13 comments/ 20549 views/ 73 favorites Fickle Fate By: IagosDaughter Fate has a funny way of showing you what you want at the damnedest times. I was standing there with my buddies while watching some highlight reel for the last night's game when the most attractive woman I've ever seen walked into the bar. She was about 5'5 with shoulder length brown hair. It had a little bit of curl to it causing it to ride around her ears and when she swept her sunglasses up and used them as a head band, her eyes got me. They were grey-green and intense. They locked onto Mario and I figured this was his date. He'd been talking about the girl for the last three months. Honestly, the rest of us figured she was a dream but here she was. Of course, him talking about the girl had kept those of us in the unit mostly sane while sitting out in a sandbox thousands of miles from home. My own luck had been a box of cookies and a letter telling me I was going to need another place to live when we got back. The unit took care of me though and got me into housing. My sister did one better and picked up my dog. I heard from my brother she slapped that bitch silly, too. Did I mention I love my little sister? I do. I really do. Anyway, the brunette walked over to Mario and slapped her hands on his tunic shirt before dragging him down for a kiss. He slipped one arm around her and held his beer out of the way with the other. When they came up for air, he introduced us by our last names. He just called me Irish. My last name is Gairden. I'm actually of Scots descent. I just saluted her with a couple fingers and went back to watching the highlights. I was only out with the boys tonight as their driver. I stopped drinking about the same time my sister got married. I was also the most senior non-com. It made sense for me to be designated driver. I had no idea how much fun it was not going to be. They got hammered and about the second time I had to stop one of my buddies from rearranging the furniture of the bar, I decided we needed to go. I got the girl, Diana, to help me load my very intoxicated friends into the Hummer and we headed for the base. The security staff took one look at the contents of my vehicle and waved us through. I dropped everyone back at Mario's place and went off to the barracks. That night I saw Diana's eyes when I tried to sleep. I couldn't take care of matters with my own hands so to speak since my roommate was a light sleeper. I needed an apartment and decided that I'd deal with that as soon as I woke up. The next morning my apartment hunting got waylaid when Mario called to ask me to take Diana back to town. I have no foggy idea why I agreed to this since she'd haunted a series of seriously pornographic dreams all night long. I picked her up about twenty minutes after the call. She noticed the ads on the seat when she climbed into my vehicle. She shot me a look, "I can help you with finding a place. I work in a realty office." "Really?" I shot her a quick glance as I took us through the main gate. Nodding at the detail on the gate. "Yeah. It's my mom's agency but I could ask. I'm getting my license which is why I need to be in town for class this afternoon. I took a cab to the bar last night since I figured I'd end up back at Mario's." She seemed a little down about that last comment. "No romance last night?" I wondered and could've kicked myself when I realized I had actually said that out loud. She laughed. "No. He passed the fuck out." She shot me a look. "Sorry. You don't need to know what your boss did last night." I stopped at the red light to the on-ramp for the freeway. She had no idea. "Actually, I'm kind of his boss." "Mario said he was the top." She looked at me. "He is the top. How much do you understand about the rank structure?" I checked traffic and merged onto the freeway. We were headed into the city center now. She said, "Not much. I mean, I know a sergeant is lower than a lieutenant and a specialist is lower than a sergeant." "Well, I am kind of just under lieutenant and a little bit higher than sergeant. Top is a nickname for his position in the unit." I kept both hands on the wheel. I started to get a little freaked out in traffic. Where we'd been could do that but the therapists had figured this would be tricky and I was going through all the exercises in my head. She was actually helping me in a strange way. "Oh, I guess I see. So what do you do?" I ran down some of my duties but I didn't give her all the details. When you are the sergeant major in a combat unit, there's a lot of things to do. I'd gone in at 17 with a letter of permission from my parents. Well, it was either get me into the service or try to keep me from killing the guys who'd hurt my sister while they waited for trial. Boot camp and the rest of the training had kept me busy while the trial had taken care of the bad guys. I had also been in combat units since my first deployment. It hadn't been what I had planned but that's the way life goes. Combat promotions don't always stick but in my case they did. I think I mentioned Fate is a fickle bitch sometimes? I pulled up in front of her apartment building and realized it was the same complex my sister lived in. I said as much when I eased the monster I was driving into the visitor parking. I said, "Since I'm here, I guess I should say hi." She thanked me for the ride and headed into the complex. I watched her walk away for as long as I could. She had an amazing set of cheeks. I finally shook myself and wandered off to Claire's condo. She opened the door with not much on and I knew I was interrupting. "Sorry. I should've called first." I stepped back from the door and she laughed. "We're going to the pool you idiot." She grabbed my arm and dragged me inside. Her husband took that moment to stroll in and laughed when he saw me looking at my sister's thong bikini she just had to show me. He took pity on me and found me a pair of trunks and t-shirt to wear. I am not very overly enthusiastic about showing off my body. Scars do that to you sometimes. In my case they were physical and mental. They finally got me down to the pool. I was still wearing my cap and sunglasses. Thankfully, I was wearing my sunglasses. I am sure they are the only reason I didn't get slapped for openly staring when I saw Diana in a thong like my sister's next to the same pool. If she couldn't see my eyes, she wouldn't know I wasn't blinking. Maybe I could get through this. I spent the rest of the afternoon listening to Diana and Claire discuss Mario and his lack of, well, it seemed like everything but a big dick. I finally interrupted, "Look, I get it. He's a dick with a big dick." My sister sputtered and her husband Max nearly spewed beer everywhere. "You need to tell him what you want. We've heard nothing but how wonderful you are for the last three months. Talk to him and I mean sit his ass down and talk. But make sure the two of you are sober, okay?" Diana smiled at me then gave me huge hug. "Thanks." She stood up and sauntered off. I watched her ass again. I was in so much trouble. "Good job, Rio. I was trying to get her to start looking at you instead of that dipshit." Claire snapped. "I don't need any chaos right now. I just need a place for me and the dog." I slid my lenses down and gave her a hard look. "I also don't think I need that girl. She's hot but I don't think she's got a clue about me." I shrugged. "I need to get my shit together before I even think about another relationship." Max leaned over and clapped a hand on my shoulder. "I get it. Why don't you talk to the lady who runs the complex. I know she just had a couple people move out and we know she allows dogs." I nodded in response and decided I probably should get back to base. Max told me he would text me the number for the complex manager later. I grabbed my fatigues from my sister's and headed back to visitor parking. I'd had a good afternoon with them and playing with my Staffordshire terrier mix. Bongo was never the sharpest knife in the drawer but he really did love me. All fifty pounds of that dog with his square head and broad shoulders always tried to snuggle into my chest. I missed that uncomplicated love. I got two text messages that night. One from Max with the manager's name and number. The second was from Diana asking me if she should still look into finding me a place. I sent a message back to Max thanking him and a message to her saying, "Sure. Need a yard for my dog." I still had a hard time with the dreams but at least the ones bothering me now were erotic and not about the three previous months. I was staring at myself in the mirror when my roommate walked in. She took one look at me and burst out laughing. "You need to get laid." This was after a week of seeing Mario's girlfriend after my duty hours while looking for a place. "I know." I responded, tiredly. She slapped me on the shoulder, made me throw on my cleanest uniform and when we were both dressed appropriately she hauled me off to Luscious. The city had a few really good bars and this one was one of the best. We had no trouble with the cover charge, the bouncer just waved us in. It helped, I think, that we looked like a couple. She was so tiny and femme. I was just the opposite. I was built from working out and making sure I could handle the guys and their bullshit. She was in the admin section and I am not saying she wasn't muscular but she didn't work the weights like I did. We were just friends. She liked her girls just as girly as I did. Anyway, we had a great time until I lost her. I figured she found someone to play with and wished her luck. Sheila was always getting more than me. I realized I was not actually in the game and decided I should pull my head out of my ass and see if there was someone who would rock my world, for at least the night. I didn't find anyone I wanted to play with. I headed back to the barracks. I stopped and got a small bottle of Tahoe Blue Vodka. I'd tried it once in Reno on some R&R and liked it. I wasn't planning on getting drunk but I did want to sleep without the ever haunting brunette. It didn't work. But I didn't have nightmares either. I had no idea if it was the vodka but the dreams weren't erotic they were downright platonic. We had been sitting on a deck watching a sunset while the dog sat under my hand. Weird dreams were becoming normal. The next weekend, I went out on Friday night. Still found no one who I really wanted to play with but no more vodka while at the bar. Sheila found me at around one in the morning staring at the ceiling. She laughed, "Struck out again?" She started rifling through her locker for a spare set of clothes and her bag. "Yeah." I sighed at the ceiling. "Look, you gotta move on after the bitch." She tossed a boot at me. I caught it out of reflex. "That's not what's bothering me." She turned around and stared at me. "Oh, no, you are not doing this to yourself." She reached over and took my face in her hands. "No way, Rio. You are not going after a straight girl." "I am not going after anyone, Sheila." I shrugged. "It's the dreams that are bugging me. I can handle the ones from overseas but the ones about living here are scaring the shit out of me." She nodded philosophically. She looked door to the hall and then at me. "Get your ass up. I have an idea. You might not like it but you need to get your pipes cleaned." Then she proceeded to get me up and moving. A cab ride later and we were in Luscious again. This time I was pressed into having two shots of Stoli, back to back. Lubricant, Sheila called it. Then we were on the dance floor with a pair of beauties. Both of these girls were smoking hot. We had arrived just before last call. We ended up back at some apartment in the city. Sheila in a room next to the one I was in screaming how much she loved whatever the girl was doing to her. I wasn't too concerned with Sheila since I had my head down between the legs of the blonde I was with. My tongue and fingers were stroking and teasing her unmercifully. She screamed as I sucked her clit into my mouth and then fluttered my tongue across it while my middle and ring finger searched out the soft, spongy spot at the front of her pussy. She slammed her thighs around my head in ecstasy and I couldn't hear Sheila anymore. When that same girl wrapped her lips around my nipple, grazed me with her teeth and strummed my own overheated sex, I guess I screamed too. The next morning, I was lying under the blonde when my phone went off. She moaned a bit in her sleep as I eased my way to my pants. I found the phone and saw it was Diana. "Hello." "Hey, I found a place for you. You have to see it. Can you come by and pick me up?" She was excited. "Yeah." I looked over at the blonde. She was lying on her side watching me and playing with her nipples with her right hand. "Okay, swing by at about one and I'll have the keys." She rattled on for few more minutes about how fantastic the place was and how I was going to love it while I watched the blonde start stroking her pussy with her other hand. I have no idea what I said about meeting Diana. I did remember to set my alarm and went back to the blonde. At noon, I woke Sheila and told her she had the choice of grabbing a cab or riding out to see the house with me. She disengaged herself from the blonde she was tangled in and told me to let her shower. I let her shower then we wandered down to my Hummer. She stared at me from the passenger seat. "What?" I snapped. "Feeling any better?" She snickered as she said it. "Yeah. Kind of. At least I didn't have any dreams last night." I smiled at her. We picked up Diana and she gave me directions from the back seat. I could see her glancing from me to Sheila and wondered what she was thinking. We found the house in one of the suburbs. We walked around it for a while but I knew I was going to buy it when I saw the large backyard with the dog run. It was perfect. I smiled at Diana, "Okay, who do I need to talk to?" She smiled back, "Don't you need to talk to her about making a purchase like this?" She shot a glance at Sheila. It hit me then what the look had been for. "Uh, no. She's a friend. And she's headed for Germany in about three months." Sheila looked from me to Diana. Trying not snicker, I'm sure. "Oh, I thought you might be together. When you mentioned her name, I heard Mario say you were living together." Sheila, who had been trying to be good, lost it. She just absolutely lost it. She bent at the waist trying to catch her breath. I stared at Sheila for a few moments before it hit me why the hell it was so funny. Diana had no clue. "Oh, we're just roommates. Nothing going on." I stammered. "Oh. That's cool." Diana shot Sheila a look then decided it was business with me. "My mom has the papers at the office. She said she can see you on Monday after your shift." I made the appointments and then looked around the house again. It was perfect; three bedrooms, two and a half bath, large kitchen, big garage and the dog run. I spent the next month or so getting all the paperwork together for my new home. I had all the money for the down and escrow from my last deployment. Combat pay had some advantages. Not letting the girl I had been living with have access to my bank account had kept that money dormant and it was ready for me to use. I decided on a housewarming barbeque. Claire, Max, Sheila and my buddies all descended on the house. I had been grilling for hours before everyone showed up. Bongo was having the time of his life in the dog run. He sat and begged and people wandered over and fed him tidbits through the fence. I manned the grill while Claire took care of being the hostess for me. Max and I shared a six-pack of Kaliber, a non-alcoholic beer. He wanted to be able to drive and I wasn't in the mood for being tipsy. Tipsy made me horny and that was not a good place to be with all my buddies girlfriends around. I knew I could seduce most of them and didn't need the drama. The evening went well. Mario showed up with Diana and then proceeded to vanish. I didn't think much of it until I wandered past my kitchen and overheard her talking to my sister. "I don't know what his problem is, Claire. He was so happy to have me around when they first got back, now he is so distant." "Maybe, he just needs time to adjust. Rio needed that." Claire seemed to be thinking about me. "Maybe." Diana mused. I figured I should let them know I was in the hall. "Yeah, maybe he needs time to adjust to being back. It was his first deployment." I mused aloud as I walked into the kitchen. "I don't think that's it. He couldn't keep his hands off me. Now, he won't touch me." Diana sipped her margarita. "I think he's found someone else." "What? Then he'd be stupid." I said and wished I'd kept my mouth shut. Diana gave me an appraising look. "You think so?" Was all she said. "Yeah. You're smart and sexy. He'd be an idiot." I said again. I gave her a once over and decided I had to get out of my kitchen before I got even more stupid than the man we were discussing. One did not chase straight girls and expect not to get broken hearted. Don't get me wrong, I have done some very hot curious girls, but I didn't go out of my way to attract them or have sex with them. I grabbed the appropriate storage containers and went out to put away the leftovers. My sister and Diana stayed in the kitchen. I had no idea then that I became the topic of conversation. I'm not sure what I would've done if I had known they were talking about me. I probably would've put a stop to it. Then again, I still didn't know Diana did NOT know I wasn't a guy. My short hair and androgynous face got me laid by the curious girls who wanted the butch to show them without really having to do anything and I was okay with that. Scars, remember? If I didn't have to show them, I didn't have to explain them. A few months later, Mario wandered into my office and stood at attention next to my desk. I looked up and saw he was staring at me. "Issues, Rodriguez?" "No, sir." He still stood there. I gestured to the chair in front of my desk. "I need to break up with Diana and want to know how to do it without being a dick." He finally grunted out. "What're you asking me for?" I glared at him. "Well, she's friends with your sister." He shrugged. "Besides, you're the one we come to for advice." I scrubbed a hand over my face. Then I took a long look at him. "What's the problem with her?" "Nothing. But, I put in for Korea and don't want her to have to wait for me." He looked at me. I knew he'd put in the transfer since I'd had to sign it. "Okay. Then sit down and talk to her about it. She's a smart girl. She's already figured out you are putting distance between you. But, you need to break it off this time. No hanging on to her, Rodriguez. If you let her go, let her go." I made sure to look him in the eyes and he met mine. He nodded and headed out of my office. Two weeks later, I was at my sister's when Diana knocked. I knew they had become closer friends since the barbeque. She was crying and Claire hauled her off to the bedroom for a heart to heart. Max and I decided we wanted nothing to do with the tear-fest happening in the other end of the condo. We headed out to their small patio and fired up his grill. We were talking over the steaks and veggies when the girls came back. Diana gave me a once over and then flopped down onto the couch. Claire started the blender and I knew it was going to be an interesting evening. Max and I exchanged a glance. I felt for my brother. We both knew what happened when Jose got involved with Claire. Max walked into the kitchen, poured the tequila into the blender for Claire and kissed her on the forehead. He looked at me and shrugged. I didn't blame him. He whispered in her ear and she hugged him. He was off to his office and I was stuck with the damn grill. He smiled apologetically and strolled out the front door. I looked up at the sky and wondered what I had done to deserve the next few hours. Fickle Fate It turned out I was dreading the evening for nothing. Claire was good and didn't go off on a tangent about how men, except Max, were evil and pathetic. She did however help get Diana very drunk. I fed them and cleaned up afterwards while they discussed all kinds of esoteric topics. When Claire started on the subject of sex, I headed back out to scrub the grill. She looked at me then Diana and made sure the patio door was open when she asked, "ever been with a chick, Di?" I nearly lost my thumbs as the top of the grill crashed down. I shot a look at my sister that could've melted the Eiffel Tower. However, when Diana responded, I almost fell into the glass patio door, "Yep. It was awesome." I kept my mouth shut and stayed very still. I still didn't know they'd been talking about me that night in my kitchen. Claire poured another drink for Diana and asked, "Really? Was she butch?" "Yeah. She made me the hottest I have ever been." Diana was slurring her words. How many of those potent glassful's had my sister given her? "What happened?" Claire pressed for details. "She only wanted a one-night thing. I could've done that again but she never called me. " Diana sighed and then looked directly at me. Her eyes pinned me to where I was standing. "Oh, that sucks." Claire commiserated. "I thought about doing a girl a few times but decided I liked Max better." "Max is great. How'd you find him?" Diana looked back at Claire and I could breathe again. I stayed on the patio but I had raided Max's beer stash before heading back outside. Diana and Claire talked about all sorts of things for a long time before I finally heard their voices die out. They had passed out on the couch . I picked my sister up and put her to bed. I had done this several times over our lives and it never ceased to amaze me that while I was just over six foot, my sister barely reached 5'2". I wandered back out to the living room and draped a blanket over the sleeping brunette. I stood and watched her sleep for a while. Then I texted Max he could come home and went into the guest room to sleep off my own beverages. I woke up to find a brunette in bed with me. When she'd come in, I had no idea. But she was lying with her back against my side and her head on my arm. The dreams had come again. The ones with me and her sitting in my backyard just holding hands. I tried to ease my way out from under her but she grabbed my hand and moved her head onto my bicep. I wasn't going anywhere for a while. I lay there looking at the ceiling, trying not to think about the ass pressed against my hip until my bladder finally decided I had to move. This time, I was able to disentangle myself. I found Max in the kitchen dicing up vegetables for an omelet and raised my eyebrows at him. He shrugged. "I got in to find all of you sleeping. She was in bed with you when I got here." "Great." I slumped at the dining table. "What the hell do I do now?" Max gave me an appraising look. "Be careful, Rio. I don't know what to make of this one. She could be a keeper but after the last one..." he trailed off. I'd thought the last one was a keeper. I headed home after that. I wasn't interested in breakfast, not when I knew Bongo was going to be hungry and clingy after being in the dog run all night. And thinking about my ex had spoiled my appetite. My sister called and gave me an irate earful about how rude it was that I'd left before making sure Diana was up. I told her to stop being Cupid and let it go. Claire yelled a few more rude things at me until I stopped her with, "I'm not ready, sis." She shut up and let silence hover for a few minutes. I decided I had to tell her something else, "I'm also not looking for rebound sex with Diana." Claire huffed at me and then changed the subject to coming over to watch the semi-finals in two weeks. I agreed I'd be there for the party. I threw myself into work for the time. I went to Luscious and saw the blonde. I danced with her and a few others but didn't go home with anyone. It was enough to know I could still get the attention. The night of the party, I stopped and picked up a meat and cheese tray from the deli along with a case of Kaliber. Max nodded at me from the patio while he seared some steaks. There were a bunch of people from his work along with friends of Claire's. I was having a pretty good time until Diana walked in wearing a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt. My gut went tight and my pulse shot up. She strutted past me out to the patio, grabbed a Kaliber from the cooler and I know she made sure I was staring at her ass when she bent to get the bottle. The rest of the party, I tried to stay away from her but about half-way through the game, she sat down on the couch right next to me and pressed her thigh against mine. She kissed me on the cheek when my team scored the winning point of the game. She smiled at me then headed off to her place. I drove home in a daze. Bongo was happy to see me when I let him out of the run. He chased the ball for about an hour under the full moon while I thought about Diana and the press of her lips. What I didn't know was Claire had put a thought into Diana's head about me. I also didn't know Diana thought I was one of the guys. If I had known, I would've run into my XO's office and begged for a transfer as far away as I could get. Wonderful word, if. Covers so much ground and holds so much promise. But, like I said, I had no idea. I got off work and headed home to find Diana parked in front of my house with a case of Kaliber and her diploma. I let her in and then immediately headed for the shower. She put the beer away and started my grill. I found her at the freezer ten minutes later. Military showers are short by nature and I had just needed to get the sweat off after having lead a long run that afternoon. She gave me a long once over. I was in a pair of Dickie's shorts and a loose t-shirt with my unit affiliation on it. The shirt dropped way down my thighs and covered my ass. The shorts were also a little too big and hung off my hips. I found I liked loose clothing awhile back when I'd been wrapped in bandages. She asked, "Chicken, beef or pork chops?" I thought for a moment as I reached into the case for a beer. "I don't care. Whatever you're in the mood for." If I had thought about what I was saying, I would have been more specific. She shut the freezer and took the bottle out of my hands. She pushed me backwards with her hands on my shoulders. She kept pushing until we hit the back of my couch. Then she wrapped her hands around my face and pulled me down to her. When her lips hit mine, a bomb went off in my head. I saw little electric sparks traveling around inside my brain. I groaned and pulled her tight. I'm not stupid, I would never have gotten as far in my military career if I was, but honestly I had no idea this was what she'd been thinking about. Nor did I know she'd been talking to my sister about me. I probably should have at least considered it. When her hands ran through my short hair, my own stroked down her back to cup her beautiful cheeks. She arched her back when my hands gripped her butt. I took the opportunity to nibble her ears and trail little kisses down her neck. I grazed her taut muscles with my teeth where her shoulder met her throat. She moaned. I was a goner when she did that. There was no way she was leaving the house without my finding out what she tasted like. I vaguely heard Bongo growling and lifted my head to look at the dog. He had the ball in his mouth and that idiot wanted to play. She chuckled as she looked over her shoulder at the dumbass standing there wagging his entire butt with energy. She leaned her head back and said, "Put him in the run and I'll start dinner." I tossed the ball for my short-on-brains dog. Then I put him in the dog run with a full bowl of food. He was happy. He'd gotten to play and now had a full belly. I found her taking the steaks off the grill and putting them on plates with a salad. We ate then I did dishes. She sat at the table while I cleaned up. I handed her a bottle and we went out to the patio. My mind did one of those little flips and I remembered one of the dreams I'd had about doing this. I nearly choked on my beer. She had a hand on my back, ready to pound if need be. I held up a hand to let her know I was okay. She was close to me. She looked deeply into my eyes and hers went smoky. I realized later it was lust making them go that color but it had me like a cobra had a mouse. I couldn't move and she was on top of me, kissing me fiercely. I stood up with her in my arms. Then I carried her back to my bedroom. I lay her down and gently stroked her face while we kissed. Our tongues were dancing that age old twisting design in each other's mouth. I knew I needed to taste her; all of her. I left her mouth and started down her neck again. This time, I was going slow. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss a spot. I explored her throat and shoulders. I pulled her blouse off and then pushed her bra straps out of the way. My lips and tongue traveled so slowly, deliberately, to her breasts. I teased and tormented all the soft flesh between her perfect c-cups and her hands pushed my head toward her nipple. I held myself in check and licked, sucked and nibbled all of her breasts before I allowed myself to finally suck one of those beautiful nibs into my mouth while I rolled the other between my fingers. She began to whimper with pleasure and gripped my head. I knew I was really a goner. When my lips left that nipple and headed for the other one, she cried out. Her hips twitched against my thigh. I let my hand leave her other nipple and trace designs on her abdomen. I stroked her ribs and taut belly. I could feel the muscles twitch under my fingers. I moved back up and kissed her again. This time, tenderly and gently. Her arms wrapped themselves around my back. When my hand dipped under her waistband, she gripped me tight. I couldn't have pulled myself away if I'd wanted to. I slipped my fingers lower and nipped her bottom lip with mine. When I stroked her nether lips, she jerked and tossed her head back. I took that as invitation to nibble on her neck again. I found her to be nearly shaved, she'd had a patch on the top but her lips were bare. I could feel her slick, wet folds and stroked again along those lips. She whimpered and wrapped her arms tighter. My own mouth never left her throat. When I slipped a finger between those slick folds, I put my lips back on her mouth. As a finger slid into her, my tongue invaded. She dug her nails into me and I swear she drew blood. I didn't care though. I was in heaven with what I was doing. I kept up the stroking of tongue and finger until she screamed into my mouth. I finally drew myself out of her and kissed her softly as she came back to earth from that orgasm. I let her rest and eased out of her embrace. Then, I eased her out of those shorts. I had to find out what she tasted like. I let my mouth start at her right ankle and travel up to her knee. She smelled fantastic but I wanted this to last. I moved over to her left leg and did the same thing. By the time I was at her knee, her legs were splayed open for me. I eased my tongue up her thigh and stopped to flutter it at the spot where her thigh met her groin. I nipped that tight muscle there and sucked it long enough for her to bow up off the bed. Then, I did the same thing on the other side. She had one hand on my head and the other gripping the bed spread. I spread her lips with my thumbs and she squealed. I licked her along the inside of one lip and then the other, avoiding the most sensitive spots. In all my years, I had never wanted to take the time I was taking now. I had been attentive to all my ladies in the past but I needed this to be special. I let my tongue slip into her channel and thrust in. She bowed back up off the bed and hissed with pleasure. I let my tongue drift toward her clit while I eased a finger into her. She gripped my head even tighter and slapped her other hand on my head. I thought nothing of this, it had happened with other women before. She got a good grip but lost it when I sucked in her clit while my finger stroked in and out. She wrapped both hands around the pillows and pulled them over her face. When she screamed a few seconds later, I realized why she'd grabbed the pillow. She was loud. I mean opera level loud. Even with the pillow. I grinned as she came back down. She shuddered a few times with aftershocks. I pulled her under the covers and just cuddled with her as she dozed. I guess I fell asleep too and woke to her nuzzling my neck. I rolled onto my back to further enjoy what she was doing. Her hand was wandering around my belly, stroking and caressing. When she slipped that hand under my waistband and slid south, I was in heaven again. She stopped suddenly and shot up onto an elbow to stare down at me. Her hand cupped my mound and a finger slid between my lips. "That's not exactly what I thought I'd find." She murmured as she teased me, her finger almost not touching my clit. "What?" I asked, not really sure what was happening but really enjoying what she was doing. "I thought you'd be packing a different set of equipment." She nipped my neck. "What?" I realized what she said. "What kind of equipment?" "I thought you were a guy, Rio." She sucked my earlobe. "I'm not." I shuddered in glee as she continued to suck and stroke me. "is that a problem?" "No, now I understand why Claire asked me if I'd been with a girl before." She nipped my earlobe and slipped that finger into me. I came right then. I woke up to find her lying on me. Her hand was wrapped around my torso and her head was pillowed on my shoulder. She had thrown a leg over my hips and I was effectively pinned to the bed by her. I didn't mind. I kissed her forehead and attempted to disentangle myself. She decided to use the hand across my body to dig in with her nails to let me know that wasn't happening. I whispered, "I gotta pee." She grunted and finally let me up. She rolled over and sprawled across the bed. I came back to the bedroom to see her out from under the sheets. She was on her stomach and her perfect, heart-shaped ass was aimed at the door. I couldn't resist. I crawled up the bed and bit her gently where her thigh met her ass cheek. She squealed and slapped at my head. I wrapped my hands around her hips and held her down to continue feasting. She stopped fighting me when my tongue dipped between her lips from the back. Her tunnel welcomed my tongue and I swirled it in and out. I looked up her body and she was holding the pillow against her face. I remembered what had happened earlier and slipped my hand under her thighs to finger her clit while I tongued her. She rewarded me by screaming again. I let her sleep for a while again after that. When I woke up the second time, she was gone from the bed. I wondered about this but shrugged. I got up and slipped into the shower. This time I really wanted to enjoy the water and stood with my face under the spray. I didn't hear the bathroom door open but felt the cool breeze when she opened the shower door and stepped in. I spun and pushed her against the tile before I could think about my reaction. She put her hands on my face and kissed my gently. "I forgot you were in combat, Rio." She murmured against my lips. I relaxed and let her kiss me. I put my hands on the tile. She smiled at my surrender. It was a feminine and powerful smile. I think I knew right then but I was NOT going to say it. She ran her fingers over my shoulders, biceps, forearms and then down to my small breasts. Working out makes my muscles larger than most women's and limited my fat. She tweaked both nipples and watched my face. I closed my eyes and groaned in lust. She decided she wanted to taste what she was feeling and put her lips on my turgid flesh. When she sucked and nipped me lightly, I tossed my head back and thrust my hips forward. She was the perfect height for me. Her head was level with my collar bone and she didn't have to move very far down to engulf my small breasts. She wrapped her arms around me again and pulled my chest tight against her mouth. Her fingernails dug into my back again and I hissed. She laughed around my nipple. She let one hand drop down to grip my ass the way I had held her but she again dug in her nails. I hissed again with desire. She let that hand on my ass wander back around to my front and slip between my thighs. Her mouth never left my nipple as she stroked me to another earth-shattering orgasm. I took her back to bed and she looked down at me. I heard Bongo bark and knew he wanted out of the run. She pushed me back when I started to get up. "I'll let him in. You stay there." She raised an eyebrow at me and I nodded. My legs were still shaking from the orgasm in the shower and I wasn't sure I could walk out to the backyard to get my dog. She pulled on my t-shirt from the night before and strutted out of the room. I hauled myself into the bathroom and stared at my reflection after I peed. The dog scrambled happily down the hall to me and sat at my feet. I rubbed his overly large head. She stood in the doorway, leaning on the jamb. "You were supposed to stay in bed." "Uh, I had to go." I looked up at her from where I was kneeling on the floor next to the dog. She stared at me. "What?" I finally asked. She snapped her fingers and the dog left the bathroom. I was still on my knees. She strutted toward me and lifted the edge of the shirt. She hadn't put any panties on and I could see what I had not the night before. She was brunette all the way. I reached for her hips and pulled her to me. She eased a hip up onto the bathroom counter and I dove in for breakfast. Later that afternoon, she traced a scar down my right side. It started under my armpit and ended just above my hip. "Iraq?" She asked. "Afghanistan." I responded. I showed her the scar on my left knee. "That one is from Iraq." "I thought women weren't supposed to be in combat." She mused, tracing a fingernail across yet another scar on my torso. "Well, they figured out the enemy didn't care who they shot and women could shoot back. I wasn't on the front lines like some of the guys but I did see some pretty awful stuff." I stared at the ceiling and my voice was flat. She propped herself up on a elbow and looked down at me. "I am glad you came home." A quick peck on my lips was my reward for looking at her. "What about Mario?" I asked; bracing myself for an answer I wasn't sure I wanted to hear. "He was okay. He wanted to keep running and I wanted a house with a yard and a dog." She stared into my eyes. "Oh." Was all I could get to come out of my mouth. "But, you thought I was one of the guys." "And I am so glad to find out I was wrong." Her fingers squeezed one of my nipples. I hissed in pleasure. Then she kissed me again. She moved in a month later.