minute later, he stepped around a big boulder and nearly on to one of the new mess cooks - the comely one! She was indeed the one who was crying!
"Whoa lady! What's the matter? Name's Jiggs and I'm here to help! The girl looked up at him and as heir eyes met he saw both fear and contempt in hers. "What're you doing here? Getting so a girl can't have her privacy anywhere any more!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to intrude! You sounded like you could use some help."
"I hate this place and the people and the job. . . "
"Hey! I was a mess cook just before you came and I know it's tough. The rest of the crew hardly knows you're alive. What's your name?
"See, I've been here and you don't even know my name."
"I was hoping to change all that. Why don't you smile and tell me your name again?"
With a smile she replied, "Dana Contessi."
"Well Dana, I was touring our island and I'd sure like some company. Would you join me on a walk to the point?"
"Where's the Point?"
"Damned if I know but let's walk anyway."
It felt good, in the company of a girl, as they walked and talked and got to know each other. That night, they sat together at dinner and enjoyed the privacy that the rest of the crew provided them to get to know each other. Dana's spirits had improved significantly and she seemed to be a normal high spirited teenager as te sat watching television.
From that day on, whenever their work schedules permitted, Dana and Jiggs were together and as they grew to trust each other, they bonded in a close friendship. Jiggs was actually happy with his lot on Bear Island and Dana was learning to enjoy her life there as well.
It was when Dana was reassigned from mess cooking to duty in the engineering division that things began to change. Dana, having emerged from the duties of mess cooking, had become part of the working crew and as such her circle of friends began to widen. Being cute and of a pleasant nature, the men in the crew began to take notice and seek her company.
There was no sudden change but Jiggs and Dana began to see less of each other and their close camaraderie faded. Jiggs watched the emotional chasm grow between them with horror. Dana had been his first real girl friend and she was no longer there.
Late at night, on boring duty, he thought of her and his thoughts began to turn erotic. . . In his bed, he felt his body quicken and his penis rise to full erection as his thoughts of Dana turned erotic. He'd had wet dreams before but none so vivid and none with a specific woman.
With Dana either working or off with other friends, Jiggs began to walk again. . . to explore the island. It was already autumn and the first freezes had turned the landscape to a new scene as he walked while his mind was deep in thought. Then, the first snow came. The days were short and getting shorter. Winter had set in.
Now, with the change in the weather, Jiggs took to his room where he began to study for his next advancement in rating; then, a second correspondence course in Calculus and finally a third in chemistry. His life took on a sedentary style as he worked, ate, studied and slept.
Then, with the holidays come and gone, he found himself in a maudlin mood, not really caring about anything. Even his erotic dreams seemed to have faded. Life was work, eat, study and sleep!
So it was in late January, after months of total darkness and with months still to go, that he was in his room as usual when he had a knock on his door. He did not turn from his desk and studies as he called, "Come in ."
As the door opened, Dana's voice called out, "Are you decent?" and entered.
Jiggs turned to see his visitor as his emotions fought for control. Was he glad to see her or was he pissed at her for dumping him? He faced her still sitting, surprised to see her standing there. He did not speak.
It was Dana who broke the ice. "Look, you've been holed up here in your room for months and I know it's not like you. What's the matter?"
"Guess I'm just not interested in being with the crew."
"Well, How about me? We used to spend a lot of time together and I was beginning to like you a lot! Don't you care about me any more?"
"Dana, I'm just the poor dumb bastard that thought you'd dumped me for the fun and good times with the crew."
"Why would I dump you? You're my only friend here!"
"I don't know. Maybe it was because you were always with them and I was alone."
Then, Dana said, "Well, we're gonna' change all that right now. . .starting this minute! Walk with me."
"Outside? It's 26 degrees below zero out there and there's a wind."
"Yeh! Sounds like fun! There's a place down in the rocks that I'd like to visit."
"I know the place. Let's go."
An hour later, with only northern lights to illuminate their way, the pair moved together, comfortable in their heavy parkas and suits. Jiggs broke a trail through the occasional snow drifts as they moved swiftly towards that spot where they'd met before. Then, they were there.
As Jiggs turned to face Dana he found her serious and wanting to talk as they moved to sit on a rock with their backs to the wind. Dana spoke, "There's something I want to tell you. You are my first real friend. I come from a broken home in the inner city where friends just weren't possible. I don't want to lose you!"
Jiggs was elated. He had been mistaken in his analysis and he volunteered, "Well, you're my first girl friend . . ." and explained about life in his home community.
"Are you saying that you're a virgin?"
"Yes."
"I wish I could say that. There have been other guys and the experiences were all bad. In the city, where I lived, sex was a way of life. Can you accept that about me?"
"It's all past. The girl I met here among these rocks is the only one I know."
Suddenly, Jiggs parka hood was pulled back and his head exposed to the weather as Dana planted a kiss on his lips. Surprised, he turned to embrace her and return the kiss but as quickly as the hood was removed, it was returned and he was very frustrated.
"Hot chocolate in the galley." Dana said and they moved together towards the warmth.
A few minutes later, back in their quarters, they sat at a dining room table eating a pastry and drinking their hot chocolate; their friendship renewed as they conversed intimately together.
As they sat, Jiggs felt something had changed between them; something nice and cosy and comfortable that he couldn't define. There was much about women that Jiggs couldn't define so he simply sat enjoying the closeness of his first girl friend.
Strangely, he kept noticing Dana's hands as they frequently touched him and delivered some special sensual feeling! Her eyes seemed to be always on him. . . like she was trying to communicate something. It was all so new to him that Jiggs mind was on overload' and he found himself responding to pure emotion alone.
Then, warmed by the hot chocolate and with the lights turned out in the dining room, they arose to leave. Dana moved close to Jiggs and took his hand as she spoke, "I don't want to sleep alone tonight." Having spoken, she led him off towards her room. Jiggs offered no resistance.
They slipped quietly passed the Commanding Officer's quarters and the senior women's quarters. Had they known that their commanding officer had been preparing for bed when she glanced into the passage and saw Dana leading Jiggs to her room, they might have been concerned.
Had they known Chief Petty Officer Mimi Holeman just happened to be returning to her room when she saw the couple enter Dana's room, they might have worried.
What they considered their secret would be common knowledge by morning.
Dana led the way into her room quietly and only after they were in the room, together, did she turn on the light. She turned and drew Jiggs close lose in a tight embrace. She sought his eyes with her own and spoke, "I want to be with you tonight. I want you to make love to me."
Even knowing what was expected to happen when he went to her room, Jiggs, felt a jolt of lust as their eyes met and their bodies touched in the embrace. He was about to perform that almost sacred act which would initiate him into manhood! It was the act he prized above all others. It was with the woman who had selected above all others for her beauty, intelligence, sexual provocativeness, friendly way, and a million other reasons.
Suddenly, Dana had become the most precious, most beautiful, most desirable woman that Jiggs had ever known. As he realized this, he felt his body respond and his cock stiffen. Mostly, he dealt with his anticipation and fear of the unknown. He cursed his inexperience as tried to please her. Pleasing her was all that really mattered!
Dana, on the other hand, realized that this relationship was special - unlike any she had ever known before and she wondered if she would be able to give that special pleasure that she'd never known herself but knew was the ultimate goal of good sex.
They kissed - a long, lingering kiss that spoke of what lay ahead, Soon their lips parted and the kiss became a deep soul kiss. Then, they were embracing each other in a tight grasp as they felt each other's warmth through their clothing.
When they finally drew back from the kiss to regain their breath, their fingers quickly started unbuttoning each other's dungaree shirts. Their eyes met briefly, as their hands worked on the buttons, and exchanged lusty looks that lent an urgency to their actions. No words were spoken.
Then, as their shirts and undershirts fell to the deck in disarray, they moved together again and kissed - this time they felt the soft flesh of each others exposed upper torsos and their passions rose in response.
"You feel good!" Jiggs said.
"You like. Reach behind me and loosen my bra,"
Jigs did as instructed and with surprising little effort the clasps came loose. Then, he found himself facing two rather perfectly formed breasts topped with erect little nipples. They weren't big. . . Jiggs had seen enough girlie magazines to know that but he decided they were beautiful anyway.
Suddenly Jiggs felt himself being driven backwards on to the bed. Then, there on the bed, he moved to provide space for Dana who moved in beside him.
Then, it was time for Jiggs to explore and expand his knowledge and he did so tentatively, touching and caressing under Dana's tutelage. As his hands moved over her naked breasts, Jiggs was sure that he'd never touched anything so soft and delicate and he lingered, enjoying each sensation.
As Dana lay, being adored, she said, "You can kiss them and suckle them if you like." Jiggs immediately applied his mouth to her breasts and nipples and learned to give pleasure under Dana's direction. . . .
When his hands began moving down and across her belly, Dana again offered assistance to help him gain the familiarity he sought. By this time, she realized that while she had been with a number of guys, she'd never been treated like Jiggs was treating her. She was more turned on already than she'd ever been.
It was shortly after she felt Jiggs fingers gently massaging her exposed clit that she suddenly decided that she wanted him in her. She wanted to feel him deep in her. . . as close as two people can get! There was an urgency to her actions as she began pressing for Jiggs cock to fill her.
"Jiggs! It's time! Come and fuck me. . . ." She cried out.
Hearing her words, Jiggs began to comply with her wishes as he moved awkwardly over her and settled between her splayed knees. Then, there was the problem of aligning his long tool with her opening. . .no one had ever mentioned this awkward moment to him before. He wondered if there was a better way. . . Then, just as he was about to admit defeat his cock head slipped neatly into her love channel and slid to it's fullest exception.
He hesitated as they came fully together and reveled in the fact that he was now a man! He smiled with satisfaction.
Beneath him, Dana saw the smile and was glad! As their tryst had progressed, she had realized that she was quite experienced at screwing' but had no experience at loving'. Jiggs was showing her new pleasures by the moment.
After a time of closeness, Jiggs moved. . .whether by accident or some natural instinct, he began a slow, easy thrusting that brought manifest pleasure. Again, whether by accident or some primordial instinct his exciting moves seemed to come naturally. He was good!
All too soon, Jiggs felt his fluids rising in his scrotum and called out, "I'm gonna' cum!"
Dana, aware of the diaphragm in place in her uterus, cried, "Me Too! Shoot that load of yours into me!"
As they peaked together and rode the wave of orgasm down from it's high, Dana expected Jiggs to pull away and go to the bathroom but he didn't. As he settled on to her belly with his man-meat still fully embedded in her.
So it was when they awoke the next morning and Jiggs barely had time to return to his room, shave, shower, dress and report for work. An hour later, he received a summo0ns from Master Chief Holeman's office where he found Dana also waiting.
Minutes later, MCPO Mimi Holeman called them to her in a rage. She said that both their reputations had been ruined; they had acted prejudiced to the good order of the station and what if Dana were pregnant. She spoke in her sternest manner with a good show of temper as befitted her duty.
Wen Jiggs spoke to defend Dana, the older CPO interrupted to say, "Did I tell you to talk? You're here to listen! She would accept no defense.
Twenty minutes later, MCPO Mimi Holeman watched the two young people depart her office. Her demeanor changed and she remembered when she was younger. . . there had been times! Those two kids were in love and, once they had embarked on an affair, there'd be no stopping them - the best she could hope for was to protect them.
It was just after lunch when Jiggs got a summons to the Commanding Officer's office. There, as he faced the older woman who held his fate in her hands, he heard her say, "The cutter is leaving for Dutch Harbor tomorrow morning at 0800 hours. Be on it. Until then, you are confined to your room with no visitors allowed. Is that clear?"
So, he left Bear Island without seeing his beloved Dana again. From Dutch Harbor, his orders took him to a weather ship in the Atlantic and duty far from his Alaska homeland. He was good sat his job and promoted again before his re-enlistment. Then the years passed and Jiggs became a chief petty officer; then a senior chief petty officer.
There were other women in his life from time to time - none that really interested him! He still thought, occasionally, of Dana and wondered what had happened to her - if she had a good life?. . . if she had left the Coast Guard? . . . married perhaps?
Thirty years passed quickly and Jiggs was facing retirement. It was not something he looked forward to. . .with no family and no civilian friends, he foresaw nothing to interest him for the rest of his life.
Then, as he was reading the Coast Guard Times, he hit upon an idea. The following week, and for a month thereafter, the following add ran in the Personals' section.
SEEKING INFORMATION
Wish to contact DANA CONTESSI.
Last known duty- Bear Island, 19xx
Contact Quenton [Jiggs] McAllister @ box 123456
He had several responses to the add with some information. She had finished her normal tour on Bear Island before being transferred to the Coast Guard Station at Alameda. Then her name resurfaced again some eight years later when she was reported to be a member of the crew of a buoy tender in Lake Michigan.
Jiggs had about given up hope of ever finding her as he reviewed his ad in the Personals' section for the last time. Then, for some reason another ad caught his eye.
Seeking JIGGS MCALLISTER
last known duty sta - Dutch Harbor
Contact Dana CONTESSI
box # 7898654
And they lived happily ever after.
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