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My Man!

By: LeftyD



It was a cold December night. It was snowing really hard that night, we built a fire and laid down to watch a dirty movie. He got the baby oil and massage oil. We both removed our clothes and he started giving me the best massage. As he rubbed my back his knee was pressed against my pussy. 

All I could do was hump it up and down. He then turned me over and started rubbing my boobs. Kissing and licking them oh so softly. He grabbed hold of my titty with his teeth so that it hurt. I squirmed in pain. his fingers were flicking my clit and driving me crazy. he inched his way down kissing each breast, my belly button, down around my pubic patch. his tongue went down each thigh, and back up again. as his tongue flick me I couldn't hold it back any more. He had grabbed my dildo and turned it on and put it on my clit. He knew right where to put it because of watching my do it to myself. You see I love my vibrating dildo. 

I love to get my favorite dirty magazine and put it right on my clit until I come with a shaking orgasm. He played with my pussy until I had a shooting orgasm. I thought I had peed but it felt different, I knew I hadn't. I had just had my first gushing orgasm. It was the best feeling in the world. It turned him on soooo much all he could do at that moment was shoot his cum all over my tits. I couldn't believe how much cum he shot all over me.

We laid there momentarily, breathing hard, sweating, we had both agreed that was the best sex in out lives. He then started playing with my pussy again, he got it soaking wet. rubbing up and down and sticking 1-2-3 fingers up my cunt. knowing just how far to put them in me. teasing my ass with his thumb. I sucked his cock all the way into my throat. It tasted so good I couldn't wait to taste his cum. I licked around the tip of it and watch the cum started cumming out of the top. 

He then got off of me, he said he had to cum inside of me. He teased me with his hard cock. Rubbing it up and down. almost putting it inside but not quite. I grabbed my dildo this time and as he stuck it in me, I had it on my clit. as he pounded me with his large manhood I was shivering from the dildo, Man, this was the best of both worlds. 

Frigging my clit while he pounded me, I again had a gushing orgasm. He came so hard he hurt me inside. After he came, I went down and sucked my cum off of his dick. my cunt was so tender that he could hardly flick my clit. sucking and licking until I was cumming in his face again. He laid there loving every minute of it. I now have gushing orgasm all the time. Its the best feeling in the world. he is the best lover a women could ever ask for. pleasing me was just a treat.

My Man in Uniform



I am sure there are plenty of women that love a man in uniform. Well I can definitely say the same thing, but for me it's more of an obsession, some might even call it a fetish. For me, seeing a handsome guy in uniform literally makes my knees weak, my head spin and my pussy always, and I do mean always, gets moist, very moist. The thought of being with a handsome tall man dressed in uniform drives me absolutely crazy with lust and desire.

So for all you men in uniform, this one is for you...

Although we have never met, we are each finished with work for the day, and we both decide to stop at a watering hole. And although I am sure you're probably not permitted to frequent bars in uniform, today you made an exception. You are already sitting at the bar enjoying your beer when I enter. As I walk through the door, I pause for a moment and take a quick look around. My eyes are immediately drawn to you, and seeing a tall handsome man in uniform, I make my way towards where you are sitting. As I approach, you turn and look at me, slowly giving me the once over. Dressed in my mid-thigh length skirt, short sleeved blouse and 3"heels, I see you eyeing me and I slow down my stride, doing the same to you. I like what I see and apparently, so do you. Stopping at the bar stool next to you, I ask, "Is this seat taken?"

"It is now," you reply beaming a smile at me. 

I take a seat on the bar stool and cross my legs, noticing you looking at them and how my skirt slides up showing off more of my thighs as I do. The bartender comes over and takes my order. We sit for a few minutes not talking, but stealing little glances, catching each other's eye and smiling. It is obvious to both of us that there is an instant attraction. When my beer arrives, I take a long drink, downing about half of the bottle. I see out of the corner of my eye you are still watching me, and without looking at you I say, "It's been a very long day."

Hearing my words, and a very distinct English accent, you turn your head and respond with, "I guess so." I look at you and smile, knowing an English accent is the last thing you expected to hear.

As you look away, I look you up and down again... "Mmmm...my day is certainly looking up," I think to myself. 

We strike up a conversation, you caught up in my English accent, and at the same time, me mesmerized by your gentlemanly mannerisms and southern accent. We order a couple more beers and continue talking. As we sit and enjoy our drinks, we get to know a little more about each other.

After sitting at the bar for a while, I ask, "would you like to move to a table, as the barstool is making my behind numb?"

You smile and wink at me, "I have a remedy for that."

Having a very good idea what you are referring to, I take this topic further, "would you care to share your remedy with me?"

"Well, sweetheart, I would rather show you than tell you," you reply with a broad grin. I giggle at your response and reach over placing my hand on yours. Our eyes meet and we hold the stare for a few seconds without saying anything.

We move to a booth near the corner for some privacy, and instead of sitting across from me, you sit next to me. I am somewhat surprised by you doing this, but certainly am not complaining. As you lean down to slide in, I inhale deeply and can detect the remnants of your cologne. Mmmm, very nice. We continue talking, and the conversation quickly takes on a very flirtatious tone. Little comments here and there...me saying how much I am drawn to men in uniform, you saying how much you appreciate a nice pair of long sexy legs. To my surprise, I blush and look away, and I hear you chuckling, telling me how you didn't expect a sexy woman like me to blush at a simple compliment like that. 

After another couple of beers, we are sitting even closer together. With your arm on the back of the seat, you occasionally touch a few strands of my hair and run your fingers through it. While you touch my hair, I can't help but think how it would feel to have you taking a handful of my hair, gently pulling my head back and kissing my neck. With these thoughts running through my mind, I lose focus on what you are saying and have to ask you to repeat yourself. You can tell I am distracted and ask me to tell you what I was thinking about. Normally I would shy away from confessing those thoughts to someone I had just met, but since we've had a few drinks, and with a little liquid courage, I look into your eyes as I tell you. 

Before I have a chance to say anything else, you do just that. As you lean down and gently kiss my neck, it sends shivers all through me. You take a few seconds kissing my neck and move up towards my earlobe. Since I always enjoy my neck kissed it makes me feel completely vulnerable to you, and I let out a long deep sigh. Pulling back from me, you let go of my hair and trail your finger down my cheek, stopping with it under my chin, lifting it up slightly. I expect you to kiss me, but instead you silently look into my eyes. You smile at me and I feel my face flush again. "Whew! What a rush!" I think to myself.

You can tell you caught me by surprise but also that I enjoyed it very much. "Darlin', there's much more when that came from," you say quietly just before downing the last of your beer. 

Unsure of what to say, I finish my beer also. With the idea planted in my head, you can almost see the wheels turning...you know I am seriously thinking about your last words.

"May I buy you another drink?" you ask me with a reassuring smile.

I laugh at your question, "That's funny...I was just about to ask you the same thing...and yes, I would love another, thank you." I continue on, "I was also contemplating asking you if you would like to go somewhere else..."

Raising your eyebrows at me, you are curious as to what I am referring to. Before I can say anything else, you place your hand on my thigh just above my knee and gently caress it as you lean closer to me, "well, I was wondering if you would have dinner with me?"

"That sounds lovely, thank you," I reply enthusiastically, accepting your invitation not knowing what you have in mind, and not even thinking to ask.

"I know of a nice quiet place that is very cozy and I happen to know the chef personally," you say quietly, while looking deep into my eyes.

"Hmmm, we're going to have some special treatment," I think to myself.

As we leave the bar and you tell me to follow you. "Which vehicle is yours?" and I point towards it. You escort me towards a few vehicles and think I was pointing to an SUV, but I walk past it to the truck parked adjacent to it. "You drive that big thing?" you say very surprised as you see me opening the door of a Crew Cab white Chevy Truck. "That's not at all what I was expecting you to drive, but I do like it, although it is a Chevy." Choosing not to answer, I can only guess that you drive a Ford...the typical rivalry being demonstrated by your comment.

As I hop up inside, you see how high I have to hike up my skirt and take a moment to look at my legs again. I close the door, then roll down the window, "Ready...let's go" I say cheerfully.

You walk over to a big red Ford Truck and with a cocky tone of voice, you yell back to me, "follow me, but also try and keep up!" I see you follow your statement with a wink then you climb into your truck.

Driving down the road, I can see you checking your side and rear view mirrors making sure I am still following you. I'm not even paying attention where we are going...all I can think about is you kissing my neck, the warmth of your mouth, how your hand felt gently pulling my hair. I smile as I think to myself how when I told you about it, you immediately did it. Mmmm...it wasn't at all what I was expecting you to do, but I enjoyed it very much. I see you turn into a driveway and I pull over along side the curb. Even before I have a chance to climb out, you are already at my door, opening it and offering me your hand to assist me getting out, "Allow me," you say offering me your hand.

"Did I miss something?" I ask with a slight look of confusion on my face.

"I shouldn't have been out at the bar still in uniform and want to change before we go anywhere," you reply. I laugh a little as I think to myself how slick you are, getting me to come back to your house. And being the smart ass that I am, I say exactly that to you. You respond with only a smile as you take my hand and lead me up the driveway towards the door. "Do you mind being here while I change?" you say eyeing me up and down again.

"Nah, it's no big deal...I don't mind it at all."

As we enter your home, you turn to me, "would you like a drink?" you ask disappearing down the hall.

I slowly follow you, taking in my surroundings, "sure, sounds great...thanks." Much to my liking, you hand me a beer, the same brand I was drinking at the bar.

"Would you like a tour?" you ask.

Surprising even myself, I answer with "only if you're going to show me your bedroom."

You respond quickly and just as blatant, "do you want to see that first or last?" I grin as I look at you without answering your question. I lean back resting my ass against the arm of your couch and take a long drink of my beer, my eyes moving over you, from head to toe and back up again. We continue to stare at each other, unsure of who will make the first move.

"So tell me, did you have any intention of taking me to dinner or was it just an excuse to get me to your house?"

You chuckle at my question, "I do still want to take you out, but coming home is a necessary detour so I can change." I put my beer down and slowly walk towards you. For a girl, at 5'10" I am quite tall and even with my 3"heels, you still tower over me. Feeling a little intimidated by your 6'6" height, I get goosebumps all over me and I see your eyes drop down to my tits. I know you are looking at my nipples, and that they are hard and pressing against my bra and blouse. 

Resting my hands on your chest, I look up at you, "I would really like my tour now...and I think you know what should be the first stop." Grinning at my boldness, you take a hold of my hand. I reach over and grab a hold of my beer before we leave the room. You lead me down the hall, and I can't help but smile the whole way. When we enter your bedroom, I put my beer down and take a look around. Mmmm, I like it...nice matching furniture, a TV on the dresser, a chair in the corner, and a very big bed. I watch you as you walk over to the closet, and before I can stop myself I blurt out, "I hope you aren't going to change."

You turn to face me, and smile as I slowly begin to unbutton my blouse. Opening it just a little, you can see the lace of my bra, so delicate and at the same time so very sexy. My heart pounds in my chest as I think to myself, "I must be crazy. What am I thinking?" Unsure if I should continue my seduction, I turn my back to you and pick up my beer, downing the rest of it. My sexual urges, as well as the several beers, take over my better judgment and I reach down, pulling my blouse out of my skirt, then slide if off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I turn to face you and I see your eyes widen as you see my large 38DD tits.

As I start to move closer to you again, you smile, "Stay where you are...I want to take a few moments to take you all in."

I stand motionless and watch you as your eyes move up and down my body. I see a sly grin creep over your face, and I blush slightly. You walk over to me and lean down to kiss me. You wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer to you, my tits pressing against your chest. Our kiss is so very passionate, our tongues probing, exploring each other's mouth. Sliding your hand up my back, you take a handful of my hair and gently pull it back, making me tilt my head and arch my back slightly. You whisper, "God, you are so sexy."

In response to your words, I push my body harder against you. I immediately feel how hard you are and my desire to have you gets even stronger than it already is. 

I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and I can't believe that one of my fantasies is actually coming true. You pull back from me and place your hands on your shirt to unbutton it. I take a hold of your wrists and tell you, "not yet". I reach behind me and unzip my skirt. Wiggling my hips to get it off, I slide it down my hips and let it fall to the floor.

You grin at me, "what do you have in mind Babe?" I step out of my skirt and you again give me the once over several times. I see the look of satisfaction on your face when you admire me dressed in only my lace bra and matching panties.

I take a step closer to you and whisper, "ever since I was a teenager, I have always had a fantasy about being with a man in uniform. And even though I have dated guys who wear a uniform, this has to be by far the most exciting experience I have ever had, and it's only just begun."

"Why is that?"

"Meeting you in the way we met, and coming back to your place with only one thing on both our minds is so incredibly arousing..." I say my words trailing off.

I again rest my hands on your chest, and slowly slide them upwards and onto your shoulders. As I rest my hands at the back of your neck, my tits push against your chest. We make eye contact and keep our eyes fixed on each other, both of us seeing the lust and desire increasing. I slide my hands upwards and run my fingers through your hair, gently pulling you to me, kissing you. Our lips quickly part and our tongues wrestle, pushing into each other's mouth, feeling, tasting. You wrap your arms around me and squeeze me tight, holding me close to you. I pull away from you, but taking your hand I walk towards your bed. Without removing my shoes, I climb onto your bed, kneeling at the edge, still holding your hand. You place your hands on my shoulders and slip two fingers underneath the straps of my bra, pulling on them, making them slide down a little. 

My breathing quickens and I feel like your every touch sends shockwaves all through me. I reach around me and unhook my bra, but don't take it off...I leave that for you. Looking into my eyes you smile as you slide my bra off. Letting it fall, you immediately take a hold of my tits, cupping them, feeling their weight, almost as if you are mentally trying to gauge how heavy they are. I rest my hands on your thighs and slowly move them up and down, nearing but not touching your cock. I can already see you are rock hard, the bulge in your pants is very evident. I lick my lips in anticipation as I feel your fingers and thumbs gently pinching my nipples. I look up and give you a sweet, innocent smile...teasing and toying with you. It is already apparent that although I am sweet, I am far from innocent. 

I lean back and rest my ass on my heels. With your cock bulging, I slowly unbutton your pants and sliding them down just enough, I take a hold of your hard cock in my hand. Mmm, the heat emanating from you is incredible. Gently holding you, I stroke you up and down the length of your cock, my other hand cupping and caressing your balls. Taking your cock to my mouth, I lick very slowly all around the head, gradually working my way down the length of your shaft. Glancing up at you, I see that you're watching me very intently. Taking a little tighter hold of your cock, I open my mouth and suck just the tip. Sucking on you, I close my eyes enjoying the feeling of having you moving between my lips. As I quicken my pace, I suck a little more of your shaft into my mouth, and gradually increasing the pressure. 

Mmm, you feel so good. I can feel your hands gently resting on my head, your fingers running through my hair. Placing both hands on your ass I pull you to me as I move my head towards you, devouring more of your cock. The feeling of you slipping between my lips is exhilarating and I suck you harder and a little faster, and hearing you moan with pleasure only excites me more. After sucking your cock for a little while longer, I slowly pull you from my mouth and look up at you and smile, and stroking you with my hand. "Babe, your mouth feels fabulous...the kissing...the licking...and oh god, the sucking..." Although I know I give good blowjobs, I still blush slightly. Seeing my cheeks redden, you bend over to kiss me. 

Our lip still locked together, you stand back up, pulling me up with you, holding me against you, kissing me very passionately. Your hands move up and down my back, gently squeezing my ass. As you continue to kiss me, you gently push me backwards, leaning your body against mine. As I lay down, I slide my panties off and kick them off my foot towards you, giggling as I do. I slide all the way up the bed and you give me the once over several times, observing me wearing only my 3" heels. I lean back on my elbows and close my legs, my high heels accentuating my long legs. You get a sly but pleasing smile on your face as you get a glimpse of my already wet and glistening pussy. I feel my face getting hot as lay there, but at the same time, a chill comes over my body making my hard nipples ache. You pause for a moment before slowly climbing on the bed and laying on top of me. 

You whisper to me, "Darlin', for a long time I've been thinking about finally seeing me, tasting me, being with me and having your way with me." I look at you a little puzzled. You chuckle and continue, "I've seen you entering the bar a time or two before and decided that I absolutely had to meet you...I had hoped that we might end up together like this, but never expected it to happen so quickly." I pull you to me and kiss you, feeling the weight of your body on mine. You push your hips against mine, your cock pressing hard against me and I wrap my arms and long legs around you holding you tight. As you kiss me, I feel my urgency for you increasing and our kisses become more intense. I love the way your tongue feels darting in and out of my mouth, the way your lips feel as I trail my tongue across them. 

I close my eyes and enjoy you kissing my neck, gently nibbling and biting me. God, how I love that. Very slowly, you make your way down my body, stroking, caressing, kissing and licking me all over. As you reach my tits, you make sure to pay special attention to them, playing with them, flicking your tongue over my hardened nipples, sucking and licking on me. The longer you keep your attention on my tits, the wetter I feel my pussy becoming. I moan quietly as I feel your teeth on my nipples, nibbling and gently tugging on them as you draw them outwards between your lips. As I feel little twitches moving through my body, I arch my back in response to you, and the incredible feelings you're giving me make me moan even louder. After you have me even more aroused you resume kissing and licking your way down my body. 

When you reach my stomach, you push yourself up onto your knees and look down at me, your hands still caressing me. Your touch is electrifying and it makes me tingle all over. I open my eyes and see you watching your hands as they glide all over my thighs, down to my knees on the outside and back up towards my pussy on my inner thighs. I look at you and take in the incredible sight before me; you, an extremely handsome man in uniform, touching me, caressing me, wanting me as much as I want you. A huge smile creeps over my face. Wow! You look so incredible in your uniform, so tantalizing, so desirable, so god damned fuckin' sexy. All I can think about is how amazing it's going to be to feel you inside me. I've already had a sampling of your cock and now I want more. 

You see me smiling at you and ask, "What are you thinking?" All I can manage to do is smile and continue starting at you.

"What do you want Babe?"

"The only thing I want is you," I reply with a whisper.

"You're all I want too Darlin'...and now that I have you here, I'm going to get what I've wanted for so long." I giggle at your response, silently hoping you are going to go down on me. I start to tremble in anticipation as you continue stroking my thighs. I'm aching for you and I lift my hips up, silently inviting you to touch me. I jump a little as I feel your fingers lightly trailing over my shaven folds of skin. I feel like I'm on fire and the slightest touch from you makes me gasp. I watch you as you look down and gently part my silky soft lips. I notice a slight grin on your face as you see and feel how incredibly wet I already am. You move backwards and lower yourself so your face is only inches from my pussy. My entire body becomes rigid as I feel the heat of your breath on my thighs. Again, I jump when your hands touch me, which makes you chuckle a little.




My Man in Uniform



You whisper to me, "Relax Baby...I just want you to just lay back and enjoy what I'm going to do to you." Mmm, no problem. 

You look at my pussy, taking in the incredible sight. My inner thighs slightly wet, but my pussy totally covered with my creamy juices. You begin to run your tongue up and down my inner thighs, tasting a tiny bit of me. You lick and suck at my thighs getting closer and closer to my pussy, teasing me with each pass. I place both hands on your head, pulling you, guiding you, but you resist, driving me crazy. You run your tongue over my soft lips, tasting a little more of me, which makes you crave more of the nectar running out of me. You suck at my swelling lips, giving my clit an occasional flick. I moan loudly as I feel the heat of your mouth. You pause and look at me, grinning as you know your teasing is making me ache with desire. My clit and lips are swollen, so shiny with my juices. You flick your tongue directly across my clit. Again I jump, heaving my hips towards your face. You plunge your tongue deep into my pussy, your nose grinding onto my clit. 

You slurp the juices from deep inside me. I hear you moaning as you taste more and more of me. You lick and suck with a frenzy. You can't seem to get enough of me. I arch my back upward, grinding my pussy into your face. Your face is soaked with my juices, but you continue your oral onslaught. You slowly insert two fingers inside me and start rubbing my g-spot, all the while sucking my clit. It's only a matter of seconds and I start to cum, clamping my legs hard against your head. You keep working your fingers in and out and sucking on my clit until I can't take it anymore. Moaning even louder than before, my body trembles as you continue to devour me. You make me cum once more before you slowly remove your fingers from my pussy and lift your face away from me. Breathless, I lay on the bed as you slowly kiss your way up my body. As you lay on top of me, I kiss you hard, tasting myself on your face. 

Mmm, there's so much and it tastes so good. As I catch my breath, I hear you whispering to me, "Baby, I've wanted to feast on you for so long...you've got such a gorgeous and tasty pussy. I could dine on you for hours, savoring your taste, feeling you wiggle and squirm as I tongue fuck you. Mmmmm..." I kiss you again, holding you close. I can feel your hard cock pressing against my stomach and it makes me want you even more than before.

After a few minutes of caressing and kissing each other, I can't keep silent any longer, "I want to feel you inside me." You smile at me then push yourself up and slide your pants off. As you lay down onto me again, I wrap my legs around you, and feel your cock pushing against my pussy. I barely tilt my hips and I feel the head of your cock sliding into my tight wet pussy. I gasp as I feel you entering me ever so slowly, both of us enjoying the sensation of your cock gradually filling me. Once buried deep inside me, you slowly pull almost all the way out of me. Again, you slowly push your rock hard shaft inside me, kissing me hard as you do so. Oh God, you feel so incredible. Our bodies begin to move together as one, conforming and melding to each other, both of us moaning with immense pleasure. 

You gradually quicken your pace, driving your cock harder into me. I lift my hips up, meeting your thrusts. You lift yourself up and position yourself on your knees. Draping my thighs over yours, you lift my ass up from the bed, making me arch my back. With a firm grip on my hips you look down and watch your cock sliding in and out of my pussy. You occasionally look up at me, seeing my tits bouncing as you pound in and out of me. Taking a hold of my tits, I start to play with my nipples, squeezing them, pinching them, pulling on them a little. This only heightens my state of arousal and I begin to moan a little louder, feeling my orgasm building up within me. 

I squeeze my pussy tighter onto your cock, forcing you to push harder into me and I hear you moan as you feel the increased pressure.

"You're gonna cum soon, aren't you Baby?"

All I can muster is a mumbled, "Yes".

You keep talking, "your pussy feels awesome Darlin'...it feels so great to finally be able to fuck you...its even more perfect that I had ever imagined." I let go of my tits and grip the blanket on the bed, twisting and pulling at it, trying to get even more of you as I start to cum. I arch my back and moan loudly as my body becomes rigid and my pussy spasms uncontrollably. Gasping for air, my body writhes and shudders as waves of ecstasy consume me. I hear you talking to me but can't make sense of the words. I manage to open my eyes to see you smiling at me as you feel my body respond to your touch. 

You caress my thighs for a few moments then lean over kissing me. I fold my arms around your neck and pull you down onto me. As we kiss, you continue sliding your cock in and out of my pussy. You kiss and nibble on my neck as I gradually catch my breath. I feel so relaxed and I can't seem to stop smiling. I whisper to you, "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel, Baby."

"Yeah? What have you got in mind for me?"

"I can keep cuming, over and over again, but I want you to cum too. I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to feel your cock throbbing as you fill my pussy with your cum."

You beam a smile at me and reply, "Darlin', as good as that sounds, I want to enjoy being with you a little longer before cuming...and with that being said, I want you to tell me how you want me to fuck you next."

Considering my two favorite positions, I ask, "well, would rather have me on top of you or have you behind me?"

You grin at me and kiss me, "We are on the same page Baby...you just gave me the choice of my favorites..."

"I guess we are...those are my favorites too!"

Before I have a chance to make a choice, you kiss me again and hold me tight, rolling over taking me with you. I giggle at you, "this wouldn't have been my first choice, but I'm certainly not complaining." I place my hands just above your shoulders and push myself up. Sitting up, I lean back and feel your cock filling me so completely. I close my eyes and slowly begin to rock back and forth. Oh God, you feel so incredible inside me like this. You rest your hands on my thighs and slowly caress me, gradually moving your hands across my stomach and up to my tits. Cupping them, you rub my nipples with your thumbs, sending little quivers coursing through my body. I open my eyes and look down at you. Damn, you are so incredibly handsome and make me feel so good. I rest my hands on your chest and start to slowly unbutton your shirt. As much as I love the sight of you wearing it, I want to feel your bare skin against mine. Marveling at your incredible chest, I run my hands all over you, lightly stroking and caressing you. I squeeze my pussy tightly onto your cock and I lean over pressing my body against yours, kissing you. Wrapping your arms around me, you hold me close to you as we both move slowly back and forth. 

Kissing you, I force my tongue into your mouth, letting you suck it for only a second before pulling away from you. I lift myself up a little and lean over positioning my tits above your face. Taking a hold of them, you squeeze and play with my nipples before opening your mouth and flicking your tongue back and forth from one to the other. I continue moving my hips, feeling your cock going in and out of my pussy. There's only so much of this I can take before I have to cum, and with the amazing sensations you're giving me, it's going to have to be soon. I push against you harder, and feel you start to fuck me faster. I feel my orgasm starting to build up deep inside me and I sit up. I reach down and spread my lips, putting my clit in direct contact with you and tilt my hips forward slightly. 

With my hips angles, I sit up, raising my arms and placing my hands behind my neck. I run my fingers through my hair, turning my head and closing my eyes, moaning slightly, showing you how much I love being on top, knowing that you're watching me and seeing me derive so much pleasure from you. You raise and lower your hips in rhythm with me, making me push down on you harder. Lowering my arms, I brace myself, resting my hands on your chest. I close my eyes and start to move my hips back and forth pushing down onto you. Oh God, you feel incredible and I move faster. It takes no time at all and I feel my pussy tightening and loosening all around your cock. You lower your hands and grab a hold of my hips holding me still as you feel my pussy squeezing your cock. Tilting my head back, I hold my breath as I feel my orgasm taking over and I moan loudly, my entire body shuddering from the intensity of it all. 

'Damn Baby!' is all you can say over and over again, and I collapse down onto you after experiencing my incredible orgasm. You wrap your arms around me and kiss my neck and shoulder. I lay on top of you, your cock still buried deep inside me and I feel my pussy occasionally spasming. It takes me a minute to catch my breath, and when I have it back I lift my head and kiss you.

Running your fingers through my hair, you smile at me, "up until now, I have only imagined what it would be like to have you...the difference between imagination and reality are so far apart Baby, you are truly remarkable."

I kiss you again, blushing slightly at your words, "I knew that being with you would be incredible too, but I have to agree with you; our imaginations could only take it so far."

You kiss me very gently, "Baby, I have got to taste that sweet pussy again...I want to lick and suck you until you cum again...and then I'm gonna fuck you hard until I cum."

"Mmm, sounds good to me," is all I can think of to say. You roll me over and slowly slide your cock out of me. Pushing yourself up and pausing briefly, you removing your shirt and take a moment to look at me appreciatively. As I stare up at you, not believing how incredibly gorgeous you are. I give you a little smile then move my hands down my body, caressing myself, spreading my legs wider for you. I part my lips and moan a little as my fingers touch my clit, then I slide my fingers towards my pussy. I slip my finger into my pussy feeling how wet I am. I pull it out and move it to my mouth. You reach down and grab my hand before I can taste myself, pulling my hand towards your mouth instead. You lick and suck my finger clean, savoring the taste. 

In anticipation of your mouth on me, my hips move up and down, silently beckoning you. You slowly kiss my neck, working your way down my body, gently sucking on my nipples as they harden again between your lips. Your hot breath sends shivers through me as I await your mouth on me. Again you pause, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of my pussy, and I close my eyes as I expect to feel your mouth on me at any second. You lower your head and brush your lips over me lips making me shudder. You extend your tongue just enough to lick me and I raise my hips to you. Responding to me, you lick me again, slipping your tongue between my lips, barely touching my clit. Moaning as your tongue touches my clit, I lift my hips higher. Instead of sucking my clit like I want you to, you put your hands on my lips, and part them slightly then dip your head further in between my legs, slipping your tongue into my pussy. Feeling the urgency for more of your tongue, I place my hands on your head and try to pull you closer to me, but you resist me, determined to take this at your own pace. 

Whimpering quietly, I remove my hands from your head. Resisting your own desire to bury your face in my pussy, you move away from me slightly and lick your lips. My pussy is so wet, that your chin and cheeks are already soaked with my juices. Lifting your head, you glide your tongue in between my lips, moving towards my clit. You flick it very slowly as I squirm around, trying to get as much of your tongue on me as I can. You grin to yourself, knowing how desperately I am wanting to have your entire mouth on me. Opening your mouth a little more, you lower it onto me, sucking gently on my clit, not quite enough to make me cum, but just enough to make me moan loudly. I think to myself, that you do indeed have a very talented tongue. 

You continue to suck my clit, applying a little more pressure and you slip one finger into my drenched pussy, slowly working it completely in and out of me. Tightening my pussy on your finger, I feel your tongue flicking over my clit as you continue to suck it. This feels so incredible and moaning louder, I thrust my hips to you as I cum. You intensify your pressure on my clit and push your finger harder into me, making me cry out. My body eventually relaxes as my orgasm ends, but that doesn't stop you. You pull your finger out of my pussy and slowly lick me from my clit to my pussy, sucking on my lips. You lift my hips up, bracing my ass with one hand, spreading my lips wider with the other, all so you can feast on my pussy. 

You thrust you face to my pussy, moving your head side to side, wiping my cum all over your face. You poke your tongue into my pussy, lapping the abundance of juices flowing from within me, sucking on me, wanting every drop. You move your hand to my pussy, pushing your finger into me, opening my pussy wider, giving you better access to me. More juices stream out of my pussy, trickling from your mouth and down your chin. Not wanting to let it get away, you turn your head, wiping your chin on my thigh, then licking it off. You resume licking and sucking my pussy, determined to take every drop I have. Sliding your finger into my pussy again, you push it into me completely, moving it in and out, getting it covered with my cum. You move your mouth back up to my clit, licking and sucking on it while you push your finger into me. 

Focusing my attention on your mouth, I cum again. Moving your finger in and out intensifies my orgasm and I push my hips harder against your hand. Writhing in ecstasy, my whole body spasms uncontrollably, my hips bucking up and down. Amazingly, your mouth stays firmly attached to my clit, ensuring my complete and total satisfaction. Utterly breathless, my body drops back down to the bed, your finger still pushed all the way into me, your mouth sucking my clit. I open my eyes to see you looking at me, and even though your mouth has not left my clit, I can tell you're smiling, grinning from ear to ear. 

Very slowly you pull your finger out of me and remove your mouth from my clit. You move above me, your face close to mine. I can smell my scent all over your face and pulling you down closer to me, I kiss you, drawing your tongue into my mouth, sucking on it hard. As you lay on top of me, I wrap my legs around you, licking your face, sucking the juices and flavor from you, tasting myself everywhere. I can feel your hard cock while you lay on top of me and I want to feel you inside me again; I want to feel you cum. 

Without saying a word, you look at me and smile then slide your cock into me. My whole body stiffens as I feel you entering me. Every time you reenter me, it feels like it's the first time all over again. You kiss me, your hands gently holding my head as you continue slowly moving your cock in and out of me. Gradually you begin to fuck me harder and faster. I hear your breathing quicken and your moans get louder as you thrust into me. I tilt my hips upwards giving you easier access to my pussy and I push against you. You drive your cock into my pussy a few last times before you hold it deep inside me. I squeeze my pussy onto your cock and feel you throbbing, your cock erupting and unleashing your cum into me. Oh my God...it doesn't seem like your ever going to stop cuming and I feel my pussy getting hotter the more cum you shoot into me. 

Breathless you let your body lay on mine. I close my eyes and gently caress your back as you relax. I feel you gradually softening and eventually your cock slips from my dripping pussy. You look at me and smile, then kiss me very gently and passionately. You look at me and whisper, "I have dreamed and fantasized about being with you...I can't tell you how happy I am it has finally happened."

Not saying a word, I just pull you to me, kissing you again. We lay together, caressing and kissing one another, until I begin to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking about dinner...how I am not remotely hungry, and since we just had dessert, we should just stay here for the rest of the evening."

You chuckle at my statement, "Umm Baby, the nice quiet place I told you about where I know the chef personally...well, that's here and he's me..."

Grinning mischievously at you I reply, "Ahh, I see, you're quite the sly one, aren't you? Well, as far as being a nice quiet place, I certainly changed the atmosphere didn't I?"

"That you did, Darlin'. But that's more than fine with me...I'm glad you weren't quiet, otherwise I wouldn't have known if you were enjoying yourself."

"Oh I certainly did enjoy myself...but I was wondering just one thing...may I have seconds on dessert?"



My Man Melissa



It was the first apartment they moved into. Carrie and Jay were way too excited. After they got all their stuff into the apartment they began to kiss very sexually. Jay's hands were in over-drive with taking Carrie's clothes off. Carrie was pulling at his hair and biting and licking his neck. 

Once Carrie was fully naked, Jay got on his knees and ate Carrie's pussy. She was slightly pressed against the wall and sweating as he licked fast but gently. Her hips automatically thrusted more of her vagina into his mouth. Soon enough she was humping his face. 

As the explosion swept throughout her body she forced his tongue into her as much as possible. He couldn't breathe but Jay didn't care. He didn't have to, not when he's performing. 

After Jay finished up his meal of cum, Carrie stood him up and pulled him by his dick into their room and onto their mattress on the floor. She laid him down and placed her slit on his mouth and went to work on his cock. They were in a full 69. Jay knew that Carrie was still sensitive from her orgasm so switched between her ass and the bottom of her pussy. 

Whenever they 69 they make sport out of it by trying to make the other cum first. Of course, Carrie always wins. Right as Jay thought he would make Carrie cream again his cock let out streams of his man juice into Carrie's throat. She swallowed it all without a problem.

Carrie sat up and began to ride Jay's face like a pony. When she felt like she was about to climax, she turned herself around and rode his dick. While fucking his brains out she traditionally puts her fingers in his mouth while he lightly pinches her nipples and massaged her breasts. 

"You like that don't you Jay?" She says. "You want a dick in that mouth so bad!" 

Jay can't help it. Since he was 16 he couldn't help but fantasize about being with men. Whether it was one, two or twenty, he just craved dick. In his mouth or in his hands, ass or in all of them at once, he just wanted it. 

Carrie always liked that about Jay. She was bisexual as well and had her share of lesbian encounters, especially sharing other women with Jay. 

Not before long, Carrie moaned as Jay tried to add his own thrusts to intensify their fucking. When he couldn't hold back any longer he wrapped his arms around her lower back and held her tightly as their cum collided inside of her. 

As usual, Carrie forced her cunt onto Jay's face to clean up. He ate the mixed juice until there was nothing left and sucked her dry. She got off of him and they took a nice long nap in their new home.

Two weeks later, after many days of organizing and many nights of making love and fuck, Carrie and Jay discussed where they wanted to spend the next night. 

"Well, we both hate it when other men hit on me while we dance, and I sure as hell hate it when women assume you're single, so lets go to that gay bar we read about in the paper." Keri said.

"Sounds good to me, but, can we bring anyone home with us?" Jay asked.

"Whatever happens, happens." Carried answered

Carrie went to her closet and gave Jay a short skirt and tank top to wear while she got dressed in his pants, shirt and her strap on. This is when Jay and Carrie reverse gender roles out of respect for their bisexual tendencies. Carrie always changes in the bathroom to create suspense while Jay just stands there, next to the bed, looking like a "cheap transsexual whore" as Carrie puts it. 

Once Carrie stepped into the room, Jay walked over to her and put his arms around her shoulders and they kissed with more tongue than usual. Carrie's hands wandered up Jay's skirt and noticed he was wearing his smooth and sexy thong that she bought him last Christmas. 

Carrie pushed a little on Jay's shoulders and he slowly worked his way down her body. He unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to find a realistic looking rubber dick just staring at him. Immediately he sucked on it while she played with his hair. Although she can't feel anything, Carrie moaned from the excitement and sexiness of the situation.

Jay couldn't help it any more, he stood up and pulled Carrie to the bed by her cock. He got on all fours and presented his ass to her. She bent down, pulled down his thong and began to lick his ass-gina. He moaned with pleasure to the feeling of her tongue playing with his hole but moaned louder when she fingered it. 

While she was two fingers deep into his "pussy" she began to lube up her dick with some KY and spread it about his ass as well. She poked at him for a while, teasing him, making him squirm until he would scream "FUCK ME!!!" 

When she did, she rammed it all in. He was used to the feeling and was quite loose already and she fucked his brains out as though he was a woman. After a few minutes she would pull out, turn him on his back and fuck him some more while she jerked him off. He ripped off the tank top right before he came all over himself. As usual he scooped it all up with his finger and ate every last drop. 

Carrie pulled out, took off the dildo and they slept deeply into the next morning.

When the night crept in they got ready to go out. They usually would shower together before going out to warm themselves up for whatever might happen later in the night. They both took a taxi to the club "Grand Central" which is gay club. The club consists of both male and female homosexuals, which is perfect for Carrie and Jay.

They immediately hit the bar to get their nights worth of a buzz. But no more than 10 minutes of just sitting, talking and checking everyone out, a man offered Jay a drink. Jay looked at Carrie for approval and he smiled bigger than the day they first kissed. 

The man was no taller than Jay at 5'10, slim with dark, long hair. His name was Mike but told Jay to call him "Melissa". The three of them talked for about half an hour. As they talked, Melissa would brush up against Jay, sometimes kiss him on the cheek, and lightly brush his hands on Jay's crotch. Carrie saw every move this guy was making on her boyfriend and she was loving it. 

"Let's take him back with us, I have to see you guys together." Carrie whispered ever so sexy in Jay's ear. 

They got their things and took a taxi home. On the way back Jay was switching off between kissing and touching Carrie and Melissa. All the while their hands were massaging Jay's hardening crotch.

When they got in, Jay instantly grabbed Melissa and they kissed passionately. Jay's hands were all over Melissa's body. His face, his chest his hips and crotch. 

"Don't mind me, I just want to watch you guys." Carrie said.

Jay walked over to her and gave her a kiss and thanked her. He looked back at Melissa and saw him motioning him to come to him. Jay moved slowly towards him and as they met Jay began to undo Melissa's pants. Jay took off Melissa's shirt when his pants hit his ankles. Melissa then stripped Jay totally naked and they both made their way to the bedroom. 

Carrie shut the door to their room when they were in and immediately Melissa got on his knees and began to softly lick Jay's rock hard cock. Tickling his balls and licking the length of the shaft then flicking his mushroom with his tongue. Jay was moaning and playing with Melissa's hair. When Melissa tasted some pre-cum he stood up, pushed Jay on the bed and said, "I want to make this interesting."

Melissa, opened the bedroom closet and noticed a little skirt and belly shirt hanging. This was Jay's clothing for role reversal. Carrie, knew exactly what Melissa wanted and sat against the wall and slowly stripped while anticipating what was going to happen to her beloved Jay.

"Put these on in the bathroom, I will be in here waiting for you my love."

Jay rushed, he was so horney and he just wanted Melissa so bad who could blame him. He comes out the bathroom and finds Melissa sitting at the edge of the bed stroking himself. Signaling Jay to come closer, Melissa stood up and grabbed Jay by the hips, pulled him close and kissed him ever so passionately. 

Melissa's hand slowly crept up Jay's skirt, but before he could touch anything Jay dropped onto his knees and began his meal on Melissa's throbbing dick. Grabbing his ass to get as much in his mouth as possible, Jay was going all out. He was acting like the pro Carrie taught him to be. She was watching the whole time in just a thong, fingering herself. 

With one hand Jay began to massage Melissa's balls, with the other he slowly fingered Melissa's ass. Melissa was moaning and saying things to Jay like "Oh darling, you know me so well, keep sucking me, make me cum, all inside of you!"

Jay sped up his pace and intensity. Sucking like a vacuum, fingering Melissa faster but maintaining a slow steady pace on the massaging of his balls. Within a few minutes, Melissa grabbed Jay's ears tightly and brought his head closer to his crotch and shot the biggest load into Jay's mouth. 

Jay licked and sucked until there was nothing left. He stood up and kissed Melissa. 

"Now you be a good girl and let me have my way." Melissa said in his cute girly like voice.

Melissa started out licking Jay's neck and slowly made his way down. Lifting up the tank top so he could lick Jay's pecks. Kissing his way past Jay's abs and finally, lifted up the skirt and stroked and sucked Jay. Melissa stopped only for a moment and said, "You better cum a lot my dear, because I will be sharing with you."

Melissa then began to finger Jay which sent him over the edge. His cum filled Melissa's mouth so quickly, some of it ran down Melissa's cheek. He then stood up and kissed Jay and shoved his cum into his mouth. Some dripped out and got on Jay's tank top and Melissa's chest. Jay was still shooting the last drops of his load and it was getting on Melissa's cock and balls.

"OH MY GOD I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!" Yelled Carrie.

She got up, went into the closet, got out her strap on and put it on.

"I thought you were just going to watch." Said Jay.

"That was my plan but I just have to fuck you!"

With that being said Jay got on the bed while Carrie lubed up her dildo. Melissa took position at Jay's head and was immediately worked on. Jay put his ass up in the air for Carrie. His ass is big and round like a girl's butt so Carrie was able to believe she was about to do a chick. Especially with that skirt just barely covering his lower region. She got up right behind him and inserted the rubber dick. He moaned with discomfort because the first insertion always caused a slight pain but after that she always knew to start slow, and she did. With her hands on his hips and Melissa's hands on his head, Jay was being double teamed by the woman he loves and the man who loves him. He was having the best night of his life.

Jay was being worked into an orgasm. The sexual atmosphere and the rubber dick hitting the perfect parts of his ass was starting to get to him. As he moaned louder she pumped harder and he blew Melissa faster. As he felt the orgasm rush throughout his body he pushed back on every thrust from Carrie, making the orgasm even more intense. He didn't cum, but didn't care. His whole body was now shaking of pleasure and soon he just collapsed right there on the bed sweating and breathing very hard. 

He sat up and kissed Carrie then Melissa, and then back to Carrie. 

"I Love you guys." He said with a big smile.

"Good, because we aren't done yet." Carrie said.

She took off her strap on and thong, pulled him down so he was back on all fours again. This time with his ass to Melissa. Carrie slid underneath him and they were 69'ing. Jay just slurped away on Carrie, who was completely wet. Carrie was licking the tip of his balls while jerking him off. Melissa then slowly slid his soon to explode cock into Jay. 

The three of them moaned once a smooth rhythm was established. Melissa was fucking Jay very smoothly, almost in a dancing style. Jay was focusing on Carrie's clit and she just kept sucking his balls and stroking him. Eventually her tongue traveled towards his ass and began to lick the edge of the sex. Her tongue was now licking Jay's hole and Melissa's cock and touch of balls. 

Melissa then sped up his tempo and came, wave after wave in Jay. A lot of the cum leaked out and got onto Jay's balls. Carrie's face was getting some of the love juice too. Before Melissa stopped cumming, Carrie got out from under, and slid in again, to let Jay fuck her. Which he did. 

"Keep fucking him." She told Melissa.

He did and Jay while Jay was licking up the cum on Carrie's face while in the sandwich.

Jay kept pumping hard, both in and out so that when his dick was kind of out of her pussy his ass was being pumped with double the force. After many thrusts his ass tightened which caused Melissa to pull out and cum on his back. Jay pulled out of Carrie and came all over her. Loads upon loads, on her face and chest.

When he was finished, he licked up his cum off of her and kissed Melissa who was sharing the cum from his back.

When all was licked and clean the three of them fell asleep. Jay slept on his back with Melissa under one arm and Carrie under the other.

Goodnight.



My Man, My Marine, My Lover!



Dear Reader(s), 

Warning: This is a somewhat longer story than you may be used to. 

This is a love story. I believe you will find that it is romantic, funny, and erotic at different points. It has friendship, family, and love. It also has a preamble that some may consider lengthy or verbose, before you get to any 'sexy' stuff. But it explains a lot about the main characters and their relationship and growth. I think you will find it worth reading if you take the time. However, if you're looking for a "quickie" or "frequency" this may not be the story for you today. But come back tomorrow, you may find you like it if you give it a chance. I hope you enjoy the read! 

Dedicated to ALL men and women who leave their friends and families behind to protect and serve! 

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Do you believe in love at first site? It's a question I have thought about often over the past several years. I've heard a lot of people say it doesn't exist. But I know they're wrong. I know it exists because it happened to me. Almost fifteen years ago, I met the boy of my dreams and fell in love with him immediately. I was eight and he was twelve. Now, he is the man of my dreams and I'm still in love with him. I have been all of my life. The only problem is every time I tell him he's the one for me or that I love him, he seems to disappear from my life for a few months or even years. This time I'm going to make sure that when he leaves, he will want to come back. This time I'm not only going to tell him I love him I'm going to show him I love him. This time I'm going to make him love me. 

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I was only eight years old when I first met Brian. My family moved into the house next door to his. For me, it was love at first site. For him, he disliked me immediately. The only reason he even acknowledged my existence was because his mother made him be nice to me. 

Both of our families were 'military' born and bred. Not just 'military' but Marine Corps military. It is a totally different animal. My dad had just been given a new command at Marine Corps Base (MCB) Quantico and we had just moved to Virginia. At the time, my dad was a "Big Wig" in the Marine world and very well respected. He carried a lot of responsibility in his new role as the Commander in Charge of the Training and Education Command (TECOM) for Marines at MCB Quantico. 

Whenever someone asked me what my dad did for a living, I always said my dad was in charge of every aspect of a marine's life, including how marines are taught, trained, and developed into fighting machines. My dad said his job was to "graduate marines who could think, plan, and act at least three seconds faster, deadlier, and more precisely than their enemy. Because those three seconds will save their life and the lives of their men." 

Brian's dad was a Sargent Major and under the command of my dad. He was considered the best instructor and combat trainer in TECOM. He was the epitome of a fighting machine and my father respected him greatly. But he was Brian's Achilles heel. Whenever Brian and I would argue back then, I would always know how to get the best of him. All I had to say was "Yeah but your dad still has to say 'Yes Sir' to my dad!" 

Brian adored his dad and wanted nothing more than to be just like him. All he ever talked about was becoming a Marine like his father. So once I said that, I knew he would just leave me alone. I think he feared he would take a poke at me if he didn't. 

Brian spent every chance he had with his dad. If his dad wasn't on duty, he was with Brian. They spent as much time as possible together. Brian's family had a lake cabin about sixty miles from the base. They would spend weeks up there during the summer, fishing season, and hunting season. If the Sargent Major was off on a weekend, they went to the cabin. My family spent a number of weekends with them there also. It was Brian's family's home away from home. 

When my family first moved to the base, I didn't know a soul. As the daughter of one of the men in charge, it's not always easy to make friends. You end up placing people in two categories. Those people who want to be friends with you because of your dad and those who don't want to be friends because of your dad. The people in the first group never make good friends and the people in the second rarely give you a chance. So, I didn't really have many friends growing up. 

Luckily for me Brian's mom was on my side. She made Brian walk with me to the bus stop and introduce me to some of the kids. After school when he would be in the driveway playing basketball, she would make him let me shoot some baskets with him. He hated every minute of it for the first few months. Then I started to get pretty good at it and he took all the credit for teaching me how to shoot and how to play basketball. When I was a freshman, I made the high school team. When I was a sophomore, I started for the varsity team. Brian of course said I owed it all to him. And I guess I did. 

Basketball became our thing and in later years it became our bonding time. We played all the time and as we played, we talked. After a few years, the age difference didn't seem as significant as it did at first. Depending on Brian's mood and the situation, he would take on the role of my "best friend" or my "big brother." Unless of course someone, specifically a boy, was bothering or picking on me, then he became my "protector." No one got away with picking on me if Brian was around. Of course, no one ever stopped Brian from picking on me, but that was a different story. He felt that was part of his job under any of his roles previously noted. 

When I was thirteen, I got hurt during one of our pick-up games. Brian and I were in the drive way and I just happened to be having a good game. We were tied and when I went in for a lay-up that would have won the game if I made it, Brian threw a pick that would stop me in my tracks. It did, as he planted his feet and stood right in my path, I hit with too much momentum to stop. I took an elbow to the face and he busted my lip. Blood came pouring out of the open wound. When I bounced off him, I hit the ground and scraped both of my hands and elbows as I fell to the cement driveway. 

When he reached down to help me up, his face became pale as a ghost. My lip was pouring blood and it was all over my chin and dripping down to my shirt. Both of my elbows and palms were brush burned and little streaks of blood were running down my forearms. He picked me up off the ground and ran, carrying me into his house. His mom wasn't home and he took me into the kitchen. First he soaked a kitchen towel in cold water and put it on my lip. "Hold this here and press hard" was all he said as he ran from the kitchen. A minute later he returned with a first aid kit and two plastic bottles in his hands. 

He cleaned off my lip and face then grabbed an ice pack and a clean towel. "Hold this on it" was his next order. Then he took the brown plastic bottle and poured some on my palms and cleaned the cuts on my elbows. My cuts started to foam and he said, "That will clean them out so they don't get infected." Then he took some gauze and cleaned the foamy stuff off of them. He then took the little plastic bottle and poured it on a clean piece of gauze. He painted it all over both of my wounds and my skin and cuts turned reddish brown. Within seconds they were on fire and I started to cry out. "It hurts Brian, it really hurts. They burn." 

Clearly seeing my pain and panic setting in he said the only thing that could stop my tears immediately. "You know the old Marine quote, 'Sweat dries, blood clots, bones heal, Suck it up Marine.' Marine's don't cry." I bit back those tears faster than even I thought I would be able to. I wasn't going to embarrass my Dad the Commander. I surely wasn't going to embarrass the Marine Corps and I would rather have died than embarrass myself in front of Brian. 

Brian called my house and told my mom what happened. When she came in Brian's kitchen, she saw my cuts and abrasions all cleaned and bandaged and the ice pack on my lip. She inspected my lip and said she wanted to take me to the base hospital. She thought I needed a few stiches to close my lip. When I started to tear up again and was trying to convince her otherwise, Brian stepped in. "I thought we put an end to these tears. Suck it up and stop your whining. Let's go Mrs. J." That's what Brian called my mom, Mrs. J. Again he just bent down and picked me up from the kitchen chair and carried me to my mom's car. I could have walked, but who was I to complain if he insisted on carrying me. Brian became very bossy when he was stressed. 

He went to the ER with us and watched as they stitched my lip. I got a tetanus shot, a shot to numb the area around my lip and four stiches but, I didn't shed one more tear that night. On the way home, I sat in the middle of the front seat between Brian and my mom. When we got home, my mom went in and Brian and I sat on the front porch for a while. He apologized for the hundredth time before he got up to go home. Right before he left I said those three little scary words for the first time. I don't know who was shocked by them more, me or him. 

"Brian." I said quietly as he turned to go home. 

"Yeah Brat." The nickname he always used when it was just the two of us. 

"I love you." I just said it straight forward without any hesitation or doubt in my voice, my mind, or my heart. I knew I loved him since I first saw him and this was my chance to tell him. 

"Yeah Brat, I know. Go get some sleep." He smiled, winked at me and crossed through the yard to his house. 

He didn't say he loved me but he didn't say he didn't love me. So, I was in heaven. We saw each other frequently over the next two weeks. He checked in on me often to see if my lip was healing. We talked almost every day about one thing or another. It was the end of July when I told him I loved him and two weeks later, Brian was off to college. I didn't see him again until that December when he came home for Christmas. We spent very little time together and my feelings were hurt. Mostly he hung out with his friends from high school. We made a point of playing a game of twenty one before he had to go back to Atlanta and Georgia Tech. 

It was early the next day when he was packing his car to leave and I walked over to say good bye. I hadn't seen him for Christmas and I didn't get a chance to give him his present. So, I grabbed it and took it over with me. Not knowing exactly what I was going to say, I started off with the obvious. "Packing to go?" 

"Yeah. Very insightful Brat. What was your first clue?" He just looked at me, shook his head and smiled. 

"I don't know. I think it was when I looked out my window, saw your head in the trunk and had the overwhelming desire to close it on you." He looked at me a little shocked, but I think he knew I was hurt. I just smiled. But he knew by my tone, that I meant what I said, at least to some degree. 

"Oh, that's nice talk. I thought we were friends." He looked at me and then turned back to his trunk. He just kept moving stuff around in his trunk to make more room but I didn't see anything else he had to pack. 

"That's funny I was thinking the same thing. But since I barely saw you since you've been home, I thought maybe I was wrong." 

He stopped what he was doing and looked right at me. In what I'm sure he thought was a kind voice, but I only heard as condescending, he said, "Listen Brat, I know we didn't spend much time together, but things are a little different now. You're just starting high school and I'm away at college and well, things change. Do you understand?" 

I was wise beyond my years. I grew up as the only child of Marine officer and I wasn't letting him off the hook so easily. "No, I don't understand. Are you saying because you're in college and I'm still here we can't be friends anymore. We can't talk or spend time together. We can't be the same two people we have been or share the same good times together because you're older than me. I hate to tell you this Brian, but you have always been older than me. If fact, you're the same number of years older than me now as you were five years ago when we first met. So, is that what you are saying?" 

He was finally at a loss for words. He didn't know how to respond to me and I was too angry at him to give him an out. So I just left him with a few more cutting lines. "Well, I didn't get to see you at Christmas. I wanted to give you this before you left. I hope you like it. Have a safe trip. I guess I'll talk to you whenever. Bye." Then I just tossed his Christmas gift in his trunk, turned and walked away. 

Thirty minutes later his car was gone. It's about a ten hour drive from Quantico to Atlanta. Brian left around ten that morning. That night, I was in my room chatting online with a friend. "Bing" an instant message pop's up from Brian. "Hi. Can you talk?" I ignored it. A few minutes later another "Bing." "Hey. Talk to me." Again, I ignored it. A few more minutes and "Bing," number three pops up. "I just wanted to thank you for the book. I wanted to get this one. Please talk to me." I ignored him and shut down my computer. 

Sure, now he has time to talk to me. He was here for two weeks and couldn't spare any time for me but now he wants to talk. Well too bad. I hope I never have to talk to him again. In fact, I'm not going to talk to him again. Ever! 

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The next day I opened my email and saw two from Brian. I didn't open them but I did lock and flag them. A few days went by before I was online late one night and got another "Bing" from Brian. "Almost done reading "The Missions, The Men, and Me.." Loved the book so far. Can't say thank you enough. Can't say SORRY enough! Do you forgive me?" I didn't want to answer him. 

I went back to my unread emails from him and opened them. He apologized for not spending any time with me over his break. He also apologized for being an "ass" and for not being more considerate of my feelings. He went on to say that he was wrong about what he said to me that last day and wished he could take his words back. He asked in both emails if I would forgive him. Both of his emails were heart felt, so I knew I needed to let it go and forgive him. I loved him even if he was an "ass." 

I messaged him back. "Glad you like the book. Knew you would. Agree you are an "ASS!" Apology accepted. Good night." Before I could close out, he messaged back. "Thank you. Knew you would agree about me being an "ass." Small letters, I don't remember using ALL CAPS! Talk to you tomorrow. Good night." 

While Brian was in Atlanta going to the University, I only saw him for a few weeks during the summers or over holiday breaks when he came home. But through modern technology we were able to email, call, text, and later Skype a few times a week. There wasn't much happening in my life that I didn't talk to him about. Sometimes just to get his opinion, sometimes just to vent. He was my best friend and I think he talked to me about most of what was going on with him. I knew about his friends, his classes, ROTC, and his final senior project, etc. 

The only topic that was off limits was girls and his love life. I tried several times during the years but never got even a crumb of detail from him. His favorite response to me was "I'm not going there with you. Period. The end!" If I heard it once, I heard it thousand times. 

The year he graduated Georgia Tech, I was graduating from high school. When he came home that summer we spent the first few days catching up and having fun. That summer Brian started Officer Candidates School (OCS) at Quantico. For the next ten weeks I didn't see him once. Finally upon graduation from OCS, he had some free time. One night his parents were having a barbeque to celebrate and they invited my family. It was just his parents, his younger brother, my parents, and me. 

During dinner there were a lot of fun memories and stories. Mom retold the story of Brian carrying me out to the car when I got hurt that night. Brian's mom told us how she used to have to bribe him to be nice or to spend time with me when we first moved there. Brian's dad recapped his athletic career and his karate lessons. It was fairly late when my parents went home and Brian's family went inside. 

It was rare, but tonight the silence was too much for me to deal with so I started talking. "So, OCS is complete, should I call you 'Lieutenant' now?" 

"No, but once I'm officially commissioned, you will have to and you better know how to salute me. I won't be giving you any breaks because of who your father is you know." He laughed. 

"Yeah, well you better rethink that Marine, because both you and your father still have to say 'Yes Sir' to my Dad!" Even though I was just teasing him, I could see his jaw tighten as he bit back his response to my old barb. Then to add fuel to the fire I reached up and rubbed my hand over the top of his G.I. Joe haircut. That was an offense he was not going to let me get away with. Before I knew it, he picked me up off the picnic table and tossed me into the pool. I screamed before I hit the water and his parents came running out. 

Seeing that we were both ok and just playing his dad said, "Son, careful not to play too rough and make sure you don't hurt her." 

His mom being much wiser said, "A.J (my name is Andrea Jean as opposed to Brat) don't you hurt my son. He has to report back for TBS (The Basic School) soon and I don't want to have to explain that he was hurt by a girl and will have to delay training." She smiled at me and took her husband's arm and pulled him back into the house. 

"Yes Mam, don't worry, I won't hurt your baby." I said teasingly more to Brian than his mom. 

Brian helped me out and wrapped a towel around my shoulders. He walked me across the yards to my back door. "So, you leave tomorrow to head north?" 

"Yes. I'm leaving around ten or so. It should be about a seven or eight hour ride to Philadelphia. I start classes on Monday, but it makes sense to get settled a few days early. I guess you'll be pretty busy for the next six months with TBS." 

"Yeah. Six months of more books, tests, and training. It's a tough schedule but I'm ready for it. I've been waiting all my life for it. To tell you the truth, I can't wait until it starts." 

You could hear the excitement in his voice. He had been waiting for this and training for it all of his life and it showed. He studied hard and graduated in the top ten of his class at Georgia Technical Institute. He received a second place award in his Mechanical Engineering Class for "Most Technically Advanced" on his senior project. He scored fifth in his OCS class. He was prepared mentally, emotionally, and most definitely physically for his career as a Marine Officer. 

As we said good night Brian started to go back through the yard. "Hey, I'll come by tomorrow morning and see you before you go." 

"Ok. I'll see you then." I was hoping he was going to say more, but he didn't. 

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The next morning he met me as my dad and I were packing my stuff. My dad went in the house when Brian came over to the car. "So, you're ready to leave?" 

"Very insightful Lieutenant. What was your first clue?" I wasn't sure if he would remember that he said almost those same words to me four years ago. But when I saw the smile on his face, I knew he remembered. 

"I'm not going there with you. Period. The end!" He said as he laughed at me. 

"Touché Lieutenant, Touché!" I smiled back at him thinking of all the things I would like to say to him and some of the things I would like to do to him. But it seemed like timing was never on our side. We talked for a few minutes about things I don't even remember now. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 02



Dear Readers, 

Thank you for reading "My Man, My Marine, My Lover!" and for giving such wonderful feedback on the story. Many of you were kind enough to leave comments and send messages asking for more to be added to the story. So much so, that I couldn't resist visiting "Brat" and Brian again. So here is "My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Part 2" as requested. I hope you enjoy it. 

I send a special Thank You to my editor and many people's favorite Brit, "Flyboy!" Thank you so much for all of your feedback, assistance, and for your patience with me. I hope to have many more wonderful experiences working with you. Also, a big Thanks to "small_ town_ girl" for her kindness in reaching out a hand to a fellow writer and sharing her talents and resources so graciously! xo 

Summary: Brat (Andrea) and Brian have been friends and neighbors since they were young. As they grew up, they became best friends, though Brian is a few years older than Brat. As young adults, they finally have come to realize that they love each other. 

Brat has known she loved Brian from the beginning. For her, it was love at first sight. It took Brian a little longer. Now, they have come together and realized their love, shared their love. After a night of passion and love making they need to face reality again. History repeats itself for the young lovers. Once again, Brat has told, and this time shown, Brian that she loves him and once again he has to leave her. 

Our story picks up as Brian is deployed for parts unknown. 

I hope you enjoy My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Part 2 It is dedicated to you, the readers who were so kind as to comment and ask for more! P.S. Extend a "Thank You" to a Service Person or a Vet if you have the opportunity. They sacrifice more than we will ever be able to comprehend when they serve their country and unfortunately, sometimes sacrifice more when they return! 

Thank you, Apple 

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It broke my heart watching Brian say good-bye to his Mom in the kitchen where the three of us spent so much time. I knew he was hurting, but the sadness and worry on her face literally caused me pain. I felt a physical pain in my heart and a burning sensation in my stomach as I watched her fight back tears. I loved this woman like a second Mom. She has always been there for me from day one. Now, her baby boy was being deployed and she was doing everything in her power not to hold onto him for dear life. 

"Mom, don't be mad or upset. I want to say good-bye to you here. I don't want you coming down to the base with me. You know you will only get more upset and cry. I want to remember you here at home." He kisses her forehead, then both of her cheeks, and finally gives her a big hug and kiss. 

"I love you. Never forget I love you." Brian whispers in her ear as he kisses her and turns to walk away. 

His Mom just stood there and nodded. As soon as he turned, the tears started to flow. She knew she was safe to let them go now because she knew Brian wouldn't look back after kissing her good-bye. She knew he couldn't take the pain on her face or look at the sad anguish in her eyes. It was the same pain and sad eyes that he remembered seeing on her so often as a child. It was the same pain and sad eyes that she had as his father had to leave on deployment. 

I stood in the doorway watching as two of the people I loved most in this world were hurting. One I had to leave for now, the other would be leaving me. The ache in my heart was overwhelming but I promised myself that I would not cry. There would be no tears and no look of pain on my face. Brian told me how he hated the idea of leaving me and seeing the same pain he saw on his Mom's face as a boy. I made a promise to myself then that I would never do that to him. I would never let him leave me thinking that he had caused me pain. I promised that I would send him off with a smile and all of my love and that's what I would do. 

As he walked out of the kitchen, I was waiting for him just outside the doorway. He took my hand and we walked through the living room and out the front door without looking back. His Dad was standing by the jeep waiting for him. Brian tossed his bag in the back and then he turned to face his Dad. 

"Stay smart son. Stay alert at all times. There are no friends there. You have your men and your platoon, everyone else is window dressing. Watch who you give your trust to and give it sparingly. Keep your helmet on and your head down, but keep your eyes open at all times." He was speaking Marine to Marine, but the look in his eyes and the just ever so slight vibration in his voice as he said the word 'son' was all father to son. "I'll see you before your unit leaves the base. I'll stay here and take care of your mother for now." 

Then his Dad broke his stance and wrapped his arms around Brian and hugged him. He quietly said, "I love you and I couldn't be more proud. I hope you know that." 

"I do Dad. I love you too. You're my hero and I have always been proud of you. My goal in life has always been to be like you and to make you proud." He hugged his Dad again. 

I couldn't look at them anymore. I turned my back away until I heard Brian say "good-bye." Then I turned back. In all of the years I have known these two men, and been in their presence, this was the first time I heard them say they loved each other. I cognitively knew they did. I saw they loved each other, but I never heard them say it. My heart and soul were moved by their emotion, but I held back any sign of tears. 

Brian took my hand and walked me around to the side of the jeep and helped me in. I was the only one going to the base with him. My parents had already said their good-byes. I could see them standing on the front porch as we pulled out of the driveway. 

As we passed our house my Mom and Dad waved. My Mom blew him a kiss and Brian pretended to catch it and placed it on his heart. They hadn't done that in a while and it made me smile. Then he waved as we drove passed. 

I let the silence surround him and calm him for a few minutes before I reached over and covered his hand with mine. His hand rested on the gear shift and mine just rested over his. It reminded me of how, when we made love, he placed his hand over my sex to comfort and protect me. To say, it's ok, it's all going to be ok. I have you and I won't let anything hurt you. I wanted to say all of that to him with the touch of my hand. A few seconds later when he looked at me and smiled knowingly, I knew he understood exactly what I meant by my gesture. 

"Brian." I said quietly. 

"Yeah Brat." I could see the smile overtake his beautiful face. 

"I love you." 

"Yeah. I know." He looked at me and winked. 

"Andrea." 

"Yes." I barely got it out. 

"I love you too. Never forget that, I have loved you all my life and then some." 

I could hear a little quiver in his voice. So, I tried to think fast on how I could break the tension before one or both of us lost it. So I fell back on humor and sarcasm. Two of my favorite forms of communication when all else fails. 

"Yeah, well Marine, it took you long enough to get up the balls to tell me. Of course you're pulling that shit where you tell me you love me and then take off on me. Is that some kind of tactical training technique? If so, I want to know. I need to talk to our Dad's about changing it, because, basically it sucks!" 

Without even looking over at him, I knew he was smiling. So, I just squeezed his hand and kept looking straight ahead. No sense in tempting fate and looking at him. I know he's handsome and sexy. I don't need to look to see that he loves me. I know that he is mine, My Man, My Marine and My Lover! More importantly is that he knows it now too. 

As we got closer to the main gate, I pulled my I.D out of my purse and handed it to Brian. We pulled up to the guard and Brian handed him the identification and his duty sheet. The Marine at the gate nodded and waved us through. We were getting close. I was going to have to say good-bye soon and drive back to the house by myself. I said a silent prayer. 

Dear God, please help us get through this. Please don't let me breakdown or cry. Please help to keep us both strong. Protect him, watch over him, and bring him back to me. Keep him safe and let no harm come to him or his men. Give them all the strength, wisdom, and courage that they will need. Protect him, protect them all and bring them home safe. Amen 

We pulled into the designated drop off area and Brian parked at the far end of the parking area. We were about fifty yards away from the other cars on one side and parked next to a tree line on the passenger side. He wanted to ensure that we could have a little privacy. He got out of the jeep and came around to my side. As he took my hand to help me out, he handed me his keys to the jeep. 

"Do you think you can handle a stick?" He asked. I had only learned how to drive his jeep over the last few weeks. 

"Have I disappointed you or your stick with my handling?" I smiled and winked at him. 

"No Brat, you surely have not disappointed me or my stick." He said laughing. "I only wish we had more time. There are so many more things I would have liked to teach, I mean to share with you." He was teasing me. 

"After yesterday, I can only say, there are so many more things I would like to learn from you." I teased back. 

I stepped forward until my body was up against his. There was definitely full frontal contact as I slid my arms around his shoulders and hugged him. I moved my hand along the back of his neck and stroked up the back of his head as I just looked into his eyes. I loved looking into his big brown eyes. They showed so much emotion when he allowed them to. 

His head came down and he placed his forehead to mine. He still maintained eye contact as he started to talk to me. His hands were half around my waist and just ever so slightly touching the top of my ass. It was nothing that would appear to be inappropriate in public or on base, but I wished it were. Brian would never do anything like that, at least not without a lot of encouragement. The question was just how much encouragement would it take? I really didn't want to send my Marine off without loving him one more time. 

The problem was as large as the base is it's also very small in some ways. I didn't want to do anything that could reflect poorly on my Dad. More truthful would be to say, I didn't want to get caught doing anything that could reflect poorly on my Dad! Brian interrupted my thoughts mid-plan. 

"I want you to listen to me. I want you to take care of yourself. I don't want you to worry or stress out about anything. Andrea." He hesitated and I knew I wasn't going to like where this was going. So I stopped it before he went any further. I quickly placed my fingers over his mouth before he could continue. 

"If you are going to say something stupid or something that you know is going to either make me mad or hurt me, I want you to stop right now. I don't want to hear anything stupid or painful from you. You have two options here Marine. Option number one is to make me happy, kiss me, and tell me you love me. Option number two is to make me sad or hurt my feelings and I'm going to call my Daddy to kick your ass." 

I took a step back, gave him my 'you really don't want to piss me off look' and looked him in the eye. He looked down at me, than he took a deep breath and looked up to the sky for a few seconds to gather his thoughts. 

"If you're still planning on saying something stupid, I suggest you pray for a little help while you're looking up there. Because if it's option number two, I'm going to hurt you so bad before my Daddy even gets in his car to back me up. So, which is it Marine, make me happy or make me sad?" 

"I guess I have to go with option number one. All I have ever wanted to do is make you happy. It just took me a while to figure out how to do that." He said thoughtfully as he leaned in and kissed me. 

"Well, I guess it's better late than never. I always thought you were a slow learner. I don't know how you did so well in your schooling and training." I teased. 

"My Dad taught a lot of the classes and I have friends in high places." He laughed. 

"Yes you do and don't forget it." I stepped back into his embrace and I wrapped my arms around his waist. 

"I'm going to have to go soon. I really do have to say a few things and I want you to really listen and hear what I'm saying." I pulled him closer, but I didn't stop him this time. If he needed to say it, I was going to let him. It didn't mean I had to listen to it if I didn't want to. 

"I want you to be happy while I'm gone. By that I mean, go out. See your friends and do things. If by chance you meet someone who interests you, give him a chance. You might be surprised and actually have fun. I love you and I want you to be happy. That's all I'm saying. Ok?" He was a little cautious as he looked at me for a response. 

"Ok, now you listen to me. I love you. I have loved you since I was eight years old. My love for you has changed since then, but it has only grown stronger, deeper, better. If you think just because you gave me that speech, that I'm going to return a similar one to you, you are sorely mistaken Marine. I want you safe and healthy. I don't care if you're happy over there. If I even think you're "getting happy with anyone or anything" other than your own hand, I will be on a plane to wherever to kick your ass. That's all I'm saying. Ok?" 

"What did I do to deserve you in my life to torture me?" Brian shook his head as he rolled his eyes at me. 

"I don't know what you did, but it must have been pretty good to be awarded with me." I winked at him. 

We heard some commotion and realized the rest of the outfit was getting prepared to assemble. 

"I'm going to have to go soon." He closed his eyes and again he put his forehead to mine. "I love you. Take care of yourself for me." 

"I love you. Take care of yourself for me too." 

I didn't care who was looking or what might be said later. I pulled him towards me and my mouth was on his and my tongue was probing his mouth before he knew what hit him. Our tongues danced together, first slowly like a tango with equally matched partners. His tongue in control, then my tongue in control. It didn't take long before the dance changed and he was lead. His lips consumed me, his tongue controlled me, his moans drowned inside of me and all I wanted was more of him. I slid my hands down to his ass and pulled him into me as close as possible. 

He let me hold him and kiss him for another minute or so. Then he broke the kiss and pulled away just an inch or two before he buried his face into my hair and took several long breaths. He stayed there for a few seconds and slowly his face drifted to my neck line. I could feel his soft kisses on my neck as he slid down and continued to inhale deeply along my throat. At last he drew his face to the curve of my neck and again I could hear him inhale as I felt the warm air escape across my skin as he let out his breath. 

"Brian, Baby what are you doing?" It felt great having his face gently glide along my hair and skin, but he was breathing so deeply, I thought something might be wrong. 

"Do you remember when we were about to make love the other night?" He whispered into the curve of my neck as he took another deep breath then kissed my neck again. 

"Yes Baby, I remember." I stroked my hand along the back of his head and neck and pulled him in closer. 

"Do you remember when I knelt in front of you and rested my head on your abdomen, then took a few deep breaths?" He moved his head forward and kissed the tops of my breasts and cleavage as he again breathed deeply. 

"Baby, it is a picture that is forever in my mind." He licked along my breast line. "Oh God! Brian what are you doing to me?" I sighed as I felt his hands slide over my ass and he continued to place light kisses on my neck and upper chest. "Yes. I remember, I remember every minute of that night." 

"I was scenting you. I was taking in your scent, your unique smell. Breathing your scent not only into my nose and lungs, but inhaling you into my blood, into my mind, and into my memory. So I could keep you with me no matter where I was or how long we were apart, I would be able to smell you and carry you with me." 

"Oh Brian, this isn't fair to do this to me now. I want you so bad." I ground my pelvis up against him and pulled his head down into my neck again. I felt myself getting wet just from his kisses and his words. 

"Why did you do this now? Oh Brian, please." I was almost whining. 

I sighed his name out as I looked around to see if there was anyone around or watching us. I couldn't get my body any closer to his. My back and ass where up against the jeep and I couldn't let him go. 

"I want you baby. I don't know how we're going to do this, but I want you now." He growled into my ear as I ground my pelvis against his newly formed erection. 

I took his hand and brought him toward me. No one could see us on this side of the jeep and the trees were blocking us from the back. I slide my hands under my skirt and shimmied out of my panties. I pulled him close to me so that there were only a few inches separating the two of us. Then I started to undo his belt and pants. He looked at me hesitantly but didn't say a word. The next second he was kissing my ear and sucking on my earlobe as I moaned into his shoulder. 

"Oh Fuck Baby. We don't have time." He moaned as I reached into the front of his pants and wrapped my fingers around his cock. 

"No, we don't have time, so don't argue and get to work." I kissed him and gently bit his lower lip before he had a chance to disagree with me. 

I stroked his erection fast and hard until I knew he was close to coming. I could hear him panting in my ear and for a second he just froze in place and looked at me. 

"Andrea, I don't have any condoms with me." 

"I'm glad to hear that. So, you weren't planning on getting happy without me?" I teased as I reached back to my bag and pulled out a strip of condoms. 

"Just what were you planning?" He looked at the strip of five foil packaged condoms. I looked at him and smiled as I licked my lips. 

Then I lifted my skirt up in the front and pulled his cock from his pants. I pushed myself up on to the seat and spread my legs as they hung out of the door well. He moved forward and I scooched closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him hard as I plunged my tongue into his mouth and started my own RECON mission. 

Brian took hold of his erect cock and with speed and agility placed the condom. He took a deep breath as he leaned forward and guided himself into me. I slid forward a little more until I was just barely on the edge of the seat; I wanted all of him in me and I wanted it now. Slowly he started to rock his pelvis up to me. It felt wonderful to have him inside of me. I braced my feet on the jeep's nerf bars and started to move along with him. 

Brian continued to kiss my neck as his hands started to fondle my breast. Squeezing my breast tissue gently in his hands as his thumbs stroked my nipples into firm little pellets. My breathing escalated as I started to rock faster and he thrust into me deeper. I felt his right hand slide down between us and then I felt his fingers between my sex lips. 

"Oh Christ Brian, I can't believe we are doing this." I was panting now and I could feel the hot energy building in my sex, my juices were flowing and I could feel every move he made inside of me. I was trying to pull my legs together and push harder into Brian but my position simply would not allow it. He had to control our movements. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 02



"Brian, I need... you to... enter me... me harder. Please Baby... harder and faster." I was panting between words. I rocked my body weight forward. I was lifting my weight up by pulling on his shoulders and I started to push down on him. It was like he was impaling me with his erect cock. 

"I'm trying Baby." He growled at me as if he were in physical pain. 

Finally I positioned myself so that I was leaning back on the seat a little and Brian was able to lean into the jeep and enter me more forcefully. I have never wanted anything or anyone, as much as, I wanted Brian deep inside of me at that moment. His fingers started to stroke my clit as we rocked back and forth instead of up and down. We had a better rhythm now and I could feel the spasms run along my vaginal walls. I started to squeeze him inside of me as I rocked forward and he plunged into me.  

"Oh Fuck Baby! Are you close?" He was gasping out his words. 

"Yes. I need just a little more Brian, faster on my clit. Please Baby, faster." I moaned loudly as his fingers started to move faster across my tender clit. 

"Baby quiet! We're fucked if we get caught. Bury your head into my shoulder when you moan." 

"Sorry, you caught me off guard." I said as I rocked into him. "Oh God Brian! Yes Baby, don't stop now." 

He continued to thrust into me as we rocked back and forth. He placed his three middle fingers together and started to masturbate my clit so fast that I thought I was going to scream. 

"Oh Christ Brian! Yes..Baby..Yes..Oh Fuck! Brian, I'm going ...to ...come. Oh Fuck!" 

His fingers were moving so fast and he was so deep inside of me that I had no chance to slow it down. My orgasm hit me hard and my body convulsed from the inside out. I felt the flood of heat through my sex explode as my clit became like a static electrical ball and just shot electrical pulsation after pulsation through me. His fingers didn't stop until I came a second time without even completely descending from the first orgasm. 

My vaginal walls were convulsing around him and I could feel the deluge of cum leaking out of me and coating my outer sex lips and upper thighs. Without missing a beat, Brian slid his fingers down from my clit and gathered my juices. I watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them. Then he looked into my eyes as he thrust into me again and again until he came. I felt his body strain tight as his muscles spasmed. Every muscle in his face was tensed as he reached his climax. 

I didn't want him to leave my body. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pulled him towards me. His arms went around my waist. At first neither of us said a word. Then I kissed him. I could faintly taste myself on his lips and tongue. 

I just held him and looked into his eyes as we rested our foreheads together. He slowly pulled out of me while still staring into my eyes. I wanted to cry as he left my body, but I couldn't let myself succumb to tears. Brian reached behind me and grabbed some tissues from the console. He reached down and lovingly cleaned between my legs. He tossed the tissues onto the jeep's floor. Then he took a few more, removed the condom, wiped himself off and then zipped and buttoned his pants and belt. 

We remained silent, just staring at each other. So much was being said by our eyes, that there was no need for words. I reached up and placed the palm of my hand on his cheek. He kissed the palm of my hand and took a deep breath as he looked at me. Now, I knew he was breathing in the scent of our love making. 

He gently stroked my thighs looking down at my sex for several seconds before he pulled my skirt down to cover me. He took my panties off the seat from behind me and slid them over my sandals. He slowly pulled them up my legs until I had to lift my ass off the seat for him to pull them up any further. He smiled at me as he slid his hands and my panties up over my ass cheeks. Brian was very quiet as he kissed me soft and long before he decided to speak. 

"Thank you." He whispered over my lips as he kissed my mouth gently. "Now, I need you to do something for me, something important." His eyes were a smoky brown and it was like he was looking into my heart. They were so clear and soft, yet his gaze was intense and penetrating. I felt like he was looking directly inside of me, deep inside of me, right into my soul. 

"You're welcome and thank you." I quietly answered and smiled back at him. Silently praying that I wouldn't breakdown and cry at any second. I swallowed to clear my throat of that feeling you get when you're about to cry. 

"What do you want me to do? Anything Brian, you know that. I will do anything for you." 

"I want to remember you looking just like this, happy, content, and sated. I want you to leave now looking like this. I want you to give me one simple clean kiss and hug. Tell me you love me. Say good-bye and then get in the jeep and leave the base. Don't look back at me, don't wave to me, or beep the horn. I want you to just quietly pull away after we say good-bye. Can you do that for me? Please." 

His voice was so quiet, so calm, and so different from just a few minutes earlier when he was growling at me. He went from sexually fulfilled and relaxed, to being wound tighter than a guitar string. If I said anything other than yes, he was going to snap. I wasn't going to be responsible for that. I didn't want to be responsible for that. So, I took his face in my hands and nodded yes. 

"Yes Brian, I can do that for you. I will do that for you." I smiled into his eyes and saw nothing but love. 

I got up on my tippy-toes and held his face while I gave him a simple clean kiss that lasted all of three seconds. I know because I counted them. One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand, it was the three seconds that my Dad always talked about. The three seconds that could save a Marines life. Because that's what it felt like he had asked me to do in his request. He asked, "Please save me and make this easy on me because I don't think I can do it without your help." 

I hugged him tighter than I ever hugged him before and then I whispered in his ear. "I love you. Be safe. Come back to me. Good-bye." 

Then I turned away from him, walked around the jeep, and climbed into the driver's seat. I started the engine and pulled slowly away from the man I've loved all my life. I drove away from the Marine I love and away from my one and only lover. 

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The week after Brian was deployed I tried to keep his mother company. I stopped in to see how she was doing and I called her often. A few days before I was going to return to my classes and my research, I made arrangements with her to have lunch together. I'm glad I did, because she told me how she felt about me. She explained to me how she felt about me and Brian being together. 

"Andrea, I just have to tell you how much I appreciate that you spent so much time with me these last few days. I don't know what I would have done without you. You are such a wonderful young woman. You always were very special to me and you always will be. I love you like you are my own daughter." 

"I love you too, Mrs. Miller. I should be the one thanking you. Spending this week with you was great. All of the stories you told me about Brian as a little boy will come in handy if I need them." We laughed. 

"You better use them wisely. I'm going to be in big trouble for sharing some of those with you." She said it like she was scolding me but all the while she had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. 

"I'll only use them when he starts teasing me or gets out of hand. Which, as we both know, is fairly often." She looked at me and we both started laughing. 

"Well, you should know that, it can't come as a surprise to you now because he has always been that way. He was a stubborn little boy and he never listened to me. He always thought he knew better. If it wasn't for his father, I don't know who would have kept him in control. I think every time his Dad had to leave, Brian took it very seriously when he was told to take care of me. The only way I could get him to listen to me was to say, "I'm going to call your Dad on the phone if you don't listen." Other than that, he was so independent, it was maddening." 

"Well things don't appear to have changed much. He is still stubborn, thinks he knows everything, and is maddening. I find it funny that we both used his love and respect for his Dad to keep him in line. I always tease him that his Dad still has to say "Yes, Sir." to my Dad. It drives him crazy and he gets so hot tempered that he literally can't speak to me for a while. When I was younger, I often thought he wanted to hit me when I said it." 

"Andrea! Brian would never hit a woman. He especially would never hit you. He's loved you for a long time. I just don't think he was willing to admit it to anyone. I think he tried to deny it to himself for as long as he could. I was surprised when the two of you" she hesitated, trying to choose the right words, "became close after your day at the lake cabin." She blushed a little as she peeked at me over her coffee cup. I could tell she had more to say. 

"Yes. It turned out to be a special day. I guess, in a way, I have you to thank for it." I smiled at her surprise. 

"Me? Why me?" Now her cheeks were really red. 

"Because if you hadn't forced Brian to be nice to me and to walk me to the bus stop I may never have fallen in love with him all those years ago. Those first few months, when you made him be nice and play with me, would have been so much more difficult for me without you. Without your influence, we might not have come together at all. So, thank you Mrs. Miller. I love you." 

I leaned over to her and gave her a big kiss and hug. I could feel her body tremble as she started to cry softly. I held her for a moment until she calmed a little. 

"Hey, we're having a good time here. Why the tears?" I asked lightly, but genuinely concerned. 

"Oh honey, I'm just so happy that you love my son and that he loves you. I can't tell you how much I wanted the two of you to work out. He needs someone like you Andrea. He needs you." She was looking into my eyes as if I was her lifeline. 

"What's wrong Mrs. Miller? You look so frightened. Is something wrong and you're not telling me?" 

"No honey. Nothing is wrong. I just feel, think, that if Brian ever really needs help, only you will be able to give it to him. He has only really ever listened to and respected the opinions of two people. The first has always been his Dad's and the other is yours. He always did respect your opinion. Even when you were younger, he would repeat something you said as if it were proof of being true. He was always impressed at the insight you had into things even at such a young age. That's when I first knew you were special to him." 

"That's good to know because sometimes, when he gives me that 'know it all look' of his, I want to beat him. At least now I know he doesn't think he's smarter than me." 

"Andrea, he loves and respects you. He has for a very long time. I think if you had been just a little older things would have been different for the two of you back then." She smiled at me as if she knew everything there was to know about the two of us. I guess she did, she watched us all through our lives. She watched our love bloom and grow into what it is today. She had a front row seat; she practically orchestrated it. 

"I'm happy with the way things were for us. I'm even happier the way things turned out for us. I love him. I love your son with all of my heart and soul." 

"I know you do honey and nothing makes me happier than knowing that. I thank you for loving him. I need you to take care of him for me. I'm sure you will hear from him more than I will. I won't ask you to share your letters or what he says to you with me, but if you could just let me know you heard from him and he's well, I would appreciate it. I'll do the same for you. We could just send each other a quick text. Would that be ok?" 

"Of course it would. This way, it will be like we both heard from him. I can send off a quick text, no problem." 

"Thanks honey. I'm ready to head home any time you are." 

"I'm ready." 

We walked to the parking area hand in hand. I walked her to her car and kissed her good-bye. 

"I'll be leaving for school on Friday. I have a lot to do before then and we may not be able to spend much time together. I'll make sure to come over to say good-bye before I leave though. I love you. Mrs. Miller, if you need me for anything, just call or text me. Promise." 

"I promise honey. You do the same. If you need anything, I'm here for you." We kissed good-bye. 

It was truly a special lunch with a very special woman. 

A few days later, I walked over to say good-bye to Brian's parents. I was leaving the next morning. Mrs. Miller had a gift for me. It was wrapped in this beautiful floral print paper with a soft pink ribbon wrapped around it and a card was slid beneath the ribbon. 

"Honey, it's just a little something I thought you would like to have. Don't open it until you get back to school and have time to sit and read the card. I wrote a little note to you." She hugged me as I took her gift and nodded. 

"Good-bye Sir." I said to Brian's Dad. 

"Good-bye Andrea, drive safe and be good." He unexpectedly, gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head. Another first! These Miller men are full of surprises! 

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The first thing I did when I arrived back at school was open Mrs. Miller's gift and note. I pulled the bow she tied with the soft pink colored silk ribbon and tore open the floral wrapping. I opened the lid to the box. Inside was a beautiful silver picture frame with a picture of Brian and me. In the picture, I was standing there holding the basketball and Brian was standing next to me with his arm draped over my shoulder. It had to have been just a few days after I busted my lip playing ball with him because I could see the line of stiches. I remember how protective he was of me after that incident. His basketball pics and blocks were never as aggressive after that. 

I placed the picture on my desk next to my computer. I spent most of my time on the computer and this way, I could easily look at it anytime I wanted to. I read Mrs. Miller's note: 

My Dearest Andrea, 

I know I told you some of this at lunch the other day, but I feel it needs to be repeated. I love you young lady. I loved you as a little girl and I love you as a young woman. You are the daughter I never had and always wanted. I know this will sound funny to you, but I knew from the first weeks you arrived, that you were sent for my Brian. 

You were and are a special young woman. You are smart, feisty, a fighter and a go getter. You don't let anyone, including Brian, push you around. You never give up and I'm counting on that. If anything were to happen to Brian, I'm going to have to count on you. His father won't be able to do what would need to be done because of his closeness to Brian and his position at the base. I would fail him miserably because I would be at a loss of knowing what he needs and how to give it to him. I'm his Mom and I would baby him and that would drive him crazy. It would also not help him. 

So, my dear, it is you I place my faith, my trust, and my Brian with. I know you would not only know what needs to be done, but how it needs to be done. I truly believe only you would be able to get through to Brian if something were to happen. People speak of soul mates and I really wasn't sure if they existed until I saw you and Brian together over the years. Seeing the love in his eyes over the past few days has made me a believer. 

I'm sorry to ask this of you and to place this burden on you, but I believe with all my heart that you are the best person for the job if the need should arise. I hope and pray it never does. 

All my love, 

Mrs. M xo 

I wiped the tears from my face, wrapped her letter with the ribbon and placed her letter in my new "love letter box." It was a love letter it just wasn't one of Brian's love letters. I closed my eyes and prayed that none of us would have to deal with the issues addressed in her letter and that Brian and his men would return safe. 

After a week or so of being back at school and finally back in to my routine, I received my first letter from Brian. I asked him, before he left, to write his letters to me via "snail mail" while he was on duty. I remembered seeing my Mom read my Dad's letters all of the time. She had a special box she kept them in and every once in a while I would see her sit on their bed, open the box, and read through some of the letters. 

"Hi Mom, what are you reading?" I would ask her. I could see she would have tears in her eyes sometimes. 

"Just my love letters from your Daddy. Sometimes I just need to read them again." She'd smile and wipe her tears off of her face. Then tell me to shut her door on my way out. Subtle wasn't she? 

I wanted my own special box of love letters. Somehow, even though I enjoy modern technology, the thought of having a disc or a memory wand with my love letters, from Brian saved on it, was not the same as having a paper and pen letter in my hand to read. The only problem was I didn't take into account the reason we call it "snail mail." If I can't talk to him or get a message faster than every other week, I'll go crazy. 

We have to do both. Electronic messages for short quick updates and "snail mail" for my love letters. 

His first letter was short and sweet but not very informative. 

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1830, 10Sept12 

Hi Brat, 

Well I'm here and all settled for now. Although, I'm not sure how long we will be here. We were no sooner unpacked and I was informed a move is in our future. You were right when you said, "it will still be HOT!" It's not so different from what I expected. At least so far that is. My battalion has a lot of good men. I'm lucky in that two of my Team Leaders are Staff Sergeants on their second assignment. Most of the men have some experience already. It will take a little time, but I will get to know them all and I'm sure we will work like the well-oiled machine we are educated and trained to be. 

We could have chosen a better arrival time. By the time this letter arrives, you will know that the Iraqi Vice-President was sentenced to death yesterday for terrorism. I wonder how that affects his stay in Turkey. Ha! Ha! Anyway, there is a lot of "unrest" in Baghdad. The "local groups" aren't very happy with each other. 

Good news is I just got your letter. Thanks for spending so much time with my Mom before you left for school. She wrote me and told me you took her to lunch. I understand she may have given away some "top secret intel." Just what was it and what do you plan on doing with it? Never forget that I am trained in gathering information. 

I have my ways woman! 

I hope you are taking care of yourself! Make sure you are not just studying and working on your research. All work and no play, makes Brat a dull girl. Have some fun for the both of us. Go see one of those racy movies you told me about at the Rittenhouse. You may want to brush up on some new things for when we see each other next! 

Andrea, I love you. I've loved you most of my life and then some! Be good Baby. 

Love, Yours Always 

Brian 

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His letter didn't go into any details, but now at least I knew he was somewhere in the Middle East. Now, all I could do was pray that he stayed safe. I felt the need to write him immediately. His letter was dated September tenth, that's almost two weeks ago. Ok, I need more from him then just "snail mail." We need to be able to have more talk time. I'm not losing any more time with him. I didn't care how many miles separated us. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 02



I started to think about all of the time we could have had if he wasn't so stubborn and I yelled at myself for feeling and thinking that way. I didn't have the will or the desire to be mad at him. There was no way to get that time back and I had no time or energy to waste on something that I couldn't fix. I could, however, change things going forward. 

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September 21, 2012 

Hello Marine, 

I miss you! I love you! I hope you are taking care of yourself! And no, all of my sentences will not end in an exclamation mark! 

Everything here is fine. My research is going well. I just finished my final report on my head injury project. The brain is an amazing organ and the mind is fascinating. Just when you think things will not work the way they once did, the brain finds a way to retrain itself to make them work. A new pathway is formed to communicate old information to get it where it needs to go and restore function. My team and I are working on some really interesting research and treatment protocols. 

It's funny, after two years of hard work I almost hate to have to bring it to an end. I will really miss some of my volunteers. They have become like good friends and some like family. I'll do my final presentation just before Christmas break. It will take me from now until then to get everything together, but that's enough "shop talk." 

Brian, I just received your letter dated 10Sept. I'm happy to hear you like your men. I'm even happier to hear you have two experienced Team Leaders there for you and some seasoned unit members. Give me their names; I want to talk to them. : ) I want them to know how important you are to me. Do you think it will help if I bake and send cookies? Do they take baked goods as bribes? 

As for some of your comments, I feel the need to address them immediately! (last one I swear) You will not know what "top secret intel" your Mom shared with me until I feel the need to use it! (ok, just one more) As far as your training, don't forget that I have access to the same information you did and I'm not afraid to take a crash course over the holiday break. I too have my ways Marine! In regards to you "having your ways," I thought I let you have your way with me before you left. I'm also more than willing to let you "have your way" with me when you return. 

Yes, I did want to place another exclamation point there, but I refrained. Lastly, what do you mean by "brush up on new things?" What exactly are you thinking about soldier? Curious minds wish to know. 

To quote a wise man I know, "Keep your helmet on, your head down, and remember there are no -you know what's-there." Trust yourself Brian. Trust your knowledge and your training. You are the best there is, you are the strongest there is, your goals are to "Realize your choice, Exceed beyond, to Conquer obstacles, On the battlefield and in life, you stand above, to Never forget you are a RECON Marine. Never forget you are My Marine. Understood soldier? 

Be SAFE. I miss you! I love you! Take care of yourself for me! (I can't help it, I had to use them.) 

I have loved you since I was eight; I will love you till I'm eighty. Be good. Be careful. Please be safe! 

Love, Your "Brat" 

P.S. We need to be able to talk more! It takes too long for letters to arrive. I think letters are going to be reserved for long personal communications and I love you stuff. Let me know how and when you can be online, via text, video chat, whatever. I'll get an international phone line if needed. I need more of you! In regards to the racy movies, I'll save them until you come home. It will be more fun to watch them together. Also, I spoke with your Mom about two days ago. All is well at home. So, don't worry. 

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It was difficult to try and get back to normal for me. If I wasn't completely immersed in my research or my class work, I was always thinking about Brian and if he was safe. It was worse when I would lie down to go to sleep. I would lie there and try to shut off my brain, but I just kept thinking of him. His Mom sent me some information on a variety of ways we could communicate, but only a few worked for us. It was hard for us for a while. 

Brian couldn't use video chat because it was restricted in his location. Most of the phone access the military had in place would require me to be near a base to use it because it was on secured military lines. Depending on where Brian was physically at the time of our calls on his personal phone, it was hit or miss on our connection or the length of time of our connection. What seemed to be the best and most reliable way for us to chat in between letters was the military's email system. The Army Knowledge Email System was what we used most between our "snail mail" letters. So, it was the military email system for every hello in between our snail mail letters! 

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To: BriansBrat@XOXO Time: 1930, 31Oct12 

From: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO 

Hi Brat, 

I miss you. I just wanted to check in quick while I have a minute. Everything is fine here. How r u? Happy Halloween. Do you have any plans for later tonight? 

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To: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO Time: 1233, 31Oct12 

From: BriansBrat@XOXO 

Hi Marine, 

No special plans. Just going out with a few friends to a party later tonight. Trying to put together a costume as we speak. Any ideas? 

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To: BriansBrat@XOXO Time: 1936, 31Oct12 

From: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO 

Lots of ideas! None I can put into print! Code of Behavior prevents me from telling you, however, many of which I will be thinking about and picturing you in later when I hit my rack. Listen, I want you to have fun tonight. I'll be thinking of you. I have to go now one of my guys was injured today. I want to check with his Team Leader to see if he'll be good to go anytime soon. 

I love you. Have fun tonight. 

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To: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO Time: 1240, 31Oct12 

From: BriansBrat@XOXO 

Brian, I love you too! I love and miss you sooo much. I love that you want to take care of your men. I hope you are taking care of yourself also. Be safe over there. By the way, I'm overdue for a letter from you. I like these "little quickies" but I really need something more if you have time. No pressure, but make it good! 

Love you, Your Brat! 

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To: BriansBrat@XOXO Time: 1943, 31Oct12 

From: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO 

Yes Ma'am. One "No pressure, make it good, snail mail, love letter on its way." Andrea, stop worrying about me. I am being safe and I am taking care of myself. Everything is ok Baby. Relax! I love you! Have a good time. 

Love you, Your Marine 

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That was how our communications occurred between our "snail mail" letters. It was hard for both of us. I never imagined just how hard it would be. The distance, the time difference, the absence, the loneliness, it all starts to add up and it wears you down. It affects you physically, emotionally, and psychologically. I won't even think about how it affects your sex life or lack of one. If it was having this effect on me, what was My Marine going through? 

At least I was at home. I had my normal everyday life going on around me. If I wanted to talk to my Mom or Dad, all I had to do was pick up the phone and call. If I missed them, I took a ride home for the weekend or asked them to come up and visit me. I had no hardships, no worries; no one was trying to kill me or my men on a daily basis. Ok, so I lived in Philadelphia, but it wasn't a war zone. 

My Brian was not only in a war zone, he and his men were the ones going into the "hot zones" on a daily basis to see what was going on and to find "intel" or to identify "areas of activity." If and when they did find something or someone, it was their responsibility to get the information needed, analyze it and report back. They were literally putting their lives on the line every day. Insurgents were everywhere and almost every news report had a story on a unit or transport truck hitting an IED and our men and women being hurt or killed. 

Brian's letters and emails were changing the longer he was stationed over there. Initially, he never said anything about his work or what they faced on a daily basis. Mostly, if he referred to anything about being there it was a story about one of his men or some kid they met during their drive-thru's. 

I knew Brian was under a lot of stress. I could read it in his text and in his letters. His text would say something simple like "I need to check on one of my team, they got injured," but it really meant that something happened on one of their missions that put someone in the hospital. I knew him too well to not read between the lines. He would never tell me the whole truth, but I knew it wasn't as simple as what he said. 

One time he ended an email with "I have late Office hours tonight; I have to talk to Sparky. So I won't be able to text very long." It wasn't until a few weeks before Christmas that he mentioned he had disciplined his radio operator. He said it by accident while texting and when I questioned him, he said it was no big deal. 

In order for him to discipline someone either he or his Team Leader had a problem with the Marine. If a Team Leader brought the issue to Brian's attention, it was a big deal. Discipline is hard and swift when you fuck up in the Corps. I felt sorry for Sparky but I would bet money on the fact that whatever he did, he would never make that mistake again. 

If Brian pulled someone in on the carpet to hand out discipline, it was a big deal. He wasn't the kind of officer who just nit-picked on every little thing. He's a man who definitely holds you responsible and expects nothing but the best from you. He also expects it of himself. He is too much like his Dad not to hold the line high, even higher in "his RECON unit." It's like I occasionally overheard my Dad say, "There is no such thing as a small mistake in the Marine Corps, especially if you're in the shit." 

In addition to worrying about what he had to do there, worrying about the safety of his men, worrying that the decisions he made and the orders he gave could cost someone's life, he was also worried about what was going on here, at home. He constantly asked about his mother. When did I see her last? When did I talk with her last? How did she sound or look? 

In order to put his mind at ease, when I went home for Winter break, I took a ton of videos. Videos of our parents having dinner together on Christmas Eve. Videos of Christmas day breakfast. Pictures of us opening presents. Videos of the Christmas parade on base. Videos of our families at the lake cabin on New Year's Eve. Pictures of his brother, me, and our Dads jumping in the freezing cold water to welcome in the New Year like we did when we were teenagers. Although, I have to say, I don't remember the water ever being that cold. 

I placed everything onto a CD. I sent the pictures and videos via email and sent him a copy of the CD via "snail mail." He loved it. It was too bad there was so much else weighing on his mind. His teams were always on one mission or another. Surveillance missions were constant. Intel gathering never stopped and they were constantly going in and out of towns, making contacts, gather information and verifying any leads. I could hear the stress in his voice as I read the letter he sent after he received the videos and pictures. 

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2130, 20Jan12 

Hello My Lovely Brat, 

I can't tell you how much I loved the pictures and videos you sent me. It was the best Christmas present ever. Except for my book of course! You giving me that book, getting mad at me, and not talking to me, made me realize something at the time. I knew if I couldn't stand not talking to you for those few days, I would never be able to live without you. I wasn't happy with myself for thinking it then, but I knew I was in love with you and there wasn't much I could do to fight it. That book changed both of our lives. I hope you don't regret giving it to me or what followed. 

Baby, I can't tell you how much I love and miss you. I close my eyes and you are the first thing I see. I go to bed and you are my last thought before I finally fall asleep. My first thought every morning is of you. Then reality sets in and I realize I'm in the -- of the world. 

I'm sure you have been keeping up on the news reports about "local" events. We have been pretty busy the last few weeks. Mid-December we were assigned to ensure the safety of some "politicals" here. The Iraqi President had a stroke. Military Brass was in and out of Baghdad for days and nights. What a CF (cluster f-)! 

A few days later, 21Dec12, we had some problems with the Kurds. Not like that is anything new here. They wanted to show their dislike for foreign influence in their country so they placed some oil wells on fire. The flames were magnificent in the black of night. It was actually a rather impressive sight. A Hint to the amount of oil that burned would be to say, take your savings and buy up some oil/gas stocks. 

We were playing "security guards" for a local political the other night. After multiple assassination attempts on him, someone decided to drive a car bomb into his house. It's no secret; it's all over the news. If it's not a run through Baghdad, it's a baby-sitting job in Kurdish. I'm glad Uncle Sam spent so much time and money on educating and training us. 

Scratch that Baby, I'm just a little cranky tonight. I probably shouldn't be writing to you in this mood, but I feel closer to you when I'm writing to you. It's like the perfect conversation, I talk and you don't interrupt me, correct 

me, or put your fingers over my mouth because you don't like what I'm saying. (Remember I love you!) 

Anyway, like I said, I feel closer to you when I'm writing to you. Right now, I feel the need to be close to you. I wish you were in my arms right this minute. I wish my mouth was on yours. I wish your body was against mine and that our fingers were locked tight (and other parts!). God, If I close my eyes and turn on my imagination I cannot only see you; I can even smell your berry shampoo when I take a deep breath. I wish I could taste you baby. I do. 

I ache for you Andrea. My body, my mind, my heart, and my soul all ache for you! 

Andrea, I love you. I've loved you most of my life and then some! Be good Baby. Good night and sweetest dreams. 

Love, Yours Always 

Brian 

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My Marine, My Brian was hurting and there wasn't very much I could do for him. I needed to stay strong and just keep making sure he had whatever he needed to know that we hadn't forgotten that he was over there. I wanted him to know that we hadn't forgotten where he and his men were or what they were doing. So, I arranged what I called a "Support Mission" for Brain's Platoon. Several of my friends all baked two dozen cookies each. We had twenty four dozen cookies to box and send. We also collected money at a donation table to send "personal items" to the Platoon. 

We collected over three hundred dollars in about nine hours just by placing a few jars on a table. I had pictures of Brian and his men on poster boards. I wrote a little story about who they were and what they were responsible for doing while on duty. One of the students that passed by tossed a twenty dollar bill in the jar and he told us that his brother was in the Navy and his family sent care packages monthly. 

A few days later, I took the money and bought everything from razors and shaving cream to deodorant and phone cards. When I packed everything up, I marked a box of cookies special for Brian. I labeled it in big red letters, "Lieutenant Brian Miller: FYEO!" (for your eyes only) From: BRAT xo I placed a little surprise in it for him. Now, all I had to do was mail it and pray it reached Brian before anyone else opened it. I also placed my letter in the box with the cookies so that he could get my letter and my surprise at the same time. 

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February 14, 2013 2300 

Hi Marine, 

I miss you too! I love you too! In fact, I loved you first and a lot longer!! Will you be my Valentine? Please say yes, because if you don't I have no Plan B. If you don't say yes, my life will be FUBAR! And it will all be your fault. You know my Daddy won't like that and won't be happy with you. So, you really have no choice! 

I'm glad you loved the pictures and videos. Your emails have kept me going but nothing makes me feel like I do when I get your letters. I slept with your last one for days. I wish I were in your arms too. I wish I could wrap my arms and legs around you and just hold you for days, weeks, and months, forever! 

I hope this box of cookies arrived intact! I want you to pull out the bag of cookies and pull back the tissue paper on the bottom of the box. Go ahead and do it now. I will wait here patiently...Ok. I have waited long enough. Now pull the piece of cardboard back. Open the envelope in your hand. Are you surprised? Do you like them? 

Either you are saying, "Baby, I fucking love them!" or you are saying, "Baby, what are you talking about, there is nothing in the bottom of this box!" I'm hoping it's option number one. If it's option number two, then some other Marine has a half-naked picture of me in a pair of white silk panties with a lace crotch and a half cup bra! Not to worry though, he will be more interested in the second picture in which I am no longer in the half cup bra! And then of course the third picture in which I am no longer in the white silk panties! 

Oh well! OO RAH!! No one can say I don't support my Marines! Happy Valentine's Day! 

I hope these pictures brighten your mood. I hope they make you feel closer to me. I hope they help you to sleep better tonight. Remember when you left, I told you "the only thing you could get happy with is your hand"? Well I hope these help you to "get happy." More importantly than your happiness, at least for now, is your safety and well-being and I can't have you thinking like you were thinking in your last letter. 

I need you to pull it together Marine. I won't pretend I have any idea of what it is like for you over there or what you and your men are dealing with daily. What I do know is who you are and what you have inside of you. You are a good man. You are a great Marine. You are a strong man made even stronger because you are a Marine. You are an intelligent man made more intelligent and formidable because of your Marine education and training. You are also a loving and caring man, but if that gets in your way, CLOSE IT DOWN!! That being said, if you need to shut down the loving and caring part and build a wall of defense around you to protect yourself, DO IT!! DO IT NOW!! I will break it down when you come home to me. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 02



Before I say good-night I have two things to address with you. First, regarding that "perfect conversation" comment in your letter, you should know you will pay for that big time! If you thought my fingers over your mouth were a problem for you...you haven't seen anything yet! I'm thinking about my "Goose and Gander Theory!" Remember that theory?? No worries, I will remind you if you have forgotten. 

Second issue to be addressed is your comment about my Christmas present of the book, I'm glad you loved it and I'm even happier if that is what caused us to fight and made you think about things differently. If being mad at you made you realize you love me, then I can be mad at you all the time. Because I will love you for all time. I mentioned earlier that I have no Plan B. I will NEVER regret giving you anything! Not my time! Not my body! Not my heart! And certainly not my LOVE! 

Now, enjoy my surprise! I am praying those pictures are in your hands and not someone else's, so first chance you get, send me an email confirming! Brian, KNOW I love you. Do whatever you have to do to get through things and come home. 

I miss you Marine! I love you! I've said it before and I will say it again. Brian, I have loved you since I was eight; I will love you when I'm eighty. Be safe my love. 

Love, Always Your Brat! Xo 

P.S. Those are the only naked pictures of me since I was a toddler. Protect them! Secure them! 

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To: BriansBrat@XOXO Time: 0730, 27Feb13 

From: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO 

Good Morning Baby, 

What a SURPRISE!! My hand and I thank you! Seriously, we thank you! The cookies were pretty good too! Do you notice how many exclamation marks I am using! That's how good of a mood you put me in last night! In fact, you put me in a good mood three times since I received my "cookies." I will never eat another oatmeal raisin cookie without thinking of you! Please save that outfit for me. It's going into a one of those 'memory box' things and I'm going to hang it on my wall. The "cookies" however, will be kept under lock and key. I promise. 

I'm sorry about the letter thing. You were right to call me on it. My mind was not in the right place. As for my comment about "regrets," I have none and I know you don't either. It's been a long six months. 

Baby, your letter, your "cookies," and your cookies, did wonders for me and my mood. No worries. I have it together and I have "Unfucked" myself. (Excuse the Marine in my language, but it really does fit the situation.) My head is no longer up my Ass and my mind is clear and on business. I can always count on you to put me straight and know exactly what I need. Another thing I love about you. 

Andrea, I love you. I've loved you for most of my life and then some! Thanks for being there for me when I needed you most. I'm so lucky to have you. I love you and need you in my life. Thank you for forcing me to see that! 

Love, Your Marine 

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To: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO Time: 0055, 27Feb13 

From: BriansBrat@XOXO 

Hello My Love, 

Good Morning to you! Good night for me! I'm glad I didn't shut down the computer. I was hoping to hear from 

you soon. It sounds like you enjoyed your surprise and your "cookies", and your cookies. Three times! Wow! You're damn right I'm saving that outfit, but it will be worn if it works so well. I could use "three times" right now! I miss you so much. I miss you mentally, physically, and yes sexually! Mostly, I just miss being able to talk to you, hear your voice, and hold those big beautiful strong hands of yours. Ok, there are a few other things I miss, but you didn't send me any "cookies" to work with. Any chance of that happening???? Please!! 

I'm glad you are in a better frame of mind. I'm glad you, excuse my Marine lingo, "Unfucked" yourself. Remember what I said. CLOSE IT DOWN if you need to. We'll fix it when you get home. There is nothing we can't do together. 

Just so you know, I'm saving your email in a dozen different files and I'm keeping a hard copy. This way, when you start to give me a hard time about something, I can pull it out and read where you said, "You always know what I need. You always know how to straighten me out." I don't know why you never listened to me sooner. Oh! Wait, yes I do. It's because of your stubborn know it all asinine behavior. Thank God I love that about you! Along with everything else. 

Have a good day my love. Be safe! Take care of yourself for me. 

Love, Always Your Brat! Xo 

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To: BriansBrat@XOXO Time: 0750, 27Feb13 

From: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO 

I tell you I love you and need you. I tell you that you are the best thing in my life and keep me going. What do you focus on??? How you will save my emails and use my words in future blackmail??? What happened to all of those psychology classes you took? There is something seriously wrong with your thinking baby. I never realized just how devious you are! First you plan on using my Mom's Intel against me and now my own words. Are you sure you are in the right field? Maybe "law" or "mergers and acquisitions" would be better suited to your subterfuge. 

Love, Your Highly Skilled in Hand to Hand Combat and Interrogation Marine 

Love You! Brian 

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To: BrianMillerYourMarine@XOXO Time: 0120, 27Feb13 

From: BriansBrat@XOXO 

Oh My Dearest Marine, 

I am a woman. That fact alone trumps most everything that you have been trained to deal with physically or mentally. I will use whatever tools I need to in order to keep you in line. Never underestimate me Marine! I am full of surprises! As for your "hand to hand combat," I too enjoy a certain amount of knowledge when it comes to "hand to hand" movements!! And I think you know that I am not talking about "knife hands." As for "Interrogation techniques" bring them on Marine, I look forward to your "skills" being put into action. You will find I can be as slippery as a "rhythmic serpent," if the need arises. ; p 

Love Always, Your Brat xo 

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I never realized how much I really missed Brian until the night before my birthday. It was just before the start of spring break and I was sitting in my room finishing up some research notes. I looked at the date on the computer and I couldn't believe it was the night before my birthday and I hadn't even realized it until that moment. Brian was always the first to acknowledge my birthday when we were younger. He would tease me for the entire week beforehand. He was merciless with his comments and teasing. 

"So, are you going to have a clown at your birthday party this year? Maybe some pony rides for the kiddies?" He would tease. Ok, so one year my Mom did have pony rides, but they were fun and I was only nine. Brian never let me forget it. If that didn't work he would try to make me mad by pointing out the fact that I was "just a kid" and he was so much "more mature." The only problem with his theory was he was never acting very mature when he said it. 

Brian would always come through in the end. My birthday would come around and he would give me a wonderful gift that always had some personal meaning between the two of us. His cards were always nice and he would often write something sweet in them. Looking back now, I should have known that even then he cared about me. 

On my thirteenth birthday, he gave me a lock and key journal. It was beautiful. It was a dark brown leather covered book with an embossed butterfly on the cover. His card said, "Brat, you are growing up now. Thirteen is the year you leave being a kid and start becoming a young woman. Spread your wings and fly my butterfly, you are no longer a caterpillar. You should keep a journal. Just don't write about me in it! Happy Birthday, Brian" 

I asked his Mom if she picked it out for me. She said, "No, honey. It was Brian. I didn't even know he remembered your birthday until he came down and asked me for some tape to wrap your gift. I have to say, I was impressed he remembered. I was more impressed by the gift he chose for you. Did you like it?" 

Like it, I slept with that journal under my mattress for the next two years. That was how long it took me to fill each and every page of it. If Brian only knew how many of my entries included something about him, he would have killed me. Although, he must have known he would be a main character in it. He was a main character in my life, so why would my journal be any different. Someday I will have to pull it out of storage and read some of it to him. 

As if he heard me, the next morning I received my birthday card and letter from Brian in the mail. I lay back down on my bed as I started to read it. God, I missed my man. I didn't think it would be this bad. 

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2130, 10April13 

My Dearest Brat, 

If I have timed this letter correctly, it should arrive shortly before your birthday. Happy Birthday Baby! I wish I were there to celebrate it with you. I wish I were there just to be with you. I miss you so much. Sometimes I wonder why I held back my feelings for so long. Denied us both the time that could have been spent making memories, time that could have been spent making love to each other. Now, if I could get that part of our lives back, I would spend each and every minute of it with you. 

You can't possibly know how much I miss you. I wish you were in my arms. I wish I could feel the softness of your body against mine. I wish I could feel the curves of your body as my hand stroked along your side. The warmth of you, the smell of you, the taste of you, and the feel of being "with" you is all I think of every morning and every night. You fill my thoughts, as you fill my heart. 

I want you so bad Andrea, so very bad. I miss everything about you. I miss everything about us. I'm sorry I will miss your birthday. I will make it up to you when I get back home. I will make a lot up to you when I get back home. 

Things here are still crazy. It seems like "we" have been here for years, yet I know it's only been several months. This place gives new meaning to "God forsaken." I hate to say it, but "the bigger we" haven't made much of a difference here. The "locals" can't agree amongst themselves what they want. How the hell are "we" (the bigger we) supposed to help them? 

The old saying, "You can predict future behavior based on past acts and history" is only too true here. After more than a decade here, I don't think things have progressed much. It will be interesting to see how things go after the withdrawal of troops occurs. History is a bitch and tends to repeat itself. We shall see. 

Enough about "shop talk" as you say. I'm writing to tell you Happy Birthday! I wish I could give you your birthday gift in person, but that isn't on the cards for this year. I wrote my Mom a while ago and had her take care of something for me. When you go home for Spring break, stop over at my house. My Mom has your birthday gift from me. I hope you enjoy it. It was the best I could do to give you something you asked me for a little while ago. When I get home, I will add to it for you. 

I miss you. I love you. I have loved you most of my life and then some. Happy Birthday Baby! 

Love Always, Your Marine 

Your Brian 

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The following week I went home for Spring break. I couldn't wait to see my parents. I missed Brian so much and only seeing them could help to cover the gap in my heart. It couldn't fill the missing piece of my heart, but it could help cover the pain for a while. Being home was like being held in a warm loving embrace. Everything was familiar and comforting. 

The house was a home, not simply a room to live in for a while. My Mom and Dad were there for me and just hearing them talk to me or to each other was comforting. Sleeping in my own room and my own bed was like being with an old friend. It was two days before I even wanted to go over to Brian's house to see his parents. On one hand, I couldn't wait to see them and to see my gift from Brian. On the other hand, I didn't want to be reminded that he wasn't there and that I wasn't the only one missing him. It sounds selfish and maybe it was, but that was how I felt. 

Finally, that afternoon, I walked across the yard and knocked on the back door. Mrs. Miller answered and gave me a big smile. Then she gave me a big hug and said, "It's alright honey, I know." I could tell by the look on her face that she understood my delay in coming over to see them. She knows me too well and there was no reason for me to lie, so I told her the truth. 

"I'm sorry I took so much time before coming over. I just needed to be home with my parents for a while and get myself together. I've been a little out of sorts lately." 

"Come on and let's sit down and talk. I made some cookies and I'll get you something to drink. What do you want honey?" She just looked and smiled at me and I felt like I was eight years old again. 

"I'll just have a bottle of water if you have any Mrs. M. and of course some of your cookies." I smiled back at her. 

She brought over the bottle of water and I immediately opened it and started to drink. She placed the platter of cookies in front of me and started to take off the plastic wrap covering. 

"They're oatmeal raisin, Brian's favorite, but you know that." 

She looked at me as I started to choke on the water I could no longer swallow. When she said, "oatmeal raisin" all I could think of was Brian saying, "I will never look at an oatmeal raisin cookie again without thinking of you." Of course he really meant "without thinking of your naked pictures." I couldn't stop choking and water came spurting out of my mouth as I coughed. 

"Honey, are you all right? What happened, did the water go down the wrong pipe?" 

"Yes. I'm sorry. I just swallowed and it went down the wrong way." Of course, my face was red as a beet, but luckily she thought it was from choking and not my embarrassing thoughts. If she only knew what her little boy would be thinking of every time she made him oatmeal cookies from now on, she would switch to chocolate chip. 

We talked for a while and then Mrs. Miller went up to get my birthday gift from Brian. She came down with this box all wrapped in beautiful pale pink and white stripes. She had another silk ribbon tied around it and a big white flower on top of the bow. 

"Brian wrote to me a few weeks ago and asked me to take care of his gift for you. He sent me a sealed envelope to put in the gift for you. So, here you go. He left instructions for you to follow. I have them here. She handed me the instruction sheet and a set of keys. 

"What are these?" I looked at her confused. Why was she giving me keys? 

"They are Brian's keys to his jeep and to the lake cabin. Once you read his instructions, it will all make sense. Now, you need to go honey. I love you and Happy Birthday. I'll see you in a day or so and give you my birthday gift then. Now it is time for you to follow the instructions for Brian's gift." As she finished her sentence, she got up from the table and walked me to the door. 

"Don't forget honey, open the instructions and follow them before you open anything else." She winked at me. 

I wasn't sure what was going on, but it was something that Brian had planned so I was going to do exactly as he wanted me to. I took the keys she gave me, the gift box, and the envelope with the instructions and I went home. I took everything up stairs to my bedroom. I shut my door and went over to the bed. I hesitated before opening the envelope. Then, I just said, do it the way he wants you to. He did this for a reason. 

I started to read the instructions Brian had left for me and tears started to flow as I could hear his voice in every written word. 

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Hello my Beautiful Brat! 

Happy Birthday Baby! I know you debated opening your gift first. Didn't you? Don't lie to me, I know you did. I'm hoping you thought better of it and decided to do things my way. If so, you are just sitting on your bed now, reading my directions. I'm right aren't I? I know you better than you think. Now wipe those eyes and no more tears. This is supposed to make you happy when you think of me, not sad. 

Mom and Dad helped me a little since I'm not there to take care of things myself, but know that I thought long and hard about how I could make this birthday a special one for you. You are so special to me, that there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I want you to know that. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. 

I had a little help from your Mom too. So, go to your closet and open the door. There is a packed overnight bag on the floor. Pick it up and take it with you downstairs. Don't forget to take your present with you also. My Mom should have given you the keys to my jeep. They also have the key to the lake cabin on the key ring. Everyone knows you will be gone overnight and won't return until late tomorrow. Now, I want you to get in the jeep and drive to the lake cabin. Drive safe Baby. I'll talk to you when you get there. 

Happy Belated Birthday! I Love you! Brian XO 

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I did as he asked. Questioning in my head what he had planned. He must have really been working on this for a while since he had to contact both of our parents to aid him in his birthday surprise. I was moved, impressed, and a little worried about what he had set into motion. None of my concerns stopped me from following his request though. I was in the jeep with my birthday gift and headed to the lake cabin. 

It was a nice Spring afternoon. I left the house about two o'clock and figured I would arrive at the cabin around three thirty or so. As I got closer, I became more excited about what Brian had planned. If he went through all of this trouble, it was going to be something really different and really good. I started to get that "I can't wait" feeling. It's the one where your heart picks up a few beats, your stomach feels like it is flipping over on itself, and you get goose bumps all over. Well, that's what I was feeling like. 

I was in such a hurry to get there, I had to keep reminding myself of the speed limit before I got pulled over and cited for speeding. The closer I got, the faster my heart started to beat. Finally, I reached the lake access road and turned the jeep down through the pine tree covered path. As the sun light peeked through the trees, I could see the sun fairies dancing in the light beams. 

It was in that moment, an odd feeling came over me. I felt a shiver run through me and it felt like my heart stopped for a second. It was a very eerie feeling and then it was gone. As I broke through the tree line, I could see the cabin. I pulled up next to it and parked the jeep. I was in the exact spot that Brian proclaimed his love for this lake and cabin the last time we were here. I could hear his voice whispering in my ear as if he were standing right next to me. I heard the same exact words he said to me before he left. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 02



"I really love this place. I think this cabin and this lake may be my favorite place on earth. If I could only live in one place for the rest of my life, I would choose here." That's when Brian looked around as if he needed to take it all in for the last time. I felt a chill down my spine then too, the way he almost had to breathe the place in, as if he wouldn't return to it, at least not any time soon. I remembered how unnerving it felt then. It was similar to the feeling I just had but not as intense. 

As Brian's words went through my mind, I started to feel better. All of a sudden, I felt warm again, like Brian was there with me and hugging me. I grabbed my overnight bag and headed to the front door, I could see another envelope taped to the front door of the cabin. I realized that it was Brian's handwriting on the envelopes. He must have written everything out for me and given directions on how he wanted things placed. My Marine is detail orientated and I love him for it. My man made sure he gave me something special for my birthday and I couldn't ask for more. Now, if my lover were only here with me, I would show him how much he means to me. 

I took the envelope down and opened it. Inside was another letter from Brian with instructions. His handwriting was meticulous as were his orders. 

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Hi Brat, 

I'm glad to see you made it here safely. I'm assuming my jeep is still in one piece and that I won't have any speeding tickets sent to me while I'm away. Now, I want you to follow my instructions. In order if you would be so kind. Take your bag and present and go into the bedroom please. 

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As I took my belongings, I did as he requested. When I opened the bedroom door, I was overwhelmed by the sight in front of me. There were at least a dozen vases of wild flowers all over the bedroom. There were flower petals spread over the bed and a bottle of wine on the bedside table with a little card envelope next to it. I walked over and put my bag on the floor and my present on the bed. Then I took the card and opened it. As I started to read it, I started to tear up and cry. It was a soft cry. 

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Happy Birthday Baby, I hope you like this part of my surprise. Enjoy the wildflowers. They remind me of you and how wild you can be! They also remind me how lucky I am to have you in my life. Pour a glass of wine, open the patio doors, sit on the deck, and look out onto the lake as you open your present. It will take you awhile to go through it. Take your time. Enjoy the sun set. At the end of your present, I have more instructions for you. I hope you enjoy your gift. I wish I were there with you. I'm thinking of you and you are always in my heart. Xo 

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I poured a glass of wine and took my birthday present out onto the deck. Someone did a lot of work preparing the cabin for me. The wildflowers were strategically placed on the porch deck also. I could smell them all around me. The recliner was covered in pillows and a warm throw blanket rested on the foot of the chair. Next to the recliner there was a CD player and a little post-it saying, "Press Play." I did and one of my favorite albums started, Van Morrison's greatest hits album started to play. 

"Bright side of the Road" was the first song to come on as I began to open my present. I tore through the paper and opened the box to find a huge leather covered picture album. The first picture was of a naked baby Brian. The post-it note said, "You wanted naked pictures of me, here they are. Sorry Baby, it's the best I could do from here. I promise I'll make it up to you as soon as possible." 

I don't know how it was possible, but I was crying and laughing at the same time. The first several pictures, in the album, where of my man in all his naked glory. Even as a baby my man was handsome. I had naked Brian on the bed, naked Brian in the tub, a naked toddler Brian running in the yard, I loved each and every one. My man is something else. 

As I went through the album, Brian was growing up in front of my eyes. When I got to the section of the album where Brian was about twelve, the pictures started to include me. As Van Morrison sang "Brown Eyed Girl," there was a picture of Brian and me playing in the lake. I was looking at a picture of Brian inspecting the stitches in my lip from our basketball mishap as "I'm in Heaven when you Smile" started to play. I was amazed at the timing and even though I knew it was practically impossible to time the pictures to the songs, they just seemed to fit. 

I continued through the album, almost able to remember the exact moments of each picture. The song changed again and Van was singing, "Sweet Thing" and there was a picture of me in my junior prom dress. Brian had a cut out of his face placed over the face of my prom date. I laughed. 

As I turned a few more pages, I came to a picture of me sitting on my porch alone. Brian had to have taken it from his bedroom window. The angle was downward and it had to be a telephoto lens because you could see I was crying. At the bottom of the picture he wrote, "Brat, if you only knew I love you too, you wouldn't cry." As my thoughts came back to the present, I heard Van Morrison ending with "that was a wonderful remark." I remembered the day of that picture. It was right before Brian was leaving for Georgia Tech and I told him I loved him. He did what he always did and said, "I know Brat." Only that time, he kissed me. I swear I felt him with me. 

I was almost at the end of the album and there were pictures of me leaving for PENN when "Baby Please Don't Go" came on the player. I couldn't help myself, I started to cry again. Of course, at the end of the album, we got a little older. There was a picture of Brian and me after we came home from making love and spending our first night together. His Mom must have taken it when we were standing in my yard. We were just standing outside of the jeep and Brian had his arms around me. My head was on his shoulder and I was hugging him back. That was one of the last pictures in the album. The CD ended with "Have I told you lately that I love you." 

As if Brian not only had the power to play the perfect music at the perfect time, he also apparently had the power to time the sunset. I picked up my glass of wine and watched a spectacular sun sink over the lake. The sky was the perfect shades of pinks, lavenders and purples as the still bright orange sun set behind the tree line and dusk set in to end the most beautiful day I had since Brian was deployed. It was another part of the perfect birthday present that my lover had arranged for me. 

I turned the last page of the album and I came to the final picture. It was a picture of Brian and me hugging at the base before we said good-bye. I have no idea who took it, but I was glad to have it. Brian's head was leaning down and I was looking up into his eyes. Our foreheads were touching and I remembered that that was when he told me exactly how he wanted me to say good-bye and then drive away. The tears started to slowly slide down my cheeks as I remembered that moment. Then I saw the envelope attached to the album cover. It was another letter from Brian. 

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Andrea, please don't cry baby. Wipe away those tears and think of all the fun and good times we had, we will have again. I hope you enjoyed your little trip down memory lane. I hope you loved your gift as much as I loved mine when you sent me all of those photos and videos and of course my "cookies." I have one or two more gifts for you my love. When you're ready, I left another note under your pillow, read it after dinner when you're ready to go to bed. There is dinner and dessert (I owed you a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate icing) in the refrigerator waiting for you. Heat it up and enjoy another glass of wine. 

Happy Birthday, I love you, Your Marine 

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I sat outside until dusk turned into night. The sky was just turning that dark blue before it goes black when I saw my first star of the night. I remembered the little saying my Mom taught me when I was a kid and I started to sing it. I looked at the star and made my wish. "I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish, I wish tonight. Please God, bring Brian home safe and if at all possible, soon!" Then I went in and heated up the dinner that he had planned for me. Country fried chicken, cornbread stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, and sweet baby carrots. All of my favorites, along with one piece of "I owe you" chocolate cake with chocolate icing. It was wonderful. 

Feeling a little tired and emotionally drained, I took my third glass of wine with me into the bedroom. I changed for bed and then went out to sit on the patio deck. I hit the play button again and just listened to the music quietly play. I looked out over the lake and watched as the moon left its mark on the surface of the water. I cleared my head of all thoughts and focused only on Brian. I lay there with all of my memories on a movie reel playing in my mind. As I started to feel my eyes closing, I went in to bed. 

I locked the patio doors and went to climb under the covers. Reaching under the pillow, I found another present with the letter he told me would be there. I wasn't sure which one I was supposed to open first. I opened the letter first because that was the only thing he had mentioned and I thought his instructions might be inside to address the box. 

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Hi My Brat, 

It's been a long day for you. I hope you enjoyed it and your presents. I tried to make things as special as I could for you from here. I hope you're comfortable. How much wine did you drink? I don't want you falling asleep on me. Not just yet anyway. This is my final gift for you tonight. Open the small box that accompanies this letter. Then you can turn this page and read on from there. I love you Brat. 

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I took the box, untied the ribbon and unwrapped the present. Inside was a blue velvet jewelry box. When I lifted the lid a beautiful platinum heart shaped locket and necklace with a small diamond rested on the velvet pillow. As I turned it over, engraved on the back was one word, "Mine." I kissed the heart and put the necklace on. Then I returned to my letter. 

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2330, 12April13 

Andrea, 

I want this to be the love letter of your dreams because you deserve to have your dreams come true. I can tell you the exact second I knew I was in trouble when it came to you. It was the night I busted your lip playing basketball. My stomach fell and I had a crushing pain in my chest knowing that I hurt you. When I looked down and saw all of the blood coming from your face I thought I would die right there. I didn't know what to do. I remember thinking, pick her up and get her inside. Before I knew what happened, you were in my arms and I was carrying you into the kitchen. 

When I cleaned you up and realized you would be ok, I never felt such relief in my life. When we drove home that night and you rested your head on my shoulder, I thought Oh my God! I'm in trouble. I never felt so good and so bad at the same time. I knew you were special to me and I knew there was no way I could tell you that. I had just turned seventeen and you were way too young for me. No matter how I tried to push you away, you would never accept it. Now, I'm glad you didn't. 

A few years later, when I could finally allow myself think of you, I realized I was in love with you. At that point, I denied myself that love because I had plans for my future that couldn't include you. I was set against anything ever happening between us. I never wanted to hurt you. I just couldn't let you know how much I loved you. It was my way of protecting you or so I thought. 

When I went away to school that first Christmas and you wouldn't even answer my emails, I actually thought about driving back home to yell at you. I was going to give you until that Friday to answer me, if not I was driving home that weekend. Thank God you took pity on me after only my fifth apology. The year you went off to school, I almost told you then that I loved you. When I came back to kiss you good-bye, I almost lost myself in you. It took every ounce of self-determination to walk away from you that day. 

Only now, after being away from you so long, do I realize what an "ASS" I was. Yes, this time I did use all capital letters. The only thing that I would go back and change in my life is when I first told you and showed you how much I love you. 

This last year has taught me so much about myself, about you, about love, and about life. I realize that we are both stronger than I gave us credit for. I can love you and still be a Marine. It has taught me what a strong, intelligent, caring, loving, and downright determined woman you have become. Not unlike the girl you were, just with a lot more curves! It has taught me that love doesn't have to be one thing or the other, but a combination of all things. When I count the number of times I could have and should have told you that I love you, I could kick myself for not doing it. 

Love and life have no meaning for me if you are not a part of them with me. You said you have no Plan B. Well, neither do I Baby. You are my Plan A through Z and I want it to be that way always. You are my first and last thought of the day. You are my reason for waking up and taking breath. You always say that I am your man, your marine, and your lover. Well, you are my woman, "My Brat", and my lover. One day soon, I will return home and we can add to that photo album. We will add our future to our past. We will add more love to our life together. 

Andrea, you are my reason to get through every day here. I can't tell you how happy I am, how thankful I am that you never gave up on me. That you never gave up on us. I am strong, but you Baby are the strongest. You have had to deal with more than most when it comes to me and my, let's see how did you so lovingly put it, "stubborn know it all asinine behavior." 

Well, that is all over Baby. I'm telling you that you were right all of this time. I should have told you how I felt as soon as it was possible to do so. I thought I was doing what was best for you. Instead, I just wasted time we could have shared. Now here is the real love letter part. There will never be anyone who holds my heart like you do, no one who knows me better than you do. There will never be anyone who makes me feel the way you do or who has the effect on me the way you do. Brat, I am yours. I love you. I want you. When I come home, I am going to show you in no uncertain terms just who you belong to and in return, I will belong to you. 

You hold my heart. You are "Mine!" I love you! 

Always Yours, 

Brian 

********** 

I fell asleep that night with Brian's letter held close. When I woke, it was early, the sun was just coming up over the lake and the sky was a mixed shade of oranges and yellows. It was colder than usual for late April and I could see the mist hanging over the water. It was a beautiful morning and I realized now, why this was Brian's favorite place. Its simple natural beauty was truly God's gift. The sunrises here appeared to be more colorful and bright. The sunsets more picturesque and when the moon beams hit the water's surface, you felt like the night sky and the lake were joined as one. 

I enjoyed a leisurely morning in bed and just reread all of Brian's letters. I flipped through my photo album again and thought of Brian. Around ten thirty, I decided to drag my lazy butt out of bed and make breakfast. I spent the rest of the morning walking along the lake reminiscing about the times we spent here. They were great times full of fun, laughter, and love. I thought about the times yet to come and how lucky we were to have this place as our special place. I made a promise to myself that when Brian came home, we would spend as much time as possible here. This would be where Brian would want to get reacclimated to home life. 

Before I knew it, the better part of the afternoon had past and it was time to pack my things and start the drive back home. As I locked up the cabin, I realized how much time and effort Brian put into making my birthday special. He had to have written the letters in advance, provided specific instructions for his Mom to carry out, made plans for my presents, and he had to have assistance to get the cabin ready and put everything together on this end. It amazed me that he did all of that for me, but then, he often amazed me. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

I took my time driving home. I didn't return until early evening. When I pulled into the driveway, I saw the base Chaplin's car parked in front of Brian's house and my heart sank. Fifty million thoughts ran through my head, none of them were good. I was in such a rushed state; I forgot to put the jeep in park as I started to jump out of the door. I felt the jeep rolling and reached back in to pull the emergency brake. I slowed down just long enough to push the gear shift into park and then I ran into the house. 

Brian's parents were in the front room talking with the Chaplin. His Mom was sitting on the couch and I could see she had been crying. His Dad stood next to her with his hand on her shoulder. My parents were standing next to Brian's Dad. As I looked at their faces, I could only tell that something bad had happened. When his Mom looked at me she started crying. The first thing I thought was "Oh God Brian," immediately followed by "Please God let him be alive." 

I felt my legs start to shake and I thought to myself, "Do not fall! Stay strong! This is not the time to lose it!" Just before my legs weakened and I would have hit the floor, I felt strong arms grab hold of me. The next thing I knew, I was being held in my Dad's arms. 

"Just tell me, is he dead?" I whispered in my Dad's ear. 

"He's not dead. Baby, Brian is not dead." He was repeating this in my ear as my entire body shook and I leaned in to his embrace. I could barely hear him. It was like his voice was coming from some tunnel and it was muffled. All I heard was sobbing. I thought it was Brian's Mom, but then I realized the sounds were coming from me. I was so relieved to hear my Dad say he was alive, that nothing else mattered. 

I immediately stopped crying and wiped away my tears. I hugged my Dad tight and kissed his cheek. "Daddy, stay close to me. Keep your arm around me." I whispered before I turned to look at everyone else in the room. Slowly, my Dad walked me over to the group. I kissed Brian's Dad, then his Mom. Before I knew it, Mrs. Miller grabbed my hand and pulled me down to sit next to her. My Dad quickly moved around the table and sat next to me. He gently placed his arm around my back and just left it there. That was big for my Dad; public affection wasn't displayed often from the Commander, but now he was Daddy. 

I looked to the Chaplin and said hello as Mrs. Miller grasped my hand tightly. He recapped what he had just told everyone else. I received the abridged version. I would ask my Dad later for the detailed version. What I did hear him say was that Brian had been out on an evening run with one of his units. It wasn't something he did often, but he had mentioned, in a few of his emails, that he liked to do it once in a while. He liked the direct connection with his teams, so he would rotate a run with a different team when he could. 

The information the Chaplin and the Casualty Officer shared was that the unit had been on an early evening run through one of the towns to check on some reported activity of weapons trades. They were returning to base when the lead vehicle hit an IED and Brian was hurt. The initial reports were that he had a head injury but that he was stable. We had no idea the extent of the injury or its effect on Brian. The only things we knew for certain were that no one in the vehicle died, one of his men had some broken bones, and the driver had some facial injuries, a collapsed lung and a broken collar bone. We also knew that most of the damage was on the right front side and Brian was in the passenger seat at the time of the explosion. He sustained a closed head injury and was being treated with the other injured Marines in his unit at the Bagram Air Force Base. The rest of the team in the second vehicle was uninjured. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 02



The Military Chaplin and the Marine Casualty Notification Officer must have been there for a while before I arrived because they asked if there was anything else they could do before they left. When Brian's Dad, the Sergeant Major, said no thank you, the Chaplin shook his hand and started to leave. 

My Dad looked at me to see if I was ok. I knew he was checking to see if I would be ok while he walked out and had a word with the two officers. I nodded confirming his unasked question and he squeezed my hand and then kissed my forehead. The Marines waited at the front door as if they knew the Commander would want to speak with them before they left. 

Several minutes later, my Dad came back in and whispered something to my Mom. She nodded and then quietly left the house. Mrs. Miller was still holding a vice like grip on my hand. I reached over and gently rubbed her wrist with my free hand. Finally, she loosed her grip. 

"I'm sorry honey. I didn't realize how hard I was squeezing you." She smiled through her tears. 

"It's ok. You didn't hurt me. I'm stronger than I look." I said as I gave her a smile and a wink. 

No one was saying anything and I couldn't stand the silence. I was watching my Dad and the Sergeant Major. They seemed to be communicating with each other, but not talking. There were a lot of looks exchanged and a few head nods. Other than that, I had no idea what they were doing. Finally, I just couldn't take the silence anymore. 

"Daddy, what can we do to find out more information? I want to know exactly what injuries Brian has and how bad his closed head injury is. It can be something as simple as a concussion or something far more serious. I don't understand why they didn't have more specific details of the injuries." 

"Andrea, calm down. We will get more information soon. I have the C.N.O and the Chaplin looking into some things for me now. As soon as they get some more facts about what is happening, they will call me. If I need to, I will make a few calls myself. For now, we need to wait for more answers." 

"I am calm. I just don't like waiting. They should have had more answers for us when they came here." 

"Andrea." He gave me the "behave yourself or you're going home" look he used to give me as a little girl. I hated that look then and I was less fond of it now. 

"Yes Sir." I said, knowing it would do no good to give him a hard time. Also, I didn't want to upset the Millers any more than they already were. 

"Can I leave you with Mrs. Miller while we take care of some business?" He asked as if he wasn't sure I could handle it and behave myself. 

"Really Daddy!" I said as if he just insulted me. I was even daring enough to give him my "Are you kidding me with that question" look. 

"Ok, then. We will be in my office if you need us. We won't be long." He said and gave me his "all clear" smile. 

I may be a Marine Brat, but I love my Daddy and I know he loves me. I also knew he was going to do everything in his power to get more information ASAP. Between the Commander and the Sergeant Major, no one was going to stop them. They were a force to be reckoned with and they had been part of a team together for almost fifteen years. They graduated more officers than you could count. They had more favors owed them throughout the Corps, than anyone else I could think of and they would get answers no matter what. That was one thing of which I could be sure. 

"How did you like your birthday present?" Mrs. Miller broke the silence with her question. 

"It was beautiful. It was absolutely perfect." I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I don't know how he pulled it all off. He must have planned it for a while. Thank you so much for helping make it perfect for him and for me." 

"Brian called me weeks ago with his ideas. He told me he would send me a detailed list of instructions and all of the letters and instructions packaged for you. He also ordered the large leather picture album and had it custom made so it could hold so many pages. I know it's only half full, but there are additional pages that can be inserted with new pictures. He also had me email him pictures of about twenty different heart pendants and lockets until he finally found the one he wanted. He had me get it inscribed for you. Did you like it?" She was tearing up as she finished speaking. 

I pulled the locket out of my shirt and showed her that I was wearing it. I kissed it and placed in back inside of my shirt. "I love it. I will wear it right next to my heart because that is where I carry Brian." 

"Andrea." She whispered as her voice cracked. 

"Everything will be ok. We just need to find out the extent of his injuries and then we can figure out what to do from there." I said, sounding much surer of what I was saying than I actually was at the time. 

"Andrea, do you remember what I said about this kind of situation in my letter?" She was very quiet as she spoke. 

"I remember. You have nothing to worry about Mrs. M, I'm here and I will do whatever it takes until Brian is..." I didn't know what to say, until Brian is what? Finally, I finished my sentence, "back to being our Brian or as close as he can be. Stubborn, know it all, pain in the butt, and all, we'll take him any way we can get him. Right?" I didn't know how bad his injury was, so I didn't want to give her promises I couldn't keep. 

"Right honey." She nodded as tears still streamed down her cheeks and she slowly wiped them away. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

A little while later, my Mom called and told me to bring Mrs. Miller over to our house. She had made dinner and we were all going to eat there. We walked over and I helped finish setting the table. 

"Is Daddy still in his office?" 

"Yes. He's been on the phone since they came over. The two of them are calling trying to get more information and to see what the plan is in regard to treating or transferring Brian. I'm not sure what they have found out yet, but I know they won't stop until they have their questions answered to their satisfaction." She looked directly at me and I could hear her say, "We both know that don't we?" in my mind. 

I nodded. "Whatever it takes, as long as, I get some detailed answers about Brian's injuries." 

We were just about to set out dinner when I heard them talking. That meant either they opened the door to the office or they were coming out. Either way, it meant they had some news. I waited a few seconds. When they didn't come into the kitchen I went to get up and go to the library. Before I even cleared my chair, my mother stopped me. 

"Andrea, sit down. When your father is ready to tell you what they found out, he will tell you. Until then you need to be patient and wait like the rest of us." She motioned her head toward Mrs. M and I felt like an idiot for not being more sensitive. Damn, my Mom sounded a lot like my Dad just then. 

"I'm sorry Mrs. M, I wasn't thinking. Are you ok?" 

"Andrea honey, I am so used to waiting for one thing or another it is like a second nature to me. I've been married to the Corps for way too long to think things would be any different in this situation. It doesn't mean I like it, it just is what it is. It's one of those cases of you will know what they want you to know, when they want you to know it. If anyone can change that, it's the two men sitting in that office." She nodded toward my Dad's den. 

Finally, about fifteen minutes later my Dad and Sgt. Major Miller came into the kitchen. We all looked at them as if we needed them to speak before we took our next breath. They looked at each other and my Dad simply gave a nod to the Sgt. Major and then he filled us in on what they found out about Brian. 

"Well, here's what we know so far." He walked over and sat down next to Mrs. Miller and placed his hand over hers as they rested on the kitchen table. "Brian is at Begram Air Force Base and being treated for a closed head injury. They did a few tests and he's had two head CAT scans. Everything looks fairly normal. He has a severe concussion, some ringing in his ears which they expect will clear with time, and he." Brian's Dad hesitated as he looked at his wife and held her hands tighter. "He has some brain swelling in the base of his brain. It is a little worse today than it was last night but they say that is expected. They will repeat another scan tomorrow and if he remains stable on exam, they are planning on transferring him. It appears that this swelling is causing some vision problems. We don't know anything more than that and the fact that he is stable as far as his vital signs go." He swallowed hard as he looked at his wife. 

"Where will they transfer him?" My eyes were closed as I asked and silently said a prayer of thanks and hope. 

"If he remains stable and able to be transferred, they will fly him to Ramstein Air Base in Germany. He'll be assessed there and treated until they make final plans for him to be transferred stateside. The plan will be to transfer him to Walter Reed in Bethesda as soon as he is able. Now, it's a waiting game." 

My Dad was looking at me when he said the last statement. He knows waiting is not one of my strong points. He also knows that I'm a take charge kind of person and I don't like to be told no or you can't. So I know he was just waiting to see what my reaction was going to be to their news. 

"I don't want to wait and see." I said without hesitation. "I'm going to fly out to Germany and meet him there." 

"No. You are not!" My Dad said as if I were one of his Marines. "There is nothing you can do for him and he will be transferred stateside within the next week or so." 

"I'm flying to Germany." I said as I walked past my Dad and started up the stairs. 

I heard my Mom say, "I'll go talk to her." 

"No. I'll talk to her." My Dad said as I got to the top of the stairs. 

He must have waited a few minutes before he decided to come up because I didn't hear footsteps on the stairs for quite a while. Then I heard a light tap of knuckles on my bedroom door. 

"I'm going Daddy. I don't want to argue with you, but I'm going." I didn't yell, I didn't cry, I just said it outright. 

"Can I come in baby? I'd like to talk to you." His voice was controlled and calm. 

"Yes, come in, the doors unlocked." 

"Andrea, Baby it makes no sense for you to go to Germany." He said as he walked over and sat on my bed next to me. "If I thought you could be of any help to Brian you know I would be the first to say go. But you won't be able to do anything for him. If you go, you would basically be getting there to sit for a few days to a week at the most before you had to get back on a plane to come home." 

"I want to go. I want to be there for him even if it is just sitting there." I was determined. 

"Andrea, think smart baby. There is nothing you can do for him there. You will be wasting your time and more importantly your energy. Brian is going to need you to be fully charged when he comes home. It makes more sense to stay here and go back to school. You graduate in less than a month. Finish your course work and research. When he arrives in Bethesda, you can visit him there. It's a two hour ride from Philly and you can spend the weekends there if you want to. By the time you're done with your classes and graduate, Brian will most likely be ready to come back here. That's when he will need you most." 

What he said made complete sense. He was being calm and rational and I was starting to agree with him. It was killing me thinking about not being with Brian as soon as possible. 

"I know what you are saying makes sense, but I want to be with him as soon as I can. I want him to know I'm there for him." 

"Andrea, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but this isn't about you. This is about Brian and what he needs." 

"What do you mean by that? You don't think Brian would want me to be there with him?" I was lost by what he was saying. My Dad knew Brian would want me with him, why was he saying this? 

"Andrea. If Brian's blindness is permanent, he will need time to be alone and go through some adjustments. He will not want you to be with him at first. In fact, if I know Brian, he's going to push you away." He turned to look into my eyes to see if I was really hearing what he said. 

"Daddy, you said blindness. You didn't say vision problems. You said blindness." Tears were flowing down my cheeks as the word blindness sank in to my mind. 

"Yes Baby, I said blindness. The doctor who returned my call informed me that Brian is blind right now. He said it could be temporary due to the swelling and the concussion but Brian needs to be evaluated by eye and neurology specialists. You know more about that than I do, but I do know that until that occurs, you should not fly out to be with Brian. Do you understand what I'm saying Andrea?" 

"Yes. Yes I do." I wiped the tears from my face as I realized things were worse than I thought. I did realize one thing. I had a great Dad and I knew he would do anything for me. He would protect me at any cost and do what was best for me. I also knew he was doing that right now by telling me not to go. How could I argue with him? 

"Andrea, I can't force you not to go. I'm just telling you what I think would be best for Brian and for you. It simply makes more sense for you to finish out this last month of school. It also makes more sense to give Brian a few days to understand what's going on and to figure out how he can deal with things." 

"I hear you and I know your right Daddy, but I just want to be with him so bad. He needs me now more than ever. You're right though. It makes more sense for me to stay here. Brian will definitely want the time without anyone he knows around him, especially me." 

"Then you agree not to go to Germany? You will give him the time between now and his transfer to Bethesda to at least try to adjust to the situation." He was asking me, but he knew he presented his case well and I agreed. 

"I won't go to him now. But make no mistake about it, when school is over and Brian is stateside, no one will stop me from being with him. No one Daddy, not even you in "The Commander" mode. I will do whatever I have to in order to make sure he gets what he needs." 

"I know you will Baby. I wouldn't expect anything less from you. I want you to be prepared for the fact that he may not want what you think he needs. He's going to fight it, fight you. Are you going to be prepared for that?" 

"I will be prepared for whatever comes my way. Brian's stubborn, but I can be just as stubborn if not more so if I need to be." I looked my Dad directly in the eye as I said it. 

"Andrea, no one knows how stubborn you can be like I do." He smiled and pulled me into a hug. 

"Gee, I wonder where I get it from Daddy." I kissed his cheek as he laughed. 

"I would have to say it's your Mother." We both laughed at that. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

It was the end of April before we heard that Brian was being transferred from Bagram to Ramstein for treatment and preparation to be transferred back to the states. He remained stable and was slowly recovering from his concussion. Brian's follow up head CAT scans showed the swelling of the brain tissue they originally saw in his occipital lobe of his brain was improving. The only thing that wasn't improving was his vision. 

Once he arrived at Ramstein Air Base he was triaged and spent several days at the Landstuhl Medical Center, a few miles off base. Reports were that his head CAT scans had continued to improve. The brain tissue itself was practically back to his normal baseline, but there was no change in his vision. I should say no change in his lack of vision. His pupils constricted to light, which was a good sign but he still couldn't see a thing. It was at Landstuhl that Brian was finally examined by a Neuro-ophthalmologist and was diagnosed with Transient Post-Cortical Blindness. 

The physician that examined him specialized in the function and working of nerves, the eye, and vision. She was kind enough to email me a copy of her findings and a list of reference articles that would be helpful to me in learning more about Brian's injury. 

As I reviewed some of the articles I was fascinated by the injury and the diagnosis. I found that it is caused by trauma to the occipital lobe of the brain where the vision center is located. The trauma, in Brian's case the explosive device causing an impact to his head, causes a lack or loss of blood flow to the cortex (surface tissue) of the brain that controls vision. It often results in partial or complete loss of vision. In Brian's case, at least for now, it was complete loss. 

The bad news was it could be permanent. The good news was is was more likely to resolve over time. The more I read, the more I information I consumed, and the more I became hopeful that Brian would have a good if not complete recovery. I was so immersed in my research of Brian's condition, that I called one of the physicians that specialized in Neuro-ophthalmology at the University Medical Center and asked if he would meet with me and discuss what plan of action could be taken to give Brian the best chance of recovery. He was more than happy to meet with me after I explained how Brian was injured. 

When I met with him, I showed him a copy of the physician's report from Landstuhl Medical Center. He said she seemed pretty thorough in her exam and findings. He gave me additional information about the diagnosis and warned me that it wasn't uncommon for someone to have visual hallucinations after such an injury. The most important information he gave me was that there were, what he called "retraining exercises" that could be done to help to relearn vision more or less. He did say to be prepared for a fairly long recovery time, as long as six months to a year. After a year, whatever vision that was regained would most likely be the vision that the person maintained. 

I was still hopeful and I was determined to help Brian. At least now, I felt more educated on the subject and better prepared to help him in whatever needed to be done. Now, I just had to convince him to let me. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

It was a Tuesday, May 7thbefore Brian was transferred to the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland. I couldn't wait to see him. I had two finals that week, so I wasn't going to be able to see him until the weekend. My plan was to drive to down to Walter Reed after my finals. I didn't have any classes on Monday, so I could have a long weekend to spend with Brian. 

All of our communications, from the time of his injury until present, had been through a third party. In Germany, I could email directly into the Critical Care Step-Down Unit and someone would read my email to him and respond back to me. Most of the conversation on my end was asking how he was, updating him on what I was doing, and ending with me telling him I couldn't wait until he got home so I could be with him. 

His responses were limited and the majority of them didn't even sound like Brian. I wasn't sure if they were limited because he had to depend on someone else to send them or if he simply was being short in response. I decided to ignore it and just be supportive of whatever he wanted for the time being. 

It seemed whenever I called to speak directly with him, he either didn't feel good or wasn't available. I knew what that really meant, but I just kept remembering what my Dad said about giving him the time he needs. Well, he could have all the time he needed, as long as it didn't go past Saturday morning. Then he was on my dime and I wasn't planning on losing any more time with him. 

The few days that he was at Walter Reed, I was able to speak to the nurse who was caring for him. Her name was Janie and she was Brian's primary nurse. She sounded very nice on the phone. Janie would answer all of my questions and if I didn't ask something she thought I should know, she would just tell me about it. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 02



I told her that I was worried that Brian was avoiding my calls. I was only able to speak with him once and even that was only for a minute or two. I also told her that his email responses were short and didn't sound at all like the Brian I knew and loved; she filled me in on a few things. 

"Andrea, what did Brian say to you when you told him you were going to come down this week?" I could tell just from her question and the sound of her voice that she was trying to lead me somewhere. 

"He said I should concentrate on school and my finals. He told me I didn't have to come down that he was fine and being well taken care of by everyone. Why do you ask?" 

Janie and I had spoken several times in the last few days and we were immediately comfortable with each other. She knew that I was a student at PENN and I was getting my degree in Neuro-Psychology. She was aware that I had significant knowledge of and experience with head injury patients because of my research. I think that was why she was so honest and at times blunt with me. This was going to be one of her blunt conversations. I could just feel it. 

"Andrea, Brian doesn't want you to come down to see him. In fact, he doesn't want anyone to visit him. He refused to talk to his mother on the phone today and had the corpsman tell her he wasn't feeling well. He's having a hard time dealing with his present situation and I believe he's getting a little depressed." 

"Janie, Brian doesn't get depressed. He gets mad, he gets angry, and he even gets irate at times, but he has never been depressed. He does on occasion shut down if he needs time to think about things. Do you think that's what's happening? Has he just shut down for a while until he can deal with things better?" 

"Well, you know him better than I do, so I suppose I could be reading him wrong. Maybe he has shut down for a while, but I just wanted you to be aware of what's going on in regard to his psychological state and not just his physical and medical states." 

"Janie, I want you to be brutally honest with me. Are you saying you don't think I should visit him because of how he is feeling and dealing with things? Or are you simply giving me information to help prepare me for my visit?" 

"I'm telling you that he doesn't want you to come. I'm also telling you that from what I can see and what I've heard from his mother, he needs you to come. I think if anyone is going to get through to him it's going to be you. That being said, I'm also warning you that when you come, it most likely won't be a warm and fuzzy visit. I can tell he is a stubborn man and he doesn't like not having things his way. He's not going to be easy to deal with you know." 

She was being straight forward and honest with me. It's funny how in such a short time, without ever meeting her, I trusted her opinion and valued her feedback. Just from talking to her, I knew she was good at what she did and that she really cared about Brian. 

"Oh Janie, you have no idea how stubborn my man can be. He's been that way as long as I've known him. On the positive side, I still love him regardless of his stubborn know it all, asinine behavior. On the not so positive side, I can be just as stubborn and I won't let him get away with any bullshit. He knows how I can be and I think that is part of the reason he is trying to keep me away." 

"I will give you a little warning since you were so kind as to give me a heads up. When Brian and I go at it, it can be rather scary. We don't fight so much as out talk or out strategize each other. It may get a little loud, but the time to really worry is when we get too quiet. That's our trigger point, always has been. When we get quiet or stop talking, one of us is about to take a beating and the other is about to win the game. I plan on winning." 

"Good to know." She laughed as she said it. "I will look forward to seeing you then. Good luck with your exams." 

"Ok, thanks. Janie, I want to thank you for taking care of Brian and for being so honest with me." 

"You're welcome. Have a safe trip and I'll see you when you arrive." 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

Before I knew it, the week flew by and it was the weekend. I knew I did well on my last two exams and all I had left to worry about before graduation was my verbal presentation on my research findings, but that wouldn't be until Tuesday. Then I was a free woman and could focus all my attention on Brian. I had a feeling I would need a lot of energy for the task at hand." 

My bags were packed and everything was ready to go. I left early and drove down to Walter Reed. As I entered the hospital, I was asked to check in at the front reception desk. I was handed a pass and directed to the elevators. Brian was on the fourth floor. When I arrived, before I went into Brian's room, I asked at the nurse's desk for Janie. 

"I'm Janie. You must be Brian's Andrea." She gave me a warm smile as she came from behind the desk. "How was your trip?" 

"Good thanks." Janie wasn't at all what I expected. She was petite, cute, and young, but extremely knowledgeable. After talking with her on the phone, she sounded so experienced, I expected her to be older. She must have read my thoughts on my face. 

"Not what you expected?" She laughed as I blushed. "Don't worry about it; I get it all of the time. I'm a little older than I look. I just have good genetics. Do you have any questions before you go in to see Brian?" 

"Has anything changed? How is he today?" I was a little hesitant to ask. 

"He's ok today. I'm fairly certain that he has been mentally preparing for your visit. He has tried to pick a fight with me all morning. I just keep telling him, I'm not paid enough to take any Marine bullshit, save it for someone who knows how to throw a pity party." She looked at me to see my reaction. 

"Oh Janie, we are so going to get along!" I looked at her and laughed. "I would have said the same thing or at least something very close to it. Brian knows that." 

"He must because after I said it, he told me I sounded just like you. Then he told me and I quote, "I'm done talking with you, get out and close the door behind you." We both burst out laughing. 

"Wow! He is in a mood. He usually tells me, 'I'm not going there with you. Period. The End!' He's never rude. He's stubborn and can be a bit of an ass at times, but never rude." 

"I don't think he was being rude, as much as, frustrated. You should know that his care team told him he would be discharged in a few days. There is no active treatment at present. He's recovering from his concussion, his head CT's have been good, and the swelling is completely resolved. Now, it's going to be a wait and see game. Any follow up or treatment can be done closer to home." 

"I wasn't expecting to hear that. Discharged. Do you know when?" 

"They want to repeat a final CT before he goes. Then physical therapy has to clear him. He'll have a therapy plan that he can follow at home, but he's already doing fine. I read the article's you told me about regarding Transient Post Cortical Blindness and the ones on perceptual relearning. They were really interesting. Thanks for sharing. I placed copies in Brian's chart for the rest of his team to review." 

"I'm glad they were helpful." I looked at the wall clock and checked the time. 

I was getting a little antsy. Being this close to Brian and not seeing him was starting to affect me. All of a sudden, I just felt the need to be with him. 

"Are you ready to go and see Brian?" She asked quietly as if she sensed the change in me and was trying to calm my nerves. 

"Yes. I need to see him." I nodded. 

Janie walked me down the hall to the very last room in the corridor. She gave me a wink and then a hug. She whispered to me. "Be strong. Don't treat him any differently than you would have before his injury. He doesn't need to be babied or taken care of by anyone. He needs to know he can take care of himself." 

I nodded and took a deep cleansing breath. The door was closed and she tapped lightly before opening it and walking into the room. 

"Brian you have a visitor." She announced. 

"I told you, I don't want any visitors." He was looking toward us and I realized he was following the sound. 

"Well my love, that's not an option." I said as I walked toward the bed. 

Janie quietly left and shut the door. I walked over and bent down to give Brian a kiss. He must have sensed my movement because he turned his head and my kiss landed on his cheek. I closed my eyes for a second and took another cleansing breath. Then I decided the best defense was a strong offense as my Dad so often says. 

"Ok Marine, how do you want to handle this? Are you really planning on curling up and sitting in bed while life passes? Or are you going to be the man and the Marine I know you to be and live up to your responsibilities and do what needs to be done here?" 

I could hear the change in my voice. It was me but I swear it sounded just like my Dad talking. I felt myself sitting straighter and feeling stronger, more in control over the situation. If Brian wasn't going to take control of it, I would have to. 

I watched Brian's reaction to what I said. He seemed a little shocked but I noticed his body posture changed too. He was holding his head a little higher, a little straighter. He sat forward and I saw his shoulders pull back. His jaw firmed and jutted out. I could see his eyes darken. I thought, ok, now here is my Brian, my Marine. We are about to go at it. I prepared myself for the fight. 

"I want you to leave Andrea. I don't want to argue or fight. I just want you to leave." His voice was quiet and calm, not at all what I was expecting from him. 

I got up off the bed. I turned and walked out the door. I walked down to the nurse's desk and spoke with Janie. She took a few minutes and then walked back to the room with me. I went back in and closed the door. Janie taped the sign she had written to the outside. 

It said, "DO NOT ENTER! ACTIVE ZONE! COUPLE REUNITING!" 

"Janie, I just want to be left alone." Brian said, not realizing it was me. 

I walked over to his bed again. I kicked off my shoes and pulled back his covers. Then I just crawled into bed next to him and wrapped my arms around him. I could feel his body stiffen. I made sure that my whole body was in contact with his. 

My face was next to his, my left arm behind his neck, my right across his chest. My chest rested against his side and I wrapped my right leg over his legs. I kissed his cheek before I said a word. Then I just started to quietly tell him what I felt and how things were going to be for now. 

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"Brian, you may think you want me to leave, but I know better. I don't want to leave you and I'm not going to leave you. You need to realize something here and now. I love you. I have been in love with you since the very first time I saw you. There is no way that I can stop loving you. I don't know how many more ways I can tell you or show you that I love you. What I do know is that I will do whatever I have to until you remember that. If I just have to lay here and hold you until you do remember, that's what I'll do." 

The room was intensely quiet. I couldn't even hear him breathe. I wanted to tell him to say something but I was afraid of what it would be. He was thinking. I could feel it. I felt his muscles tighten so hard his fingers twitched before he balled them into fists. 

"I want you to leave Andrea. I mean it. I want you to leave." His voice was so icy sounding and sharply edged. 

"Well my love, you can't always get what you want. Sometimes you just have to make do with what you have and hope and pray it all works out for the best in the end." 

He laughed. It wasn't his warm funny laugh. It too was cold and brittle in the quiet of the room. 

"That's all you have to say. All you have is a quote from the Rolling Stones and some pathetic philosophical bullshit. Is that supposed to make me feel ok about being blind? If I hope and pray will I be able to see again? Will it all work out in the end? Well, will it Andrea? Will it work out for the best?" 

Now, we were getting somewhere. Now he was hurt, and angry, and mad, and best of all he was responding more like my Brian. He wasn't just sitting quietly in bed and accepting that life was over for him. Being taciturn wasn't in Brian's nature. At least now he sounded like he had a little fight in him. 

"Brian, neither of us knows what the future holds. I'm not making light of your situation or trying to make you feel ok about it. What I'm saying right now is that I love you. You love me. This situation doesn't change that. If you think that I'm going to bail on you because you can't see right now you're wrong. I've told you a thousand different ways that I love you, that you are my man, that I want you in my life for the rest of my life. Nothing of importance has changed." 

"Nothing of importance except I'm blind." His affect and his tone were devoid of emotion. He was simply stoic as he looked out into the room and spoke. Then he tried to pull away from me as he said it again, "Andrea, I want you to leave right now." 

"No." One word was my only response and then the room was wrapped in a cold silence. 

I moved closer and held him tight. I placed my head so I didn't have to see his face but so that my head touched his. My hair was right under his nose, as I thought if he could just smell my hair, he will remember how much he loves me. 

Neither of us said a word and the room remained silent for what seemed like hours. I continued to hold him and he remained still. He didn't touch me, he didn't even move. He just lay there. No one entered the room. Finally I heard a change in Brian's breathing pattern. I could tell by the quiet stacking of short breaths that he had fallen asleep. 

I peeked up at the wall clock. I had been here for over four hours and we said all of fifty words to each other. It wasn't exactly the reunion I had imagined, but I suppose it could have been worse. Brian could have really gone ballistic and I would have had to leave. At least this way I was still able to be with him and hold him. For now, that would have to be enough. 

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My stress and worrying over Brian's condition and my late night studies preparing for my finals had really taxed my system. I had left Philly early this morning to drive to Walter Reed and now the lack of sleep over the past weeks had apparently caught up with me. I'd fallen asleep shortly after checking the time, now it was a few hours later. 

The three bottles of water and the diet Pepsi I had throughout the day where sending me messages. My bladder was telling me to get out of bed and go, but my head and my heart were telling me to stay. I held out as long as I could. Then I quietly snuck out of Brian's bed and used his bathroom. I washed my hands and was about to sneak back into bed when I saw Brian was no longer there. 

I looked around the room and saw him standing by the windows. He was just standing there looking out as the day was ending. If you didn't know he was blind, you would think he was just watching the sun beginning to set. My heart felt heavy as I thought of all the times we watched the sun set at the lake and that he may never see it again. Then I shook the thought from my mind. No negative thoughts, only positive ones I told myself. 

I walked up behind him, making sure he heard me coming. Then I rested my body against his back. He didn't pull away, so I enclosed him in my arms as I placed them around his waist and clasped my finger together in front of him. I took a deep breath and then I placed a kiss between his shoulder blades. I left my lips linger against him as I stood behind him. I felt him sigh as I held him. 

"I want you to leave." He said without any feeling. It was the same way he would have said "pass the bread." Actually, it may have had less emotion than that. 

"Are you sure? I can stay longer. I was planning on leaving before it gets too dark though. I don't want to get lost on my way back. I've already checked in at the hotel." 

"Andrea, you're not hearing me. I want you to leave and I don't want you to come back." 

He didn't even turn toward me as he spoke. He kept staring out the window into space. I couldn't help myself; I felt the tears build up in my eyes and slowly slide down my cheeks. I had been worrying about him for weeks. I had been without him for months. I had loved him for years and now I felt like I was losing him again. I refused to let him go literally and figuratively. So I just held him for a few more minutes in complete silence. 

"I'm letting you go for now Brian, but not forever. I'm leaving for tonight, but not forever. I'm coming back tomorrow and all of the tomorrows after that and that's forever. I hope you will talk to me because this is not going down according to your plan Lieutenant. That's a promise Marine." 

I took a few steps around him until I was in front of him. I made sure he felt me moving and knew where I was in relation to him. I reached up to take his face in my hands and he quickly grabbed my wrists as I touched his face. His grasp on my wrists was tight, it hurt. He pulled my hands from his face and held them away from him. 

"Really Brian, has it come to this? Has it come to you trying to hurt me? Let go of my hands." He still held them tight, but not as tight as he had. "I said, let go of my hands. You're hurting me Brian." 

"I said leave now." I couldn't believe the hate I heard in his voice. I knew he didn't hate me, I knew he hated the situation we were in, but it didn't stop the pain that shot through my heart as I heard him say those words. 

"I'll leave. Let go of my hands and I will leave." 

He slowly released his grip on my wrists. I didn't attempt to touch his face but I didn't let him get away without me trying one more thing. I tip-toed up kissed his cheek and whispered. "I'm coming back tomorrow. Like it or not." 

"Don't." 

I ignored him and quietly walked out of his room. I pulled down the sign that Janie had placed on the door for me and walked down the hall. She was sitting at the desk writing some notes and looked up as she saw me. 

"Well, you lasted a lot longer than I thought you would. I'm guessing from the tears in your eyes, things didn't go so well." She was being sympathetic and I appreciated it. 

"Let's just say things could have gone better. The only things he said to me were, 'I want you to go' and my favorite, 'Don't come back.' That's the one that brought on the tears. The majority of our time together was spent sleeping." 

"You fell asleep? The both of you fell asleep?" Janie had this smile on her face that was kind of odd, yet kind of knowing in a way. 

"Yes. After the first time he told me to leave and then he wouldn't talk to me, I kicked off my shoes and crawled in bed with him." 

"You were in bed with him and he fell asleep." 

"I know. I would think after eight months of being away from each other, sleep wouldn't have been our priority. He wouldn't talk to me, so I crawled in bed, hugged him tight, didn't let him pull away, and twenty minutes later he was asleep. I've been exhausted lately and I just fell asleep listening to the rhythm of his breathing." 

I shook my head as if I couldn't believe that I wasted time sleeping after all of our time apart. The look on Janie's face made me think I had just told her she won the lottery. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but she was smiling at me with a silly grin on her face. 

"Andrea that's really great." 

"What's really great? That we fell asleep." 

"Yes. First it's really great that you got him to let you touch him. Then it's even more important that he fell asleep with you. Andrea, Brian hasn't been out of his room except for tests, cane therapy and physical therapy. He hasn't let anyone have personal contact with him since he was in Germany. As far as I know, he hasn't slept for more than an hour or two a day since that time. How long did he sleep?" 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 03



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My Dear Readers, 

The story and the friendship of "Brat"/Andrea and Brian continue for our young lovers. The challenges and obstacles are ever present for our couple. Will they be able to face them together and make the needed adjustments in order to ensure their relationship not only continues, but grows stronger or will one or both of them lose their way? 

Thank you for continuing on the journey with "Brat" and Brian; I truly appreciate your support of the story. 

As always, I ask you to please take a moment to let our service men and women know you acknowledge their sacrifices. For they are many! My personal thanks to all who serve, protect, and defend! Be safe! 

My appreciation and thanks to my editor, everyone's favorite Brit, "Flyboy." His patience is treasured. 

Apple 

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I looked long and lovingly at my Marine. I remembered how not very long ago we lay on the sand at Brian's family cabin and spoke of "Espirit De Corps" and its meaning for a Marine. I promised him then that I would never let him down again. I apologized for having done it once and swore I would never repeat that mistake. I swore to him I would always be there for him, no matter what. Now, it was time for me to prove it. 

I'd heard these words many times, "Actions speak louder than words." Now, my actions had to not only speak louder, but also speak volumes more than my words ever had before. I was counting on it, I believe Brian was counting on it, and I was sure our relationship and our future depended on it. Every moment from here forward, at least for the time being, would be a make or break moment. 

I meant every word I said when I made my promises, even more so right now. Nothing was more important to me than to make sure Brian had whatever he needed to make his adjustment and hopefully his recovery as easy as possible. 

These were my last thoughts before we left. I watched as Brian packed the last of his gear. I knew he was unsure of what was ahead of him. Ahead of us, if he allowed me to continue to be with him. Our relationship had been tested over the past few weeks and I had no doubt, it would continue to be. It was odd, now that he was sure he was leaving the hospital and heading back to the summer cabin, Brian seemed a little hesitant. I think he was feeling a little anticipation and at the same time regret and maybe uncertainty. 

As Brian continued to pack his belongings, I saw a change come over him. It was almost like he made a mental decision and now he was going to do whatever it took to get the job done. I realized he wanted to get out of this hospital as quickly as possible. It was like he couldn't get released from Walter Reed fast enough. As we left the unit and the hospital, I thought, if it wasn't for his being blinded, he would have run down the halls, out the doors, and most likely left me behind without even realizing it. That's how much my man wanted out of here and I wanted what he wanted. 

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The lake cabin and our future was just a few hours' drive away. What they held for us was going to be anyone's guess at this point. I was sure of one thing. I would give my man everything I had to offer to ensure our future was spent with each other. I was also sure we would both be tested more than once. 

Thirty minutes later, we were in the jeep and headed on our way to the lake. I planned to drive a few hours and then stay in a hotel overnight so Brian could try to get some sleep. However, after only a few minutes on the highway, his seat was reclined and he was out cold. I knew I could make the drive straight thru without any problems. I also knew Brian's parents would do as I asked and stock the cabin full of food and supplies before we got there. 

I had called his parents when Janie threatened to hold back Brian's discharge. I updated his Dad on the general situation without going in to too much detail. I'm sure he filled in the blanks I left open. I told him I thought it was best for Brian to have some time to get his thoughts straight and that it would be easier for him to do it at the cabin. His Dad agreed and said he would explain everything to Mrs. M and take care of the preparation and supplies. 

We were about three quarters of the way into our trip when nature called. I pulled in to a road side rest area and debated whether or not to wake Brian. I figured if I had to pee, I'm sure he did too. So, I gently started to wake him. 

"Brian." No response. 

"Brian." I put my hand to his shoulder and gave him a little shake, still nothing. 

"Brian, baby, it's time to wake up." 

When he still didn't move, I took a chance and leaned over the gear shift and started to kiss him. I started off with a simple soft kiss on his lips. Nothing heavy, just a light closed mouth kiss. That was my first mistake because once I kissed him I didn't want to stop. So, I didn't. I kissed him again. Soft and gentle, almost like I was sneaking a kiss before he woke up and caught me. 

Of course that is exactly what I was doing. He started to wake so I pulled away. I didn't want to push him or make him uncomfortable. 

"Brian. We're at a rest stop. I have to use the bathroom. Do you want to use it while we're here?" 

"Yeah. Where are we? How long have I dozed off?" 

"You fell asleep as soon as we were on the highway. I figured if you were comfortable and asleep, I would just continue to drive to the lake. We're a little over two hours away; if you want to we can pull off at the next exit and get a room for the night." 

"I don't want you to get too tired." I could hear his concern for me, but at the same time, I knew he wanted to drive straight through. He wanted to arrive at the cabin as soon as possible. That's where he would be most comfortable and that's what I wanted for him. "Are you ok driving the rest of the way tonight?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be better after I get in that bathroom. Let's go before I pee my pants." 

It looked to me that the closer we got to the lake cabin and home, the better Brian's spirits seemed to be. I think I may have actually seen a hint of a smile from him when I said I was about to pee myself. I walked around the jeep and waited until he got out. Then I took his hand and placed his cane in it and readied myself for the fall out. He stiffened up and I could see his grip tighten on the handle of the white cane. His jaw tightened and I thought I was going to get an earful, but I was surprisingly wrong. 

"I guess now's as good a time as any to figure out how to use this piece of shit outdoors." He said with frustration and a little disgust mixed in his voice. 

"It won't be long Brian. You'll get the hang of it and then you won't need it anymore." 

"Brat, unless you can put that in writing and keep your promise, I would appreciate it if you stopped saying things like that." 

He wasn't happy with what I said, but he tempered his comment by starting it off with his nickname for me. He kept the anger level down to a four on the Richter scale. So, I guess it was like getting yelled at but forgiven at the same time. I was ok with that for now. 

"Ok. I'll put it in writing tomorrow." I said as I took his hand and placed it in the crook of my elbow. "The therapists told me to announce steps, declines, and inclines until you get comfortable with the cane. Do you want me to do that for you?" 

"Maybe you better. I don't want to end up back in the hospital this soon." 

"Ok. Let's go. In about three feet we have a six inch curb." 

We walked to the bathrooms and then we hit a road block. I wasn't sure what to do. Does he go into an unfamiliar men's room alone or with me? Do I ask him or make sure it's empty and just walk with him? The one thing I'm not going to suggest is that he uses the ladies room with me. He took the cane thing well, but I didn't want him to use it to hit me if I suggested that to him. I decided to take the safe route. 

"Brian, how do you want to do this?" 

"Do what?" 

"Go to the bathroom." 

"Standing up is usually best for me. How do you want to do this?" He smirked as he said it. It was a sleepy smirk, but still a smirk. He sounded more like himself in that minute than he had in the past few weeks. 

There was a little light in his eyes that wasn't there earlier. His voice seemed more relaxed. I laughed as I heard the faintest hint of my Brian in his jest. Maybe he did need to get out of a hospital environment and a few hours' sleep to feel better. He may not have initiated a full conversation, but at least I was getting full sentences. That was progress and I was happy that he wasn't making me feel like he couldn't stand to be near me. 

"Ok then. You stand, I'll squat. Here's the problem Marine, Men's room or Ladies room?" 

"Let's make it safe and check out which is empty. Although, not to be selfish or anything, I think men would have less of an issue with you in their latrine, than the other way around." He said and then actually laughed a little as he continued, "Blind or not, I can't see women wanting a grown man in their bathroom." 

"Ok, the 'Men' have it, I'll go with you." We took a few steps to the open doorway and I yelled in, "Is anyone in there?" 

No one called back, so I assumed we were safe. We walked into the men's room, took care of business, washed our hands and then we were on our way. No major catastrophes and if anything, a glimpse at the old Brian. 

I knew progress would most likely be slow, but at that point every little bit counted. I was taking this small sign of progress as a victory. I made a mental note to take baby steps with Brian, to measure advancement in small increments, and to proceed with caution. 

More importantly, I reminded myself of three things. One, this was not about me, no matter how much I had invested in everything, this was all about my man. Two, I had to remember not to take anything he said or did as a personal attack on me. Three, I told myself to repeat one and two frequently if and when needed. 

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The rest of the trip went quickly and Brian stayed awake for the first half. We pulled in front of the cabin a little after mid-night. I walked around to the passenger side and watched him sleep for a minute or so before waking him. His face was the most peaceful looking I had seen it since his return stateside. I gently spoke his name as I stroked my hand over his cheek. He was slow to wake. 

A combination of instinct and muscle memory must have guided Brian for the next few minutes. It was surprising to see how amazing the mind is as he exited the jeep and walked to the cabin, up the stairs and in the front door as if nothing was different and he wasn't without sight. Once we got inside I could tell his parents had taken care of everything for us. I did a quick visual sweep and saw that everything looked fairly well stocked and things were prepared for our arrival. 

There were wild flowers in a vase on the table and candles strategically placed around the cabin. A stack of firewood was piled next to the fireplace. I went into the bedroom to find fresh linens were on the bed and towels were set up in the adjoining bathroom. 

When I returned to the living area, Brian was standing right where I left him. He was taking a few deep breaths and I swear I could see the tension leaving his body. He was doing his centered breathing exercises and a few of the stretches he usually did before he would start his Krav Maga workouts. I stood there and simply watched him for a few minutes. Then I realized how re-energized and relaxed he looked. Sleeping during the long ride and being here was already having a positive effect on him. 

"I'm going to grab some of my stuff from the jeep. What do you need for tonight? We can unpack the rest of it tomorrow." I said as I walked toward him. "I'm too tired to do anything like that tonight." 

"All I need is my small duffel bag for tonight. Do you want me to come with you?" He even sounded less tense now that we were here. 

If he was offering, I wasn't going to say no. Besides, I didn't want him to think I was going to be doing everything for him. The whole purpose of coming to the lake was so Brian would feel comfortable and I could help him with his therapy and adjusting to the changes in his life. The sooner he started to do things, the sooner he would feel less dependent on others and more like himself. 

"Sure, I'd love your company and I never refuse a handsome escort." 

I placed his hand on my arm. He led the way to the front door, once again, as if his vision was intact. After we brought the bags in and got things settled, it became a little awkward. It was a new feeling between us and I didn't like it. We were never awkward around each other. We may not have always agreed on things, but we would just talk them out and be done with them. I wasn't going to be able to deal with this weirdness between us and I wanted it to end. 

"Brian. We need to talk and I want to be able to do it like we used to." I stated bluntly. "So, I'm going to say what I have to say and you have to listen without interrupting. When I'm done, you can have your turn to ask questions, argue with me, say your piece, or whatever." I waited to hear his response. 

"Well, that sums up how we used to talk most of the time. You talking and me listening. It's nice to know, at least there are some things that don't change." 

If I wasn't standing right next to him and witnessed it for myself, I wouldn't have been so excited. Brian gave me his "know it all" face. The one where he tilts his head and lifts his brow as if anything I had to say would be of any relevance. I love that look of his and it reminded me of just how much I love this man. So, I put all of my thoughts in some form of order and I started to simply tell him how I felt. 

"Brian, I love you. I know you love me, so it's fine with me if you can't say it right now. But if we don't start talking to each other, if we don't start being honest with each other, we're going to break something between us. I'm afraid we may break something that can't be fixed." I hesitated as I tried to quickly put my feelings into words. 

"We have to stop trying to protect or bullshit each other and just be ourselves. I want to feel free to say whatever I want to you and not worry about you being insulted or hurt by what I said because of your blindness. I want things between us to be open and honest like they used to be. Do I make sense?" 

It felt like it took forever before he answered me. At first, I wasn't sure he would. 

"Andrea, I hear what you're saying. I even understand where you're coming from, but the fact is it's not that easy. Things are different, things are already broken, this is the exact reason that I didn't want to get involved in the first place." 

His answer was detached, almost rote. He simply and calmly was telling me things are different and most likely we can't go back. The problem with that is not only didn't I believe it, but I wasn't willing to accept it. 

"Well Marine that was one self-pitying answer if ever I heard one. You should be ashamed of yourself." I went on the attack. 

"I'm ashamed of your answer and I'm sure your father would be too." I wasn't going to let him off the hook and I continued to lay into him. 

"Andrea, you don't..." 

"I'm not done. Don't interrupt me." I was mad and he was going to hear me out. 

"Well do I ..." I ignored him and just kept talking. 

"I didn't realize you were a quitter. The Brian I knew never quit. The Marine I knew never quit. Shit, I've never known any Marine to quit." I pulled out the big guns, first his dad and then the Marines. 

"I'm not quitting, I'm just..." He was getting angry and I could hear it in his voice. I cut him off again. 

"That blow to the head must have affected more than your vision center, it must have taken off your balls too." 

I went to get off the couch and a second later he had hold of my wrist and pulled me back down. I landed right next to him. I could see the anger in his eyes, the fury on his face, his jaw was set for an argument and I was his target. I braced myself for his venomous words as he let loose on me. 

"Self-pitying?" He didn't yell at me, he just forced his words out in a quiet but harsh manner. 

"Fuck you Andrea! I told you I didn't want to get involved. I told you it was a bad idea that would end in just this type of situation." He continued. 

"Yes, you told me." I hissed back. 

"You wouldn't give up. You pushed, and pushed, and just kept pushing more until I broke and gave in to you." 

He was full of anger and I could see it all over his face. I knew he needed to vent. I was just a little worried on how he would go about it and how long it would affect us. He continued to lash at me verbally. 

"Now, you think you can give me a hard time. You think just because you want things to go back to the way they were, they will. Just like you think because you say I will see again, I will. We'll that's bullshit and you need to stop saying it to me. I'm blind, that's it. Period." 

He was working hard to restrain his anger, but I wasn't having any of it. If he's going to blow, he's going to do it here and now with me. I pushed him further, knowing I would get more of a response. 

"Brian, do you even hear yourself? I mean really, do you hear yourself? What you sound like?" 

I was angry now too. I wasn't about to let him get away with blaming me for any part of this situation. As if I forced him to be with me. He should know me better than to think I would let this pass without having something to say about it. I went on the attack. 

"I pushed, yes, your right I did. I had to because you kept refusing to act on your feelings. You kept your feelings hidden and made it seem like you didn't have any investment in our relationship. Well that was bullshit then and it's bullshit now. I didn't accept your passive aggressive shit then and I definitely won't accept it now." 

I was fuming and his words didn't help me any. He should have known better than to give me that line of bull. 

"I hear you and I know you can't mean what you're saying. It's not in you to just give up. Moreover, I'm not going to allow you to give up. You will not give up on me, on us, or on regaining your sight. Do you hear me Marine?" 

I took a deep breath and continued my rant. I was on a roll, why stop now. 

"I've done the research!" I yelled at him. "I've talked to three specialists! I spoke with the specialist in Germany, a well-respected neuro-eye guy at Penn, and your doctor at Walter Reed." I tried to pull my wrist from his grasp, but that was no easy task. So, I continued to dress him down like a drill instructor. 

"Your own doctor told you the odds are very good. He told you that you would likely see again, that this cause and type of blindness is reversible. It may take six months or more, but wouldn't you rather hold on to that than to just say your blind period?" 

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel how hot my face was and I'm sure it was red with anger. I was so annoyed with his defeatist attitude. I wasn't about to let him get away with it. I was trying to calm down and take a few deep breaths when he took the opportunity to come back at me. 

"That's bullshit Andrea it's not going to happen." Now, the anger had changed to remorse. 

I was more comfortable when he was angry than I was now that he started to look like he was going to withdraw again. I wasn't going to give him a chance to do that. I was pulling out the big gun. 

"Brian, I want you to do something for me." 

"After all you just said, after all I just said, you're asking for a favor." His grasp on my wrist softened. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 03



"Yes. After all we have been through together, now and in our past, I'm asking you to do me a favor." 

"What?" He said, more than annoyed with me. I didn't care. I wasn't giving up. 

"I want you to remember why you became a Marine." I said much more calmly. 

"What?" He looked at me like I had two heads. 

"I want you to think about all of your training and your education since you've been in the Corps. I want you to think about what it means to be a Marine, not just a Marine, but a RECON Marine." I said with all of the emotion I had in me. 

"Andrea." He sounded exasperated. 

"No Brian. I mean it. I want you to remember exactly why you are a Marine. Brian, you are one of the elite. You don't give up. You don't quit. Even if you weren't a Marine, that's not something you would do. It's not in your makeup to quit. You're a fighter." 

"Andrea, this is ridiculous. Nothing changes; I'm still going to be blind no matter what I do." 

"I'm not trying to change your blindness right now. I'm trying to change your apathy. Because right now, that's what you are Marine. You're apathetic and it's not a pretty site." I watched the look on his face change as I said the word apathetic.  

"You think I'm apathetic?" He almost couldn't say the word. 

"Yes and it doesn't look good on you at all. So, I'm asking you to remember when apathy wasn't even a word in your dictionary, let alone one that applied to you." My voice had calmed, but my words were still pushing him. 

"God, sometimes I really could learn to hate you." He said almost under his breath. "You're the most stubborn person I have ever met." 

"I don't care how much you say you could hate me. I'm asking you to remember when you would never accept failure or defeat so easily. I'm asking you to remember what it means to be in the United States Marine Corps. What it means to be a RECON leader. Just think for a few minutes on it. Remember what it really means and who and what you are." I stressed the words that I knew would hit him the hardest. 

I waited to see what he would do or say to my request. His hand loosened on my wrist altogether, but he kept his hold on me. I watched his reaction. He was breathing deeply and I could see the concentration on his face. I hit home with something I said. I could see he was working hard on what I asked of him. He closed his eyes and started his deep breathing routine again, this time in order to gain control and lower his body's responses. 

I could almost see his mind at work. He was breathing in to a count of five and then slowly exhaling to a count of five. He did this several times. His facial features started to relax and his breathing slowed as he concentrated. We sat in silence for close to twenty minutes before he opened his eyes and spoke to me. 

"Andrea, I can remember fine. My situation has changed. I'm not the same man I was back then." His voice was calm now. It was unnerving how calmly he seemed to accept it. 

"Brian, will you do one more thing for me?" My voice pleaded with him. 

As I said this I removed my wrist from his hold and laced my fingers with his. Pulling his hand to my lap, I held it there. I covered it with my other hand and held tight enough so that he wouldn't pull away from me. I could hear his sighs as if he was tired of me but I didn't care. We were talking and he was listening. I had to push him a little further. 

"What is it Andrea, what do you want me to do now?" I could hear the restraint in his tone, but I knew he was frustrated with me and this conversation. 

"Brian, I want you to repeat the RECON Creed." I said before he could move away from me. 

"Fuck Andrea, give me a fucking break will you." He practically spit out the words. 

That didn't last long, so much for the calm moment. 

"I want you to say it out loud to me. I want you to really think about the words and the meaning. Think about how they affect you, how they have affected you most of your adult life and what they mean to you. When you're done, if you can still tell me that you don't believe you are the same man that signed and accepted that Creed, then I won't push you anymore." 

I moved closer to him as I quietly said, "Do it for me Brian. If you don't want to do it for yourself, then at least do it for me. What can it hurt if you're so sure it doesn't apply to you anymore?" 

I could tell he was fighting it. He didn't want to do it, but if he truly felt it didn't apply he should have no problem getting through it. 

"Brian, I know I told you to 'build a wall to protect yourself'. I told you to 'shut down the loving caring side of you' if that's what it took to get through things over there. Now, we need to break it down and rebuild a different defense mechanism for you, but you need to help me. I need you to participate in this with me. Do it Brian. If it means nothing to you, just do it for me." 

I was pleading with him, but I was also determined to make him hear me and work with me. He took a deep breath and held it. He sat up a little straighter as he started to quietly recite. 

"The RECON Creed: Realizing it is my choice and my choice alone to be a Reconnaissance Marine, I accept all challenges involved with this profession. Forever shall I strive to maintain the tremendous reputation of those who went before me. 

Exceeding beyond the limitations set down by others shall be my goal. Sacrificing personal comforts and dedicating myself to the completion of the reconnaissance mission shall be my life. Physical fitness, mental attitude, and high ethics—The title of Recon Marine is my honor. 

It was at this point his voice started to crack. I could see his eyes become shiny and moist. He cleared his throat and then he continued. 

Conquering all obstacles, both large and small, I shall never quit. 

He hesitated here and I could see this was more difficult for him than either of us imagined. He swallowed hard and then continued. 

To quit, to surrender, to give up is to fail. 

He closed his eyes after saying that line and fought hard to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. 

To be a Recon Marine is to surpass failure; to overcome, to adapt and to do whatever it takes to complete the mission. 

On the battlefield, as in all areas of life, I shall stand tall above the competition. Through professional pride, integrity, and teamwork, I shall be the example for all Marines to emulate. 

Never shall I forget the principles I accepted to become a Recon Marine. Honor, Perseverance, Spirit and Heart. 

A Recon Marine can speak without saying a word and achieve what others can only imagine." 

"Swift, Silent, Deadly" (The RECON Creed and Motto, United States Marine Corps) 

I heard his voice crack a few times as he recited specific lines that went right to the heart of the matter. When he voiced the sentence, "I shall never quit. To quit, to surrender, to give up is to fail," I saw the tears form and slowly slide down his cheeks. I was impressed not only that he did it, but that he made it through the entire Creed. I saw how hearing himself say those words affected him, not only emotionally, but psychologically and physically. 

I wanted to wipe the tears from his face, but I knew he needed to feel them. He needed to wipe them himself. I wanted to pull him into my arms and hold him, but that's what I needed and wanted. It wasn't what Brian needed and wanted. Brian wanted to be the independent, strong, leader and Marine he was born and trained to be. So instead, I sat quietly next to him and waited. 

It was like watching him morph into more of the man he was before the IED exploded, before he lost his vision. I could see my Brian; my Marine was still there. He just needed a little reminding and a little help to bring him back one hundred percent. That was my role in this. I would do whatever needed to be done in order to make that happen. I gave him some time to organize his thoughts and emotions before I spoke. 

"So Marine which is it? Do you want to work hard and accept the challenges, exceed the limitations, and achieve what others only imagine or do you want to sit back and quit? Let me know now because if it's option number one, I'm with you all the way. If it's option number two, I'm really going to have to kick your ass before we go to bed. Before you answer, you should know that regardless of how tired I am, I will put a beating on you." 

We sat in dead silence as I waited for his answer. Finally, he decided to grace me with his reply. 

"Brat, I have no idea what I did in a previous life to get you as part of my Karma in this life, but I guess I should be thankful. I know I have been a real pain in the ass for you and yet, here you are by my side, like always. I was right when I wrote to you about how much I need you in my life. I want you to know, no matter how this turns out, I know how much you have done for me and I love you for it." 

I was speechless for a second. I knew he was going to be with me on this as soon as he started off with Brat. It wasn't the answer I was expecting from him. I expected a little more push back, but I was ecstatic at his response. More importantly, I was focused on his last five words. They needed a little adjustment though. I decided that I was going to start helping Brian to make adjustments right now. 

"Brian, can you repeat that last part for me?" 

He hesitated, thinking about the last words he said. Then I saw a small smile come across his lips. 

"I love you for it." He laughed lightly, knowing exactly what I was planning. 

"Now, repeat it and leave off the last two words please." I squeezed his hand in mine. 

He paused for only a few seconds. Then I saw my Brian as he smiled at me. I saw the man I'm in love with and have been in love with since I was eight. I saw my Marine looking back at me and I knew we were going to make it. We would be alright from here forward. He might get mad at me or may even hate me every now and then, but he would still love me in the end. 

"I love you." He said. "I love you, Brat." 

I couldn't contain myself. He wasn't prepared for me, so as my body weight went flying at him, my momentum took him down. He was lying on his back with his head against the seat cushion as I kissed him and positioned my body on top of him. He was half on and half off the couch and I'm sure he wasn't very comfortable in that position, but to be honest, I didn't care. I just kept kissing him. Big warm, wet kisses as I finally had my chance to show him how much I loved him. 

I kissed his mouth so hard he had no option other than to open it. I licked at his lips as they parted. I nibbled on the lower one and then I sucked it into my mouth for a few seconds. I heard myself moan at the simple sensation of having his bottom lip in my mouth. I entered his mouth with my tongue, slowly. I wanted this kiss to last. I wanted to feel and taste every inch of his mouth and tongue. I wanted to taste every inch of him. 

His mouth was warm, and wet, and oh so good. It felt like forever since I kissed him. I continued to swirl my tongue over and around his. I probed back until there was nowhere left for me to go. I was in his mouth so deep I could feel his uvula at the back of his throat with the very tip of my tongue. 

When I pulled back to look at his face and gauge his reaction, I could see he was a little unsettled by what just happened. I lifted some of my weight off him and gave a quick assessment to make sure he wasn't in pain. I had basically just tackled him. 

"Brian are you ok? Did I hurt you when I jumped on you?" I was truly concerned by the look on his face. It didn't look like he was in any real physical pain, but there was something there that resembled pain or possibly fear. I wasn't sure what it was, but I did know I was concerned by it. 

"I'm fine Brat. Now get off me before you break my back and put me back in the hospital. You're lying over my hip and have me twisted up here." 

I got off him and tried to see if I really did hurt his back. Then I realized what caused that look on Brian face. It wasn't physical pain; it was an emotional dilemma he was being pained by. He had an erection and he was going to battle with himself on how to handle things. 

I took his hand and simply said, "Let's go to bed." 

"Brat, you go ahead and use the bedroom. I think it's best if I sleep out here on the couch." 

"Yeah Marine. Well if that's what you're thinking, you would be thinking wrong and I have the documentation to prove it. I have a dozen letters and emails telling me how much you love me. They say how much you miss me and can't wait to be home with me. Several say that I'm the best thing that happened in your life and that you screwed up by trying to keep us apart all of that time." 

I reached over and took his face in my hands. I knelt next to him and kissed his forehead.Then I kissed his left cheek, then the right. Finally, I kissed his mouth again. This time, I kissed him slowly with love and passion. 

"Brian, you have tried to keep us apart most of your life, most of our lives. When are you going to get it into that thick Marine skull of yours that I'm not going to let that happen?" I kissed him again, holding this kiss for several seconds before I continued. 

"Baby, I'm with you for the long run, I'm your forever girl. Like it or not Marine, you're stuck with me." 

I was barely an inch from his face as I spoke to him. I waited for him to continue to fight me on the sleeping arrangements, but he didn't. Instead he leaned forward and kissed me. As he stood, he took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips. He kissed my hand as he whispered to me. 

"I guess that means you still don't have a plan B?" He was quiet and gentle as he turned my hand over and kissed the inside of my palm. 

"No baby, no plan B needed. Like you said, you're my A through Z." 

"Brat?" 

"Yeah." 

"I get the feeling that I'm going to regret putting a lot of those things in writing. Did you memorize each letter and are you planning on using my words against me to get me to do what you want?" 

"Baby, all is fair in love and war. I'll use whatever I have at my disposal to get what I want. You would be smart to remember that Marine. Now, get that beautiful ass in the bedroom, there are a few other things I want if you're not too tired." 

"Yes Ma'am. Brat, Marines are never that tired, even blind ones." He smiled and winked at me. 

He started to walk to the bedroom when I realized he left his cane next to the couch. As I watched him navigate to the door it was like he could see perfectly. He knew every step of the way as he led me by the hand to the bedroom. If I wasn't so happy, I would have cried. My man seemed to be back, at least for now anyway. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

It was just after two in the morning. Once we were in the bedroom, the mood changed ever so subtly. It was quiet and soft, like the still of the night entering through the patio doors. It was dark in the room. There was no need for lights. I could see Brian clearly in the moon light shining through the glass doors. He was beautiful. We stood there, holding hands, not at a loss for what to do or say, but more of pausing time to be in the moment. It had been so long since we'd been alone together, so long since we'dsimply enjoyed each other. The uncomfortable feeling from earlier was nothing but a distant memory. We were on familiar grounds with each other again and it felt more natural. 

"Brian," I said releasing his hand and brushing my fingers along his cheek and neck. 

"Yes." He whispered as if there was someone else who could hear him if he spoke louder. 

"Are you ok with this? I'm not pressuring you am I?" I stopped stroking his face and just held my hand to his cheek. I was a little nervous and unsure, worrying about rushing things. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." 

"Andrea, do you want me?" He's looked right at me and I could see every bit of love he had for me in his eyes. 

"Brian, I have never, not wanted you. Yes, baby, I want you." My breath escaped from me on a long sigh. 

His breath stuck in his throat as my hands slid down his sides and pulled his shirt from his pants. Once loosened, I slid my hand over his abdomen and I felt and heard him suck in a breath. I released my other hand from his grasp and with both hands I peeled his shirt from him. He was leaner and lost a little muscle tone, but he was still my gorgeous man. 

I reached forward and placed my hands on his belt as I undid it and then worked to unbutton and unzip his jeans. I left them hang open as I caressed my hands over his chest and abdomen. There was something different. As I was caressing over his belly I felt that thin line of hair I saw while showering him earlier. Running from his navel down and disappearing into the front of his jeans. 

"What's this?" I asked him as I kept tracing the line of hair, gently stroking up and down the line with my fingertips. "I don't remember this being here the last time we were together." 

"I was shaved the last time we were together. I haven't shaved in a while." I watched as his mouth curved into a sly little smile. "It's not the only place you're going to find more hair baby." 

"Oh really, well I'll just have to check this out for myself Marine." 

My fingers traced over his treasure trail of hair as they made their way into his jeans. My Marine was going commando and it excited me even more. I slid my hand over his erection and gently, with the lightest touch drug my nails up its length. As I did, I could hear Brian try to hold back a growl in his throat. 

"Baby, don't hold back. I don't want either of us to hold back on anything tonight. If you want to growl, or moan or fucking scream your brains out, I want you to do it." I wrapped my fingers around his erection and gently pulled up its length as he closed his eyes and sighed. 

"I should tell you now Brian, that's my goal. I want to do things to you that will make you scream. I want to make love to you and use your body like I own it. I have missed you so much it's taking every bit of restraint I have to not jump your bones right now. The only thing stopping me is my knowing how much I want to draw this out and enjoy every inch of you." 

My voice was so full of want and lust it was literally shaking with need as I spoke. I watched Brian as I said every word. His breath stopped then he had a stuttered intake of air. He looked down at me and he dropped his forehead to mine. The atmosphere of the room changed and the air between us felt almost charged. His facial features changed from loving, to needing, to begging in seconds. His brown eyes became darkened to almost black as he closed the small distance between our bodies. 

As soon as our bodies met, I felt the effects throughout my system. Nothing had more of an effect on me than when Brian and I were in full body contact. My skin chilled and formed goose bumps. My blood was pumping hard and fast. I felt the pressure build between my legs as I became wet from need for this man. I leaned my head back and as if by natural instinct Brian came down exactly where he needed to be and he kissed me. 

First he kissed my forehead and whispered my name. Next he kissed my eyes and told me he loved me. His kisses flowed down my cheek and jaw line until he came to my mouth. He kissed my mouth softly a few times, moving back and forth, ending with a lick of my lips. He pulled back and I swore he could see me. He whispered to me as he brought my hands up to his mouth and kissed one than the other. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 03



"Baby, I'm yours. Have your way with me if that's what you want. There is nothing more that I want to do right now than to make you happy and thank you for being here for me. I'm yours for the taking Brat, I'm yours forever." 

That's all I needed to hear. I placed one three second kiss over his mouth and gave him his life back. I stripped off his jeans and socks. Then I guided him to the center of the bed and had him crawl on it. I had him move to the middle and lay on his back. 

"Brian, this will take a while. I have plans for you, for us, and they will take some time." 

"I have nowhere I want to be more than I want to be here with you baby. I surrender to you and your plans. I belong to you and you alone. No more worrying over plan B, we don't need one." 

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs how much I loved this man. Instead, I reined all that energy in and I decided to show him. I couldn't get my jeans and shirt off fast enough. I didn't even bother to strip naked. I wanted Brian to feel my bra and panties. I wanted him to realize they were the ones from the "cookie" photos I sent him. I was ok if he didn't figure it out, but I secretly hoped he would before I told him. I went to my overnight bag and a grabbed the essentials, condoms, body oil, sex jell. I was optimistically prepared for our reunion. 

I climbed on the bed and straddled his lower legs, placing my essentials to the side. Slowly I massaged my hands over the sides of his calves and up to his thighs. I massaged firmly along his legs making little circles with my hands until I reached up to his hips. I put a few drops of body oil on my hands and rubbed them together until I could feel the heat from the friction and the oil. Then I slid my sex up his legs until I rested on his mid-thighs and gently rocked back and forth as my hands massaged up and down his abdomen and chest. I would rock forward and massage up from his groin to his shoulder blades. Next, I rocked back and drug my hands down his body to come to rest on his hips. 

I did this over and over several times before Brian started to breathe faster. I could see his muscles tense as he tried to hold back his need. I watched as I massaged him and his erection enlarged and his nipples became taut. I moved my hands firmly up his body and circled his areola with my fingers as I started to gently pinch his nipples. I was dying to see what effect it would have on him. It was similar to the effect he caused when he pinched mine. 

His back arched a little and he barely made an 'Umm' sound. So I pinched a little harder and twisted them just slightly. 

"UMM! Baby!" He cried out. "Fuck!" 

Now, that's more like it. That's what I wanted from my man. I leaned forward and took his nipple into my mouth and sucked it. I felt a ripple of tension flow through his chest muscles and into his abdominals. I followed it with my tongue until again, I arrived at that little treasure trail of hair. Then I placed a few more drops of body oil in my palms and started to massage his groin and pelvic areas. I wanted to draw out his pleasure, so I avoided direct contact with his erection. 

I slid my hands over his hip bones and slowly applied light pressure as I brought the palms of my hands down to rest over his pubis bone. Then I slowly massaged back out. I slid myself down his legs again, so that every time I leaned forward, my breast would rub against his thighs and I would gently blow the air from my mouth over his erection. I did it like I was softly blowing the fuzzes off a dandelion. 

After about the sixth or seventh time, I felt him buck and he cried out. 

"Fuck Andrea, you're killing me. Please baby, at least touch me." His voice was so hoarse sounding as it came from deep in his throat. "I'm dying for your touch." 

I moved up a little to be in better position to take care of my man's needs. I lifted his cock into my hands, he was so hard and his cock so engorged that when I touched him he leaked pearl drops onto my hand. I started to stroke him gently until he was pushing into my palms and making soft moans in the back of his throat. I stopped when I though he was getting too excited and started on his ball sac. I had a teste in each hand as I massaged them and watched Brian's face change with each stoke of my fingers and thumbs. 

"Andrea please." He sighed as his head rolled back. "I want you baby." He sighed again as he began clenching his fists. "I need you now. Please Andrea." 

I wanted to keep him in a state of need, but I didn't have the heart to ignore his plea. If I'm totally truthful, my body was crying out for his just as badly. 

I got off his legs and moved up over his pelvis. I took his hands and placed them over my breasts. I traced his fingers over the lace trim of my silk bra. I took his left hand and brought it down to the V of lace in the front of my silk panties and traced his hand along my sex lips. 

"Brian, I want you to picture what I'm wearing just by what you feel." I whispered in the quiet of the room. 

I guided his hand over the lacey trim of my bra and panties and down between my legs three more times before I saw recognition light up his face. 

"Andrea are you wearing my "cookie" panties?" He smiled as he asked. 

"Well Marine it took you long enough." I leaned down and kissed his mouth. "Remember Marine, you owe me a "threefer" and I plan on collecting." 

"Baby, to give up is to fail." He growled at me. "So I'll give it everything I have, 'Honor, Perseverance, Spirit and Heart,' you have it all Brat, you have my all." His breathing was coming in short pants between his words. 

I lifted up to my knees and slid my panties down then I pulled them off, quickly followed by my bra. I gave them both to Brian. 

"I think you wanted these to frame Marine, they're yours if you'd like." 

He pulled them up to his face and took a deep breath before saying, "Oh baby, I like. I definitely like." He actually growled. "I'll just breathe in your scent for a while." 

"Anything you want baby, I aim to please." I bent down and kissed his lips. His voice was so husky. I loved knowing that he wanted me and that I could have such an effect on him. 

I reached down and played with Brian's erection, stroking him up and down a few times. "Baby, I want to take our sweet time tonight and this first time is going to be drawn out nice and slow. I want to enjoy every minute of our love making. I want to make up for some lost time and I need to see and feel every inch of you as we make love." 

"Andrea, anything you want." He reached down, took my hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed the top of my hand and then smiled. "I'm glad I slept for most of the drive. I hope I can keep up with you." 

"We have all night and all day if needed. I plan on taking my time." I let my words hang in the air for a few moments. 

I was definitely in no hurry. I had been thinking about making love to Brian since the day he shipped out. I had months of planning. A hundred dreams of how we would make love when he returned. A thousand day dreams of just what I wanted to do to him and what I hoped he would do to me. Now, I had all night to put those plans into action. 

I bent forward and kissed his forehead. Then I slowly made my way down his face, kissing his eyes, the tip of his nose, and each cheek. I kissed his ear and sucked on his lobe. I lightly bit my way down his jaw line and nibbled lightly with my teeth on his chin. I heard him take in a deep breath as I nipped him a little too hard. 

His hands rested on my knees and slowly he started to stroke them up my thighs until he held onto my hips. I loved the feel of Brian's hands on me. He had the sexiest hands. Strong thick fingers, large palms, big hands that made you feel secure when they held you. They always felt so strong and protective when he touched me. At the same time, they felt loving and sexy and they never failed to send a shiver through my body as he brushed them over my skin. He tried to rock my hips back, but I held my position. 

"Slow baby, this one is going to be very slow." I whispered as I kissed my way down the side of his neck. I felt more than heard his moan as I continued. 

My hands were on a journey of their own. I made sure they never lost contact with his body. I traced his clavicles with my fingertips and followed their path with my lips. I massaged over his chest muscles and kissed his pecs once again. I traced his areola with my nails and listened as he whispered my name. I licked his nipples until they were firm little peaks and I could suck them into my mouth and draw my teeth across them. I was relentless once I heard him whimper as I sucked on each in turn.  

"Oh fuck Andrea." He said it more than once as my fingers, my mouth, and my tongue made love to him. 

"Oh Baby, you don't know how long I have been planning this. I've thought of a number of ways we could make love while you were gone. Now, I've the chance to act some of my fantasies out." Every word I said was hummed over the surface of his neck and chest as I continued my journey. His only response was a few hitched breaths as my mouth continued with my plan. 

"You have fantasies baby?" He mewled as I continued to stroke his body with my fingers and tongue. 

"Oh Baby, you have no idea." I lightly bit the side of his abdomen and he gasped. 

"Baby, I really want to know about these fantasies of yours." He sighed between words. 

"You will." I laughed as I continued to slide my fingers over his chest and down his lower abdomen. As I traced over his treasure trail with my forefinger, I purposely leaned forward far enough so that the tips of my breasts just brushed along the surface of his skin as I moved down his body. 

I felt him draw in a deep breath as I did it and he reached up for my breasts, but I stopped his hands and placed them back on my hips. I knew if I let him start to touch me too much, I would lose my thought process and my plan would be derailed. My nipples became hard as they came in contact with the light dusting of hair covering him. The feeling was intense and my nipples were sensitive. I continued to move my body down his until I was positioned in a kneeling pose over his thighs. 

From this position, I focused on stroking up and down the hair trail leading to his erection and I decided to taste that line of muscle that is so fucking attractive on my man. That beautiful V muscle that his pelvic abductors make is so sexy and hot. I can't stop myself from wanting to touch it. Except this time, I decided to touch it with my tongue. I bent over him and slowly traced the cord of firm muscle with the tip of my tongue, first one side, then the other stopping only inches from is engorged cock. 

Brian couldn't help himself at this point. His hands moved from my hips and came up to hold my head. At first he just held my head between his hands. However, the more I tongued along the V, the more his hips started to flex upwards and his fingers became entwined in my hair. After several licks along his lower abdominals, he was whispering and moaning to me in three word sentences. 

"God, Oh please." He moaned as my nails gently scratched down the center of his abdomen and groin, again stopping just before they reached his erection and his hips flexed upward into my hand. 

"Jesus God Andrea." He whispered through a gasp as my tongue traced along the line of his muscle ridge and he squirmed from side to side in an effort to stop my advances. 

He tried to move his body and pull away from me, but I was straddling his thighs and he didn't have much room to move. The more I touched him, stroked him, tongued him, or nipped at his skin, the more his body flexed and he gasped little sentences out between breaths. 

"You're killing me." He moaned as I slowly blew my warm breath over his erection and watched it dance from the stimulation. 

Finally, I couldn't take much more of the physical teasing either. I wanted my man as much as he wanted me. So I verbally taunted him a little. "Do you want me Marine?" 

"Yes, fuck yes." He answered in a deep lust filled voice. 

"What do you want Brian?" I teased just a little more. 

"You Andrea you." His voice was gravelly with need. 

"You have me Marine. I'm yours." I answered with my own need easily heard. 

I reached down and took his erection in my hand. I slid my other hand across the bed until I found the "reunion essentials" I had put there. The sound of the condom wrapper crackled as I opened it. My hands were shaking as I rolled it down his length. Seconds later, I was guiding him into me and slowly lowered myself onto him. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to watch as my man moved into me. I wanted to see how it looked as the tip of his cock separated my sex and began to enter me. At that first contact, his deep pink head separated the lips of my sex. As I applied a little more pressure, I watched as his erect cock made its way inside of me. I could feel my sex opening to accept him and stretching to engulf his girth. 

The sensation and pleasure of that initial contact of our two bodies coming together was amazing. It was amplified by simply watching it as it actually occurred. Watching him enter me was erotic. Actually seeing his cock as it started to disappear in me made everything seem more intense, more real. 

I didn't get to see Brian enter me the first time we made love. Now, it was all about the senses for me. It was part of what I would soon be teaching Brian about in regard to his blindness. But I had learned from Brian, from what he did, from what he said in his letters and texts. I learned that you can feel more if you use all of your senses. So I watched, I tasted, I felt, and I smelled the scent that we were producing. I breathed in the scent of sex, the scent of love, and the scent of the two of us coming together as one and just enjoyed the moment. 

As the head of Brian's cock entered me I became alive. My skin flushed and I felt a warm heat flow through me. I could hear my heart beat faster and stronger. My breath was more measured and a little quicker. All of my senses seemed to be on high alert. Every single thing I was experiencing appeared to be more intense. I wondered if it was because I was making a conscious effort to be more aware and more in the moment or was it because I had anticipated this moment for months. 

I realized I didn't care why it was happening. I just knew it was more of something and I was enjoying the experience. I took in every detail of what I saw and felt in that moment. I looked at the thick rim of skin around the crown of his cock and I was more aware of it as it passed into me. I felt my sex open and stretch to accommodate his girth. As I concentrated on every move, I sensed things more intensely. I actually felt the ridge of the large vein on his penis as it rubbed against my inner walls. I moved my hand away so that I could slide down on him further and take him deeper into me. 

As I did, he was pushing upward and I was amazed how much more exciting it was to make love to him while I was watching each move we made. I was sitting completely down now and had taken him fully. I didn't move. I simply enjoyed the feeling of being filled by him. 

I couldn't wait any longer and I could see Brian's face tense up with every pulse of my body. He was trying hard to hold still, to not rush me, to allow me to do whatever I wanted. I could see it wasn't easy for him. I could feel the strain on his body and the stress in his face as he waited for me to be ready. 

I watched closely. I saw every muscle in his body contract as I started to move up and down on him. I tightened my vaginal muscles as I pulled up on him and he moaned aloud. Then I relaxed and slid back down until he was completely encompassed within me. I could feel how wet I was and loved the feeling of having Brian inside of me. I loved moving up and down on him knowing that it brought us both such pleasure. I knew it was taking every ounce of self-control for Brian not to take over the lead in our love making. 

I leaned forward so that my breasts rubbed up against his chest and we were in contact with each other. Slowly I started to push my body up until I could feel only the head of his cock remained in me and then push down until he was fully embraced with in my sex. I took my time as my breasts teased their way across his chest every time I moved forward and back down again. After repeating this for a minute or so, I couldn't concentrate anymore. 

My mind started to blur, I couldn't focus on anything other than what was going on in my body. The intensity of making love to Brian for the first time in so long was taking its toll on my mind, my body, and my plans. I started to move a little faster and I could feel the heat and wetness build up in my sex. I wanted more, more friction, more speed, more pressure, but I wasn't able to concentrate on the feelings and keep up the momentum. Brian must have sensed my dilemma. 

I moaned out one word, "Brian." I didn't have a chance to finish my sentence. He knew what I was going to say. He knew what I needed and he gave it to me, no questions asked. He held me to his chest and kissed my head as he took over our love making. 

I felt him push in me a little at a time and then withdraw to the head of his cock. The next time, he pushed a little harder and withdrew. His pace got faster and his thrust became harder until he had a rhythm going that met both of our needs. 

"Oh Brian, more. More baby." I whispered into his chest as we made love. 

In one motion, he held me to him and rolled so that he was on top of me and I was enclosed in his embrace with my back against the bed. I watched his face intently as the tension was released and he was in control. Now he thrust into me hard and fast, with each movement his pubic bone hit firmly into my mound as he made love to me. He filled me completely and still I pushed for more. 

My body bucked up and met his downward thrusts. Our bodies meshed and not an inch of him remained exposed when we collided together. I felt every inch of him and I loved it. On a few of the more forceful thrusts, when we came together hard, I felt the sharp pain of him hitting my cervix. 

I opened my eyes and looked directly into Brian's face as he watched me. His deep brown eyes penetrating mine, looking to see if I was ok. I could see him studying me, looking for my response, waiting to see if I was ready to come. It took me a full minute or more to remember that he couldn't see me at all. That his eyes and face were focused on me, but that he couldn't see a thing. 

I realized I needed to be more verbal for him. I needed to give him more clues as to how I was feeling and where I was in regard to our love making. There were things I needed to tell him in order for him to know that everything was going fine, that he was great, and that I loved everything he did to and for me. That's when I realized this first time was more about Brian and less about me or even us. 

"Brian, God baby, you feel so good." I stroked my hands up his back and held onto his shoulders as he continued to make love to me. 

I pushed my hips forward and tightened around him as we made love. His moans were drowned in my mouth as I lifted my head and kissed him hard as we pulled each other together. 

"I love you Brian." I said as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm and I tightened my inner muscles as tight as possible. 

"Jesus Brat." He cried out as he picked up speed and thrust into me several more times before I felt his cock spasm and his body tense. 

His head fell and I pushed up to take his mouth in a kiss. He sensed my movement and lifted his face to mine. When our mouths met, he entered my mouth with his tongue. Our lips joined, our tongues interlocked, and our moans were captured by each other's mouths. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 03



I felt Brian's body tense just before he broke our kiss. "Andrea, I can't hold on much longer." 

"It's ok Brian. I'm ok baby." I said. I was too wrapped up in the emotions and feelings of this moment to allow my body the freedom it needed to reach orgasm. I loved every minute of making love with Brian. I enjoyed every touch, every kiss, and every taste of him. I was more than ok. I felt great having my man with me and making love to me once again. I had all I needed in that moment. I had my Brian. 

I tightened myself around him and matched him thrust for thrust until he cried out my name and came. I felt his body tighten in my arms, then I felt him quiver as his body released all of the pent up energy it was holding on to. His muscles spasmed and he struggled to hold his weight off of me until I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him to me. I held him in my arms until his breathing returned to normal. 

I whispered in his ear, "I love you. I'm so glad your home. I'm so glad we're together." 

He didn't answer me for what seemed like several minutes. Then he turned his head and kissed my neck. He lifted his head and whispered into my ear copying what I had done just a few moments earlier. "I love you too. I'm glad to be home. I'm glad to be with you." 

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We lay in silence for a while. I massaged my hands up and down Brian's back as his body returned to a more relaxed state. I felt as his breathing and the pumping in his chest slow. He lay partially on top of me and his arms were still around me. I felt completely at home in his embrace. Then he surprised me as he started to speak quietly about his feelings. 

"Andrea I meant every single word I wrote in my letters and emails." He whispered. "There wasn't one day that I didn't wish I were here with you." 

I kept gently massaging up and down his back with my left hand as I ran the fingers of my right hand through his hair. I remembered how he relaxed and sighed in the hospital shower when I lightly scratched his scalp in circles, so I started to do that. He took a deep breath in and exhaled and I felt some of the tension leave his body. 

"I know you meant everything Baby. I did too." I kissed the top of his head as it rest on my chest. 

"Can I tell you something Brat? Something I haven't admitted to anyone else." His voice was barely audible. 

"Of course, tell me anything." 

"I hated it over there. I thought I would like doing what I had wanted to do all my life, but I hated it." 

I didn't know exactly what to say, so I just remained quiet and waited for him to continue. A few silent minutes passed before he started again. 

"I loved my men, my unit, and they were like family to me, but I hated the job itself." He hesitated, as if waiting for me to pass judgment. I just remained quiet and continued to hold him. It worked because he kept talking. "I hated thinking that every time I made a decision, someone else might have to pay the price for it." 

I kissed him and just kept my mouth resting on top of his head. It was enough for him to know he could continue. 

"They teach you a lot of theory and practical application of leadership and management in Officer's Training School. But when you're making decisions that could get someone hurt or killed, it's totally different." He hesitated, as if he were reliving some event. "Every time I sent out one of my teams, I felt my gut sink until they returned safe." 

I continued to massage his back and scratch his scalp and tried not to react to what he was saying one way or the other. I didn't want to say or do anything that would make him feel judged and might stop him from talking about these things. 

"I hated protecting and defending something that I knew in my head was never going to change. I knew no matter how much we did, no matter how many lives we lost or how many of us were injured, nothing we did would make a damn bit of difference." He sighed and kissed my breast. 

"Do you think I'm pathetic for saying that?" He rested his chin on my chest and faced me as if he was looking to see my reaction. 

"No. No, I don't." I leaned down and kissed him. 

"My father would." He said as a matter of fact. 

"No Baby, I don't think he would." I hesitated. "In fact, I know he wouldn't." 

"How do you know that?" I could hear the hope in his voice. 

"I know it because I heard him say the same thing after we got word that you were hurt." I stopped rubbing his back and held his cheek in my palm as I prepared to continue. 

"He said the same thing?" He was shocked. 

"Yes. He did. He and my dad were trying to find out exactly what happened over there and to what extent you were injured. They were taking phone calls from several people trying to get information. Finally, when one of the calls came and gave a picture of what was going on, I heard him say almost those exact words." 

"What did he say? Do you remember exactly what he said?" There was a sort of hope in his voice. I knew he didn't want to disappoint his father. If his father had said anything that resembled his words, it would relieve a burden from his shoulders. The one thing I wouldn't do was lie to him. So I told him what I remembered. 

"As best I remember, he said to my dad, 'If those fuckers hurt my son and the same shit goes down over there that has been going on for more than two hundred years, I'll blow the fuckers up myself'." 

He looked up at me with disbelief on his face. "He did not. Did he?" 

"I swear baby that is almost exactly what he said. Ask our mom's. All three of us were eaves dropping and when we heard him, we ran into the kitchen because we couldn't believe those words came out of your father's mouth. Then we looked at each other and started laughing and crying at the same time." 

"I can't see my dad saying anything like that." 

"You've never seen your dad when he thinks his boy is hurt. I have. He said it and he meant it." 

I stroked my hand down his cheek and then traced his lips with my fingertips. He sucked my finger into his mouth and playfully bit it. Brian moved up until his face was at the level of mine and we started kissing. It was a slow romantic make out. We just wanted to be near each other, to touch each other. Neither one of us had enough energy for anything more just yet. We just kissed and caressed each other until we were too tired to continue. 

"Brian, we need to get some sleep. We have work to do tomorrow." 

"What work?" His voice sounded a little tense. 

"You know what work. We discussed this before we left the hospital and you promised to work with me. We have to do your cane practice outside and we have your vision rehab exercises." I said firmly but tried not to sound like I was mothering him.  

"I only promised that to make sure you got me out and brought me here." He said it in a teasing manner, but I also knew that to some extent it was true. 

"I know why you promised Marine. That doesn't change the fact that you did promise and I'm holding you to it." 

"Brat I think.." I put my fingers over his mouth before he could say another word. 

"Sleep Marine. We can argue in the morning." Then I moved my fingers from his lips and kissed them instead. 

"Some things never change." He said sarcastically. 

A few minutes later we fell asleep in each other's arms. We slept side by side with our arms and legs wrapped around each other and my head tucked under his chin. I'm not sure how long we slept, but when I woke, the orange glow of the early morning sun was shining into the bedroom. It placed a warm curtain of soft light through the room. I could see the sun dust angels fluttering in the orange and yellow rays that filtered through the windows. 

I looked up to see Brian still sleeping. He looked so peaceful. His face was relaxed and for the first time, in a long time, he didn't look worried or mad at the world. I was content to lie next to him and watch him. I wanted to touch him, to trace my finger along his profile, to kiss his lips, but I didn't want to wake him. 

Instead I let him sleep and said a prayer thanking God for returning my man to me. Giving thanks that my Brian was home and safe and given time, my Marine would be back to full force. 

We had a long road ahead of us, but together we could do anything. That was the last thought in my mind as I fell back to sleep in his arms; calmed by the beating of his heart. Together we could do anything. 

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to be continued! ... 

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My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 04



"Brat" and Brian have some challenges ahead, more so than most couples. As they face the ups and downs that all relationships face, will one or both of them give up on what they have together? It will take physical, emotional, and mental strength to adjust and deal with what's ahead of them. If they are patient with each other, forgiving when needed, and loving even in the most difficult of times, they just may prove they have what it takes to be together. They may even reach "forever." 

This story is dedicated to all who serve (served) their country and to the families and friends they leave (left) behind. Your service, your sacrifice, and your "loss," however it is defined, can never be repaid. To each and every one of you, I extend my gratitude. Be well and Stay safe! To my editor and favorite Brit "Flyboy," I thank you for the above and so much more! Thanks for crossing over to "Erotic Couplings" for me. You know you love it! (Author's note: Brian and Brat are a healthy and monogamous couple who practice "safe" sex. Condoms are in use even if they are not described within the text of this story.) 

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When I woke for the second time this morning it was still bright and early. The sun was a little higher in the sky and the streams of light now entering the room were less orange and more of a bright yellow. My first thoughts of the morning, as the sunbeams scattered through the room, the largest coming to rest on Brian's face, were my memories of the past twenty four hours. Finally being able to have Brian discharged, driving him here to the lake, arguing, making love, absolutely everything was running through my mind like a video. Waking up here, with the soft sunlight streaming in, finding myself wrapped in Brian's arms, it was all a dream come true. 

I gently moved back a little so that I could get a better look at my man; taking advantage of the quiet time to examine him. I looked at how his hair had grown and was now about two inches long. It had these little ringlets along the sides of his temples where his sweat damped his hair and it dried in curls. I was tempted to reach up and play with them, but I didn't. 

My eyes followed along his profile; then moved slowly down his jaw and neck line. I could see the pulsation at the side of his neck and desperately wanted to kiss him there. I even thought about giving him a love bite. As I continued my visual exam, I traced over his chest and abdomen. I watched his chest rise and fall with every breath. 

My eyes trailed lower and I followed along the V muscle that I enjoyed so much last night. It blatantly drew my attention to and directly pointed at Brian's morning erection. This time, I couldn't resist touching him. I slid my hand down and traced over his hip and down his groin until my fingers came in contact with his cock. I was gentle at first, lightly stroking him and tracing my fingers around his crown. Stroking my fingers along his shaft and following up and down the protruding vein running the length of his cock. 

I sensed more than saw when Brian awakened. I could hear the change in his breathing and I could see his abdominal, pelvic, and leg muscles tighten as I continued to explore his body. I think it was the first time I ever really examined an erect penis in such detail, well to be truthful, in any real detail. I was fascinated by it. My gaze was attracted to all of the little intricacies and nuances of it. I was transfixed by the beauty of it, the shine of its taut skin, the thickness of the coronal ring, the ridges of vessels along the shaft, the dense hard feel of the shaft itself. I found it intricate in its nature and most interesting to examine. 

"Are you done with your inspection Brat or are you planning on making a day of it?" His words were meant to be light hearted, but the tension in his voice was anything but. 

"Actually, I was just debating what my plan for you this morning would be." I quipped as I continued to lightly stroke along his cock with my fingertips. I felt his eyes on me and even though I knew he couldn't see me, I found it erotic that it felt like he was watching everything I did. 

"Andrea, before we get too involved here, I have something I'd like to talk to you about." 

I knew what he was going to say before he finished his sentence. He was wondering about last night. About our love making and more specifically why I didn't orgasm. I thought to myself last night this would most likely be the first thing he would want to talk about this morning. I knew he wouldn't forget it or let it go without comment. 

"What is it you want to talk about Marine?" I tried sounding light hearted. 

"You didn't orgasm last night when we made love, did you?" He asked rather calmly and on the quiet side. 

"No, I didn't, but I enjoyed everything Brian. I enjoyed everything we did and I loved every single minute we shared together last night." 

"I'm glad, but why do you think you didn't come?" I could hear the concern in his voice. 

"Brian, please don't take this the wrong way, but the simple and truthful answer is that my mind went somewhere else." 

"What does that mean? Because, I don't think I like the idea of your mind being somewhere else while we're making love to each other." 

"It was with you in that sense. I was with you. It was just different." I wasn't sure how to explain how I felt at the time. How different things felt for me at the time and how I was a little off my game. 

"Different how? I think I really need you to explain this one to me." 

"I was close to orgasm Brian. I was very close; my mind and my body were right there with you. Then I started thinking about how much I love you. I was thinking how happy I am to have you home and with me and most of all safe. Then, before I knew it, a different emotion came over me. I felt comfort and relief. I felt happy and content. It wasn't important for me to orgasm at the time. What was most important to me was you." 

"What do you mean?" I gave him credit, he was paying attention to what I was saying and he really wanted to understand not only what I was saying, but what I meant by it. 

"I mean, in that moment, I didn't care about my satisfaction. I only cared about you and yours. You were most important to me at the time. I wanted to make sure you were taken care of; you had what you needed. You were my focus. The love we shared was more important. I wanted to experience you. I wanted to experience you being with me, in me, loving me, more than I wanted my orgasm. So, I focused on you, and our love, and being in the moment to enjoy you." 

My eyes were tearing and I knew my voice was starting to break a little. I kissed him lightly on his abdomen as his hand stroked through my hair; I continued to talk to him and explain. 

"I realized how thankful I was to have you home. How grateful I was to have you here with me, home and safe. Then I realized how many people weren't so fortunate. How many people didn't have their loved one with them for one reason or other. My mind set changed and the only thing that mattered was that you were alive and here with me. I was just enjoying the moment of being with you. I love you Brian." 

"I love you too Andrea." He quietly added, "More than you know Brat, more than even I think I knew." 

I wanted to lighten the mood and to finish what I started before our conversation. I teased him a little by kissing his erection and smiled when I heard him gasp. I licked my lips wetting them; I tipped my face down and lightly placed a second kiss on the head of his cock. 

"Fuck." He moaned out. He wasn't expecting that and I caught him completely off guard. 

I laughed lightly and kissed him again leaving my mouth in place. This time, I drew my tongue over the head of his cock and circled it with the tip. I heard him suck in a deep breath and hold it as he tried to pull his hips back. 

"Jesus Andrea." He growled at me. "What are you doing?" 

"Baby if you don't know what I'm doing, I must be doing it very wrong." I giggled as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue repeatedly around its head. 

Brian moaned out loud. "UUhhmm!" 

Automatically his hands went to my hair and clenched two handfuls as he gently, but firmly held onto my head."Andrea, you don't.." 

"Shish." I said before he could complete his thought. "I want you Brian. I want to take you in my mouth; make love to you with my mouth. Don't forget baby, you owe me a 'threefer' and by my count, that leaves me two more to collect on today." 

His hands relaxed a little but he kept them fisted in my hair. I felt his body relax back into the mattress and his head fell back against the pillows. I could hear him take several deep breaths in and out as I started to move my mouth over his erection. 

It's an intoxicating feeling knowing you have this power over a man's reactions. To know that by loving him in this way, he completely gives himself to you. There is an enormous amount of trust shared between a man and a woman when they are giving each other oral pleasure. It's a love and trust that should never be taken for granted. I wanted to not only show Brian how much I loved him, but to ensure him that he could trust me no matter what. 

I peeked up at his face as I slid my lips over him; his eyes were closed, his chin jutted out, he licked his lips, swallowing hard and that alone made me double my efforts. I pulled back and licked my lips until they were really wet and then I licked up the sides of his shaft, kissing it every so often. The texture of it was fascinating to me. I tried to think of a comparison, but I couldn't recall anything similar in my memory. It was firm, yet spongy and a little giving in its density. My tongue licked up each side until he was coated in my saliva. 

I placed my hand around the base of his cock and then took the rest of him into my mouth. I sucked my mouth closed and heard him sigh as his fingers tangled in my hair. I pulled up the length of him until Iheld only his head between my lips and then I licked around it again and again as my hand followed suit and stroked up and down to the same rhythm. 

After a minute or two of licking and stroking, I took as much of his length into my mouth as I could and sucked harder. This time, I set up a suck and release cadence. I sucked him tight and stroked him quickly with my tongue for several seconds and then released just as he would thrust himself forward. I repeated it a dozen times before Brian cried out to me. 

"Andrea. I'm going to come soon, very soon." He gasped, his words coming out with hesitation. "Baby... you better... stop...Oh God!... if you don't...God!...want me to...Oh Fuck!... come in your mouth." He rushed the last words out. 

He was arching up into my mouth as he said it and pulling my hair downward so my face was right up against him. I just sucked on him harder and faster. I was in a licking, sucking, stroking rhythm when I felt his entire body tense and buck upwards. I looked up at him and saw his face was red, his eyes were clenched shut, his jaw thrust forward and every muscle in his body was contracted. 

I knew he was about to release and I pushed him over by gliding the ridges of my teeth up his length and then sucking him into the back of my throat. I felt the tip of him slide just beyond the back of my tongue as I swallowed and pulled him further into my mouth. I followed up on that by sucking him hard and sliding my tongue over the under surface of his erection as fast as I could. 

I had shared in oral sex with two other men, but I had never done anything like this before. I was taking my time, concentrating on his response, and enjoying every minute of sharing this with Brian. Any experience I had before this didn't seem to count; nothing compared to this. A heady awareness came over me. I felt a special connection with him, the love, the raw emotion, and yes, I felt the power of sex in that moment. As I peeked up at Brian one more time, I realized how much I loved him. It may have been in that very moment that I knew there was nothing that I wouldn't do for my man. That included loving him, holding him, supporting him, and anything else he may need from me. 

Brian moaned and arched his pelvis forward. He grasped my head pushing me onto him even more. He wasn't forceful or hurting me, he was just taking what he needed from me and I was willing to give it to him. A few seconds later his orgasm ripped through him. 

I felt his entire body tense at first. Then his body shuddered and his breathing stopped as he sucked in a deep breath. I could see his head and neck bow backward and the veins in his neck were protruding. Finally, he took a deep breath in and a guttural growl escaped him just before he cried out my name. 

"Fuck Andrea!! Fuck!" 

I heard his words tear from his gut as I felt the warm cum leave his body and shoot into my mouth. It slid down my throat and I continued to swallow as he spurted several times.My experience was limited, but I had never taken a man orally and allowed him to come while I held him between my lips before. I surely would have never swallowed his cum if he had and I know I never enjoyed oral sex as much as I enjoyed it with Brian. He tasted of a combination of saltiness and something similar to when you chew a blade of fresh cut grass. I remember thinking how unusual to taste like salty grass, but that's what I tasted. It was actually a fresh taste that I found surprising, yet likeable. 

I could feel the intensity of his reaction in every sense of my being. I looked up with my mouth still encompassing his cock, my lips still wrapped tightly around him, and I watched his body's response. I was ecstatic at his reaction and elated with the power I felt in that very moment. I continued to suck every bit of ejaculate from him. He continued to spurt the creamy pearl colored streams with every movement of my tongue and lips. In that moment, I was happy I had taken him to completion and not withdrawn from him. I wanted to taste him, to swallow his cum, and to share in his orgasm more completely. 

All I could think of as I looked at Brian was how much I loved my man. There truly was no weight I wouldn't bear for him, no sacrifice I wouldn't make for him. While I watched him descend from his orgasmic high, a smile crossed my face, I thought to myself, "Welcome home Marine!" 

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It took a while but after twenty minutes or so, I felt a nervous energy between us that had nothing to do with what we just experienced. It was a tense energy and it was emitting from Brian. He was antsy and it seemed like he wanted to say something to me, but didn't know how to go about it. I could feel the tension growing. I wasn't sure what caused it, but I wasn't going to let it go without finding out. 

"What's wrong?" I sighed as I asked him. 

"I want to know something and I would like the truth." His voice was quiet, hesitant, but stern and I didn't understand why. 

"Ok. What?" 

"Was that a pity blow job for the blind guy?" He actually asked me that question. I was immediately fuming. 

"What did you just ask me?" The heat was escaping from my body through my words. 

"You heard me Brat, was that a pity blow job?" He sounded a little less sure of his words now. 

"Fuck you Brian. I can't believe you just asked me that. I don't do anything out of pity and you should know that. If I were going to do something out of pity, it wouldn't have anything to do with sex or love. You really are an ASS with all caps sometimes." 

I slapped his chest hard with my open hand and the sound echoed in the room. If he could have seen my fist coming, I would have punched him right in the nose. Instead, I rolled over and got out of the bed. 

"I'm going to take a shower and then as soon as you're washed and ready, we'll start your morning exercises." 

"Andrea, wait a minute. I want to..." 

"I don't care what you want Marine. I'm fuming with you right now. How you took me from a perfectly peaceful and happy state to fuming is beyond me, but you did. That should have been a really beautiful moment between us just now and you screwed it up big time. Marine, as far as I'm concerned, you're in the dog house. So unless it is absolutely necessary or it deals with our plan for the day, DO NOT talk to me." 

I turned and walked into the bathroom and slammed the door so hard, I heard the pictures on the bedroom wall bang. I flipped the shower handle on to HOT and pulled my hair up, pinning it on top of my head. As I stripped my clothes off, I heard the door handle rattle a few times before I got into the shower. He knew I meant business when he tried to come in and found the door locked. Let him stew over his stupidity for a while. 

When I was done and dressed, I walked out expecting to find him still in bed. Instead, he was dressed and had coffee made and some bagels and cream cheese on the table. When he heard me coming out, he gave me his best "I'm sorry" smile. It was going to take a lot more than that to make up for what he'd said earlier. 

"I'm sorry Brat. I should have never thought that or said it. I don't know what I was thinking. Come have some breakfast with me." 

"Not happening Marine. I expect you outside with your cane in five minutes. Don't piss me off any further; it would not work to your benefit or advantage." That being said, I walked out of the cabin. As my stomach growled, I wished I could have grabbed a bagel without him knowing it. 

Less than five minutes later, he came out of the house. He carried his cane in his left hand, a coffee mug in his right, and a bagel with cream cheese between his teeth. He walked down the stairs and stood there. Then he made a barking sound and I couldn't help but laugh. He truly was an ASS, but he was my ASS and for better or worse, I was in love with him. 

"You are killing me Marine." I said as I tried to stop the humor from being heard in my voice. I took the bagel from between his teeth and bit it. 

"Every good dog brings his mistress a bagel and coffee doesn't he?" He sounded contrite and I really didn't want to be mad at him all day, but I did want to clear up the issue before moving forward. I took the coffee from him and set it on the picnic table along with my bagel. 

"Briansit down please." He tapped his cane against the picnic bench, reached down and then sat. "We have a lot to do today. You have a lot of new information to absorb, a ton to learn and a load of homework when we're done. I have a lot of teaching to do and some more research to review before our day is over. I don't want to start the day off mad at you. I don't want today or any day we spend together to be done out of duty versus want." 

"I don't either Brat. I'm sorry for what I said. I don't know why I said it or what even made the thought enter my head, but once it did, I felt the need to ask." Brian closed his eyes and swallowed hard before he continued to speak. "Can we put this behind us and move on? Can you forgive me for being so stupid and for being, an ASS with all caps?" 

"Baby, I can and do forgive you and yes, we can put it behind us and move forward. I just need to know that you don't believe that I could or would ever do anything that I truly didn't want to do with or for you. Especially anything involving sex or love. I think you know me better than that. In fact, I know you know me better than that." 

"I do Andrea; you know I do. I don't know what came over me. I guess, in doubting myself, I started to doubt you too." He reached his hand out in the direction of my voice as he continued, "I'm truly sorry babe." 

"Ok, enough said." I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "We have a lot of work this morning. Let's get started by reviewing some of the techniques we'll be working on today and over the next few weeks. Ok?" 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 04



"Yes Ma'am, Drill Sergeant Ma'am." He mocked a salute in my direction. 

"Remember you said that Marine. Because over the next few weeks, every morning, I will be your D.I. and you WILL follow my orders. Understood Marine?" I smiled at him, but from the serious tone of my voice, he would never have known I was doing it. 

"Yes Ma'am." He answered in full Marine voice. "As long as I can give the orders later in the day." He laughed. 

"That will depend on how well you perform during the sun light hours Marine." Now, he heard the humor in my voice. 

"Oh, like a reward system?" He actually licked his lips as he said it. 

"No, more like a classical command and response theory. I command; you respond. Like Pavlov." I couldn't help but hear the laughter in my own voice as I said the words. 

"Hmmm. I think I like the reward system idea, it sounds better and there is no dog or dog house involved in that one." His voice was almost childlike as he teased with me. 

"I'm sure you would Marine, but it's not happening. Now let's get started. First I want to explain the concepts of the activities we will be doing today. With the cane techniques and activities, our goals are that there will be no tripping, falling, or physical collision with any items as you use the cane." 

"Makes sense to me. I'd like to avoid all of those things too." 

"Good. In order to do that Brian, you're going to need to use your cane more efficiently and effectively. Do you remember how they taught you to do a sweep with the cane to avoid those things?" 

"Yes. I think so. I wasn't really listening and I really just wanted to get out of there. I probably should have paid more attention to what they were saying. I know they were all trying to help. At the time, I refused to believe I needed it. Now, I regret my decision and my stubbornness. Like you said, more than once I might add, I can be an ASS." 

"Well, it's too late to beat yourself up about it now. Besides, before we left Walter Reed, I visited with all of your therapists and they gave me a few handouts and manuals that are full of instructions and helpful hints. Let's practice out here. To make it more interesting, we're going to add in some sensory cues for you to identify and follow." 

"Not to be stupid or anything, but what's a sensory cue?" 

"Well, your other senses will need to be more or less 'trained' to a heightened level. They will help to compensate for your blindness. This is called 'Sensory Development.' For example, you will need to use your other senses to figure things out and provide you with more information. Since visual input is about eighty percent of the sensory information sent to the brain, you have to make up some of that loss by using information from other senses. Like using your sense of smell to identify the direction of the kitchen, or what's cooking, or the location of a fire pit. Also, use the feeling of the warmth of the sun on your body to judge your position in relation to the sun or direction. Things like that." 

"I guess that makes sense." 

"One more thing I want you to do when working through the exercises and activities today. Every time a sense provides you with information, you should try to attach a mental picture to it. When a memory comes to mind, picture it and put as much detail into your mental picture as possible. Remember the colors of things, how they were shaped, where they were placed. Things like that. It will help to strengthen your Visual Memory and confirm the information to your brain from the other senses. It will also help, so you don't forget what things look like." 

"Can you forget what things look like? Brat, where did you learn about all of this?" He was curious and wondered how his neuro psychologist had all of a sudden become an expert on blindness. 

"Yes, you can forget. That's why these exercises are so important. I've done a little bit of research on each of them. I've talked to a few of the experts at PENN and then again at Walter Reed. If you're a good boy and do well, I may even write a case study on our little experiment." I tightened my grip on his hand for support. 

He pulled me to him and grabbed me around the waist. Enclosing me in his arms and against his chest, he kissed me long and hard before he started to speak again. His voice was calm, but full of emotion. 

"I know you Brat. I know you better than you think I do. I know when you say you've done a 'little bit of research' it means you've spent days, if not weeks, researching this. I also know that if you say that you met with a 'few of the experts' at both hospitals, it probably means you pestered the shit out of anyone who could have been of any help. So, don't try and play it down." 

Before I could even give him a response, he was kissing me again. His arms were around me, his hands were moving up my back and over my ass and his lips and mouth were on a seek and find mission. It took a minute before I even remembered to take a breath. God, my Marine knew how to kiss. All thoughts left my head during that kiss. Finally, when he broke away from my mouth and I could regain my thoughts, I knew I had to redirect quickly before we ended up back in the cabin and most likely, back in bed. Not a bad option, just not part of the schedule for the morning. 

"Brian, stop it." I smacked his ass playfully. "We don't have time for any play now. We have work to do and you promised you would pay attention and work hard." 

"I did; didn't I?" He gave me a quick kiss and a pat on the ass. "Ok Brat, let's get the lessons started." 

We worked hard that morning and almost every morning for the next several weeks. We would wake up, have breakfast together and then start in on his exercises. When he wasn't working with the cane on an obstacle course I'd set up, he was leading the way on a walk or hike to get the lay of the land and really test his cane skills. It was only a few weeks before it became second nature for him to use the cane outdoors. 

After about the third or fourth week, his cane became an extension of his body. The man who originally hated the cane, now kept it at the door and never went out without it. It was amazing how fast and how well he adapted to using it. I knew he would learn quickly; it was his nature. If Brian put his mind to something, nothing would stop him from succeeding. Watching him outdoors, on his own again, was heart-warming. It was like watching him before he was blinded. 

Indoors, he had such a strong mental picture of the cabin and the placement of everything, he didn't need to use or depend on his cane to get around. He never bumped into anything. One day, when I wasn't thinking, I moved the chair away from the desk and it was in the walking path of the bedroom.Without any cane, but just his senses, Brian knew it was in his way. He stopped, moved the chair back to where it belonged and then turned to look in my direction. I'd seen what happened in the reflection of the dresser mirror and was curious to see how he would handle it. He did very well. 

I could see his confidence and independence coming back stronger week after week. He was standing tall again. He smiled more often than not. He initiated a lot of the activities we did when we weren't actively working on his rehabilitation. Our conversations were back to normal and life with Brian was starting to look familiar again. He was even back to teasing me as often as possible.Even when I almost sent him tumbling over a misplaced chair. 

"Brat, are you trying to kill me?" It was all he said before coming over to me and giving me a kiss. 

"No, I'm not trying to kill you. Let's say, I'm reinforcing "visual memory and sensory perception" with you and adding a new exercise into your daily sensory programs. I explained to you how the mind has a memory of how things looked and where they should be. I'm making sure that all stays fresh in your brain and doesn't get lost because you don't call on its use. Every day, we should spend an hour or so just reiterating visual recall." I tried to cover up my forgetfulness with the perfect deflection and excuse. 

"That all sounds great babe, but I don't believe a word. I know you just don't want to admit you forgot to put the chair back where it belongs." He laughed. 

"Ok, well there's that too. If you're going tonitpick about things; I guess that could be one explanation." 

I loved working and playing with my man. Sometimes I would give him the name of an object and he would have to describe it to me in detail. We made a game of it after a while. I started to write down names of things and I would list ten or more characteristics about them. Brian would have to describe the object or item until he mentioned all of the items on my list. Of course, he decided a reward system should be incorporated with his achievements. So, as I made the items and characteristics harder for him, he upped the ante on his rewards. 

We had been at the cabin for just over two months. It was like old times between us and everything was going really well.One night, we were lying in bed and I was giving him objects for visual recall. I said, "Ok baby, I have a hard one for you. I have twenty items on my list for this object, if you get all twenty, I'll give you the reward of your choice." 

He laughed at me. "Any reward I want is mine. Is that the deal?" 

I could hear in his voice that I may have just made a deal with the devil or at least the little devil in my man. I knew before I even finished my offer that I may have just made a huge error in judgment, but it was too late to withdraw, but I tried anyway. 

"Within reason of course," I added. 

"Nope," he said, "too late to change the negotiations. A deal's a deal. You said the reward of my choice for all twenty items on your list. Shoot. What's the item? And Brat, don't even think of trying to cheat me or welching on our deal." 

"Would I do that?" I tried to sound innocent, but I don't think I pulled it off very well. 

"Yes, I think you would if you thought I wouldn't find out and you wouldn't get caught." He pulled me into his arms and held me close to him. 

"Ok, the thought may have run through my head, but I would never really cheat you." 

"I'm sure you wouldn't." He almost sounding convincing if he didn't laugh after he said it. "Come on, what's the item?" 

"Your jeep," I said almost regretfully. 

"Baby, you are so screwed. There isn't anything on that jeep that I don't know by heart. I'll get all twenty and then some. You my dear are mine and I plan on using my reward to my advantage." He laughed at me this time. 

"Ok Marine, stop cocking off and start listing the items." 

"I so know you babe, first item listed is the radio; second is the antenna." He sounded so cocky as he said it. "Am I right so far?" He was still laughing. 

"Shut up and list all twenty." I hit him in the ribs. 

"Come on Brat, be a sport. Were the first two items the radio and the antenna?" 

"Yes. Now don't be an ass and keep going and don't forget you're supposed to be making a mental picture of everything in your head so you can recall what it looks like." 

"Babe, I'm definitely forming a mental picture in my head, but it may not have much to do with my jeep." 

To my dismay, he listed about thirty items before he had my list of twenty complete. I couldn't believe it. I thought for sure he would have missed at least a few of them. He even listed the tear in the back seat from a friends pocket knife that punctured the upholstery. 

"Did I win yet or do you want me to keep going until you decide to tell me I have all the items on your list?" He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. "Don't be a sore loser; tell me I won already will you?" 

"God I hate it when you get so cocky." I teased him. 

"Baby, you're lying and you know it. I know for a fact that you love when I get cocky. In fact, it's one of the things you love about me most." 

"Oh please Brian, get a grip on that ego of yours." 

I pushed at him, but he grabbed me and started to tickle me. I couldn't stand it after a while and started to scream between my fits of laughter. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as he continued to tease and tickle me. 

"Tell me I'm the winner and I'll let you go." 

"Ok, you're the winner." I cried out between tears, laughter, and sobs. "Brian, let me go before I pee myself. I have to go to the bathroom." I was practically ready to wet myself before he finally stopped tickling me. 

I jumped out of the bed and walked into the bathroom with a full bladder and the intent to pee as soon as possible. I no sooner sat down than Brian walked in and stood a few feet in front of me. My first thought was that he must not have realized that I really needed to pee. 

"Brian, I'm in here." 

"Yeah, I know." I saw a smile cross his entire face. 

"Well..." 

"Well...What?" He laughed. 

"Brian, I can't pee while you're in here." 

I was getting annoyed because I had to pee so badly and now I couldn't. I never could go to the bathroom when someone else was in the room. Even when I went out to clubs or restaurants, I would wait until the bathroom was empty before being able to go. I know it sounds weird, but that's the way it is for me. 

"Why?" Was all he said. 

"Brian, I'm not explaining things to you. I just can't. Now get out; I have to pee." 

I knew he could hear the frustration in my voice. I could hear the frustration in my voice. I could hear the desperate need to relieve the pressure in my bladder in my voice. I felt the little muscle spasms starting that occur when you have a distended bladder. 

"I don't understand. Why can't you pee with me in here? Do you have pee anxiety?" 

He walked closer to me as he asked his inane questions. He was standing right in front of me and I was tempted to reach out and hit him where it hurts if he didn't get out and leave me alone so I could go to the bathroom before I ruptured something. 

"What the hell is 'pee anxiety'?" I asked more annoyed than curious, but still curious. 

I knew the moment I asked, I was an idiot for falling into conversation with him. All I wanted to do was to go to the bathroom and pee. ALONE! 

"It's like performance anxiety, only with pee. You can't perform or in this case, you can't pee because you're nervous in front of an audience." 

I was just thinking that what he said made sense, but I also realized that I didn't care what it was. I just wanted to pee. As these thoughts were running through my head, I noticed Brian was starting to kneel in front of me. 

"Marine, just what do you think you're doing?" 

I had no clue what he was up to, but it appeared to me that he was up to no good. I couldn't see anything good coming out of his being on his knees in front of me while I was seated on the toilet and dying to relieve my bladder of its contents. 

"I'm going to help you." He looked all innocent with those big brown puppy dog eyes looking at me. 

"Help me what exactly?" I said half annoyed, half not believing what I was hearing and seeing. 

"Help you get over your 'pee anxiety'." 

As he said this, he placed his hands on the insides of my knees and started to slowly slide them up the insides of my thighs. When he reached the top, he started to knead the soft flesh of my inner thighs between his fingers and thumbs. 

"Brian, stop that!" I thought he was a little nuts. 

"Relax baby. I'm here to help." His voice was getting all soft and he was facingdown, as if looking at his hands, and smiled like the Cheshire cat. 

"Well, I don't know what you can do to help other than get out and let me go pee. ALONE!" I repeated. 

"I know exactly what I can do to help." God, his voice was getting all sexy. 

His smile grew as his right hand started to make a directional change and made its way to my sex. He started to trace his fingers along the fatty folds of my lips as he kneeled in front of me. 

I gasped, "What the hell are you doing?" 

"Relax baby. I just want to help you." His voice changed even more. 

I recognized that change, that sudden deep, quiet whispery voice. I knew his "sexy" voice when it was used. All of a sudden he became a little quieter, a little softer, almost as if he didn't want anyone else to hear him. As if he was talking to himself. It was a smooth silky sound with a little guttural tone to it. 

"Brian..." I didn't get to complete my thought. 

"Shuuussshh." He was quiet and he had that calculating predator look in his eyes. I imagined this was the look he learned in sniper training. The look that said he was concentrating on his target. The look that kept him focused on only one thing. It was a look that showed no hesitancy, no question, only determination. 

I couldn't argue with that look or with Brian. His fingers had started to take their toll on me. I could feel, in spite of myself, my body reacting to him. Watching him kneeling in front of me, feeling his hand on the inside of my thigh, and the other stroking my sex while I was still unable to pee was rather erotic.Erotic and somewhat torturous to my bladder. 

"Brian." It was something between a whisper and a moan as his name exited my lips. 

It was that very second that he knew he had me. I saw a little twinkle in his eye. It was a hint of self-satisfaction that he had won the battle, but still was intensely planning the war. I knew this man, as well as, if not better than he knew me. 

I personally, would say better than. However, in the long run, does it really matter, who reads whom better, if both people are happy? The answer is no, but I still like to think it's me reading him better. I'm just a little wiser with experience now and know not to say it out loud any more. It's enough that I know it; I don't have to flaunt it, at least most of the time. 

My breathing picked up some as he continued to slide his fingers along my sex. He took that as a sign to ramp things up a bit and he moved his hand from inside my thigh to my hip and then slid it back over my ass cheek. Goose bumps covered my body as his fingers started to lightly trace the very top of the crease to my ass. In response, I found myself leaning forward slightly. 

This movement was seen as a notice to advance in Brian's mind. So he did. He started to use a third finger to massage along my slit. In seconds, he was gliding his middle finger along the inside of my folds. I was excited and wet and it didn't matter to me anymore if I peed. Somehow, it became a secondary need. 

Without conscious thought, I reached up and started to stroke Brian's face. I was tracing his lips when he nipped at the tip of my finger and sucked it into his mouth. Circling it with his tongue sent all sorts of naughty thoughts through my brain. 

"Kiss me." He said as he tilted his head up. I made my own advance strike and took his mouth a little harshly. I explored his mouth with my tongue and was rewarded with a groan from deep within him. I was also rewarded by his hand leaving my ass and taking up a new tactical strike on my breast. 

In the middle of our kiss, Brian had managed to pull my sleep shirt up and lift my breast out of the cup of my bra. He held it in the palm of his hand and traced his thumb across my nipple. I could feel the warm heat start to spread through my body. His fingers in my sex were causing all sorts of nerves to fire. My stomach was doing somersaults. My lips and tongue were on a mission of their own and now my breasts were called into action. My mind couldn't focus on all of the stimulation individually, so it all seemed to melt into one tidal wave of heat and excitement as it rolled through my body. 

Brian broke from the kiss slowly. He started to kiss at my breast. He licked over the soft tissue and took as much of it as he could into his mouth. He licked and sucked as if it were his last supper. Knowing just how to push me over the edge, he started to suckle my nipple hard between his lips and whip his tongue across it simultaneously. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 04



All the while his tongue was assaulting my nipple; his fingers were advancing in me. He kept his ring and index fingers gliding along my silky inner lips as he inserted his middle finger. Now his tongue and fingers were in a synchronized attack on my senses. Thank God for his "Tactical Warfare" class. My man knew his advancement techniques. Every move he made brought me closer to "losing" or "winning" this battle. It all depended from which vantage point you were viewing it. 

As my body fell into the loss of thought and only reacted to the sensations of touch, I reached orgasm. As he lightly bit into my nipple and sucked it even harder into his mouth, I cried out his name. His fingers never stopped their maneuvers even as I peaked. I could feel the wetness of my excitement leak from me and knew it was going into Brian's hand and finally, simultaneously I felt the release of my bladder. 

I began to pee and Brian never once stopped his gentle touch. I peed over his hand and wrist and still he continued to lightly stroke me down from my pinnacle. His tongue licked more gently at my breast, his teeth stopped their teasing grind on my nipple, and he started to place little kisses over my breasts. 

All I could do was lean my head forward and rest it on the top of his head as I waited for my breath to come back and feeling to return to my some parts of my body. As I became more grounded, I kissed his head and then his cheek. 

"You never cease to amaze me Marine. Even when I think I know everything there is to know about you, you come up with something new. You sometimes make me wonder where you get these ideas from, yet I realize I may not really want to know the answer to those questions." 

He kissed my lips softly. "It's not the questions or the answers that matter Brat. It's the results." He laughed as he kissed me again. 

"The results so far have been wonderful Marine." I smiled and kissed him to reinforce the fact that I wasn't jealous of how he received the knowledge, simply happy that it was me with whom he was sharing it. 

"You haven't seen the half of it yet baby!" He laughed teasingly and with a certain amount of promise in it. "Wait till you see what I have planned for later." 

"Later?" I shook my head. 

"Yes Brat, I said later." 

I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat. Then I prayed that whatever he had planned was at least as good as his "helping me to get over my 'pee anxiety'." 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

After our little bathroom experiment, it was getting late and I for one was a little tired. Of course, when only one person is tired and the other looks as if he has gotten his second wind, no one gets any sleep. I could tell by the energy in his voice there would be no sleep for a fairly long while. By the look on my man's face and the light in his eyes, tonight was going to be a marathon. 

"Brian what has gotten into you?" 

"I don't know exactly babe. I think taking that hike earlier today gave me energy. Talking about my jeep and doing that memory recall kind of amped me up some too." He lowered his voice a little as he started to kiss my neck. "Not to mention our little 'pee anxiety' experience. God only knows how exciting I found that endeavor." 

"You liked that did you?" I said sarcastically. 

"Baby, I not only liked it, I loved it. That was exciting. Didn't you feel it?" His voice got even deeper. 

"No. I still can't believe you did that." I tried to sound stand offish, but I knew I failed when I almost started to laugh at the sound of my own voice. 

"Yeah right, you enjoyed it and you know it." He teased. "Me on my knees in front of you; my hands between your legs.My fingers touching you, stimulating you. You frustrated because you can't pee, but still getting turned on by my touch. Baby, I felt and heard your reactions. No matter how much your words deny it, everything else said you enjoyed it." 

"You're nuts! I only did it for you." I laughed. 

"Ok, if that's what you need to believe then go ahead. My question is what else will you do for my benefit?" 

As he said this, his hands started to move over my neck and chest. He kept kissing along my neck as he whispered sexy little comments and questions to me. 

"Brian what exactly are you up to? What devious plan do you have now?" I asked as he nipped and kissed along my collar bone. 

"I'm not up to anything baby and I never have a devious plan when it comes to you. Diabolical maybe, but never devious." He growled. "Besides, I'm doing exactly what you told me to do." 

"Really, when did I tell you to bite along my neck and fondle my breasts?" I kissed his temple as he moved his head in better position to bite my earlobe. 

"Baby, I'm not fondling your breasts, I'm improving my sensory memory. You know, feel the object and then make a mental picture." He was actually trying to sound serious as his fingers traced around my nipple. 

"Oh! Well then carry on Marine. I surely will not interfere with your homework and therapy." I started to laugh and then gasped as he pinched my nipple to focus my attention. 

"If I remember correctly and if my mental picture is correct, I recall a breast about the size of a nice large California navel orange." He said as his hand molded over my breast and gently caressed the soft tissue. 

"Um hmm." Was all I said as he continued to kiss along the side of my breasts as he squeezed my soft tissue in his hand and then caressed nicely again. 

"I believe I also recall a pretty dark pink areola with nice perky dark nipples." He whispered as he took my firm little erect nipple into his mouth. "Am I correct?" 

"Yeesss.Mmmm." I moaned as he drew his teeth over the top and bottom of my nipple and lightly bit down on it. 

His hand started to stroke down my abdomen and came to rest on my mound as his mouth followed directly behind it. The base of his hand rested on my mound just above the top of my slit. He started to apply a little pressure and made small circles as he continued to physically and verbally tease me. 

"If I remember this correctly, it is partially shaved, but still has a nice amount of hair to say "woman" and not girl." 

"Yes, woman." I whispered as he placed little kisses from my belly button to the top of my womanhood. 

"Oh baby, now I really need to make sure I have 'visual memory' because if I never regain my sight again, I never want to forget what this looks like." 

As he said this, he slid his fingers into me and started to stroke along my wet silky walls. His finger glided back and forth, caressing every inch of me. He would slide all three of his fingers along the insides of me caressing along my inner labia and the walls of my outer lips. The more his fingers moved in me, the wetter I became. 

"Do you like this baby?" He said right before I felt his tongue lick my slit. 

"Oh God, yes!" I cried out. "Oh Brian, please." 

"Not yet baby. I need to finish my homework." 

"Oh shit!" I almost yelled as his tongue followed the path of his fingers. "Brian!" 

"Now, back to my recall." His voice was getting husky and I knew he wouldn't be able to tease me much longer. "Let me see if I remember what's in here. I remember small lips that were a pinkish plum color, were very soft, and tasted like raspberries when I ate you out." 

With that he started to lap the flat of his tongue along my sex. He slid his middle finger in and started to finger fuck me as he continued to describe my pussy in great detail. Every word he said made me wetter and with his finger inside, I didn't hold much hope of holding out for too much longer. 

"Brian please. Please baby." I started to beg. 

"Please what Andrea. What is it that you want baby?" He was definitely playing with me now. 

"Please Brian, make love to me. I can't take it too much longer." 

Then he did the unexpected. He rolled onto his back and patted his thighs. "Come on baby, straddle me and let me touch you while you're on me. I want to be in you and be able to touch you all over for a while before we come." 

I never heard Brian say anything so calmly and yet so wantonly before. I moved up to where he was laying and I straddled his waist. I lifted myself up and reached down to take hold of his cock. He took a deep breath in as I wrapped my fingers around him and placed him in me. Then I slowly lowered myself onto him. 

I just sat there with him inside for a few minutes. He rested his hands on the front of my thighs and then he asked for some oil. I reached over to the side table and grabbed the body oil. I placed a few drops in his hands and sat back as he started to massage my thighs. I never felt so wanted in my life. As he massaged, I started to move up and down on him. The faster I moved, the higher he bucked until he was coming inches off the bed. 

"Brian, slow down baby. We're not in any rush." 

He did immediately and then ran his oiled hands up my torso and took hold of my breasts.They slid over my skin so smoothly, so lovingly, that his touch was almost ethereal in nature. 

"Are you ok Andrea?" He whispered so quietly, I barely heard the question. 

"I'm ok baby, I'm so very much more than ok, don't worry." I said as I started to move a little faster up and down. I leaned forward just a little and started to rotate my hips in a forward motion. 

Brian pushed himself up into a sitting position. He reached behind me and grabbed my ankles. Then, he wrapped my legs around his back. In one fluid movement he rolled me over onto my back as he took the top position. He slid a pillow under my hips and slowly started to rock and thrust forward. 

"How's that babe?"His voice full of love. 

"It's great baby; you're perfect. I love making love with you." 

That was all he needed to hear for the next few minutes he thrust into me like there was no tomorrow. He was sucking my nipples and kissing my breasts all the while he was thrusting his body up and in. I felt my body preparing for release. My breasts tightened and my pelvis started to match his speed and force. I was so wet I could hear the sound our sexes made as he slid in and out of my sex. It was wonderful to feel and experience this with him. Nothing else mattered as we made love to each other. 

"I'm going to come any second now baby!" I lifted my hips as he pushed into me. 

"Come Andrea. Whenever you're... ready baby." He was rushing the words out. "I wish I could see... your beautiful face. Talk to me as you come; talk me through it as you come." 

"Oh Fuck! Brian you feel...so good. I feel my...muscles clenching..Oh God! I feel the heat...the tension in my body. Oh Brian, I feeeel...every inch of you...inside...my pussy. Oh God! I can't Brian, I have to come." 

"Just let go." He said on a moan. "Uugghh." 

I couldn't hold it back any longer. My body had a will of its own and I just felt a pure rush of energy as every muscle in me contracted and released at a rapid pace. I felt the flow of the warm fluids leak from between us. The sound two people make as their bodies come together during sex got louder. 

Seconds later, he reached his own peak and his body responded similarly. He held his body weight on his forearms as his lower body continued to buck and thrust. His facial features were so drawn and twisted as he tried to control it but he couldn't. He was trying to hold back and I could feel myself tighten around his cock. I kept squeezing and releasing my muscles and pushed him into the abyss. 

His body shook as he experienced his release and this time he did scream out. 

"FUCK Andrea! Oh! FUCK! FUCK!" 

He fell forward on top of me as his body trembled from his climax. I stroked his back as I felt his breathing slow. Several minutes passed as we lay there. He didn't pull out of me. I enjoyed the feeling of his body weight holding me down. I loved being covered by him, protected by him, and consumed by him. I felt like I was whole again. I felt like my heart could beat easier now. Just as I had that thought, I heard Brian ask me something. 

"What Brian?" 

"I asked if you liked your heart." He whispered into my ear as he turned his head toward me. 

It took me a second or two before I realized that he was holding my heart locket in his hand between us. 

"Yes, I love my heart. I love him very much and I'm glad to have him back." I had tears in my eyes and it was easy to hear the emotion in my words. I had worn the heart he gave me every day since I took it out of the box. This was the first time Brian mentioned it since he returned home. 

He realized what I said immediately and it didn't take long before he showed his thanks. I felt his kisses in my ear first. Then I felt his tongue run along the side of my neck causing a charged response to run down every nerve ending in my body. A few playful kisses were strategically placed before his hands were all over my breasts, immediately followed by his mouth. I felt him slide out of me as he lifted his body weight up and leaned on his side. 

He started to talk quietly as we continued to make love to each other. "Baby, I don't know if you are aware of how thankful I am to have you in my life." He hesitated; then he continued. "From day one, you have been there without question, without doubt. You made me see how stupid it was to put things off between us for any longer. You made me realize how much I wanted to make love to you." He continued to kiss me as he spoke. 

"You are the only thing that kept me grounded when I was over there. Anytime I started to think, 'What the fuck are we doing here? Or will we all make it out of here?' It was my thoughts and memories of you that would make me fly right." He continued to slowly caress his hands all over my body. 

"The day that I read your letter and you laid me out for being "fucked up" and "lost in my shit" was an eye opener. When I told you my head was up my ass and you told me to "unfuck myself" I knew if it weren't for you to come home to, I might not have done so well those last few months. I know I've thanked you before, but I want to thank you again Andrea. Thank you and know that I love you for everything you do and for everything that you are." 

He stopped talking for a few minutes and then went back to his love making. 

"You're welcome Brian. I know you do. I've loved you forever, but maybe now is a good time to remind you that no matter what, I will love you forever! There is nothing you can say or do to get rid of me, so you should face it like a man; you're stuck with me Marine. Forever!" 

"Forever is good with me Brat. In fact, Forever is perfect." 

His hands massaged and stroked my body while his mouth was on its own journey. My Marine didn't need to be sighted to carry out the mission in his mind. He was licking my nipples, sucking my nipples, tweaking my nipples until I couldn't take it anymore and tried to push his mouth and hands away from my over sensitized flesh. I didn't think either one of us had the strength to make love again so soon, but if he wanted to try, I was there with him. 

"Brian enough there, move on baby." I moaned as he took one last nip at my breast tissue and I teasingly slapped the side of his head. 

"Watch it Brat, I'm still recovering from a head injury." He laughed as he started to kiss under my breasts making a half moon shape as he followed the curve there. He placed little butterfly kisses along my rib cage and continued down to my hip bone. Then he licked with the tip of his tongue along the ridge of my hip and down into my femoral groove. He switched back to kisses as he covered my mound with his delightful orchestration of little kisses and suckles on the soft tissue. 

"Spread open." I felt his hands slide between my thighs and he started to stroke my labia. He took his time, he was in no rush, and I felt every amazing touch of his fingers. Just when I was enjoying this feeling for the third time in just over an hour, he stopped. 

"Turn over." He softly ordered. 

He placed his hands on my hips and guided me as he turned me face down. He stroked along my back and over my ass a dozen times before I started to relax in that position. I was nervous when I was face down and Brian knew it. He was kneeling behind me and I could feel him pulling the pillows from the bed. He piled them on top of each other and aligned them right next to my hip. 

"Lift up." He said as he pulled both of my hips off the bed and pushed the pillows under my pelvis with his knee. Now, my ass was a several inches off the bed and I was in a jack-knifed position, with my butt up in the air. I was a nervous mess but Brian soon relaxed me. 

"Trust me." His words were spoken so softly and with complete love that I had no reason not to. 

He rested his hand on the curve of my lower back. He gently added pressure in order to still me as my body started to shake involuntarily. 

"Hand me that body oil again." His voice was all sexy and deep again. 

I reached over to where it lay on the bed and gave it to him. I could hear him rubbing his palms together and then I felt his warm strong hands gliding over the muscles in my back. It was wonderful. As I started to relax, his hands moved down to massage my butt. I stiffened and he lightly smacked my ass. 

"Relax Andrea. I'm not going to touch you anywhere you don't want me to." He laughed. "At least not yet baby, but I'll get to it if you allow me. Don't you worry." 

"Brian!" I could hear his muffled laugh as he leaned down and kissed my ass cheek. 

He continued his massage until I finally calmed down again. 

"Open your legs." He said as he slid his one hand between my thighs and placed his other on the curve of my back, massaging in firm circles. He started to massage between my legs, from my perineum forward, as he quietly and calmly talked to me.Reassuring me with his hands and his words. 

"Andrea, I want to pleasure you in a way you might not be totally comfortable with." I gasped at his words. "I want you to trust me." 

"What does that mean Brian? Not totally comfortable with." 

"I will not hurt you and if you relax and let things happen, I promise you the most amazing experience of your life. Can you relax for me baby? Can you trust me?" He was calm and I could hear the love, the reassurance, the control, the strength in his voice, but that didn't stop me from shivering. 

"Brian what are you going to do?" My voice shook, I was so nervous but I was also majorly aroused by his massage, his touches, and his words. I did trust him, I was just nervous not knowing. 

"I'm going to claim my "ANYTHING you want reward" and bring you to orgasm by stimulating your G-spot." He said it so matter of fact, that I was a shocked. 

"That's not fair Brian. You can't just attach your reward to anything." I sounded whinny even to my own ear. 

"Baby, you said, 'ANYTHING!' There were no rules or conditions attached." I heard him holding back his laugh. 

"I think you're cheating." I was actually unsure if I was teasing or testing him. 

"No cheating baby, claiming my reward." He tapped my ass with his open palm. "Now, don't be a sore loser. You're about to make out on this deal." 

"Humph!" 

"It may take some time Andrea. It could take a fair amount of time, but I promise it will be worth it if you just relax and let me pleasure you. I think I can bring you to multiple orgasms if you let me." 

"Brian, that only happens in romance novels and erotic stories, not real life." 

"Don't be so sure baby. I have it on good authority, this will work." He sounded so certain and sure of what he was saying. 

"How do you plan on doing this?" I still wasn't convinced. 

"I'm going to insert my thumb into your vagina to stimulate you. The pad of my thumb will rest on your G-spot and I'll massage it. If it works for us, you will orgasm like never before. Do you trust me?" 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 04



"Yeeeess, but..." My head was spinning but I couldn't deny I was sexed up. I could feel how wet he made me just touching my back and ass as he explained to me what he wanted to do. When he said he wanted to insert his thumb in to stimulate me I felt myself get so wet right then, I tightened up. 

"Try to relax Baby." 

"Brian." I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. 

"Ready?" He asked calmly as his left hand remained firmly placed on my lower back. I could feel his thumb stroking inside my pussy and gathering my juices. Then I felt the pressure just over my vagina. My body tensed. 

"Relax baby. I love you. I want to do this for you." I took a deep breath and exhaled as I tried to relax. 

"Ok. I'm ok." I just kept breathing slowly, in and out. 

"Good baby, now just calm down and breathe. Focus on my touch. It's just the two of us here. It's me and you enjoying each other. There is nothing to be worried or nervous about. We love each other and we are appreciating each other and sharing our love. " 

I could feel his hand on my back slowly moving in small circles once again. His thumb pressed against my vaginal opening and then he entered me. It was an odd feeling, different, but not painful. I thought to myself, "Here I am, ass end up, bent over pillows, my man's thumb in my vagina, and I'm totally content just because I'm with him and I know he loves me. I'm still nervous as fuck, but I'm content with him." 

As I thought it, I took a few deep breaths and I felt my body relax. I trusted Brian. I had no reason to be nervous. I wanted to be calm. I started some breathing exercises and I tried to concentrate on the fact that it was Brian. My Brian, my love. I trusted him. I loved him. I knew he would die before he would hurt me. 

I focused on what he was doing. I could feel his thumb inside and he was pressing down firmly and making little circles. Then he would change his movement to side to side, after a few minutes, he changed to up and down strokes. I started to feel like I had to pee again. The pressure was building. 

Brian started to press a little harder and was making circles again. I could feel the build-up of energy and tension in my pussy and my body started to tremble, it was getting intense. I had to pee, I could feel it. I had to move, but his hand was firm on my back and now he was straddling my lower legs, pinning my legs between his. 

"Brian, stop, I have to pee." I cried out, my body now shaking uncontrollably. 

"No, you don't have to pee baby. It's just the feeling you get before you're going to come. Ride through it Andrea. Let go and ride through it." 

He kept a firm pressure on my back and tightened his legs along mine. He kept pressing and rubbing his thumb in circles and all of a sudden it hit. 

"I can't Brian. I have to pee, I have to move." I was yelling at him and I couldn't stop my body from squirming. 

"Let go Andrea. Let go." He kept repeating it quietly, reassuringly, over, and over. 

It was like a freight train hit me at full speed, I cried out and my body bucked. I was squirming and my muscles were contracting, I was breathing so hard and fast, I thought I was hyperventilating. 

"Brian... Stop... I can't...I can't" I cried out, but my body was pulsating and I couldn't think. 

"Brian." I cried out again. 

He started to press harder and his thumb was moving faster and my world just fell out from under me as the most intense orgasm of my life took over my body. My head sank forward into the mattress, my back arched, my ass quivered, my legs shook. Every muscle in my body was in spasm and I screamed over and over again. 

"Oh God! Brian!! Brian!! Brian!! Fuck!! Fuck!! Brian!! " 

I could barely catch my breath as the spasms continued to run through my body. He kept his thumb inside but he stilled his movements for a minute. Once I caught my breath, he started again. It wasn't even two minutes before that freight train hit me again. 

I was over the edge, I was bucking and screaming. I was cursing him at the same time telling him more. I was trying to pull away, but my body couldn't move. Again, I felt the charge of energy surge through me as he continued to massage my G-spot with the pad of his thumb. He was pressing even more firmly now and I could feel the pressure in my abdominal wall. I was soaked and fluids were literally dripping from me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced or heard of before. 

I was breathless at the end of the second orgasm and I felt light headed. I would have sworn I was going to pass out. Finally, he stopped massaging me again and my body started to calm. I no sooner got my breath back and my heart rate was just starting to come down and he started stroking again. 

"No Brian, I can't. Not again. I can't." All the while I'm saying this my body is rocking into his hand and my mind is saying enjoy it, you want it again, just enjoy it. It got to the point after the third or fourth experience that I just couldn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't do anything. I felt like I had left my body and I was floating somewhere else. 

I don't know how long it was between the time we started and the time I finally recognized the fact that I was now lying flat on the bed and Brian was lying next to me. I could see his lips moving and I could hear sounds, but nothing was registering. Finally, it started to clear. 

"Andrea. Are you ok? Baby I need you to talk to me. Are you ok?" His voice was sounding nervous. 

"I'm ok." I barely croaked the words out. "I'm ok." I repeated. 

I was still in a fog. I could hear Brian's soft words and I could feel his hands rubbing up and down my body, but nothing made sense or registered with me. I just lay there thinking of what my body was feeling and what had just happened. When things finally cleared I could hear Brian. 

"Andrea baby, please talk to me. Let me know you're alright." 

"I'm alright Brian." I used my last bit of energy to reach over and touch his hand. I locked my fingers with his and pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed it. I slid my hand up his arm until I could reach behind his neck and brought him down to meet my mouth and kissed him. His face was barely an inch from me and he had a look of pure joy on it. 

"Brian, what was that? I never felt like that, not even when I played with toys. I think I had at least five orgasms." 

"I think it was more like seven and you could have had more, but I thought you passed out. You wouldn't speak to me and I couldn't get you to listen to me. I stopped and just positioned you as comfortable as possible and kept talking to you as calmly as I could. Truthfully, you had me a nervous wreck. I told you if you relaxed and trusted me you could have multiple G-spot orgasms and you did." 

"Do I even want to know how you found out about this and who you practiced this on?" 

I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answers, but I felt I had to ask the questions. I wasn't even sure at this point if it mattered because he would only be practicing this little technique on me from now on going forward. But if he was willing to answer, I was willing to listen. 

"First of all, I didn't practice on anyone. Let's get that out of the way." He was annoyed that I posed the question. 

"Sorry but I had to ask." I kissed his cheek. 

"For future reference, I did not 'get happy' with anyone other than my own hand. If I remember correctly, I had your permission for that." He laughed. 

"Yes, you did." 

"Second, I found out about this G-spot thing when I was overseas. Some of the men were talking about it one night and I overheard their conversation. They said they were on some kinky website called literotica.com and one of them read about it on a thread called, "Try This & Report Back," by Mr.G or Mr. GGG. It was something like that." 

"Really?A kinky website?" Now it was my turn to laugh. 

"They said the guy was really interesting and detailed in his description. He had some technical advice and directions on the "how to" aspects of it. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about, so they tried it. According to them, it was a big hit. So, I filed the Intel and looked up the site. It sounded like fun even if it didn't work. I figured we could play when I got home and see if you liked it. By the sound of things I would say you did." 

"Oh Baby, I did. I did. I did!" I kissed him after every "I did." 

"I only wish I could have seen you as you came with each orgasm. Although, I have to say, listening to you is very fucking sexy. You got very dirty mouthed when you hit your third climax." 

"I wouldn't know, I don't think I remember much after that. I just remember thinking this can't be real and then I was floating and watching things from afar. Sounds were muffled and nothing made sense. The only thing I know is that I came around to your voice asking if I was ok." I yawned and tried to stretch out. 

"Baby you're wasted and I'm not far behind you. Let's get some sleep now." He lightly kissed my lips. 

I laughed, "Before I go to sleep, I should send a thank you letter to Mr. G for his instructional site." 

"I'm sure he would appreciate it, but that can wait until the morning.In fact, he asks that people post information on his thread if they try this technique. We'll have to post our accomplishments. A lot of the threads are testimonials to how well his technique works for people." 

"Baby, please tell me you are kidding. I'm not posting my name and information on a naughty erotic web site." 

"Not our names Brat, just a tag name and our feedback or we can be anonymous. Now, go to sleep. I'm wasted." 

He pulled the covers up and over us and held me in his arms. Within minutes we were both asleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

I awoke in Brian's arms. I could tell by how much sun was coming through the patio doors that we had slept late. I looked at my cell phone and it said, ten thirty five. I turned to see Brian still asleep, he was wrapped around me like my own personal shawl and his left leg was draped over my thighs. I can't accurately describe the feeling of waking in his arms. I can only say that I felt loved, wanted, protected, and blissful. It was the most idyllic way to wake up together after everything we had been through and dealt with over the past few months. 

I'm not sure exactly what time we fell asleep, but I do know it was after three in the morning. My body felt exhausted, my muscles were tight, there was a dull ache through every inch of my body, and I couldn't stand the thought of having to get up and walk into the bathroom. I lay still for as long as I could and then my bladder said, it's now or here and now. So, I smoothly unwound myself from Brian's body and went to walk to the bathroom. I didn't even make it off the bed before something between a cry and a screech came from me. It was very high pitched. 

"Oouuhheee!" I practically feel back down onto the bed and that hurt just as bad. "OOhhh!" 

In seconds, Brian was sitting up and reaching for me. He went to pull me back into his arms but I cried out to stop him. 

"No! Brian, please don't move me." 

"What is it? What's wrong?" 

I could hear the fear and tension in his voice as he crawled the few feet separating us and softly rested his hand on the middle of my back. He was as gentle as he could possibly be as he caressed up and down my spine. He stopped every few inches to massage his palm into my muscles. I could feel a slight tremor in his hand as it moved along my spine. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" His voice was full of tension. "Tell me, please tell me." 

I needed a minute to calm myself and to clear the emotion from my throat. Tears had formed in my eyes the first time I moved and when my ass hit the bed, they just started streaming down my cheeks. I had never been so sore in my life. I felt like someone physically beat me up, my body ached, and my vagina felt a little abused. I was afraid to say anything because I didn't want to hurt Brian and I didn't want him to feel guilty about the pain I was in. We had such a wonderful night I didn't want anything to change that. 

"Brat, if you don't answer me right now, I'm going to get really pissed. I can't see shit and you're making me very nervous. Now tell me what's wrong." 

"Please Brian, give me a minute. I need a minute and then I'll tell you." I was trying to hold back my tears, stay calm, breathe, and put words together and all of it had somehow become too difficult to do. 

I tried to move my legs slightly, but even that was painful. The throbbing between my legs was intense and it seemed to project from my vagina to my lower abdomen. It was worse than any cramps I'd ever had and it didn't appear to be lightening any time soon. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and took a few deep breaths and then slowly exhaled. I tried to focus my mind on anything but the pain. It took me a few minutes, but I felt at least that I could talk without crying. 

"Brian, I'm very sore, very, very sore. My whole body aches, some areas more than others." I wasn't lying; I just wasn't being too specific with the truth. 

"Oh God, Baby I'm sorry. Fuck me! I wasn't thinking! I just wasn't thinking! Fuck!" 

I could hear the anger in his voice and the self-recrimination. I was trying to avoid this, but it was too late now. He was in full blown self-blame mode and there was little to do now except redirect him. If I couldn't redirect him, he was going to keep beating himself up and that wasn't going to help either of us. 

"Brian, neither of us could have predicted this happening. Maybe one of us should have thought about it, but we didn't. So, we'll know better next time. Right now, I need your help. Baby, I really can't move without some serious pain in parts I didn't know could hurt this bad." 

"What can I do? What do you need? Just tell me Brat, anything. Tell me what you want me to do." 

"First, I need you to calm down. It's not a life threatening emergency; it's a little pain. Ok, it's more than a little pain, but it will resolve. I need you to get me my overnight bag. I have ibuprofen in it and right now, I could use a few. I also need you to go get me a glass of water." 

"Done baby, I got this for you." 

In seconds he was off the bed and moving to the side table in the room. He knew exactly where my bag was and quickly brought it back to me, setting it right next to me. Without hesitation he was off to get me a glass of water. I watched as he walked out of the bedroom and went into the kitchen area. He was back two minutes later with a glass of water and a carton of juice from the refrigerator. Not once did I hear him bump into anything. 

If I didn't know he was blind, I would have thought he had twenty-twenty vision. He performed perfectly. That's when I became absolutely sure that bringing him here was the best choice for him. I no longer felt guilty or concerned about not taking him home to his parent's house. It's also when I knew that if for some reason, he didn't regain full vision, he would be fine. We would be fine. 

"Baby, here is your water and I brought you some O.J. in case you want juice instead." 

"Thanks Brian. I'll take my pills with water, but the juice is a good idea. I need to rehydrate and get some electrolytes back in me. That's half the reason my muscles feel like shit; I'm dehydrated." 

Just then it hit me. How did he know it was orange juice in his hand? 

"Brian, how do you know it's orange juice?" 

"Magic Powers Baby, remember." He smiled down at me. That smile made me think, if I didn't hurt so badly right now, I would have my way with him. He leaned down and kissed my head as he said, "Either that or I may have opened the carton and smelled it to make sure of what it was. I figured at worse I would be bringing you milk." 

We both started laughing. 

"Sit with me Brian." I moved my bag so he could sit next to me. 

"What do you need Brat? Tell me and if I can do it for you I will. I can't tell you how sorry I am or how stupid and guilty I feel. This is my fault. If I could take your pain I would." 

His voice was getting a little shaky as he continued to berate himself over what happened. 

"Brian, I know you didn't do this on purpose. I don't want to hear any more I'm sorry or I'm guilty. I don't blame you and I need your help, so I need you to stop that and help me." 

"Ok. What do you need?" 

"First, give me that orange juice. Then go in the bathroom and let the hot water run. There are towels on the shelf next to the sink. I want you to take two, soak them in hot water, wring them out and bring them to me please." 

Again he was off like a bunny doing my bidding. I took the ibuprofen and drank two glasses of orange juice before he returned with the hot towels. 

He had them nice and hot and they weren't dripping anywhere. He handed me one and kept one in his hands. 

"Brian, I need your help to move back onto the bed. Do you think you can help me?" 

"Baby, I can do whatever you need me to do." 

He leaned over gave me the other towel and lifted me up like I weighed nothing. He turned so that I was long ways on the bed and gently placed me down. He felt around for the pillows on his side and gently lifted my head and back before placing the pillows behind me. I was in a partial sitting position which helped to relieve some of the pressure in my sensitive parts when I kept my knees bent. 

"Thank you Brian. You were very gentle, I appreciate that Baby." I held his hand and kissed it. 

"Brat, what is your plan for these towels?" 

"I want to fold the one and put it between my legs to help ease the muscle pain. I took the ibuprofen, so I should start to feel some relief in an hour or two. Why?" 

"Can you roll onto your side a little?" 

"Yes. Why? What are you planning Marine?" 

"Relax Baby, I'm here to help." 

"Hmmm. If I thought you would laugh and not take it seriously, I'd say, "The last time you told me to roll over and relax is what got me here." I was smiling and made sure he could hear the laughter and jest in my voice. 

"Yeah, well someone told me I shouldn't feel guilty about that, so I'm not. Now roll over and let me put this hot towel on your back and bottom. I want your muscles to loosen up, I felt how tight they were and you're only holding tension and pain in them. As soon as the towel starts to cool I'll give you a gentle massage." 

I did as he asked and he placed the hot towel down the length of my body. It felt great as the heat seeped into my muscles. I could feel him touch the towel every few minutes. When it was no longer warm he took it off my back. 

"Brat, give me that towel from between your legs. I'll go run the hot water on it again and it will be nice and hot while I massage your backside." 

True to his word, my man returned with a nice hot towel and gave me an excellent massage. So much so, that I fell asleep.When I woke it was almost noon and I could smell food cooking. My first thought was "umm, that smells good." My next thought was, "Is it a good idea for Brian to be cooking." I didn't have a time for a third thought because, I realized Brian was done with the cooking and was actually out on the patio and was placing food on the table. 

"Brian, what are you doing?" 

"I figured you'd be getting up soon, so I heated up some lunch for us. Don't move and I'll be right over to help you." 

"Brian, how did you heat up the food? Did you cook? On the stove?" I was a little nervous about that. I already knew he had blown off most of his physical and occupational therapy when he was hospitalized. So, I wasn't sure how safe it was for him to be working with open gas flame. 

"Calm down Brat. I sniffed around in the fridge and I mean that literally. I sniffed the stuff my Mom made and I picked out some lasagna and heated it in the microwave. I think it's safe for me to use a microwave. I can still push a couple of buttons you know." 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Pt. 04



"Brian, it's safe for you to do a lot of things. I know you can use a microwave. I know you can do a lot of things to perfection. What I want you to promise me is that you won't try to do anything that may cause you to get hurt. Ok?" 

"Yes. Ok. Now, let's get you something to eat." 

He lifted me into his arms and headed for the patio. 

"Brian wait, I can walk now Baby, I'm not as sore as I was earlier." 

"Are you still hurting at all? And don't lie to me; I want the truth." 

"I won't lie, I still hurt a little, but it's not too bad. I can walk and I'll take two more ibuprofen after I eat." 

"I'd rather carry you if you still hurt. You're not heavy and I like having you in my arms." He kissed my face. 

"Ok then turn around and carry me into the bathroom first. I have to pee worse then ever and don't bang my head off of any walls or anything! I'm already hurting all over my body." 

"Shit, the two of us are a pair. Can you imagine seeing us from someone else's view point; the blind guy carrying the girl who can barely sit up, let alone walk without being in some degree of pain as they try to get around together. It makes for quite a sight I would think." 

"You know what makes it an even better or funnier sight?" I couldn't help myself, I just realized what we looked like as Brian said what a sight we made, and I started laughing. 

"What is it? What's so funny?" He really didn't know what I was laughing at. 

"Brian, there's a naked blind Marine, carrying a naked sore woman out to the patio for lunch. You have to admit that is pretty funny." 

"Shit Andrea, I've been out on the patio since you feel asleep. I didn't even think about the fact that I was walking around naked. I wonder how many people saw me." He actually looked mortified by the thought. 

"Did you hear any 'hey baby you look good' or any whistles?" 

"No." 

"Then, no women saw you, so I don't care about the rest. Now take me to the bathroom or we're going to see how well you clean up pee off the floor." 

"Yes Ma'am." He gave me his mock Marine voice as he carried me to go pee. 

The rest of our day went along perfectly smoothly. We relaxed and had a naked lunch on the patio. Then we had a naked nap in the bed and I was treated to another massage. The stiffness was finally starting to leave my back muscles. We had a naked shower for two, where I again got a full body massage, only this time it was with the hot water pulsating from the shower head Brian guided over my body as we stood together under the rain shower. Finally we decided to put some clothes on before we thought about having a nice dinner and going for a short walk along the lakefront. 

The day was perfection and so was the evening. We ended our walk in front of the lake below the cabin. Brian stood facing the water with his head tilted towards the horizon. I knew he was remembering all of the beautiful sunsets he had watched from that exact position. I also knew he was missing his sight more right this second than he probably had since the explosion. I stepped behind him and placed my arms around his chest. I held him close to me as I quietly started to describe the sunset. 

"It's beautiful Brian. The sun is still just above the tree line. It won't be but a few minutes before it falls below the ridge and the trees. It's one of those big burning red-orange suns we get this time of the year. The heat rays being emitted are a golden orange and they spread forward over the trees and are just touching the water's edge. The sky behind it is a darker shade of magenta with streaks of purple, pink, and mauve. The sky itself is clear of clouds and it has just a hint of dusky blue settling in now." 

I kissed his back, right between his shoulder blades. My hands held him tight around his waist. He took one of them and placed it to his mouth. His kiss was light and he held my hand there for several seconds before he spoke. 

"Tell me more Brat. Describe it all to me just like you did." 

"The sun is just kissing the tops of the trees now. It's slowly lowering and the shades of orange, purple, pink, and mauve are deepening. It's setting faster and all you can see now is the very curve at the top, but the burnt yellow is blending into the golden orange and more purples and blues are coming out in the sky." I remained silent for a few minutes as the sun set and the evening sky took over. "It's gone now; all that's left is the color streaked sky. The shades are turning darker and a little duller now that the sun is no longer emitting its rays through the gas vapors. It's a beautiful sky, calm, and clear. Soon it will darken and we will be able to see the first star of the night." 

As I said the last sentence, I could have bitten my tongue off. I couldn't believe I said "we" instead of "I." It was too late to fix it now. I only hoped he understood my intent. A moment later, I knew he did. His hands covered mine on his chest wall and he squeezed my hands against him. 

"Thank you for that Baby. I saw the sunset through your words and I knew exactly what was happening as you described it to me. You're right, it was beautiful. Let me know when you see the first star. I want to make a wish together." 

I just kept holding him. I pushed my body closer as I pulled him back towards me. I did what I always do when we stand quietly like this and I placed several kisses between his shoulder blades and along the back of his shoulders. 

"Brian." 

"Yeah Brat." 

"I love you." 

"Yeah, I know Brat." 

"Brat." 

"Yes Marine." 

"I love you too. I've loved you for most of my adult life and I will love you for the rest of it. I've loved you for a long time. I'll love you for a long time to come." 

"How long a time Marine?" I asked as I kissed him again between his shoulders. 

"Forever Brat!" He whispered. "Forever!" 

"I like Forever Marine. I like it very much!" 

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Dear Readers and now Friends, 

Brat and Brian's story can end here at sunset with them knowing they will love each other forever. It can, if you choose, go on a little further and have the "Happily Ever After" if that is what you would like. Please vote and comment on the story and on the ending that you would be most happy with for our couple. 

I hope you enjoyed the story as it stands, at least so far. Thank you for following along with Brat and Brian and for being so kind and generous with your comments and support. Their love story is playing out all over the country in so many ways. Please remember that not everyone has the chance for the "Happily Ever After." Support your service men and women in any way possible. It can be as simple as a "Thank you for your service." or a "Hey can I give you an assist with that?" 

"Always Faithful" and Thank You, 

Apple



My Man, My Marine, My Lover!



"Ok Brat, have a safe trip and be good. I don't want to hear any bad reports or I'll be up there to kick some Marine Corps Brat Ass. Understood?" His words were so Brian, but I swear I saw something more in his eyes. "And make sure you keep in touch. I know we will both be busy but I expect a text or email to keep me up to date every now and then." He gave me a quick "brotherly/friendly" kiss and started to head back to his house. I couldn't let him go without another try. So, I took a chance. 

"Brian." I called to his back. 

"Yeah." He said as he turned and looked back at me. 

"I love you, you know?" I was looking directly into his eyes when I said it. 

He took the few steps back to me and kissed me again. It wasn't anything earth shattering or even sexy or romantic. It was just a simple kiss on the lips. "Yeah Brat, I know." He turned and walked away. 

My mom and dad must have been watching because right after he left my mom came out. "Is everything ok? Are you ok?" She said with that loving questioning tone that only a mom has. 

"Yeah Mom, everything is ok. I'm fine. We were just saying good bye again." I sighed. 

"Good because I think your father is going to have a heart attack. He thinks his baby girl might be in love with one of his Marine's and it's breaking his heart." She said, never once blinking or taking her eyes off of mine. 

"Well to tell the truth Mom, his baby girl has been in love with one of his Marine's since the first day she met him. She just hasn't said anything about it." As I said it, I waited to see what her reaction would be. To my surprise she didn't seem the least bit shocked. At least nowhere near as shocked as I was by her response. 

"I know baby. That's exactly what I just told your Daddy. Then he sent me out here to see if you were ok. Now, I need to signal him that all is well before he will come out to say good bye. He's willing to kick some Marine ass if he needs to." She said with a smile. 

"No. I'm very sure I have learned well from you and Daddy. If there is any Marine ass kicking to be done here, I'll be the one doing it." I gave her a big hug and kiss. Then she waved to my dad standing in the front door. 

"Hi Daddy." I said as I walked into his arms and received a big hug and kiss. 

"How's my baby girl?" He kissed the top of my head then tilted my chin up to look at him. 

"I'm good Daddy. I'm really good. No worries here." I winked and fell right back into his arms. The three of us hugged and kissed a few more times before I drove away. 

Over the next three years I went home for a few weeks during the summers or a few days during holidays and breaks. But because I was working as a research assistant and running a few research projects with head injury patients at the school, I didn't always come home. I was getting my degree at Penn in Neuro-Psychology and loved everything about it. The only problem was I got so involved in everything that I never wanted to let anyone else do anything. I wanted to make sure everything was done right and the only way to do that, at least in my opinion, was to do it myself. 

It was an intense time in my life and time flew. The only things I looked forward to outside of my studies and research were my time spent with my family and my time talking, calling, texting, and Skyping with Brian. We kept in touch as much as possible. He finished TBS and was assigned to his Military Occupational Specialty (MOS). Since he graduated in the top of his class, he received his first choice of MOS. Brian chose Ground Intelligence and his Platoon Commander was happy he was able to assign his first choice to him. 

If I thought my studies were difficult, I had no idea what difficult meant. I would talk to Brian for hours about his studies and training. The two years after he completed TBS, were just one class after another for him. He was in leadership classes, intelligence classes, foreign language courses, snipers course, and finally he went to Ground Intelligence Officer's Course. He was assigned to an intelligence office in first battalion and it was driving him crazy. He hated being in an office all of the time. But still he had spent over a year there. He couldn't wait to be assigned to a Sniper Battalion. He wanted to be in command and he wanted his own unit. It was what he had trained for all of his adult life. Finally he received his orders, he was getting his wish. 

At the end of my junior year I decided to take the summer break and go home. Most of my projects were completed or in a holding pattern. Some I just needed to write up the final analysis and hand them over to my professors. 

When I got home my dad told me about Brian's assignment. My heart sank as I heard the news. I knew it was what he wanted, but it didn't help that I was all too aware of the dangers that went along with his choice. With everything going on in the Middle East, with North Korea as an unknown, and the 'war' along the Russian boarder, I knew it wouldn't be long before he went overseas. I also knew that he would most likely be assigned somewhere in the Middle East the 'Hot Bed' of it all. 

Luckily Brian was able to come home for a short period before his deployment. I'm sure my dad had something to do with his visit home, but he never admitted to it. Whether he did it for Brian's parents or me, I'll never know. Maybe it was for all of us. 

Brian spent most of his last few days home with his family. His mom doted on him. His dad gave him last minute advice. I saw my dad and Brian's dad constantly talking with him. They would be off to the side or in the backyard talking and if anyone else came too near the conversation it turned to a conversation about a sport game of some sort. It was their way of protecting us. Little did they know it was too late for that now. 

Two days before Brian was to leave, we went for a ride together. I had packed a picnic lunch and we jumped in his jeep. An hour or so later, we ended up at his lake cabin. It was a beautiful sunny day and the lake was picturesque. When we pulled in we opened up the cabin and left some windows open to let in fresh air. Then we took a walk down by the lakefront. 

"I really love this place. I think this cabin and this lake may be my favorite place on earth. If I could only live in one place for the rest of my life, I would choose here." Brian looked around as if he needed to take it all in for the last time. It sent a chill down my spine the way he almost breathed the place in as if he wouldn't return any time soon. 

"Brat, I want you to do me a couple of favors. Will you do them for me?" He looked down at me and I could tell he was being serious. 

"Of course Brian, anything. What do you want me to do?" I was worried because I couldn't remember a time when he looked so serious, so intense, so determined. 

"First, I want you to promise not to give me a hard time about what I'm going to say. I want you to promise that you're not going to interrupt me. I need to get this out and then I don't want to talk about it again. Can you promise that to me?" He stopped walking and turned me to look at him. We stood there staring at each other. The look on his face would have had me promising him anything just to relieve that intense expression. 

"I promise Brian, I won't give you a hard time and I won't interrupt." As I made my promise, he took his hands off my shoulders and dropped them to his sides. As soon as he did it, I felt empty and a little frightened. I didn't know what he was going to say, but I did know it was very important to him. 

I needed contact with him so I reached over and took both his hands in mine. When he tried to gently pull away, I held on to his hands tighter. He looked at me, blinked, and then smiled before he started to talk. 

"A.J." He hesitated. Using my name was foreign to Brian. To him I was always "Brat." In fact, that may be the first time he ever called me anything other than "Brat." When we were alone, he always called me "Brat" and when we were with others, I don't believe he called me by any name. I thought it very odd that I was just realizing that at the time. We had known each other for almost fifteen years and he never once addressed me by my name. He even wrote "Brat" on my cards and gifts. 

"A.J." He started again. His voice was quiet and steady, but I knew he was full of emotions he was barely holding on to. "I need you to look in on my mom for me. Dad's at the base office or involved in training all the time and my little brother will be off to college in a little while. She'll be alone a lot. She thinks of you as the daughter she never had. She loves you. She'll need you and I would like to know that you will be there for her. Just like you've always been there for me." 

He paused waiting for my answer. I only hesitated because I wanted to make sure I wasn't interrupting him. 

"Brian, you know I will be there for her. I will be there for your whole family. So will my parents. You never have to worry about that. I'll be there whenever she needs me and even when she doesn't. My mom will make sure she's ok too. I love your mom. You know that." 

He nodded. "Good. I'm glad. I knew you would be and your family too, but I just needed to ask and to hear you say it." 

"Always. I will always be there for you and for your family. You never even have to ask. Just tell me what you need and consider it done." I squeezed his hands as I said the last sentence to make sure he knew I meant it. 

"I'm glad to hear you say that because you're not going to like what I ask next." There was silence for just a few seconds. When I went to say something he put his fingers to my lips. "Shhh! No interrupting. You promised." 

I nodded yes and he removed his fingers from my mouth. The only problem was he took them and gently and very slowly stroked them down the length of my face and neck. A shiver went through me at his simple touch. His hand stopped just where my neck curves into my shoulder and he rested the palm of his hand there. I felt the warmth of his hand seep into my skin and it felt wonderful and intimate. He never touched me in such a familiar way before. He just held me along the side of my neck and didn't say a word. It was the most intimate touch Brian had ever given me. 

Then he broke the silence with his next statement. "A.J. I also want you to promise me something else." He looked away and his eyes scanned over the lake. He looked up at the beautiful blue sky and I could see he was fighting with himself. He blinked his eyes a few times as if to clear his vision. He swallowed hard as if there was something caught in his throat. And then he asked the one thing that was impossible for me to do for him. 

"A.J. I want you to promise to stop waiting for me. I want you to leave it behind you and move forward. I want to know that you aren't waiting for me. That you're not waiting for something that will never happen. I want to know that you are happy and living your life. Living a full life A.J., not one where you're waiting for me to be part of it. I want you to date, to be happy. I want you to meet the perfect guy and fall in love." 

When he was done he sighed in relief. He got out everything he wanted to say. No matter how stupid it was. Now, it was my turn. Now, he was going to listen to what I had to say. 

"Is it my turn now? Do I have your permission to speak now Lieutenant?" I said with all of the sarcasm I could gather between my anger and hurt. 

"Go ahead. But I can already tell, from the look on your face and the tone of your voice, that you are going to break your original promise and give me a hard time." He gave me his tilted head, eyebrow up, cocky look he gets when he thinks he's right and wasting his time listening to anything else. 

"Well you are correct! I am going to give you a hard time. Why? Because you deserve it!" I took a few deep breaths to calm myself before I went on. "First of all Brian, I am living a happy and full life. My life has always been on a forward progression. I don't just sit around and wonder when you will spend time with me. I haven't done that since I was thirteen and you so kindly reminded me of how things were between us. You remember that don't you Lieutenant?" 

"Yeah. Please don't remind me." He smirked but I wasn't giving in to him. Not on this. 

"Well, that didn't go so well for you then did it?" Now my eyebrows were raised and I wanted an answer. "Well?" 

"No, not so well." At least he had the good sense to look remorseful. 

"Well Lieutenant, it's not going to go much better for you this time either. You can't just ask me to move on to the next guy. You can't ask me to stop what I feel for you. You can't ask me to stop loving you. You might as well ask me to stop liking chocolate or to stop breathing. I can't do either of those things either and I won't do what you ask." 

"But, A.J." Before he said anything else, I had my hand over his mouth. "No. You don't get to say anything else. It's my turn now." When he nodded, I removed my hand from his mouth and continued. 

"I love you, you idiot. I have been in love with you since I first met you. I will grant you that initially it was a puppy love. But when I grew up, my love for you grew up with me. I don't need to find the perfect guy for me. I have found the perfect guy for me. He's just too much of a stubborn jackass to admit it to himself." 

I paused and took a deep breath. When Brian went to speak, I yelled at him. "No. You don't get to speak yet. I'm not done here. Even when I'm done, I don't know if I want to hear anything else you have to say. So tread lightly Lieutenant, you are on shaky ground with me right now." 

"I will promise to do everything I can to make things as easy as possible on your mom and your family. But don't you ever ask me to do something as stupid or crazy as to give up on love. To give up on you. Because if I do that, then I give up on myself and that is not an option. If I have to wait until you come to your senses and realize you love me, I will. I've waited this long, what's a few more years?" 

"I know it's not the age difference because that doesn't matter anymore. What I don't know is if it's your pride or your stubborn will that won't let you admit you have feelings for me. But whatever it is, it won't outlast me. I hate to have to tell you this Brian, but I am here to stay. I have made my decision and I decided on you a long time ago. So, unless or until you are bonded with someone else, I'm here and I'm staying." 

"I don't know why you can't admit you have feelings for me. I don't know why you have never told me how or what you feel for me. All I know is that I'm dead sure that you do feel for me. The day you tell me you don't have feelings for me, the day that you make me believe that you don't love me, is the day I may think about making some changes. Until then, I'm done talking about this. Don't ask me to promise something that is absolutely impossible for me to do. Now I packed a perfectly good lunch basket, let's go eat." 

I turned to walk back to the cabin and he stopped me in my tracks with the two questions I have been waiting forever for him to answer. 

"Do you want to know how I feel about you and why we can't be together?" He was quiet and calm. It was a little intimidating seeing him standing there looking down at me. I have been waiting years for these answers and now I wasn't sure I wanted to hear them. I was truly afraid of what he was going to say. 

"Yes." I was barely able to whisper out that one word. I was never so hopeful and felt so helpless at the same time. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was waging his own war with his feelings. 

"Brat, no, for this conversation I should treat you like the woman you are, not the girl you were. No more Brat or A.J., at least for now. Andrea of course I have feelings for you. It would be impossible for me not to have feelings for you. I'm only human, only a man. If after all of this time I didn't feel something for you, I would think there was something very wrong with me." He hesitated as if to organize he thoughts and his next words. 

"I love you." Before he said the next word I was moving toward him. He stopped me by holding up his arm in front of him. The flat of his hand came to rest on my chest in a halt fashion. 

"Don't Andrea, don't come any closer. I need to get this all out once and for all. If you come any closer, I won't be able to tell you everything I need you to hear. I need you to understand. I need you to accept." 

"I never told you how I felt because I didn't want to give you hope that one day we would be together. I didn't want you to think that we had a future together. I never told you how I felt because it doesn't matter how I feel. My feelings simply do not matter because it's your feelings I'm concerned about." 

"I am a Marine. I have spent my whole life wanting and training to be a Marine. I saw what it was like on my mom when my dad was deployed. I saw her wait and cry. I saw worry herself to sleep when he was on a mission. I saw her basically hold her breath until the next letter arrived telling her he was still alive. I saw her try to keep things together for me and my brother. I swore I would never do that to a woman. Especially to a woman I loved." 

"I'm already in love and married. It just happens to be to the Corps. I don't want to have to worry about leaving someone else I love behind. I don't want to have to worry that if something happens to me, you'll be stuck with someone different from the man you fell in love with. I couldn't do that to you or to myself." He sighs. 

"Andrea, that is why I never told you how I felt. That is why nothing has ever happened between us. If I didn't care so much about you, I would have taken you as soon as you became legal. But I do. I do care. So I didn't act on my feelings. I knew then that I was married to the Corps. I don't want you sitting here worrying if I'll come back. Will I come back whole or with a part of my body missing. Will I be the same man who left or will seeing what happens in an active war zone change me. I saw that growing up and I don't want to be the one to put you through that." 

"Now do you understand?" He asked this as if anything he said made a difference to me. He asked this as if his words had changed something in me and I no longer was in love with him. 

"So, let me make sure I understand this. You don't tell me how you feel or if you feel anything for me for years. Now you finally tell me how you feel and that you love me but that you won't act on it because something may happen in the future that will change the way I feel. Do you really think that if something were to happen to you, that if you were hurt or injured in anyway, it would make a difference to me? Because that tells me you have very little faith in me. It tells me that if you truly believe that I am that superficial you really don't know anything about me." 

I couldn't help myself; tears just started to form and flow out of my eyes and down my cheeks. The fact that Brian even had that thought for a second really hurt me. The fact that he spoke the words out loud as if he believed them broke my heart. The only thing that kept me there was the fact that I knew he was speaking out of fear for me. That what he said was his way of trying to protect me. I knew he knew me better than that. I knew he knew I had more character, more backbone, and a tougher nature than his words depicted. 

He had to expect more from me than he was pretending to. He knew who my dad was and how I was raised. The only way I could be more "Marine" would be to join the corps. 

"Brian, I don't think you understand that no matter what you say, I still feel what I feel. So I will still worry about you. I will still be in love with you. I will still miss you. It doesn't change on my end. It's not as easy for me to deny what I feel as it is for you. I feel, I want, I hurt, and I LOVE!" I yelled the last sentence hoping it would sink in to his head. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover!



As I looked into his eyes, I watched his face change. He no longer stood there with this neutral stoic look on his face. He no longer looked as if he had all of the answers. Something I said had affected him. I could see his eyes darken and his face harden. The veins in his neck distended and I could see his carotid artery pulsate. His anger was almost palpable. He stood there with his fist clenched, just staring at me. Then he exploded. 

"You don't think I feel? You don't think I hurt? You think it has been easy for me to not reach out for you for only God knows how long? You think that every time I walked away my heart didn't break, my gut didn't wrench? Do you think that every night I went home alone I didn't think of you and drive myself crazy? I did, it did! For Christ sake Andrea, it took everything I had to stay away from you. But I knew it would end up with me leaving and you staying here. And I didn't want you to wait. I don't want you to wait. I want you to be free to live. I want you to be with whoever you want to be with." 

He moved to within inches of me. His face was so close to me as he tried to control his temper and still talk. I could feel every rush of warm breath over my face as he spoke. He was so emotional that his body was visibly shaking. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted him to comfort me. I reached out and touched his face and I just walked into his chest and pressed my body up against him. I just stood there and melted into him. I could feel his chest rise with each breath. I could feel his heart pounding through his chest. 

Without warning, his arms were around me and his mouth was on mine. Gone was the brotherly kiss I was used to from him. This kiss was the furthest thing from a brotherly or friendly kiss as a kiss could be. His mouth was melded with mine. He pushed his face so hard against mine that my head bent as far back as possible. My lips parted under the pressure of his probing tongue. He entered my mouth with the ferocity of the warrior I knew him to be. His tongue was warm, wet, soft, and knew exactly what to do. As he explored my mouth I felt myself open to him in ways I didn't know were possible. 

My mind exploded and I lost all thought of anything other than the moment we were sharing. I saw white light behind my eyelids. My heart pounded through my breast. My stomach ached, my sex fired shock waves, and my legs trembled to hold my weight. Finally I knew the need he kept hidden, the desire he felt, the emotions he didn't share. I felt his kiss throughout my body. I felt everything that he had kept hidden come to the surface in that moment. His kiss may have originated in my mouth, but the heat and energy flowed through me and every fiber of my being exploded at once. His kiss affected my mind, my heart, my body, and my soul. 

His kiss, his hug, and his emotion, exhibited all the passion he had denied us throughout the years. And in that one moment we shared everything two people could share. 

He slowly ended the kiss and pulled away from me. Before he even said a word, I saw the light go from his eyes. I know the pain was written across my face because he closed his eyes in order to avoid seeing it. He took a deep breath and stepped back another foot or so. It was as if he needed physical space between us in order for him to keep it together. He shook his head as he spoke. 

"I didn't say no all this time to say yes now before I leave for God knows where, for God only knows how long. I can't do this. I won't do this. I don't want to hurt you." He started to walk away. 

"You already have." I said to the back of his head. 

"It's not what I wanted." He called back. I could hear the internal conflict he was having in the tone of his words. 

"It's not what I wanted either, but you never gave me a choice in the matter. You took that choice away from me and made it for both of us. It didn't have to be like this." My voice cracked as I tried to hold back tears. 

He turned and just kept walking toward the cabin. "Go ahead, walk away. It's what you do best. You have had enough practice at it." I threw the words at him. If I had a rock in my hand, I think I would have thrown that at him also. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him. I succeeded with the next thing out of my mouth. 

"I hope it is a habit you can break soon. I wouldn't want you to walk away on your unit when things get tough." I wanted to take the words back before they were completely out of my mouth but I was too late. I said them and I couldn't unsay them no matter how much I wanted to. 

Brian stopped and turned to look at me. For a minute he didn't say a word. He just stared at me with what I can only describe as hurt in his eyes. Hurt that I put there. 

"Do you want to have lunch or should we just leave now?" He couldn't look at me so he just looked past me to the lake. 

I hurt him. I knew it and I knew I needed to fix it now. I was wrong to say such a horrible thing. I couldn't let my words sit there and fester. I couldn't let him think I doubted him. More importantly, I couldn't send him off with any doubt in his own mind or in his ability to lead. 

"Brian, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I should have never said that." I cried out to him. 

"I know you didn't mean it and I know your sorry. But like you said, it doesn't make it hurt less. You're right you should have never said that. I expected better from you." I could hear the hurt and disappointment in his voice. "So, what is it lunch or leave?" 

"Lunch." I had to put some distance between us fast. "Stay here, I'll get it and we can eat here on the beach." I said and tried to smile. I couldn't understand how the best moment of my life turned into the worst moment of my life in a matter of seconds. All I could think about was my dad's saying about how "three seconds can make the difference, can save a Marine's life." I wanted my three seconds back. 

I ran up to the cabin and grabbed the picnic basket and blanket. I waited a few minutes to give us both time to calm down and to give me time to figure out how to fix my mistake, my huge, massive mistake. 

I took the picnic lunch down to the lakefront. I spread out the blanket and set out lunch. All the while Brian was just standing there looking out over the lake and once in a while skipping a rock into the water. I walked up behind him and put my arms around his waist and hugged him. He stood motionless and didn't say a word. I pulled his back up against me. He didn't resist but he didn't give in to me either. He wasn't going to make it easy on me. I was going to have to work for his forgiveness. 

"Brian." I quietly spoke with my head resting against his back. 

"Yeah." 

"I don't know what else to say other than I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I just wanted to hurt you because your words hurt me so much. It was a stupid thing to say. I was stupid for saying it." 

"It's okay Brat. I know you didn't mean it. You always know how to push my buttons. You know exactly where to hit me to make it hurt the most." 

He didn't turn to look at me as he spoke. He just stared out over the lake front. I could still hear the hurt in his voice. I was hopeful since he used his nickname for me that at least we were making progress. 

"You make it sound like I hurt you on purpose." I whispered. 

"Well didn't you?" He wasn't accusatory; he just said it as matter of fact. 

"Yes. This time I did." I admitted to him. "But before the words were even out of my mouth, I wanted to pull them back." 

"Once there out, you can't take them back." He was still staring out over the water. He tossed another rock and it skipped five times making several rippled circles as it skidded across the glassy surface of the lake. "Just like once the stone hits the water, I can't stop the ripple effect it makes. You threw the words out there, now we have to deal with their ripple effect." 

"I bet you would like to toss me across the lake like you just tossed that rock." I said it half-heartedly as joke. 

"Funny you should say that, because I was just thinking the same thing." As he said it, he spun around and picked me up in a cradled position in his arms. He walked to the edge of the lake and started to swing his arms back and forth as if he was going to toss me in the water. 

"Brian don't, don't do it." I cried out. "I don't have a change of clothes with me and I'm not sitting around in wet clothes all day." 

"What will you give me if I don't?" He asked teasingly. 

"Whatever you want." I said teasing back at him. 

"What did you bring for desert?" He smiled. 

"Your favorite chocolate cake with chocolate icing." 

"How many slices?" His smile became wicked as his brow rose in question. 

"Two." I smiled back at him. His mood was almost back to the easy nature it was when we arrived. 

"Ok. I want your piece of cake. You don't deserve desert." He was kidding but I felt the same way. 

"You've got it. Two pieces of cake for you." 

"Ok. I won't throw you in the lake. Come on, let's eat lunch." He carried me over to the blanket and pretended to drop me before he caught me a few inches before I hit the sand. Then he gently placed me down the rest of the way. 

As we ate I apologized again. By the end of lunch things between us were much better. We were back on even ground. But I knew I had much more to make up for to him. 

After lunch we lied on the blanket and stared up at the sky. We just talked. For over two hours we just lay there and talk. Mostly we talked about things we did when we were kids and things we wanted to do in the near future. Then a comfortable quiet set in and I reached over and took his hand. For a while I just held it and we remained silent. Then I asked him the question that was weighing heavy in my heart. 

"Brian can you forgive me for what I said? Really forgive me?" I turned my head so I could see his face when he answered. 

"I already have." He simply said it twice. "I already have." Then he squeezed my hand. 

"Brian do you know what 'ESPRIT DE CORPS' means?" I asked even though I knew he was very much aware of the term. I would say every Marine is familiar with the term. 

"Of course I do. I'm not only the son of a Marine, I am a Marine. Esprit De Corps...simply means one Marine never lets another Marine down. You know that, so why do you ask?" Now he was finally looking at me. Eye to eye we lay next to each other just several inches between us. 

"Because I want you to know that even though I am not a Marine, I'm the daughter of a Marine and I understand all that that saying carries with it." I put my other hand out and rested it on his chest, over his heart. We laid there with my one hand holding his and my other hand over his heart. "I want you to know that I will never let you down again. That I'm sorry I did even once, but I will never do it again. I will ALWAYS be there for you, no matter what. I will always be there. I will NEVER let you down again. I promise." 

"It's ok Brat. I forgive you. We're ok. That's enough said about it. Now we put it behind us and we never talk about again. Ok?" I could tell by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice that he meant what he said. 

"Ok. I won't bring it up again." I wanted so badly to lean in and kiss him but I knew that I would be pushing it and he would not be happy with me if I did. So to keep things on a comfortable level, I brought his hand up to mouth and kissed it. I held it there while I spoke. "I'm sorry Brian." 

He nodded, smiled, than winked at me. "I'm not going there with you. Period. The end!" 

I laughed. "Ok, enough said." 

~~~~~~~~ 

We spent another hour or two at the lake. We took a walk, closed the cabin back up and headed home. The ride was quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. Brian and I have always been good with silence. Neither of us is the type of person who has to have every minute together filled with words. It was a nice ride home and still fairly early when we got back. It was around seven thirty when he pulled the jeep into his driveway and came around to get the picnic basket and give me a hand getting out. 

As he walked with me across the yard to my house I asked, "What are your plans for the rest of the evening?" 

"I'll probably just have dinner with my parents and hang around the house with them. Mom is going to want to hover over me for a while and I need to let her get it out of her system. Plus, I want to spend as much time with them as possible before I leave." 

"What about tomorrow? Will I see you at all?" I didn't sound needy, I was just asking about his plans. 

"I don't really have any special plans. I know my mom wants to have a luncheon with your family so we get a chance to say good bye. Then I will probably just get my stuff packed and hang around the house all evening. Are you up for a game of twenty one around seven?" He smiled at me as he asked. 

"Sure. I'll even let you win." 

"Watch it or I may have to bust your lip again." He said kiddingly. 

"I always knew you did that on purpose. You just wanted to scar up my beautiful face. I knew it." I laughed. 

We got to the front porch and he handed me the basket. He said, "Good night" as he walked away. Then he stopped at the edge of the yard and looked back. "You're right about one thing Brat." 

"Only one? What's that?" 

"You do have a beautiful face." He smiled and winked. 

"What kind of Marine waits until he is half way home to say something like that to a girl?" 

"A damn SMART one." He laughed as he crossed into his side of the yard. 

"Brian." 

"Yeah." He looked back over his shoulder knowing what I was going to say. 

"Nothing that happened or was said today changes the fact that I love you." 

"Yeah Brat, I know." 

I watched him as he turned back to his house and took a few more steps. Then he stopped and turned back toward me. I took a deep breath and waited. All the while I was sending off a prayer that he would come back to me now and in the future. 

Suddenly he started to walk back his walk became a jog as he hurried back to my porch. He was right in front of me before he stopped his advance on the step below me. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me lightly. 

"What am I going to do with you?" He said as he shook his head in question. 

I smiled and stroked my hand over his short cropped military buzz cut. I let my hand slide down the back of his head and come to rest on the back of his neck. I pulled his head closer and brought his face to mine. I wanted him close to me. I wanted to look directly into his eyes. 

"I have a couple of ideas in mind but it involves you skipping dinner tonight or basketball tomorrow, or both!" I pulled his head down as I raised my mouth up to his and began to kiss him. 

We stood there and kissed each other. This time I took control of the kiss. I moved my lips over his. I kissed him like I had been kissing him in my dreams for years. First I kissed him long and hard dead center. Then I lightly kissed the right side of his mouth. Gliding my tongue across the crease of his lips I moved to the left side of his mouth. I kissed him again. Then I pulled back slightly and kissed his bottom lip. When I took his bottom lip between my teeth I lightly bit him, he didn't protest. When I licked the area I just bit he sighed and his lips parted. I took the opportunity to enter his mouth with my tongue. Then I explored like I had wanted to since I was a teenager. 

I increased the pressure of the kiss as I moved my tongue over the ridges of his teeth. Then I glided my tongue along the roof of his mouth all the way to the back and licked the tip of my tongue across his soft palate. I dueled with his tongue and circled around it with mine. When he moaned and his body weight shifted forward, I leaned my body into his. His hands came up and grasped my waist. His grip was like a vice and his fingers were digging into the soft flesh of my ass. He slid his hands up my rib cage until they came in contact with the underside of my breasts. He cupped my breasts and started to massage the soft tissue until I moaned into his mouth. 

As he continued to massage my breast, his fingertips started to tease over my nipples and they hardened. I could feel the pull as my breast tissue tightened at his touch. I could feel little shards of pain as he roughly thumbed my erect nipples through the material of my lacey bra. My breathing became faster as did my heart beat. I needed to touch him. I needed to know he felt as excited as I did. Slowly I moved my hand from his hip to his groin and felt his excitement for myself. His cock was hard as a rock and from what I could tell he was at full attention. 

As I stroked him through his jeans his fingers started to pinch my nipples harder as his other hand went to the small of my back and pulled me closer to him. Then his hand drifted down over the crack of my ass only to come to rest at the base of my ass as it curves under to my perineum. As he pinched my nipple with one hand, his other hand moved forward and he pushed his fingers upward on the crotch area of my pants and into the back-side of my pussy. 

His fingers started to push up into me at a paced rhythm and every time his fingers pushed up my body moved back and down. It was an almost reflexive movement but I couldn't stop it. I was moaning into his mouth and fingers were picking up pace. I slid my hand down the waist band of his jeans and into his boxers. I thought to myself, two can play at this game. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to stroke him. Every time he pushed his fingers up into me, I stroked the hard shaft of his cock upward. When he released pressure on me, I stroked him downward. This went on for about three or four minutes. My head was spinning. 

Finally we had to break our kiss to catch our breath. We stood there looking at each other, waiting to see who would give in first. He didn't miss a beat with his damn fingers. I could barely concentrate on what I was doing. I needed to get his attention, so I tightened my grip around his cock and started to stroke faster. 

In less than a minute I had his complete attention and his facial features were begging me for mercy. But mercy wasn't in his vocabulary, not My Marine. So I gave him a full frontal attack. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Say yes Mam and I'll stop." Then I took his earlobe and licked it, sucked it into my mouth and did things with my tongue that made him wish it replaced my hand on his cock. 

He moaned, "Oh fuck!" Then he looked at me and whispered back, "Say yes Sir and I'll give you what you want." He had the sexiest, most wicked smile on his face that I had ever seen on him. His eyes were practically black with lust. When he slowly licked his lips I almost wet my panties I was so turned on. I felt like I would pass out at any minute. 

I continued to stroke his cock as I looked into his eyes. "What do you think I want Marine?" 

"It's not what I think you want, it's what I know you want. I fell how warm and wet your sex is right now. I fell how your body begs for my touch. I hear it in your moans. Now say it and it's yours for the asking." He licked his lips just before he planted them over mine and assaulted my mouth with his tongue. 

"Christ Brian, why couldn't you do this while we were alone at the cabin?" My breath was coming in short gasps and I swear I was light headed. 

"Strategic planning, we would have never made it back here tonight if we started this up there." He could barely get the words out as he gasped between every other word. "If you keep...stroking...my cock...like that...I'm going to...come any...minute now."  

"Say yes Mam and I'll stop." I held eye contact with him but didn't see one sign of his yielding to me. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover!



"Say yes Sir and I'll start." He said in a very husky rough voice with his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. 

I felt his cock twitch in my hand as he threw his head back. "Oh Fuck! Too late...I'm ...going...to ..come." Three or four strokes later he did and his thick warm cum coated my hand and the inside of his pants. 

I no sooner took my hand out of his jeans when my parents pulled into our driveway. I reached down into the picnic basket and took out some handy wipes. I handed Brian a few and wiped my hand clean with a few more. "Attention Marine, your C.O. is pulling into the drive." 

"Fuck me." He groaned. 

"I plan to. We just need to figure out where and when. Too bad you didn't go into logistics." I smiled back at him as he shoved the handy wipes down his pants to prevent a wet spot from seeping through his jeans. 

"Tonight!" He growled out the word as he turned to greet my parents. 

"God Marine you are one sexy man." I whispered to the back of his head and I licked him as I said it. 

~~~~~~~~ 

It was around nine o'clock when Brian finally called my cell. "Hey. What are you doing?" 

"I was just reading and waiting for you to call. How was dinner with your parents? How was your mom?" 

"Good. Everything went well. Meet me at my Jeep in ten minutes." He sounded excited but serious. 

"Ten minutes, see you there." I disconnected and ran into my bathroom. I quickly showered and changed in eight minutes flat. I grabbed my big leather sack purse and threw a few "essential items" in it just in case I needed them. A minute to look myself over and then I was headed downstairs and out the door. 

"It's late, where are you going?" I heard my dad's voice call out from his home office. 

"I'm going out to talk with Brian." I was standing in his doorway as we spoke. 

"Baby, Brian leaves in a little over twenty four hours. You don't know where his going or when he'll be back. Do you think this is such a good idea?" My dad knew me too well for me to try to lie to him. Besides, there was no point. He was a Marine, a man, and my dad. He knew the deal. 

"Dad it could be my only chance for him to know how much I love him. How much he means to me. I've waited my whole life for him. If it is the last time we are together, shouldn't we make the most of it? Wouldn't you want to make the most of it?" I sighed as I asked him more with my eyes than with my words. 

He got up and walked over to me. He hugged me and said, "I just don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to have to worry about anything or be hurt by anything." He kissed my forehead. "Enough said, you're my daughter and you're going to do what you believe is right for you anyway. I've done my job and now I have to believe you know what is best for you." 

I gave him a hug and kiss as I moved to the door. "Don't wait up for me. I'll be late." 

"What's that phrase I hear the kids use? Oh yeah. Baby that's TMI, too much info. TMI for your old man." He said as he shook his head and went back to his desk. 

Brian was standing by his jeep when I got out and crossed through the yard. 

"What took so long?" He asked as he held my hand as I got in the jeep. 

"Dad was in his office and had a few things to say before I left." I raised my eyebrow to let him know it involved him. 

"Oh. How did that go? What did you tell him?" He actually sounded a little nervous. 

"You sound nervous. Are you afraid of my Dad? Or are you afraid of your Commanding Officer? Or are you more afraid of what I said to Dad?" I laughed as his face actually took on a sick look. 

"I am nervous. I know you and how you and your dad are with each other. I have no doubt you said something that will make me want to wear my flak jacket the next time I'm around him. And yes to all of the above because he is your Dad and my C.O. How did you leave it?" 

"He told me he did his job and he trusted my decision. Then I told him not to wait up that I would be late. He kissed me and told me I gave him too much information." I laughed as he shook his head and walked around the jeep to get in the driver's seat. 

"What's so funny?" 

"You just did the same thing my dad did and your face has the same expression on it that my dad's did. He shook his head and walked back to his desk, looking just like that, right before I left." I smiled. "It must be a Marine thing." 

"More likely it's an expression that men who love and care about you do when you say and do some of the things you say and do!" He sounded exasperated with me, but he was smiling when he said it. 

"Well really Brian, you know how close my dad and I are. Did you expect me to lie to him? He's not dumb or unaware of what's been going on between us for, well forever!" I just looked over at him with a "what did you want me to do" look. 

He leaned over and kissed me. "No, I don't want you to lie to your dad. I just don't want him to want to kill me when I bring you home." He had a wounded puppy look on his face. 

"Well, I can't promise anything. You know how Marine Dads are when it comes to their daughters." 

"Great. I'm a dead man." We both laughed as he started the jeep and backed out of the driveway. 

"Yeah but baby, I promise I will make you very happy before he does you in." I winked when he looked over at me. 

"Remember you said that Brat. Remember you said that, because I sure will!" 

The ride was nice. It was a quiet night and not too hot. The sky was full of stars and we were both quietly searching our own thoughts. We drove about fifteen miles south of the base before Brian turned off the highway and into a housing community. 

"Where are we going?" I was a little confused, I thought maybe we would go to a hotel but we were in a residential area. I was also nervous about what I had to tell Brian before we went too much further in our plans for the night. 

"I called a friend who is out of town. I have a key to his place and I asked if I could barrow it." He looked over at me and reached out his hand, palm up. I took it and held his hand. "Are you ok with that?" He asked a little concerned that I might not be. 

"Yes. I'm very ok with that." I smiled and squeezed his hand. 

A few minutes later we were at a townhouse at the edge of the housing community. It was one of the last rows of townhouses and it backed up against a wooded area. It was quiet and no one was around as Brian helped me out of the jeep and walked me up the path to the townhouse. 

As we entered I noticed it was clean and neat. The first floor was an open floor plan. The stairs were to the left of the front room and led up to a loft area. The master bedroom and bath were behind the open loft area that was apparently used as an office/sitting area. Brian locked the front door and took my hand as we walked into the front area. 

"Do you want something to drink or anything? There is a nice white wine in the refrigerator." He was acting as host and he really didn't need to. 

"No. I'm good." I said as I moved closer to him. 

"Music?" He asked as he looked over at a sound system. 

"No. I don't think so." I stepped in front of him. "Brian, are you nervous about this, about us?" 

"A little." He took a deep breath and sighed. "I told myself no for so long, I'm questioning if this is the right choice. I'm questioning if I should be here with you, doing this, especially now." He was being so honest, so protective of me that it just made me more sure that this was right for us and I told him so. 

"Brian this is right; just as it was right for you to hold back from me when you did. You were right. We probably weren't ready to share this back then. Now, we are both adults. We are both intelligent people who are more than capable of making an informed decision. I know this is a good thing for us. The fact that you are more worried about me and what's best for me than you are about yourself tells me this is very right. It tells me what I always knew. That you are the man for me." 

I stepped right up next to him so that the fronts of our bodies were in full contact with each other. Slowly, I placed both of my hands on the sides of his face and gently held him between the palms of my hands. I tiptoed up so I could kiss him. My hands slid down his face, his neck, and onto his chest. I kissed him again as I rested my palms against his chest. I could feel his warmth. I could feel the beat of his heart. I could feel his intake of breath. Our eyes held each other and all of the feelings, all of the love we have had for each other was shared in that short space of time. In that one look into each other's eyes, into each other's hearts, we both knew it was our time to share. 

Brian leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, subtle, and full of love. As he looked into my eyes he said, "I love you Andrea. I have loved you for a very long time. I have loved you all of my adult life and then some." 

I felt like I couldn't breathe. I stood there looking into his big brown eyes and tears ran down my cheeks. "I love you Brian. I have loved you since I was eight years old. I have always loved you. For me it was love at first sight. I have waited forever for you to tell me that you loved me too and I will wait forever to hear you say it again, if forever is what it takes. I hope it won't be and I hope what I need to tell you now doesn't change anything for us, for our plans tonight." 

Brain looked at me a little confused. "What do you mean? What do you need to tell me?" 

"Brian, I'm no saint. I can't tell you that I haven't been with a man in a sense. But what I have to tell you, what I need to tell you is that I've never really been with a man." My voice was shaking and I thought I was making complete sense but apparently not. 

"Andrea, what do you mean? What are you saying?" He held me in his stare and I could see confusion in his look and on his face. 

"Brian, I have had a few boyfriends over the years. I have been, to a degree, intimate with three of them." I took a moment to gather my nerve and take a few breaths to calm myself. "But Brian, I have never truly been with a man. I have never had intercourse with a man." 

"What are you saying?" His voice sounded like he was caught between confused and surprised. 

"I'm saying I have never fucked before. I have done other intimate things, other sexual things, but I never had intercourse with anyone." 

"Really? Why? Why did you wait until now to tell me?" 

"Yes really. Why? Because I didn't love any of them. I always knew I loved you. I always wanted my first time making love to be with you. I waited until now because until earlier today, I was never sure this would happen between us. I didn't feel the need to tell you something that might not mean anything to you anyway." 

"Andrea, anything that affects or happens with you means something to me. I'm glad you told me. I wish I would have known earlier, I would have tried to make things more special for you. But I am very pleased you told me before we went any further. I'm honored you waited for me and that you want me to be your first "true" lover. I love you baby and I thank you." He took my hands in his and he kissed first one and then the other. 

Then with my hand in his, we walked to the staircase and up to the master suite. Once we were in the room, Brian lit a few candles that were on the dressers. He took my hand and walked over to the side of the bed. He took the shoulder strap of my bag and removed it from my shoulder, then tossed it onto the chair next to the dresser. 

We stood just inches from each other when he asked, "Are you sure about this? I will be leaving day after tomorrow. Are you sure this is what you want?" His eyes were full of love, of concern, of caring, and protection. He was begging me to be sure. 

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I want this Brian. I want you." 

He leaned down and kissed my right temple. Then he moved and did the same to my left. He lightly kissed my eyes, first one than the other. Finally, he got to my mouth. He kissed me closed mouth and then pulled back to look at me. "Are you sure?" 

I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him back to me as I said, "yes." His mouth covered mine and there was no hesitation as he took what he wanted from the kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and slowly but surely licked over every inch of it. I felt his silky tongue glide over mine, slide over the front of my teeth, then glide over the insides of my cheeks, only to come back and caress my tongue with his again. I could feel the warmth of his mouth on mine. His kiss was intoxicating and at times I felt like this was all too dreamlike. But it was so much better than my dreams because Brian was really in my arms and I was firmly held in his. 

He gently pulled away from my mouth but stayed within inches of my face as he spoke and started to undress me. "I'm going to take your clothes off now." He wasn't asking permission, he was simply informing me. I nodded my head yes as if I had to give him consent before he continued. 

Brian slid his hands down the sides of my body until he reached the hem of my tank top. He slowly pulled up over my abdomen, hesitating for just a second before raising it over my breast. As he pulled it up over my chest, I raised my arms above my head and he took it up and off of me the rest of the way. He tossed it on the top of my bag that he previously discarded on the chair. 

He stroked his hands over my shoulders and then his thumbs across my collar bones. His hands were large and firm, yet his touch was so gentle. As his hands came together in the center of my chest his thumbs met at the top of my sternum. He slid the pads of his thumbs down along the sides of my breast bone until they were halted by my bra. He traced the lace trim of my bra cup line over the fleshy part of my breasts and then traced back again. The feathery touch of his fingertips on the soft skin of my breasts brought goose bumps to my skin and I shivered. 

As his hands came back to the center of my cleavage, he unhooked the clasp of my bra. He looked into my eyes as he slowly pulled it back exposing my breasts as he pulled their protective covering from them. He let the material fall from his hands as he gently slid his fingers under the shoulder straps. His touch was tender but there was no doubt he was on a mission. He pushed them down my arms until my bra fell to the floor and my upper half was fully exposed to him. 

His gaze left mine as his eyes roamed over my breasts and abdomen. I heard a quiet gasp as he took in every inch of my exposed skin. He licked his lips as his eyes wandered over my breasts and he caressed the soft fleshy mounds with his fingers and palms. He leaned down and kissed the tops of both of them and I moaned as his tongue encircled my areola and then flicked over my nipple causing it to peak. He teased the other with his fingers until it too hardened under his teasing touch. 

Brian sat down on the side of the bed and pulled me to stand between his legs. He looked up at me as he held the weight of both of my breasts in his hands. His eyes were masked in lust and his face was beatific as it reflected his love for me. He leaned forward and still peeking up at me, he licked his lips until they shinned with the moisture of his tongue. Then he took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked. His sucking was light at first but he quickly increased the pressure and was literally pulling the sensitive little nub into his mouth. I could feel the force of his suck pull at the rucked nipple. 

I cried out as my back arched and increased his access to my breasts. It hurt at the same time I couldn't get enough of it. My nipple was now throbbing under the force of his mouth. "Brian, please, it hurts." I barely moaned the words out but he didn't lighten up at all. In fact, he placed my nipple between his teeth and started to see-saw the edges of his teeth across the nub. 

I cried out again, "Brian pleeease." 

He reached up with his right hand and took hold of my other breast. As he massaged it, his fingers brought my other nipple to peak. He started to pinch it between in forefinger and thumb as his teeth were slowly torturing its sister. 

I wanted him to stop, yet at the same time, I didn't want the feeling it was causing in me to end. My body felt warm. I felt my skin was somehow more sensitive. My breathing became a panting. An ache developed in my lower abdomen. What can only be described as electrical impulses were being sent from my pussy throughout my body. And I found myself with my hands tightly around the back of Brian's head holding him against my breast. 

He teased me unmercifully for several minutes as I moaned and arched my body into his mouth and hands. Finally, when I felt I couldn't take any more of his assault on my poor breasts, I tried to pull away. He realized it was getting to be too much and he released the hold his mouth and hand had on my breasts. 

The penetrating heat, the electrical tingling, and the intense pain that entered my nipples as he released the pressure on them and they perfused was mind shattering. The erotic pain initiated in my nipples, but its energy flowed through the rest of my body. 

But that just gave him the opportunity to move on from there. His hands slid down my abdomen and came to rest on the waist of my capris pants. He unbuttoned them and carefully pushed them down my thighs and calves until they lay in a bunch at my feet. 

Brian slid from the side of the bed to a kneeling position on the floor in front of me. He tapped the back of my right knee and I lifted my leg. He removed my pant leg over my foot and pulled off my sandal. Then he did the same on the opposite leg. I stood in front of him with only a pair of lacey hip hugger undies on. 

As he looked up at me he said, "You are beautiful." 

His hands caressed up and down the outsides of my legs. Slowly he brought them up to my thigh and then down again to my mid-calf area. He did this over and over until on his last stroke upward his hands caressed over my hips and he hooked his thumbs in the legs of my undies and his fingers griped the waist band. Ever so slowly he pulled them down inch by inch as he stared at every inch of skin they left exposed on their way down. 

When they reached my ankles he looked up at me and I lifted each foot for him to remove them from me. He tossed them aside as if they were no longer of importance to him. Now, I stood before him completely naked and he knelt in front of me completely clothed. For some reason, I didn't feel any embarrassment or shame being completely naked in front of Brian. In fact, I felt quite comfortable and safe with him. Even with his intensely penetrating gaze on me, I felt at ease with him. 

Reaching out I stroked his cheek with my fingers. Taking my hand in his he brought it to his mouth. Then he did one of the most sensuous things I ever experienced. He kissed each of my fingertips. But after he kissed it, he licked it and then inserted my finger into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue and lips. He suckled each and every one of them in the same way. He lightly kissed the tip, and then he licked the tip, and inserted it all the way into his mouth. He tongued it before sucking on it for several seconds and repeating the maneuver on my next digit. 

I was stunned by the effect and sexual intensity such a simple act had on me. I felt myself becoming more sexually excited and wet as he took each finger into his mouth. I could feel my sexual juices moistening my pussy. 

My sex scent was becoming noticeable and Brian was not immune. As he sucked my last digit into his mouth he looked up at me and was telling me with his eyes that he was aware of my excitement and scent. As he removed my finger from his mouth, he leaned his head forward. He rested his face right on my lower abdomen. He was mere inches from my sex and he was inhaling deeply as if he were taking his last breaths. 




My Man, My Marine, My Lover!



My hands were shaking, as was most of my body. Things were getting very intense and I felt it in every muscle of my body. Thoughts were racing through my mind and endorphins were pumping through my blood. I was in a heightened state of sexual arousal and my man was on his knees and still fully dressed. 

"Brian." He looked up at me as I stroked my hands over the back of his head and neck. "Stand up baby." 

He looked at me, kissed my pubic mound, took a deep breath of my sex, and then stood up. His eyes were a smoldering dark chocolate color. His mouth held a slight smile and his jaw was held tight. His shoulders were tense. As I started to massage my hands across his shoulders and his upper arms, I felt him start to relax his muscles. 

I leaned forward and kissed his chest through his shirt. I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. When I got down to where it was tucked into his jeans, I just unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Then I pulled the tails of his shirt out and undid the last two buttons. I slid my hands under his shirt and ran the flats of my palms up over his abdomen and chest. His muscles tightened as I caressed my hands over them. His skin was warm and soft, but his body was firm. I slid my hands over his shoulders and removed his shirt. I let it fall to join the rest of the clothing on the floor. 

I kneaded his shoulders for a few minutes while I placed little butterfly kisses over his chest. When I finally felt some of the tension leave his shoulder muscles, I drew my hands down the sides of his rib cage and hooked my fingers into the waist of his jeans. I took my time taking them off of him. Then I brought my hands back up and repeated the motion and removed his boxers-briefs. 

As I did this, I gave his body the same intense exam he had given mine. My gaze surveyed every inch of him and my hands and fingers followed. I started at his chest and worked my way down. On the way down, I was careful not to touch his erection, but I the way back up, I had a different plan. When I had caressed his entire body and my hands rested on the outsides of his calves, I started my progression back up. This time I traced along the inside of his legs. 

My hands caressed over his calves, up his knees, and slowly along the insides of his thighs. As I stood in front of him I enclosed his scrotum in the palms of my hands. I watched his face intently as I manipulated the semi-firm balls held in the rippled soft tissue. I rubbed over them with my thumbs. I massaged the back of them with my fingertips. Then I started to slowly move my fingers and thumbs over them and roll them in between. I started with a slow pace and a soft touch. After a minute or two I increased the pace and pressure of my touch. With each change, Brian's breathing changed. Occasionally he would moan or make an incomprehensible sound. 

After several minutes of this I attained a rather rapid rolling motion and a slightly less than painful amount of pressure on his balls, Brian pushed his pelvis forward and cried out, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" as he rocked back and forth. His legs started to shake and I could see his abdominal muscles tense. His cock was hard and fully engorged. Its head was dark purple and as Brian cried out a small amount of liquid pearl colored cum started to leak from his penal opening. He reached down and grabbed my wrists. "No more. I can't take any more." 

His breathing was rapid and a light film of perspiration had formed and now covered his face and chest. His facial muscles were held as tightly as every other muscle in his body. I released his balls and stroked my hand up the length of his cock. He moaned, "Umh! Oh God!" Then he quickly took my hands in his and pulled them away from his cock. 

He turned me so that my back was facing the bed and then he lifted me and placed me across the middle of the mattress. I watched as he climbed up next to me. I watched as his well- toned muscular body traveled onto the bed and not one movement went unnoticed. He was beautiful and every movement was orchestrated as he came to kneel beside my thigh. 

He knelt next to my thigh and faced me. He rested his body weight back onto his calves as he half knelt, half sat back. His erection was front and center. He was a well-endowed man. Fully erect he was magnificent, he was long and he had a rather thick shaft. His veins were distended and the head of his penis was almost heart shaped. The head of his penis was crowned with a dense ring of tissue and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. 

Brian leaned forward and started to rub his hands over my body. He started at my shoulders and worked his way down. He cupped and squeezed my breasts and nipples, sending shivers down my spine. He massaged my abdomen and rib cage until I felt a warm burn between my legs. His hands came down my sides and slid back to squeeze my ass tightly in his hands. When he brought them forward, he caressed them along my hip bones and down to my pubic bone. He buried first one hand and then the other between my legs and then he started to spread my thighs open. 

As he spread my thighs he gave me simple instructions to follow. "Open your legs for me." I did as asked. 

"Spread them wider so I can kneel between them." Again, I did as he requested. 

As Brian repositioned himself between my legs, I trembled with anticipation of what he would do next. He was kneeling just below my knee level and his hands were sliding up and over the fronts of my thighs. His fingers gripped the outside of my thighs and his thumbs dug into the inner aspect of my thighs. Each time he stroked upward, he came closer and closer to my pussy. At last I felt his thumbs brush over my labia. A chill went through my body and I felt a flow of warm fluid coat the inner walls of my sex and labia. My muscles automatically clenched and my pelvis made a rolling motion. 

Brian's eyes slowly swept from my sex up over my abdomen and breasts and came to rest on my face. He held my eyes with his and he quietly checked in with me. "Are you ok?" 

His face was full of love and tenderness, his voice full of concern. His eyes were still clouded with lust but, he was focused on me, on my needs. I nodded my head and whispered "Yes." As I reached down to touch his hand. He smiled at me and I returned it with a smile of my own. 

He immediately went back to his previous task and placed both hands at the apex of my inner thighs. He lightly brushed the pads of his thumbs over my labia. He stroked them back and forth before he inserted them between my lips and spread them open. I was wet and the cool air touching my warm center made me ache with need. I wanted Brian, needed him. My pelvis arched up and I called for him. 

"Brian please. Please baby, I need you. I want you so much." I pushed my body toward him. 

"You have me baby. I'm yours. Now, I'm going to make you mine." 

Brian looked into my eyes as he spoke. Then he leaned down and kissed my abdomen. He drew little wet circles around my belly button with his tongue. He kissed my lower abdomen as he moved further south on my body. As his lips and tongue stroked over my body, his thumbs stroked over my outer sex. 

When his mouth came to my pubic mound, he kissed me as his thumbs entered my sex again. He slid his thumbs inside of my labia as he stroked his thumbs back and forth. His fingers caressed my sex as his tongue started to flicker across my clit. He matched the rhythm of his fingers to that of his tongue. The pleasure center in my brain was on overdrive and electrical pulsations were firing from my clit and exploding in my woman's core. I couldn't help myself. I cried out. 

"Brian, please take me! I can't wait any longer." My body was on edge and every muscle in my body was flexed in need. 

"Not yet baby. I want to taste you first. I want to make love to you with my mouth and tongue first. I've dreamed of this. I've dreamed of burying my face between your legs, my tongue between your sex lips, and of tasting your sweetness. I dreamt of eating every inch you." 

My body quivered at his words. I felt warmth deep in my pussy as I got even wetter. I started to pant and I could hear my heart pound in my ears. I no sooner heard his last word before his mouth was on me. He spread me open with his fingers and he sank his tongue into me. The entire surface of his tongue stroked me from my perineum to my clit. He initially started slow and gentle, leisurely drawing his tongue from back to front, but that didn't last long. He was like a man having his last meal. 

He licked me like I was an ice cream cone and I melted into his touch as if I were. His tongue came from back to front, back to front, repeatedly. Then he lightly circled the tip of his tongue around the entrance to my vagina. He had me moaning at every shift of his tongue. 

"Ahh! Ahh! Brian please." I begged him as I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him into me. 

I could feel him curl his tongue inside of me. He looped it into a firm point and rapidly darted his tongue in and out of my vaginal opening. His right hand held my pussy open to his oral love making while his left thumb and forefinger massaged, twisted, and pinched my clit. The soft wet touch of his tongue was in direct counterpoint to the harsh torture of his fingers on my clit. His touch wreaked havoc on my mind and my body. I was no longer in control of my own body's response. At that moment, he owned me and I responded only to him. 

"Brian please." I cried. "I can't take any more. Please stop. Please." 

My body was shaking and my muscles taut with excitement. My breasts were firm and my nipples hard as little rocks. There was an ache deep in my abdomen that seemed to be communicating with the rest of my body. I felt pulsations in my clit that were firing shards of hot energy to my vagina and throughout my body. I was on fire. 

"Do you need to come baby?" He stopped for a moment as he asked his question and looked up at me. 

"Yes Brian please!" I reached down and touched his face, caressing my fingers down his cheek. 

Without another word he placed his mouth over my clit and began to suck me off. He held on to me tightly between his lips and sucked hard and fast. He slid two fingers inside of me and started to stroke me. His fingers came in contact with my soft tissue and I cried out at the pleasure he induced in me. 

"Yes baby, yes, right there." I cried. "Don't move. Oh God Brian, don't stop." I arched my pelvis into his touch. 

I felt him flick his tongue across my clit as he continued to suck on me. His fingers quickened their pace and he started to thrust them into me hard and fast. I tried to match him stroke for stroke with my hip movements but I couldn't keep up. I felt my entire body tense and I could see bright white behind my clenched eyelids. 

"I'm going to come. Oh God! I'm going to come." I announced into the quiet of the room. 

"Come for me baby. I want to taste your cum all over me. Come for me baby and I'll lick you clean." His words were so sultry, his voice raspy with need and desire of his own. The sound of Brian's voice and his words were all it took to push me through my own barricade. 

I felt my body seize up and tense. My head and neck arched back. My pelvis came off the bed. Heat flowed through my body. White lights burst behind my eyelids. My breath came in broken sobs and I called out his name as I experienced my first truly exquisite orgasm. 

I felt Brian's hands caressing over my body as I slowly returned to baseline. He remained between my legs but he was looking up at me with complete adoration. His touch was gentle and caring as his hands stroked over my skin. "Andrea, are you ok babe?" 

"I'm more than ok Brian." I smiled down at him and reached for his hand as it rested on my hip. I held it and laced my fingers between his. "That was worth waiting for Brian. That was definitely worth waiting for all this time." 

"I'm glad you think so, but we are far from done here." He smiled the most deviously sexy smile I have ever seen on him or any man. "I think I remember promising to 'lick you clean' if you came for me. We both know I'm a man of my word." 

Brian slid his forearms under my thighs and lifted my pelvis off the bed. My legs were now over his shoulders and he placed his forearms under my butt. My sex was elevated off the bed to the level of his mouth so that he didn't need to bend his neck. It was a comfortable level for him to literally lick me clean and he did. All I had to do was enjoy him and I did. I just laid there and let him take over my body. It was an all-consuming erotic experience. 

When he was done, he crawled up to lie beside me. I rolled onto my side so that I could look at him as we talked. His arms were wrapped around me and he was constantly caressing me or kissing me as we lie in each other's arms and talked. I was nervous he was having second thoughts about fully making love with me. So I laid my head on his chest and listened closely to his breathing and heart beat until I gathered enough courage to ask him. 

"Brian." My voice was weak and I hesitated. 

"Yeah." He was quiet and I think he knew that I was worried he changed his mind because of my earlier confession to him. 

"Have you...are we...did you..." For an intelligent woman, all of a sudden, I lost my ability to complete a cohesive sentence. Thank God Brian knew me so well and wasn't into drawing out my torture, at least not verbally. 

"No Andrea, I haven't changed my mind. I still want to make love with you. I just thought we should take our time. We aren't in any hurry and I want to savor you. I want to savor this time, our first time together." He leaned down and kissed my head. 

"Brian, I want to make love with you too. I want to make love to you as often as humanly possible until we have to leave." I sighed as the words were finally out of my mind and my mouth. 

My ability to speak had returned just in time. As I whispered what I wanted across his chest, I began to kiss around his nipples. I slid my hand down his chest and over his abdomen as I licked his nipple into a small hard nub. I heard a deep intake of breath and his heart beat quicken as my hand arrived at its destination, his erect cock. I encircled his cock in my hand and altered my touch between slowly fondling his balls and rubbing my hand along his shaft. I sucked his nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. 

Every few seconds, I would lift my head and whisper my warm breath across his wet nipple as I told him what I wanted. I never stopped stroking his cock during our discussion. I traced my fingers over his engorged vein standing prominently along the underside of is cock. Brian pushed his head back into the pillow as my fingers teased along his hard shaft. Brian remained silent as my mouth, my tongue, and my hand aroused his body. 

"I think we have taken our sweet time Brian." I whispered to him as I rubbed up his hard shaft and traced around the neck of his erection. 

"I think the last few years have been more than enough time." I sucked his nipple into my mouth and nipped it with the edges of my teeth pulling up on it ever so slightly as I cupped his balls in one hand and squeezed until they popped free of my grasp. 

"Oh Fuck!" He moaned as he lifted his pelvis and pushed his cock into the stroke of my hand more forcefully. I could hear the change in his breathing pattern. It excited me to have this effect on him. 

"Now I want to savor you." This time when I rubbed up his cock I tightened my grasp. When I got to the tip of his penis, I gently pinched his head between my finger and thumb. Brian cried out. 

"Christ Andrea. Are you trying to make me come before we even make love?" His voice trembled on every other word. His eyes were dark brown pools and his facial muscles were tight. I showed little to no mercy. I hit him in his pride. 

"Come on Marine, can't you take the pressure? Are you going to break Marine? Are you going to come so soon? Do you want to ring the bell; do you want to ring out?" I taunted him with my words. 

I increased the friction and pace of my hand strokes on his cock. I started to double hand him. As one hand finished its up-stroke, the other griped his base and started the next up-stroke. I pulled his cock like you would stretch out taffy. Over and over my hands griped his base and pulled upward. I felt him enlarge in my hands. I could feel his cock pulse and jerk as I continued to manipulate his cock through the grasp of my hand. 

"Fuck! Fuck! No! Fuck no!!" He panted between each cry. "I won't be the one to ring out baby, I promise you that." As he said it, he grabbed my wrist and stopped my sensual torture of his erection. He quickly rolled over trapping my body under his. 

"Now let's see how you like to be teased and tortured. Let's see who will ring out first." He taunted me back. 

He grasped my wrists in his hands and gently pulled my arms over my head. Transferring both my wrists into his one grasp, he held my arms extended above my head. He stared into my eyes as his other hand started its journey down my body, stopping only to tease specific erogenous areas of my body in its path. 

Brian lightly drew the pads of his fingers down the underside of my arm exerting just enough pressure not to tickle but to arouse. He caressed under my arm pit and crossed to the curve at the side of my breast. As he slid his fingers over the fleshy outer curve of my breast I gasped and my body reflexively pulled away from his hand. 

"So you like that do you? That's a pleasure spot for you is it?" He smiled knowingly and filed that information for later. He wasn't done yet. He had an agenda. He stroked his hand across that area several more times before I cried out in answer to his question. 

"Yes. Yes. That's a pleasure spot." My body was arched from the beautiful torture his touch was causing me. 

As he continued to orchestrate his hand over my skin, I felt like parts of my body lit up as he touched me. He moved his hand across my breast and grazed the tips of his fingers over my nipple. I couldn't control myself; I felt my body push up to meet his touch. Then he lowered his mouth to my breast and gently placed a few soft light kisses over my breast. 

"Brian, I need you. I need more of you. Now!" I whimpered as my need outweighed my restraint. 

He released his grasp on my wrists and brought his other hand down to my breast. He took both breasts into his hands and started to massage them. His hands were full as he worked the firm tissue of my breast between his fingers and thumbs. God the man's hands knew what they were doing. I sighed with pure pleasure as Brian leaned down and lapped at my breasts with his tongue. 

He sucked hard on my nipple while he pinched the other. I cried out but that just caused him to increase the pressure. His mouth was so warm and wet as he manipulated my nipple that I felt myself clench every pelvic muscle I had in order to stop the need I felt to come. 

"Brian, I'm close. Please Brian, please make love to me now. Please baby." My voice was soft, quiet, and clearly begging him to help me. 

He lifted his body off mine and slid his knee between my legs pushing side to side in order to spread my legs. I felt like I could barely move but when he said, "Bend your knees up." I did. I saw him reach up and pull a pillow down. 

"Lift your hips." He told me and I did. He folded the pillow in half and placed it under my lower back and the top part of my ass. 

"Rest down." He watched me as I followed his instruction. "Are you comfortable?" 

"Yes." I nodded and looked into his eyes questioning his actions. 

"The pillow will elevate your pelvis and give me better access, more of a straight line so to speak. You'll be more comfortable and better able to take me. I'll be able to go deeper inside of you. I want all of me inside of you." His voice was deep and lust covered his face and darkened his eyes. 




My Man to Man Awakening



I am a happily married 38 year old man. Up until last year I had never even thought about another man in a sexual way. I love looking at girls and love seeing them in there nude state. We have a nudist beach in Cape Town called sandy bay. I went there one Friday afternoon without my wife knowing to perv at the naked girls on the beach. 

It was quite and there wasn't much going on but after walking for an hour or so on the beach in a semi aroused state I needed relief and I found a small enclosed rock area where I thought I could jerk off in private. I took my shorts off and closed my eyes as I started to pull myself off loving the feeling of standing naked in the open air with the soothing noise of the waves crashing around me jerking my self off. 

I got a fright as I heard a noise and saw a man looking at me .Embarrassed I covered with my towel up but didn't leave for some weird and wonderful reason. 

He moved into the rock enclosure next to mine and although I could see him I sensed he was there. I was still rock hard with a throbbing penis that needed relief. 

I hoping he would leave quickly so that I could finish what I started but then I noticed him step forward slightly just so I could see his legs and shorts.

He gently rubbed himself over his shorts and stepped back again into the rock enclosure out of view. I couldn't believe it I was disgusted and excited all at the same time. I wanted to run away but for some crazy reason I didn't. I just stood there waiting to see what would happen next. Maybe secretly I wanted to see more. 

I didn't have to wait long before he repeated his actions this time rubbing a little longer before retreating out of view again. I tried not to watch but I found myself staring at him rubbing himself his boner clearly protruding through of his shorts. Unbelievably I felt my cock twitching with excitement. 

The next time he stepped forward almost unwittingly I stepped slightly forward to also stroke myself over my towel.

This went on back and forth a few more times until he stepped out of his enclosure and moved into mine. He stood was standing there in front of me. The excitement was overwhelming I felt that I should run but I couldn't. My heart was beating at 1000 miles an hour. I was scared but amazingly horny to. He was big muscular and well built with a sporty firm body. Before I knew it the man leant forward and grabbed me through my towel on my dong giving two squeezes and then let go .He smiled almost mockingly as if he could sense id never done this before. He was like a cat ready to pounce on his prey. He said nothing and just stood there close to me with this funny smile on his face. The ball was now firmly in my court .A lot of me still wanted to turn and run but I didn't and I found myself doing the same as he did to me through his shorts. He smiled at me as I had the courage not to let go. I was enjoying the feeling of his boner through his shorts as I started rubbing harder. He returned his hand to my towel and groped my now rock hard boner. I stopped caring desperate for sexual relief I pulled my towel off exposing my naked cock to his touch. He pulled his shorts off and was now but naked for me as he moved in for the kill. 

He was huge much bigger than me with a beautiful circumcised cock. I moved to him taking him in my hand as he locked into me. We were now standing there in the open air locked into each other jerking each other off in frenzy. I loved his cock in my hand and loved the feeling of him jerking my huge rock hard hardon off. He kissed my neck and played with my nipples as he leant forward giving my bum repeated firm squeezes .I did the same back to my hot teacher. We were standing there is the open air where anybody could have been watching us really going at each other with a hungry lust. I felt his finger teasing my but whole it was warm and nice and I moaned as it tickled the entrance to my hole. He took this as an invitation and started to slide his finger further and further as he prized my hole open. I was done caring loving what this hunk was doing to me. I followed his lead and did the same back to him. We now fully locked into each other one hand on each others cocks wanking like mad the other fingering each others bum holes. H e leant forward and kissed my moving his tongue into my mouth. This sent me completely over the edge as I came all over his leg it was awesome. I wanted him to come and loved the feeling of watching him shoot his load as a continued to pull him off. He then just turned and left without saying another word.

At first I felt guilty and ashamed of what I done. After all I was a straight man. But in the coming days I couldn't stop thinking about it. I wanted more I knew it and nothing was going to stop me from getting it. 

I haven't been able to keep away since and in the last 6 months have been back 5 other times to the beach all ending in happy endings but those stories are for another time.

Hope you all enjoyed what is a perfectly true story.



My Man-Whore



**Written for my Mistress Louise**

Part 1

The phone call came in at 2.45 pm and Paul answered with the usual friendly and casual Hello. The woman on the other end said she had seen his ad in the local paper and wished to hire him for the night. Paul had something planned but needed the cash so quickly agreed. After agreeing to terms of what she was seeking and price Paul hung up the phone and was genuinely looking forward to the evening.

Michelle was pleasant and well mannered on the phone but she was very direct about what she wanted. Paul liked that. The service he provided was not exactly common, being a male escort catering mainly to women who wanted to try their hand at dominating a submissive male. His clients were few and far between and were mostly just curious. He usually ended up getting a bit of a spanking, giving lots of oral then having sex and spending a night in a nice hotel room as the women were usually travelling through for business. Michelle sounded different. Although she did sound a little inexperienced she sounded genuinely keen to live out her kinky fantasies.

At 7pm sharp Paul arrived at the small cafe. He took a seat outside and was just about to order a coffee from the cute waitress when he noticed a woman walking toward him. She stood about 165cm, about a size 12, with long dark hair. She wore a one piece dress and he instantly noticed the red stiletto heeled boots she wore. As she walked he felt mesmerised, like he was frozen in place and could not move, like he was prey being stalked by his hunter. He was sure it was Michelle.

The cute waitress was confused about Paul's lack of attention to her presence as Michelle approached and cut off the awkward silence.

"We'll have 2 cappuccinos please" Michelle took the liberty of ordering for him.

The waitress paused for a moment with a blank look on her face before turning to walk away without saying a word. Paul remained silent, his usual suave and charming demeanour seemingly stuck like a word on his tongue he just couldn't think of. Michelle removed her large dark shades to reveal a pair of sexy hazel eyes as she sat in the chair next to Paul and crossed her right leg over her left giving Paul just a glimpse of her creamy smooth skin above her knee.

Eventually Paul's surprise at his captivation eased and they shared a light hearted conversation, joking and laughing. After about 30 minutes Michelle brought this part of their meeting to an end as abruptly as it had started.

"Well, I like what I see so it's time to get this show on the road. My hotel room is right around the corner. 300 dollars for 2 hours, yes?" Michelle fingered 6 crisp $50 notes from her purse and almost waved them teasingly at Paul who simply nodded and followed her lead, getting up from the table. Suddenly she stopped and turned to face Paul, they stood close and Paul could smell her intoxicating perfume.

"Before we go, did you bring what I asked?" "Yes" Paul replied "And now having met me, you're willing to submit to me completely?" "Absolutely!" Paul said with a little more enthusiasm than he had planned to show

Grabbing his hand, Michelle took the lead and walked along the street toward her hotel. The walk was silent but only took a few minutes and within 10 they were walking inside her room. The room was simple but clean and Paul noted she had laid some items out around the room already. Michelle shut the door behind them and leaned herself against it, looking Paul up and down and her friendly demeanour seemed to float away as the look on her face took on a lustful tone.

"Get your clothes off whore" She commanded.

Paul felt a surge in his groin at being called a whore and immediately started to strip. He paused at his CK briefs but quick eye contact with Michelle told him he should continue. He stood there naked as the day he was born and the realisation of her being still fully clothed hit home and Paul's hands moved to cover his already half hard and drooling member. Michelle approached and smacked his hands away but said nothing. She touched his cock, wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed hard. She kneaded his balls in her hand before walking around to his back side. She squeezed his ass cheeks as if inspecting them. Walking back to his front she leaned in and licked his nipple. Michelle heard the sharp intake of breath and could tell he liked what she was doing. Backing her lips away she pinched his nipple lightly and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed harder and ordered him to his knees.

Michelle sat on the edge of the bed as Paul knelt in front of her. She struggled to cross her leg over the other due to their distance and in the movement rubbed the toe of her boot on his cock which responded by jumping with joy. Michelle took a mental note of that as she lit up a cigarette and began laying out her rules for their encounter.

"You will call me Mistress for the next 2 hours. If I ask you a question, you will answer 'yes'. I don't like hearing the word no. I will punish you if you do something I don't like but I'll probably punish you if you don't, just because I want to. I want you to touch me, when you're not handcuffed that is, but watch what you do. You will remember that I am paying for your time so you do whatever I want. Got that whore?" Michelle dragged on her cigarette between spelling it all out.

"Yes" Paul answered, eager to get started.

Slap! Michelle slapped his face, unexpected to Paul. 

"Yes what?" She asked.

"Sorry, Yes Mistress" Paul corrected.

"That's better. Now take this." Michelle said as she handed Paul a small pill and a glass of water.

"What is it Mistress, I'm not taking drugs." Paul said.

"It's just a herbal supplement, it will keep you hard for my time with you, no matter how many times you cum. Now take it slut." She commanded.

Paul considered it for a moment but thought that she could be trusted and took the pill and swallowed it with a small amount of water.

"That's good bitch" Michelle said as she placed the water back on the bedside table. She began swinging her foot up and down and side to side kicking his cock and balls lightly as she finished her cigarette. Paul enjoyed the sensation and was soon completely hard and leaking pre-cum, the liquid smearing on the shiny red leather. Michelle leaned down and took hold of Paul's cock and squeezed it hard. She wiped the pre-cum on an unstained part of her boot and moved her leg along the tip of his cock leaving a streak up the boot. Resting her leg back on top of the other she let go of his cock and sat back.

"You obviously like my boots on your whore cock, you left a mess on them. Lick them clean." 

Paul didn't respond, he just bent down onto all fours and started to lick those sexy boots. He could taste his pre-cum on them and Michelle moved her foot so he could lick the sole. Moving it further up she presented her heel to him which he took in his mouth. Michelle pushed it in further, pressing her freshly licked sole into his forehead. 

"That's it whore, suck it like a cock!"

When she thought it was enough Michelle pushed Paul backwards and swapped her legs over.

"Get back up here bitch" She ordered.

The whole scenario started again with Michelle manipulating more of Paul's pre-cum onto her boots and him licking it off.

"You really are a filthy cum whore aren't you?" Michelle asked breathlessly, obviously turned on but what she had just had Paul do.

"Yes Mistress" came his answer.

"Well don't worry my slut, you'll be getting plenty of cum in your whore mouth but first you are going to get some of mine!" With that she leaned back and lifted her leg up placing her foot on Paul's shoulder as he got close Michelle could feel his hot breath on her inner thigh and she quivered with desire but she wanted him to beg. She wanted to hear him beg to taste her. From their phone conversation Paul knew what she wanted.

"Please Mistress" he pleaded. "Please let me pleasure you with my mouth Mistress" His desire was genuine.

"What are you going to do to pleasure me with your mouth slut?" she quizzed playfully

"I'm going to lick you and suck you until you cum in my mouth Mistress"

"Where are you going to lick me whore?" Paul knew what she wanted.

"I want to lick your ass for you Mistress" this was once again a genuine answer.

Michelle let him move in slightly and then pushed him back again, teasing him, digging the heel into his upper chest. The pain was exquisite and Paul pushed against it harder to try and get to her. 

"Please Mistress, please let me use your tongue on your pussy and ass"

Michelle continued to tease him and slid her fingers underneath her silk panties and started playing with herself. She wasn't surprised at how wet she was as the power she held was turning her on immensely not to mention that her whore was physically appealing to her.

"PLEASE Mistress let me eat you!" Paul's pleas becoming more and more urgent.

Michelle removed her fingers and wiped a long slither of her juices along her inner thigh and eased the pressure of her boot off a little. Paul pushed hard against it to lick the juices from her smooth skin and moaned as he tasted her flavour. Michelle's other boot hooked around the back of Paul's head and pulled him roughly into her so his face was squashed against her still panty clad pussy. She gyrated her hips as he moaned and it all served to make her even wetter. Again pushing Paul back roughly, Michelle stood and turned around. She did not offer Paul any instruction or order but simply stood with her nicely rounded bum staring him in the face. Paul remembered her instruction to touch her and reached up and put his hands on her heavenly body for the first time. He gently squeezed her cheeks and ran his fingers along the crease between her cheek and her upper thigh, tickling her slightly.

Michelle began pulling her underwear down and Paul helped her step out of them. She reached back and took hold of Paul with what little hair he had and began bending over. She manouvered herself onto the bed, on all fours while holding his head mere inches from her behind. Paul knew what she wanted and he wanted to give it to her.

"Please let me worship your gorgeous ass Mistress!" he said with gusto.

"You may, but do a good job whore or there's no pussy for you" with that Michelle let go of his head. Paul dove right in and began eating her in a frenzy. He would normally tease and lead into it when he did this sort of thing but Michelle had made him crazy for it. She was obviously enjoying it with her moans and even screams as she thrashed her head and long dark hair around. A few times Michelle reached back and grabbed Paul by the back of the head and pushed her ass into his face. When she did this, Paul darted his tongue inside her puckered little hole as far as he could and tongue fucked her for all he was worth. Michelle was playing with her clit and it didn't take long for her to shudder with her first orgasm. As she fell forward on the bed Paul scooted forward and began kissing her skin and letting his hands roam on her body, underneath her dress as she came down from her high.

It didn't take long for Michelle to recover and she turned over to lie on her back ordering Paul to get on the bed next to her. They lay next to each other on the bed and she pulled his head to her still heaving breasts. Paul thought they were amazing. He buried his face in them as she pushed on the back of his head and he thought he might suffocate. He felt her hand pushing his legs apart and take hold of his cock and squeeze it HARD. He moaned into her soft ample cleavage which caused a moan from her in return. Pushing him onto his back Michelle stayed next to Paul with some of her body weight resting on him. She began removing her bra and sat up to peel her dress off along with the bra. She came back to her position and once again his vision was encased in breasts. This time he was thrilled to have access to her nipples as well. 

Her hands began pulling on his balls, stretching them tight away from his cock. She was using two hands on him now and eventually her fingers found their way to his ass. As one hand played with his cock and balls she worked a finger, then two into his ass using only some spit as lube. Paul subconsciously spread his legs further apart which brought a moan from Michelle.

"That's it slut, spread your legs like a good whore" her words only served to make Paul harder and all of a sudden he became aware of his impending orgasm. Michelle seemed to sense it too and eased the pressure off his cock continuing to work her fingers in and out of his ass.

"I can't wait to fuck you bitch" Michelle exclaimed as Paul nibbled gently on one of her nipples. This went on for a while, Michelle bringing Paul to the edge of cumming countless times but never allowing him the release he was now craving. Michelle eventually moved onto her back and pulled Paul over her.

"Get on your knees next to me slut" Michelle showed some impatience with Paul's movement. She pushed his head down to her crotch and spread her legs wide. Her smooth pussy looked glorious and he wanted to dive right in but though it better to take his time this time. He began licking all around without touching her pussy and Michelle's moans and whispers of "yes" and "fuck" served only to encourage him. She began spanking his ass hard and every now and then lightly smacking his balls too. After leaving his head she grabbed his cock and worked it furiously while spanking him. He started to work his tongue on her pussy but still teasing her clit when he felt a cool liquid on his ass. She was working a generous amount of lube onto Paul's ass and working her fingers in again. Within no time he was moaning into her pussy and she was working 3 then 4 fingers into him.

"Oh you fucking WHORE! You LOVE it in the ass don't you. You must love sucking cock too seeing as though you love the taste of cum. I can't wait to see you suck cock for me whore. Maybe I could take ownership of you and become your pimp! Yessss that'd be fucking hot! I could whore you out to suck cock all day!"

Michelle's pussy flooded as she said those words and she pinched Paul's nipple and shoved her fingers into him hard which caused Paul to moan loudly.

"Oh so you like that idea bitch?! Me being your pimp? I could tie you down and organise a gangbang! Make you take cock for hours! But seeing as though you're such a cheap whore I don't think I'd make much money off you!"

Michelle had told Paul about this commentary on the phone so he was expecting it. It was obviously part of her fantasy to say these things. What surprised Paul was how much it turned him on. He was so close to cumming it was crazy. He felt Michelle tense up and start to cum and she pushed his head down and ground herself against his chin. He moaned and tried to alert her he was close to cumming but his moans were lost inside of her. Suddenly she bucked wildly and holding his head she began cumming hard. She squirted straight into his mouth and screamed at him to swallow her cum which he did like it was the last drink on earth. As she spasmed her vice like grip on his cock tightened and he erupted the biggest load of cum he had ever before all over her glorious tits. He collapsed along side of her but she held his head tight between her legs almost smothering him in her drenched pussy, letting go after she had calmed down.

"Get up here you fucking whore. I didn't tell you you could cum so fucking clean it up with your slut mouth right now." Her grip now in his hair pulling his face to her tits.

It took a good 5 minutes to lick up all of his cum and she shared it with him numerous times as they kissed passionately. Finally Michelle pushed him off and rose, ordering Paul up onto all fours. She walked over to the bag he had brought and retrieved a paddle and some whips. She smacked the paddle on her thigh as she walked back towards the bed. Paul looked back at her over his shoulder as he waited and thought she looked truly menacing, but sexy at the same time. He had just came harder than he ever had before but his cock was still rock hard. He was amazed and caught a glimpse of the time. It had only been half an hour and all this hand transpired. This is going to be a long 2 hours he thought!

Part 2 to come... 



My MAN, Xavier!



My man, Xavier, can fuck me silly! Stupid silly! I've never been with anyone that can fuck like him! He really knows how to use what he's packing to do me right! It fills my pussy to capacity and feels like is going to pop through my throat! I really love the way his dick feels as it moves in and out of me! But the thing he does that really drives me absolutely crazy is eat me out! Xavier can really go! I literally have to beat him off me! I believe he'd lick my pussy all day long if I let him. Or, if I could stand it!

I remember one day when our schedules worked out to where we were off work on the same day. I woke up early to see our son off to school. After he had gone, I got a Pepsi and watch some television. The movie that was on was in the middle of a love scene. I was getting wet from watching the couple on screen. And felt myself becoming wetter by the minute! It wasn't long until I was fingering my pussy through the bottom of my robe. With my eyes closed and the sounds of lovemaking filling the room from the television, I was imaging that it was me and Xavier entwined in ecstasy! I opened my eyes to look at the couple on the television, but found Xavier standing before me with his beautiful dick pointing right at me, and 'that look' in his eyes. I didn't say a thing! I just opened my robe, placing my boobs and oozing pussy on display for him to see! I looked into his eyes as he stood over me. I eased my arms out of my robe and tossed it to the floor and slid down on the couch. Ready for him to thrust his big dick into me. But I knew better. He was going to eat my pussy first!

Xavier got down between my legs. I watched as he began to lick my inner thighs. Breathing his hot breath on my inflamed pussy lips. I moved myself closer to his mouth. I wanted all of his attention on my pussy. He read my motion correctly, and commenced licking my pussy lightly! I love how he takes his time with me. But I wasn't in the mood for waiting! I grabbed the back of his head and forced his face into my crotch! He immediately began to lick my pussy like a wild man. Feeling his tongue licking and swirling inside of my pussy made me grind myself on him. Then, he did his ultimate thing. Xavier sucked my clit out of its protective shell and began flicking and licking it like crazy! In our years together, I have never been able to handle much if this direct stimulation to my clit. And nothing was changing today! Within seconds, I was squirting hot liquid into his mouth! (YES! I'm a squirter!) I held his head in place and shot one long, gushing stream of cum in his mouth. And as always, he swallowed ever bit of my pussy's offering! The sensitivity of his oral mastery was intense. I couldn't take him continuing. But he grabbed me around my thick thighs and locked himself into his 'devour me' position!

Xavier then flattened his tongue on my clit, and ground it in a circular motion. I always loved and hated this because it would make me squirt even quicker and harder within seconds! And there I was! Squirting my juices so hard into his mouth that it shot out his nose! I was bucked wildly as I came like a ten point earthquake! Xavier just hung on and never stopped licking and swallowing. My head swirled as he concentrated on my spot just below my clit. I was thankful that he saw to give my clit just a little rest. But soon, the intensity was building inside of me, again. And I was ready for a good, long, deep orgasm! When it hit, my mind went berserk! Bright colors flashed in my mind as a feeling of euphoria pulsed and ecstasy ran through my body. These types of my orgasms are my favorite! My body tenses and, only for some slight twitching, I become immobile. I hear my loud moans as he continues to lick my spot. As soon as I can't take the sensitivity anymore, he switches back to my clit. And I erupted instantly! This time hot pulses of my juices shoot out of me with uncontrollable force! Drenching Xavier and the couch with each heavy squirt!

I push his face away from my crotch, only to have him shove his big, swollen dick in my wrecked box! Xavier knows what needs to be done, and began to pound his dick deep into my pussy. As he does, he rubs my clit with his thumb. Sending sweet sensations of sexual bliss tingling through my nerves. Before long, I cum again! By now, my pussy was so hot and wrecked that I needed SEX to stop! But not Xavier! He grabbed my boobs and dug in. He pounded my pussy harder and faster. Sending the delightful pain of the pleasure against my cervix. I couldn't take no more! I squeezed my pussy walls around his dick and came hard! Just as my orgasm started I felt his dick thicken and erupt! Xavier held his dick deep inside me as it filled me with load after load of his hot cream. As he did, he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Prolonging my orgasm for minutes! Xavier pulled his awesome man meat out of me, but wasn't finished. Quickly, his face was back between my thighs and licking me to another squirt frenzy!

Five orgasms is my limit at one time, so I really needed for him to let me rest. But not Xavier! He likes to keep me warmed up. We positioned ourselves on the living room floor with Xavier behind me. With me lying flat on the floor, Xavier slid his dick into my spent pussy, keeping me close to blissfulness until I could handle more severe fucking! He licked and kissed my shoulders and neck. And soon, I was ready for his 'fuck me stick' to pulverized my aching pussy! Five more orgasms came and went as he did exactly that. But I knew he would have to mount me the way he loves me! Ass up and elbows down! I eagerly moved into position. Xavier had cum once, so I knew this was gonna be his marathon fuck! I took a deep breath and braced myself for the inevitable! The mind numbing, cervix bruising, and pussy splitting pounding he always gives me in this position!

Xavier grabbed my plump, round ass and pounded my pussy into oblivion for what seemed like an hour! The pleasure of the pain was remarkable! I was slipping in and out of consciousness when I felt one hard push against my cervix! Xavier hot, 'get me pregnant' cream spew from his dick! Again, my body quaked as another orgasm took control. I collapsed to the floor. Spent of all my strength.

After an hour of rest, I moved back onto the couch and my man sat next to me. Xavier held me in his arms and softly kissed my shoulder and neck as we watched television. As was sat watching, another love scene appeared on the television. I looked to see Xavier's dick slowing getting hard. Which was a good thing, too! I was feeling the familiar trickle of my juices beginning to flow down my inner thighs. I looked at Xavier and smiled. Big Papa was gonna handle more of my business! What a day!



My Manda



Derek let Amanda precede him into the apartment. He shut the door behind himself, turning the dead bolt and fastening the chain: signals to Nate. He crossed the living room to where she stood and knelt at her feet. If he'd been a little quicker on the uptake, he could have been here two weeks ago. She'd told him then to kneel and he, ignorant and untrained, had asked "Neil who?" God, he was an idiot.

Her hand rested on the top of his head. 

"We're not going to do anything crazy," she said, "not tonight. I want you to tell me if there's a problem. You can say red, if you want to be all proper about it, but if you say stop or don't or ouch or anything that sounds like any of those things, I'm going to stop. Understand?"

He nodded, a surge of what Nate would call performance anxiety rushing through him. He wasn't afraid of what she might do to him, not really. He was afraid that when she was done doing it, she'd call him vanilla again and walk away.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

He shut the bedroom door too, for good measure. He checked the room to make sure everything was in its place, though of course it was. He'd even changed the sheets that morning. Just in case.

"Strip."

He unbuttoned his shirt, his cock responding like it had when she'd watched him undress earlier. By the time he got his pants off, it was protruding from his boxers, trying to find a way out through the fly and into her pussy. He put his hands on the waistband of his boxers and looked at her. She hadn't even stepped out of her shoes, was doing nothing but watch him undress, a tinge of impatience coloring her features. 

"All of it."

He shucked the boxers. There was an untidy pile of his clothes on the floor, almost more disturbing to him than standing naked before her unflinching gaze.

"Hands behind your head. Legs apart." She circled him. "Eyes forward," she added, when he tried to follow her movements.

Blindly, he felt her hands trace his body, roaming over his back and the curve of his ass, slipping between his legs, cupping his balls, testing his biceps, tweaking his nipples, stroking firmly across his abs. Circling, looking, touching.

She came to stand behind him, her body snug against his. Her breath warmed his neck. She snaked a hand around him, resting it on his abdomen. Below it, his cock bounced up, straining towards what it couldn't touch, what it yearned to be touched by. She put her mouth where his shoulder joined his neck and kissed the skin there sweetly, then sank her teeth into it - hard, sharp, shearing. He jumped, a sound of pained surprise nearly escaping him. She licked the pain point, eliciting another noise that he wasn't able to contain, this one small and helpless. His head leaned back to find hers, needing something to keep him solid.

Her mouth remained on his shoulder, alternately kissing and sucking, cruelly teasing the wound and then mercifully soothing it. His attention narrowed to that single area, the rush of sensation when she bit and the vacuum of release. Then her fingers found his nipple. Women had touched his nipples before but never - 

"Shit."

She arrested all movement, lifting her head.

"Shit good," he said, sucking in air between the words. "Not shit bad." She lowered her head back to its work. Her fingers pinched his nipple again, twisting it harder, sending a second, stronger jolt of electric energy to his cock. God, he'd never known anything could feel like that. The pain coursed from his nipple through his nerves somehow arriving at his cock as an unbearable burst of pleasure. His cock danced with every bite, every tweak. To stand still was excruciating.

"Fuck." Her other hand had closed around the base of his cock, holding him firmly by the balls. The pleasure and pain fused together into a new sensation he didn't have a name for.

She laughed against his neck. "Fuck good?"

"Fuck so good," he managed, the words turning into moans. Fuck, so good. Forever. She could do this to him forever.

It was like she'd been waiting for that thought. She dropped all contact abruptly, making him moan in a different way. She circled him again, this time stopping in front of him.

"What am I supposed to say when I like something?" he asked, a trace of sanity seeping back into his brain.

"This isn't about what you like, puppy. Have you forgotten that?"

He had. He'd totally forgotten that. Because so far . . .

"Undress me."

God, yes. He knelt to undo the buckles of her shoes, lifting her feet out of them one at a time. He slid his hands up her legs until they found the hem of her dress. He rose, taking the hem with him: over her ass, over her breasts, over her head. Amanda stood in front of him wearing only yellow cotton panties and a simple, white bra.

He dropped to his knees, overcome by the impossibility of touching her everywhere he wanted to touch her. He pressed his mouth into her navel. His arms wrapped around her waist, his hands trailing down to cup her ass, his mouth following a similar downward trend towards that warm moistness he could already smell.

She tapped the top of his head. "Start at the top," she said, her voice amused.

He reached up to unhook her bra, reluctant to leave the pussy he'd finally gotten so close to, but when her breasts popped free, they were just as magnetic. He stood, and for a moment his eyes met hers and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her, a single, gulping kiss of gratitude. Then his eyes and mouth lowered to those breasts. 

He'd never had Nate's instinctive way with women, had always wished they came with better instructions, something he could memorize, practice, follow - a rating system, a means of measuring, an equation or set of guiding principles, anything to teach him what Nate claimed was too personal to be generalized. Now, here, with Amanda, he understood what he was meant to do: worship.

So much beautiful Amanda skin, pale white where her climbing clothes covered, freckled where they didn't, surprisingly soft everywhere. Her nipples were reddish brown peaks atop snow-white mountains. Her rib cage was hard, her abdomen tight, her chest moved steadily as her breathing increased. He covered every inch of her with mouth and hands, no thoughts about whether he was doing it right. No thoughts at all, only the need to be touching her finally fulfilled.

He pulled her panties down to her ankles. When she lifted a foot to step out of them, the scent of her pussy curled out from between her legs. He forgot about the panties, his nose instinctively seeking out the source of that scent. God, so wet. Visibly, glisteningly wet. And beautiful. The tuft of reddish blonde hair, the lips below, fat with arousal, the opening between them, calling for his tongue, his nose, his cock.

Don't just stare at it, he told himself. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and sank towards her just as she grabbed him by the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him away. He almost resisted, fighting an internal battle between pleasing her and pleasing her.

"I can't do this standing up," she said. "Not if you're doing it right. Get on the bed."

He knelt on the bed, uncertain where she wanted him, figuring kneeling was a safe choice. She put a hand on his chest and pressed him backwards until he was lying flat on his back. Then she moved over him, a knee on each side, and - 

Oh God.

O-god, o-god, o-god. 

Amanda's pussy on his face. That slick heat surrounding him, the purple folds rubbing against his chin, that hard nubbin, fat and wet between his lips. Thank God Nate had taught him not to go too hard, too fast because he wanted it, wanted to suck every fold of her pussy into him, wanted to crush that clit, to roll it, lick it, suck it, eat it whole. And then he knew that she wasn't asking him to hold back and he forgot about Nate and thought only of how much of her he could touch, stroke, please. He should be smothered in Amanda pussy but she was holding some of her weight off him and he didn't want her to; he wanted to be smothered. He curved his arms around her hips and forced her into him, into his mouth. He felt her body slump and slid his hands up her rib cage, holding her steady as she rocked into his mouth, directing him, suffocating him. That feeling of breathlessness again. Amanda air.

His cock was screaming, begging, bobbing and jerking. Touch me, touch me, please God, touch me. But he couldn't wrest even a sliver of attention free from the drive to inhale every drop of her juices and tease out more. She was writhing against him, her torso held solid by his arms, her hips jerking into his face. She was whimpering and he wanted to whimper too but there was no breath for that. And then she reached behind her and twisted his already sore nipple and he screamed up into her and she came, her knees trapping his head right where she wanted it, her rib cage expanding in his hands. 

She rolled off him onto her back. He could hear her breathing. He could feel his cock beating along with her breaths. He was lightheaded from lack of air and tired from holding her up and if she didn't touch him soon he might go crazy. He got to his knees. He looked down at her.

"Amanda?"

She opened her eyes. She looked at his cock swaying side to side a few inches from her face and smiled. "In all that research you did, did you read anything about orgasm denial?"

He nodded.

"Did it turn you on?"

"Right now, anything would turn me on. I'm permanently turned on." He put his hands behind his back because they were going to start stroking his cock if she didn't. Arousal without contact was cruel. 

She laughed. She was in a good mood now. She ran one insufficient fingertip down the shaft of his cock.

"Got a condom?"

He had a whole box of condoms. He'd bought a brand new box special for her, not wanting her to feel like she was one condom out of a box to him. He put one on with shaky hands.

"Lie back." She positioned herself over him again, lower down this time. "You don't come until I tell you to come, right? That's rule number two."

He nodded. Rule number one: stay where I put you. Rule number two: don't come until I tell you to come. Rules were good, structured. As long as she was on top of him, rule number two should be safe. He never came this way.

She slid down onto him. Friction - finally - warmth and tightness. He wished he could feel her wetness on his dick but he could feel it against his balls and stomach as she settled onto him. She grabbed his hands with hers and lifted them over his head, pinning them against the mattress. 

"Stay," she warned him.

She sat upright and began to pleasure herself on his cock. Her body danced, the sensuous undulations not for him, but for herself. Rocking, twisting, lifting her hips only inches before grinding back down against him, she used him without taking note of him. Her lips parted in a half-smile of concentrated contentment, her eyes fluttering open and shut. Her breasts swung and shivered with her rhythm. A sort of hum came from her, as though she were singing the song she was dancing to.

He'd been wrong about not coming. So little movement, but so much stimulation. The slide of her wet lips against his pelvis alone could make him come. If she touched him, he would come. If she told him to come, he would come. If he didn't close his eyes, he was going to come, because the look on her face was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. 

"Look at me," she said, her eyes flickering open when his closed. "Watch me come."

There was nothing he wanted more, and so he held onto that, that thought, and he held onto what was left of his control, and he watched her eyes close hard and her mouth open wider, heard the deep inhale that flooded her chest and the choked-off squeak as her head tipped back and her body collapsed forward, her hands finding his where she'd put them.

She laced her fingers through his and turned her face into his neck and said "your turn," and then she put her mouth on the bite mark she'd made and he pumped his hips up into her, desperately reaching, and the bottom fell out of reality and he fell through the hole it left.

Somewhere on the other side of reality, her hair was around his face and his mouth was against her throat and his cock was pulsing inside of her like one orgasm wasn't going to be enough.

"My mistress," he said, brushing the tears gathering in his eyes against her check. "My Manda."

*****

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My Mandie



Mandie pranced from the ladies room to her stool, next to the guy she had been flirting with. The skirt of her dress flitted and flowed with each step of her high-heel encased feet. I watched my beautiful young wife as she lowered her pretty bottom on to the stool and swung her long tanned legs toward him. I noticed a quick flash of bare skin where her almost transparent g-string panties had been a few minutes earlier. Glancing around the room, I could see that I wasn’t the only one taking in the show. 

Mandie’s reddish-brown hair looked like burnished brass and copper as it caught the lights of the bar.

As they talked, nearly nose to nose, I saw her take his hand and guide it between her thighs. Then she parted her legs slightly. The excited look on her face told me that he was playing with her. The large grin on his face told me that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

Mandie and I had been playing this dangerous teasing game for several months. It started one night when she told me that Mike, her boss, had commented that he liked it that she didn’t wear hose everyday. She worked for a 7 person publishing company that produced a number of adult oriented “letters’ magazines. Her job was receptionist and general clerk. Along with greeting guests, mostly aspiring authors and photographers, she set up appointments, ordered office supplies and covered for her boss when he decided to take the day off.

We usually got free copies of the magazines and often read them to each other, critiquing and making fun of some of them. One day she had told me of a letter they were going to publish where a guy would take his wife to a bar and she would flirt around and maybe do a little cock teasing then they would go home and make wild passionate love. Nobody got hurt in the little game and she was always careful that the guy she was toying with got enough attention that he had a good time for the night.

I told her that I really liked that story and would love to see her flirting with some stranger sometime. 

One night we went to a party hosted by the boss. The guests were the usual business associates, printers, advertisers, contributors and other vendors and suppliers, as well as sales people from the distribution companies. Mandie was busy for the first hour or so greeting people and mingling with the employees and guests. She wore a forest green satin slip dress, a gift from Mike that came to about mid-thigh and had a slit all the way up her left hip. It was backless and the top consisted of two panels that draped around her neck and plunged to the very low waist where they were separated by about 3 inches of bare flesh. When she bent over or shook her shoulders in any way her 34c boobs jiggled erotically. I could see that her nipples were hard most of the night. As I observed her I noticed several of the guests kissed her and she got a lot of compliments. My cock was hard all night as I watched my beautiful wife move through the party.

As we drove home that night I told her how hot she looked and that it reminded me of that letter we had read. She was more than a little tipsy and admitted that she had been having fun, but she said that she could never do like the girl in the letter. I told her that I thought she could and if she would do a good job of it I’d give her a special weekend in Vegas. She loves Vegas, and could spend hours people watching and playing the nickel slots. She was just drunk enough to take me up on the offer. 

Since it was midnight, I quickly pulled into the crowded parking lot of a busy looking club. I stopped in front of the main entrance and gave her a twenty and told her I’d see her in a little while.

It took several minutes to find a parking space and by the time I got into the club it had been fifteen minutes since I had last seen Mandie. I found a table in the corner where I could keep an eye on the proceeding s with out being seen myself. Three guys were talking to her and making no effort to conceal that they were trying to get as good a view as possible. There was a glass in front of her, empty except for the ice, and one in her hand. As she talked she kept laughing and brushing back her hair and touching the guys on their arms and shoulders. The shimmer of her gold jewelry was very beautiful against her silky skin.

After a little while it became clear that the alpha male of the group had won out. The other two guys sort of drifted away to hunt for more likely game and Mr. A stayed with my wife. There was no dance floor, so they just sat and talked. At one point I saw him rub the back of his hand across her breasts and her nipples stood right up. They then kissed and he openly put his hand inside her top and cupped one of her tits. I felt precum boiling from my raging cock as I watched my wife respond to his kiss.

He then took her hands in his and said something to her. I saw her give a little pout and shake her head no. She held up her wedding ring and said something. He laughed good-naturedly and shrugged his shoulders. They then got up and headed toward the restrooms. I saw them stop in the nearly dark hallway and they kissed again. His hand found its way into the slit of her dress and he pulled her towards him as he mashed his groin into her belly. Finally they separated and went into the restrooms. She called me on my cell-phone.

“Hi baby, are you here yet?”

“Yeah, I’ve been watching you and mister stud for a while. I’m at a table over by the fire exit.”

“Okay, I didn’t see you. He wanted me to go out to his car with him but I said no.”

“What did he have in the car for you?”

“I think he had hands and a cock in there for me. But I reminded him that I’m married.”

I saw that the guy had emerged from the head and was standing in the hall, looking toward the bar area.

“Good girl. He’s waiting for you in the hallway. Are you ready to leave? You certainly earned that weekend in Vegas.”

“Go stand by the entrance, I’ll be ready in a second.”

I stood by the entrance and watched the hall. Mandie emerged from the restroom putting her phone back into her purse. Mr. Stud put his arm around her immediately. She said something and motioned in my direction. The guy walked all the way up to me with his arm around my wife. 

“Well, Dude, here’s your lady. My name’s Todd. I was just keeping her company, playing bodyguard for her.”

“Yeah, he was guarding my body.” She stood on her tiptoes to give him a French kiss.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on her. Sometimes she gets a little crazy if I leave her alone too long.” I shook his hand.

“I just got a call from Mel. We’re at the wrong place. He gave me directions but we need to get over there right away.” The look in her eyes told me that she wasn’t quite keeping up with my little ruse. Luckily she wasn’t thinking fast enough to say anything before I whisked her out of the place.

We had our weekend in Vegas and Mandie managed to pay all of our expenses with a string of small jackpots.

A week after that she came to me as we were getting to bed. She was nude and showed me that she had shaved her pussy that day. 

“You know, you’ve been asking me to shave her for a long time, and now I’ve done it…what do you think?”

“I love it.” I said as I admired its smoothness.

“What do I have to do to earn a trip to the Bahamas? Mike offered to take me there for a trade show next month and I really want to go.”

“Well, you could start by going out to the Surfwind in a sexy dress tomorrow night.”

So here I am sitting in the Surfwind waiting for Mandie. She just went out to the parking lot with a tall blonde guy who wanted to show her his etchings, or tattoos, or something…

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My Mans Lover



I just remembered that I need to stop at the store on the way home from work. Tomorrow starts the last weekend of the month which is when my man's lover will be joining us for the night. Donna usually brings a few loads of laundry which I usually end up doing naked, with my pussy and ass plugged, while my man watches her show off the various new panty and bra sets she purchased during the last month.

Well, for a 32 year old single mother, she does have a perfectly proportionate curvy ass with large breasts. My man loves when I braid her long, wavy hair. I suppose it gives him more of an anchor when he's pounding her doggy style. She mentioned she has to shop in the plus sized lingerie store. My man loves his women curvy. She definitely isn't fat, just curvy. Her olive colored skin looks beautiful against her dark red lipstick, always worn on a smile.

When she was over last month, I watched as he tied 4 pairs of her Un-laundered thongs together. I sucked on his cock while he took his time carefully feeding the the chain of panties into her vagina until about 4 inches hung out. He then told me to hold onto the end, with my teeth, so it didn't get lost up there while his cock explored her fully stuffed pussy. Like a gentleman, he allowed her to cum first. She layed on our dining room table with her ass hanging off the side while I squatted underneath, trying to keep her panties from getting lost while my mans cock exploded somewhere far deep inside her. I spent the next half hour entertaining him through another erection while I slowly pulled her panties out, licking every bit of cum off. Then I did two loads of her laundry. 

Maybe I should provide some background information. I call him "my man" because he is mine. Nobody elses. He provides everything for me. He cooks, cleans, pays bills, works hard, and treats me like gold. He caters to my every whim, massages me every night before bed and is my best friend, as well as my best lover. We have a perfect relationship as he informs me daily how much he worships and adores me. Because I am confident in his love for me, I wanted to explore a threesome with another woman. He expressed excitement and gratitude but he also wanted to make it clear that I was the only one for him. Period. 

It took well over a year before we found Donna. Donna lives 2 hours away but travels through our town while dropping off her daughter with her ex-husband for the week. Donna happened to stop by our garage sale and purchased a desk my man refinished to sell. We exchanged phone numbers as she pointed out she loved my mans work and needed a dresser. A few months later, I called to offer her a dresser he had just refinished and she made plans to stop in the next time she passed through. My man wasn't home at the time and I invited Donna inside for a glass of wine while she waited. We laughed and got to know a little about each other-enough for me to form the opinion that she was a decent, hard-working, single and attractive mother that really didn't have much of a life outside of parenting and working as a waitress in a well known Pittsburgh restaurant. I was also slightly jealous of her body and the way she could show off her breasts and ass without looking slutty. It suddenly occurred to me that she could be the one. I could also tell my man was attracted to her as I watched him try not to look at her cleavage and watch her ass as she walked in front of him. 

Later that night, he pleasured me by gently licking my pussy and ass while I watched TV. I asked if he was attracted to Donna and if he could see himself dining on her pussy too. It was quickly decided I would give her a call and just "let the chips fall where they may." I feared instant rejection as I gently explained what we were looking and hoping for. I made it clear, " No emotional attachment what-so-ever. " I explained how I wanted to give "this experience" to my man and that most of his attention would be for her. I promised her that he could please her any way she wanted and she could experience a "spa-like" day of relaxation and pleasure. To our delight, she agreed.

Our first encounter was a month later and relatively soft-core. We got a luxury hotel, and filled it with candles and plenty of wine to help lessen the awkwardness. But there really wasn't any. We listened to music, learned more about her, soaked in the hot tub and had a casual threesome. We sixty-nined while my man switched back and forth between our pussies and we both licked his shaft until he came, which of course was mine to swallow.

Our second encounter was much of the same only this time my man fingered her ass while he was fucking me. I also spent some time licking her ass and sucking her breasts while she rode his cock.

We felt comfortable with Donna enough that we invited her into our home for the third encounter. This time we planned it as a sleep-over so she could stay later and drink more wine. I began to enjoy just sitting back and observing my man take her. He always pulled out of her dripping vagina so I could finish him off in my mouth. He enjoyed watching me swallow his cum and she really wasn't into it. We ordered in Chinese food and watched movies while we took breaks from all the sex. She always slept in the guest bedroom. She always maintained our boundaries. 

Donna had become a more regular addition to our sex life and our home for one night every month. We didn't really talk much about her and our relationship with her stayed superficial. We didn't know about her family, or her personal life. When Donna left, it was nothing more than a kiss on the cheek between us all and a "hope to see you next time." No emotion.

We began to help her out a little by giving her a randomly selected gift card before leaving. She never asked us for it, but it just made us feel good. She expressed sincere gratitude and it probably gave her even more reason to return each month. During the remainder weeks, my man stayed true to his word. I was still his #1 in every way, shape, and form. In fact, he became even more tender and loving. It was because of this, I completely enjoyed making his fantasies come true. I could give him away for one night, because I always had the rest.

A few months ago, Donna had worked a lot of overtime and asked if it would be alright if she were to bring some laundry along. I had no problem with this, it was just another way to help her relax while spending time with us. While the three of us played a game of cards, naked of course, a bet was made that the loser had to spend the rest of the night, and following morning, as a house maid and sex slave. The thought of this turned me on so much that I purposely lost and not only did her laundry, but sexually slaved for them both. I licked her pussy to prepare it for my man, rubbed her feet while she sucked his dick, started a shower for them to enjoy and presented warm towels fresh from the dryer when they were finished. I made their coffee, cleaned up after breakfast and went back and forth orally pleasuring them while she sat on his lap and watched the morning news. 

In fact, I really liked this role. After all, Donna is only with us for about 24 hours. Allowing my man to explore every inch of another woman was keeping him happy and did not seem to harm our relationship in any way. After some kinky bedroom discussion one evening she was not with us, my man admitted how much it turns him on to see me slave for he and Donna. I agreed to continue this role, if he agreed to worship me the way he always has when she is not around. It was a deal. However, he admitted he would like to turn it up a notch and get much more kinky. Again, I agreed. It actually made me wet the more I thought about it. It was a deal. 

Last month was our 9th monthly visit from my husbands lover. I don't call her Donna anymore. If I'm allowed to speak to her, its "My Man's Lover."

My Man's Lover has also become much more open with her sexuality. For 24 hours, my man makes her feel like a goddess. I know how this feels, so its actually a turn-on for me to watch him treat her this way. She knows he loves anal so she now is comfortable offering her asshole to him by dildoing it first, gaping it out, and teasing his cock with her winking sphincter. The first time she did this, he almost came instantly. While he spread her hole even wider with his fingers and licked the inner rim of her ass, I was on my knees sucking the cum from his cock. 

It was that same night that I did her laundry. She thought it would be exciting to have my man plug both my ass and pussy while I did her laundry. With my holes stretched and plugged, I started taking the laundry basket downstairs when my man caught sight of her panties on top of the pile. He stopped me and playfully picked one off the top of the heap to smell. Apparently he liked the smell of her pussy a lot.

Remember? This is where we started.

Today, I have been directed to pick up some groceries, wine, laundry detergent, and a $200 gift card to Lane Bryant so My Man's Lover can buy herself more lingerie for my man to fuck her in. I have some sexy pieces I wear around the house sometimes as well. I'm sure he is looking forward to two attractive women, lounging around in practically nothing, worshiping his cock.

By the time I get home, My Man's Lover was already in the shower. We keep a drawer of hygiene products for her, along with a douche and enema she can use to keep herself sparkly clean. I arrive just in time to offer her a warm towel, fresh from the dryer. I am greeted with a huge smile, a warm naked hug, and kiss on the cheek. She wraps a towel around her head and heads out to the kitchen. Her red painted toes travel barefoot across my kitchen floor and into my mans arms. He reaches down to squeeze her ass cheek and I watch his finger slide up and disappear into her hole. She squirms and lets out a giggle. 

"I just can't seem to keep your kinky man's fingers out of my ass!" she says with a playful smile. Wiggling herself away, she takes the towel from her head and shakes her hair out loose. My man and I are both still clothed but she has no problem walking around my kitchen, with her large breasts and thick hips and ass. His eyes are glued to her ass. Without even looking up, he let's me know what's on his mind.

"Braid her hair for me please, my love. Oh, how I enjoy pulling it tight as I impale her." He disappears to the bathroom to take his shower.

"I have to say it's been a busy month! My daughter was sick for a few days and I had to keep her home from school. I miss her so much during the time she is with her father but I have to say that my first night spent after leaving her, with you guys, is what keeps me sane. I feel a sense of relaxation and renewal that I have never been able to find anywhere else. I truly appreciate and adore both of you." My Man's Lover confides. 

We've heard this before. Her display of gratitude is another reason I enjoy being her servant for a night. It's also the reason I actually become so turned on watching my man pleasuring her and how I can allow her to please him. She's endearing. 

When my man returns, he sits naked on the couch and leans back with his hands behind his head to signify the end of his work week and the beginning of his fun. "Come here Donna. Sit on my lap and tell me how horny you've been for me this past month."

Still nude, she climbs upon his lap and sits on her knees facing him.

His hands on each of her breasts, she begins to tell him of a masturbation scenario while he lifts them, separates each one of them, then puts his lips around a nipple. As he releases his suction, I see his tongue circle her nipple erection. "Honey, could you please start to warm her up from behind? That would be great. Oh, and don't forget my balls."

My Man's Lover places her hands on either side of her rump and pulls her crack apart for me to see it all. Underneath her, my mans cock begins to stiffen as his lover reaches down to make sure his scrotum is pulled out from underneath him. His cock is already wanting penetration. But right now it's my job to get them ready. 

My tongue starts with his balls. I'm sure to lick every inch as I move up the base of his cock to the tip. Only sucking just his head for a few seconds, I then move up to the slit of her pussy. My tongue explores into her vagina, then retreats and continues up to the other, tighter hole. Only a few moments spent prodding her ass then I'm back to where I started. After they are both nice and wet, he puts just the head of his cock into her ass. I'm told to concentrate on that spot only, so I obey.

I serviced them both while they engaged in dirty talk, over and over, for what seemed like at least a half hour.

My man does not kiss his lover. And she does not kiss him. It's forbidden. Instead, he messages her breasts and listens to her describe her newest vibrator at home. She mentions that she thinks she may have peed while she was in the midst of an intense orgasm. She had to wash her bedding and felt slightly embarrassed about this. However, my man expressed his wish to see this happen. She expressed concern that this could make a mess on the bedding. Again, he assured her it would not make a mess because he had a plan.

In the extra bedroom, My Man's Lover watched as he inserted a plug in my pussy and another, even larger one, in my ass. He then placed a single piece of extra wide silk tape down the slit of my freshly shaved pussy, sealing my lips closed. Even though I was becoming accustomed to sexual servitude for a 24 hour period, I had never been forbidden to rub my clit before. My clit was already throbbing. I was amazed he was even able to tuck my erect clitoris behind my lips in order to tape them shut! My God! This was torture!

"Oh that must suck!" My Man's Lover exclaimed while examining my plugged holes and unaccessible pussy. While she would be pleased over and over, I would be denied.

"Yes. I want her to suck, sweetie. I want her to suck the juices that flow from you when you cum." This was his plan.

He directed me to lay face up on the bed with my head at the end. My Man's Lover climbed on top in the 69 position while he stood at the end of the bed. Perfect height for him to enter her doggy style. Then, a few large fluffy pillows get tossed on top of me so she can have some padding between our bodies and a place to rest her head, instead of in between my legs. Really? She's going to squirt on my face and still make a mess on the bed?

My man lowers the tip of his cock to my mouth and directs me to begin sucking while he begins to lube her ass. He takes his time fingering her hole, inserting more lube, then more fingers are inserted in preparation for his cock. Taking his cock from my mouth, he begins to slowly push it into her ass, without stopping, until there was nothing left but his sack hanging out. Then I hear, "Sweetheart, I now want your mouth on her pussy and waiting to swallow whatever she squeezes out. See? No mess on the bed." 

My Mans Lover reaches down and parts her lips. She then relaxes her body weight down on my mouth, leaving no possibility for spillage. 

My clit is throbbing. My ass and pussy are completely stretched out but closed for service. I can feel my man changing his tempo from slow and deep, to fast, then hard slams. With my eyes open, I have the view of my man's cock disappearing inside another woman's most private place. My man picks up my arms from beside me and places them on her buttocks. He orders me to hold open her ass cheeks so he can savor the view as well. He is loving this.

Their adventure seems to last forever as they both enjoy the sensations with no regard to me.

Finally, I hear her moan and begin to feel a hot fluid entering my mouth. Afraid I might gag, I quickly swallow. I can now feel her juices pulsating into my mouth with each thrust my man gives to her ass. I swallow again. Then again. This feels so degrading, but I can also feel my clit bursting beneath my taped shut lips. Now I begin to hear him moan, signifying his climax. I feel my man's strength impaling his lover. His cock drives into her hole, delivering his hot load as deep as possible up her ass. Heavy breaths come from both of them as they swim in post orgasmic bliss, still leaving my mouth perfectly sealed around her pussy, clit to vagina. 

Minutes pass. Suddenly she slightly shifts her body forward, and away from him. His partially limp, cum coated cock oozes from her ass and plops directly onto my lips. "Clean it. All the way up to my balls." 

I'm praying his cock is clean. I have never done anything like this before and it felt so degrading, but it was also disturbingly exciting. Without over-thinking it, I immediately opened and swallowed his limp cock as he ordered. Right up to his balls.

I could taste his cum mixed with her ass. I was cleaning off my mans dick after it had just been completely buried up another woman's asshole. 

Her body weight leaves me, but only momentarily. She was just turning around . She had now gotten to her feet and was squatting directly above my head just waiting for me to finish cleaning off her anal toy, which happens to be my man's dick. As she lowers herself closer, I can see her massive, gaping hole. 

My man did this to her ass. It was stretched open and I could see the glistening of cum around the outside and up into her bum. In an instant, he pulls his cock away and that hole was on my mouth. Her hole was gaped so much I could actually feel its rim around the outside of my lips. 

I quickly felt the tape being ripped from my pussy lips. My hands were being placed between my legs. "Yes!" I heard from My Man's Lover, "If she's gonna pleasure herself, she can do it while licking your cum from deep inside my ass."

That is exactly what I did. It only took a matter of seconds for me to explode and with each muscle contraction, I swallow the warm, familiar, salty fluid she pushes out of her ass.

After everyone was satisfied, we spent the remainder of the evening as normal couples do around the house. Only we were three. Just for tonight.

The next morning was spent making breakfast and taking turns with My Man's Lover while sucking my man's cock. I spent most of the time eating his ass while she licked up and down his shaft and balls. Just in time, my man fed me his hot load and ordered me not to swallow. I held it in my mouth, on my tongue. I watched him lift her up onto the counter and spread her legs wide. While savoring the flavor of what lies within my mans testicles, I watched his tongue dart in and out of her vagina. He then moved up to suck her clit and inserted two fingers in her ass. When he began to spread his fingers apart, she began to orgasm. I was then allowed to fully ingest his load.

A few more hours of playing around and servicing them and it was time for My Man's Lover to leave. Her clean, folded laundry all packed up along with her gift card, sit beside the door. She gave us both equally a long, firm, hug and kiss on the cheek. 

"Thank you so much for another evening that completely satisfies every need and desire that I never knew I had! See you next month!"

Just like that, she was gone. Until next month.

My man wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to him while still in the doorway.

"You are my love. My world. My everything. I love you with all my heart like I will never love anyone else. Ever. Now sweetie, what can I do for you?"



My Man's Massage



We only had the weekend. My hubbster is professor in Art History, and we were in a resort town where an exhibition was being held. South American works were going on display, but I didn't want those things to be the high light of what passed before his eyes on this excursion.

My guy is so fun in bed, and he really likes to make love. I think he would do it tow or three times a day if he could. He's insatiable! I also like our sexual activities once they get going, but unless I'm reminded all the time by: his nudges, his goofy looks, his double entendre's, or his concealed squeezings of my butt, I might just forget to fuck my man for a while. I hate that about myself too, but most of the time it doesn't matter because, the nudges and butt squeezes never stop anyway. But deep down, I wanna have at least one sexual encounter that my man will have rolling around in his head that says, "She's one wild, fucking, crazy assed piece of sexy woman that I married!"

Anyhow, I ran into just the right thing to do the trick. The other day my women's club was trying to find one of those blow up jumper things that kids jump in. We needed one for a fund raiser. Well, I was assigned the duty of going online to find a used one. This search took me to an sort of online "want ads" where all kinds of buying and selling was taking place. I did not locate a jumping thing, but I did spy a section where massage services were being offered for sale. Something was brewing in my usually non active sensual side. I quickly clicked to the city of the upcoming art exhibition. After all, we would be away in a hotel, and have our evening free for all kinds of tawdry escapades. I clicked through to a page of massages that ranged from "Therapeutic" to "Full Body Sensual". Scanning the FBSM's, I found one where the gal giving the massage had her picture. She was really perky cute and about 35, or roughly 5 to ten years younger than my husband and me. Her rate for a half hour was a mere $50. I phoned her up and asked here how all this worked. She told me she surprises husbands for wives all the time, and that the massage could be as tame or nasty as I wanted her to give it. She informed me that it would remain a massage, however, and that in no uncertain terms would she be having sex! It was amusing really. I didn't want her to have sex with my husband, but I was glad to hear that she was so strict on the matter as well. Nevertheless, she would oil him up and make him fell relaxed and then give him a handjob that would make his eyes pop out, all while I sat and watched him with a smile. 

I hung up the phone after making the arrangements, and then I noticed something that I did not expect. I was really horny! My breasts felt full and my nipples were erect and I knew the tiniest touch would be felt in my tummy and groin. Speaking of my groin, it had begun to lather up and run. I was actually seeping through my panties and shorts into the chair. How could planning for my man have such an effect on me? No wonder the old professor is hooked like a drug on getting me all hot and bothered. There's a certain endorphin being released, or something, and I'd never been so interested in sex before. I couldn't wait to unveil my plan.

Well, the night arrived. We were in the room, and I had to lie to get him to keep from taking me out. I had secretly been drinking those little $12 bottles of liquor in the hotel room fridge to keep myself calm. There had been moments, throughout the day, when I didn't want some other woman rubbing my man's cock-n-balls, but that was all past me now. I fact, I knew it was just a handjob, he hadn't planned it, he wouldn't do it on his own (he was not a cheater), and I was going to be there to watch him get it too. My thoughts of jealousy, or whatever melted away into excitement for him. Even at Christmas I struggled to give him the right tie, which might have been the problem, come to think of it, who want a tie, for Pete's sake! But this time I think I got him a present that will top them all.

There we sat, watching TV, him with no idea and me with nerves that were starting to show a bit. What happened next was no surprise, he starts to play with me and rub my thigh and ever wife knows a thigh rub is just a prelude to a fuck. At least this wife with this man for a husband knows. He reached into my panties and I was nervous. I was way too wet and slippery to just be watching TV. He knew something was up, and I could see it in his eyes, but, "KNOCK, KNOCK, I was saved by our little cute visitor. SO here we go!

"Honey", I said, "I though I might get you an in room massage" but I said it with a sly and nasty look in my eye. "Yolanda, here is going to give you a most spectacular rub down." He was floored, and thankful, but he didn't put two and two together. It was a massage, okay, no problem, very nice, etc. A little odd, out of the norm, but nice, very thoughtful. Yolanda was just like her online photo. She wore a tight fitting lycra/spandex tank and bottoms. She was in shower slippers that she quickly removed. My clueless professor was told to disrobe in the bathroom and come out in a towel. Yolanda winked at me and quietly said, "Hi, nice to meet you finally. I'll bet this is turning you on, your a good wife, and I will do my best with your husband too." She really had the right personality for this. She was the right kind of girl,and knew exactly what I was up to, and that she was not really the main player. Instead she was more like the aphrodisiac that would really get and keep things going for my husband and I for a while.

Out came the professor, and now he was looking a bit nervous. Two women looking right at him all bare under his bath towel. But there was no sign of Mr. Penis, he seemed to be hanging low for the time being, but that was about to end very rapidly.

The massage started slow and was basically a great massage. My husband held my hand and thanked me for being so good to him, and giving him something so out of the ordinary. I couldn't help but giggle as I said, "No problem, every bib boy needs a good rub every once in a while. Yolanda then asked if it would be all right to remove the towel to work on the glutes. I answered before my husband could, and said, "Honey, let her see your butt, everybody's got one, and you have a very nice one anyway." His eyes started to dart around now, and I moved back to sit back and watch. She rubbed his buttocks with very sensual strokes, and keep telling my guy, how great a rear-end he had. She told him that she wished that he boyfriend had an ass like his. She was really working him, both physically and with her words. She rubbed down his firm butt and into the upper parts of his thighs. I could see him squirming and knew he was now totally erect. He looked at me with nervous eyes as if to say, "What the hell am I supposed to do if she asks me to turn over?" I just smiled at him and lifted my right eyebrow. I even detected that she had grazed past his anus a few times (something I know he loves). Then the words he feared came from Yolanda's sexy mouth, "Wanna flip over there for me Sport so we can take care of your frontside?" His eyes shot over to me like darts. But I spoke up again and said, "Honey just turn over for her" and then I added, "Yolanda, he's probably nervous because he always gets a boner when he gets a back rub." Yolanda jumped right in and reassured, saying, "Don't worry baby, it happens just about every massage, it tells me I'm doing a good job and making you feel relaxed." So as he turned himself over, Yolanda said, "I must be doing more than just a good job Sport, because that's about the biggest penis I've ever seen!" I know Yolanda was stretching the truth there, but I wanted to tip her for her acting skills. She really knew how to make my guy feel great about this. His penis was in full erection mode. It was certainly not the biggest one Yolanda had seen but it was way better than the average 5 to six inches. And my guy was thick too. And you know I was kind of proud watching how hot he looked on that massage table. His naked body was making me horny. I had slept with this man for years, and seen him naked all over the house, but now a woman was rubbing his naked body and causing his huge erection, and my guy was making me horny.

As she rubbed, his member bounced up and down a bit. I think he was doing it on purpose to show that thing off now, after Yolanda had said all that. He's a funny man, and I love him, and I wasn't jealous, and I didn't feel dirty, even with this hot woman's hand on my naked man. It was what I gave to him. It was my present. It was between us. I mean he gave me a vibrator once! And I love that present. Well, this is sort of like the sex toy I gave him for his pleasure this time. And I think I knew I was exactly right when Yolanda grabbed hold of his prick and said sternly, "Now, were gonna take care of this part and really make you feel relaxed." My husband looked at me in horrer and began to sit up grabbing for a towel, but I spoke softly and said, "It's alright honey, it part of what they do in these things. I'm okay with it, I'm not jealous. Its just a rub job, she's not going any farther that than. Right, Yoloanda?" Yolanda, said "Absolutely, right."

My guy laid back down and now he was looking at me and smiling and kind of shaking his head. I actually giggled out loud. And, boy was my vagina hot with sex. I wanted it, I wanted to sit on to p of that guy now, but wanted him to get his first. After a few oily motions up and down, I began to lose myself in it. the rhythm, the sexiness, the fact that this was the first handjob I had ever seen in person. Hotter still, it was my man getting it. Lost in the action, I found myself rubbing my own pussy and I even couldn't help raising a hand to one of my tits, as I often do when I rub myself. I never knew how sex it was to give something sexy to my man. I thought this was for him, but it was much more for me. I really was enjoying the whole thing.

He burst forth so hard, I thought Yolanda might have struck white crude. Part of his cum hit me way across the room, just a small dot of warmth, and I will cherish that feeling. It was his warmth, and a little gift for me. Yolanda took the lion share of the damage, and quickly made here way tot the bathroom to clean up.

My man just beamed at me in that restful way he looks after he's spent his stuff. I love that guy. You know, I think I may start tossing suggestions that he order me up a hunky guy of my own, as my back has been creaking a bit lately. You know, I think he'd do it, he way more easy going about this stuff than I am. But this time I think I got him, and I think he'll never forget, that even though I'm fairly demure and quiet, I'm one wild, fucking, crazy assed piece of sexy woman that he married!



My Man's Surprise



Firstly, I should tell you a little bit about myself and my boyfriend, Dan.

I'm Nicole and I'm 28. I am a petite 5 foot 3 inches tall, with long brown hair and a fit toned body. Dan is 31, six foot tall and is also toned. We both go to the gym regularly and enjoy a fit lifestyle. We have been together for almost 5 years and have a very healthy sex life. 

Right from the start, we promised to be open and honest about sex and interests. I am bisexual and have had many sex partners, of both genders. We both enjoy oral, anal play, role playing and teasing. We have accumulated a variety of toys that we regularly use on each other Dan's ass is no stranger to my toys either. But up until this experience, my toys, fingers and tongue are the only thing to invade that space. 

Dan and I have swung with other couples and had threesomes with a few other ladies before, but never with 2 guys and me. That is a desire I was yet to experience until last week. 

I had been to one of my weekly gym sessions while Dan was at work and I happened to get talking to a mutual gym junkie, Steve, who is a 20 year old builder who is very handsome and has a great body.

During our workout and conversation, I saw that Steve would be glancing around the gym at other members, both male and female. Being a straight forward kind of a girl, I found out that Steve was single, and also bisexual. This gave me an idea and a very wet pussy too. The planning had begun. The following Friday was Dan's birthday and I was going to give him a surprise I know he would love. I mentioned my idea to Steve and he was more than willing to be a part of it.

Friday came and I phoned Dan at work and telling him I was taking him out that afternoon for his birthday. Dan said he was planning to go to the gym, but I told him he'd have to use the weights at home today. 

Knowing his routine, I left work early and headed home. I quietly went inside and found Dan on the weight bench on the back verandah lifting his bar weights. Our verandah is secluded from prying eyes, so any fun we have there is not in public view. I went to our bedroom and grabbed a small bag of useful things, stripped off all my clothes, and walked slowly out onto the verandah. Dan saw me and smiled. "You're home early I see". He said. "Are you my birthday present"?

I smiled at my hot guy and said, "Baby, I am just the start of your present. This is going to be a special one for you."

I put the bag on the floor and leaned over Dan, kissing him passionately. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and started running my hand over his bare chest. Dan was following my lead and his hands were exploring my naked breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I moved my hand down to his shorts and started to rub his hardening cock. 

"Someone is happy to see me, I see". I said as I slid my fingers under the waist band and stroked his cock. I grabbed his shorts and slid them off, making Dan as naked as I was. I moved down his body, kissing his chest and stomach until I reached his cock. I licked the swollen head and suck on it. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, before taking it deep in my mouth, sucking him hard. Dan's fingers were busy playing with my clean shaved cunt. Rubbing my clit and exploring inside me.

Dan was starting to get into it, lifting his hips off the bench and fucking my mouth. I wanted him to cum, but I had other plans, so I stopped sucking and stood up, smiling at him. I told Dan to swivel around on the bench so his feet were at the end where the weights were. I lifted each foot and placed then up high onto the bar. Then I reached into my bag and pulled out a long length of silk ribbon. I tied each ankle to the bar. 

Dan was a positioned like in a gyno's chair and feet in the stirrups. I straddled Dan's body in a 69 position, placing my very wet cunt on his face. I went back to sucking on his hard cock and playing with his balls. I dropped my fingers to his ass and rubbed his rear hole, hearing him moan at the touch. I let my saliva drip down and smeared it around his asshole. When I pushed a finger in his ass, Dan pushed up into my mouth. I loved finger fucking his asshole. 

I took my finger from his ass and reached down into my bag. I grabbed out some lube and a cock shaped dildo. I squirted the lube over the dildo and onto his ass. I then started to rub the lube into his hole, pushing one finger inside, then a second. Soon I had three fingers in his ass, and was finger fucking him slowly. Dan was moaning loudly each time I pushed inside him. He couldn't speak because my cunt was on his mouth as he licked and tongued my wet cunt. I grabbed the dildo with my spare hand and took my fingers from his ass. I rubbed the tip of the dildo around his asshole and put some pressure on it.

Holding it there, I asked Dan if he was ready for my toy cock to fuck his ass. Dan moved his mouth momentarily from my cunt and asked me to fuck his ass. I pushed the head inside and gently forced it inside. Dan groaned as the head of the toy cock slipped inside him. I held it there for a few seconds, and pushed it in further. Don't stop licking my cunt baby. Dan went back to licking my clit and tongue, his fingers playing with my lips and my butt. 

I started sliding the toy cock, in and out of Dan's ass now. The whole length was moving in and out of his asshole. I started teasing Dan now, and asking him if he liked a cock in his ass. Dan moaned each time I asked. I thrust the toy in and out of his asshole and, sucked his hard cock up and down and lick the head. I continued to ask him if he was enjoying this birthday man cock in his asshole. Dan moaned and said, "Yes baby, I love that man cock in my asshole. Fuck my asshole. Make him fuck me hard."

That is exactly what I needed to hear. I looked up at the doorway to the kitchen, at Steve standing there rubbing his long hard cock. I motioned to him to come over. Dan could not see him because I was straddling his face. Steve walked slowly over to where I was sucking on Dan's cock and lubed up his cock. I loved watching as he rubbed his fist up and down the shaft. Very quietly, Steve knelt on the floor and moved close, aiming his cock at Dan's asshole. 

I took Dan's cock deep in my throat and sucked hard, up and down. I withdrew the dildo from his ass and rubbed the open hole with more lube. I winked at Steve and he moved forward, pressing the head of his cock against Dan's asshole. Fuck, I started to cum from Dan''s licking as Steve slide his eight inches into Dan's ass. Dan's face was covered with my juices now.

Dan moaned and moved his ass around on the bench, not knowing he was getting fucked by a real cock for the first time. I was so turned on I knew I would cum again soon. Dan moaned that it felt so real, and that he loved it. Steve's face contorted and he mouthed "now". I took my mouth from Dan's cock and opened it for Steve. Keeping quiet, as was our agreement, Steve pushed his cock into my mouth. I grabbed the dildo and pushed it back into Dan's asshole and started fucking hard, stroking his cock. 

Steve thrust hard and started to cum in my mouth. Spurt after spurt down my throat. I am amazed that he could keep so quiet. I swallowed his cum and went back to sucking Dan's cock. As Steve crept back into the kitchen to leave, I pushed the dildo hard into Dan's asshole. Dan moaned and yelled as he thrust up into my mouth and started to cum himself. I took all his juices down my throat. 

I slowly got off Dan and moved around to kiss him. I undid the ties letting him lower his legs. Dan took me in his arms and held me tight kissing me and thanking me for such a special surprise. "My pleasure baby," I said. I am glad you liked it. Now, we have to get ready for dinner.

As I walked into the kitchen, I turned to Dan and asked if he would consider letting a real man join us for my birthday? Dan smiled and said, "If a guy can fuck me like you just did, them I'll happily let one join in." I blew Dan a kiss and smiled as I walked into the house. I know I'll be seeing Steve again soon then.