11 comments/ 141525 views/ 16 favorites Proper Military Bearing Ch. 01 By: katnip_21f Part 1: Rules of Engagement I had trouble focusing on the reports that my boss expected tomorrow. I was so keyed up, waiting for Kacy to arrive at my house. But Colonel Steele was a stickler for details, and I was coming up for promotion from Major to Lt. Colonel, so I had to get it done right. Glancing at the clock, I had just enough time to hash out the last few sentences of the report before the sound of the doorbell made me jump. Kacy arrived promptly at my door at 8 pm, like she had every Friday night for the past three months. To a military man like myself, her punctuality was refreshing – and the only thing about her that was totally predictable. At this point in my life, a single dad in the military, with a failed marriage behind me, routine and predictability felt safe – and a little suffocating. That's why Kacy appealed to me. She stirred up such a tempest of emotions in me, that I felt alive for the first time in years. I opened the door and my breath caught in my throat. Kacy was an absolute vision of youthful beauty. Long dark hair framed a fresh and angelic face, a contrast to her lush womanly figure. I looked over her outfit. A red dress clung provocatively to her full breasts and hips, and her long legs ended in sexy black heels. I constantly had to remind myself to retain my composure lest she think me an uncivilized brute. She smiled demurely at me. "Good evening, Major Pierson." God I wanted to fuck her right there on my doorstep. "Kacy, please, when you're in my home, call me Craig." "Yes, sir," she said with mock severity, and I chuckled. She could always bring a smile to my face. I invited her in and prepared her a chamomile tea the way she liked it. God knows how much I wanted her, but I think also maybe I was falling for her. In my idealistic mind, I imagined she felt the same way, though we'd never spoken of it. I wanted nothing more than to claim this lovely woman for my own. "Have you got plans for the holidays?" I asked her, standing much closer to her than necessary to hand her her tea. She looked up at me coyly from under dark lashes, then shook her head slowly. The scent of chamomile and her exotic perfume stole to my nose, intoxicating me. I shook myself mentally and stepped away. We both sat down, and the hem of her dress stole up her thigh as she crossed her legs. I was grateful for the dining table which put a safe distance between us. "Well," I continued, "Christmas exodus is only a few weeks away..." I began sweating. She seemed to notice, and her veiled amusement further flustered me. I cleared my throat and pushed my discomfort aside. "I thought maybe you'd like to join me – us, us, that is, Rick and me, uh, for a skiing trip." She raised her eyebrows slightly at the mention of my son's name. Now she was clearly amused at my rudimentary attempts at communication, but she said nothing. It flustered me. Of course, I should have stopped there, but I continued nervously filling the silence. "Or not - I'm sure you have lots of things planned. Uh, but you're welcome to come for Christmas dinner. It'll be just me and Rick. Uh, but I understand if you can't – probably your family already has plans." Just shut up! I screamed at myself, and took a deep breath. "Thank you for the invitation, Major – um, Craig. I think I'd enjoy that very much. I'll prepare a special gift for you and wrap it in a big red ribbon." Suddenly I pictured her her sitting nearly nude beneath my Christmas tree, her lush curves wrapped in wide red ribbon. The air whooshed out of my lungs, and I was thankful the dining table concealed my erection. Her green eyes probed mine, and I felt an uncomfortable stirring in my heart. She could turn me inside out so easily. God, this was insanity! I needed to be a man and own up to my feelings for her. "Kacy," I began. "I really enjoy your company." "Thanks Major – Craig. You have a way of making me feel very welcome." Probably my imagination, but that sounded very sultry. My heart began to pound. "There's something I want to tell you – uh, ask you." Shit, I'd been through firefights in Afghanistan and never lost my nerve. I couldn't let it happen now. "Yes?" she prompted gently. "I just wanted to tell you that, uh, I feel..." I hesitated just a moment to gather my thoughts, when my son Rick came thundering down the stairway. Damn! The moment was gone. "Hey Dad, I'll be late tonight," he said as he dove into the hall closet to find a coat. "You ready, Kacy?" I glanced guiltily at Kacy to see her studying me with an inscrutable look on her face. Until Rick came and took her hand, pulling her from the table with a distinct lack of gentlemanly courtesy, and leading her to the door. She wrenched her hand free, handed him her keys, and said, "I left my purse. Why don't you go warm up my car?" Rick glanced at me, rolled his eyes, then disappeared out the door. I rose to meet Kacy with her purse in my hand. She took it, and our hands touched. She gasped softly, but didn't pull away. Green eyes bored into mine, and she said, "Craig... I hope next time we meet, you'll finish what you started... to say." I felt the effect of those words all the way to the tip of my cock. After Kacy drove away, with Rick in the passenger's seat, I collapsed into my recliner, my gut twisted into knots. I must be losing my mind. I was falling in lust with Kacy Ramos, beautiful Kacy, my son Rick's girlfriend, and 16 years my junior. Difficult as it was to admit, even to myself, I was terribly envious of my son. He had no idea what a treasure he had in Kacy, and he took it so much for granted it made me sick. About six months ago, I got orders to relocate to this base in August. Rick was preparing for his senior year in high school. Understandably, he was extremely resentful about the move and made no secret of it. After the move, my son became a real pain in the ass overnight. He defied house rules whenever he could, and almost seemed to be trying to get caught underage drinking on base, which could force us out of base housing. Things were really bad for about two months, when I thought for sure he would flunk out of school or end up arrested. On his school counselor's suggestion, Rick was paired with a mentor/tutor from the local university. Kacy was matched with him for convenience sake because she also lived on base. Almost immediately I saw a change. Kacy seemed to have a taming influence on my son. She was a college girl with goals and dedication to them. She challenged him intellectually, and inspired him to explore his own potential. Rick started to get his act together and I felt unburdened. It seemed only natural when they began dating. It hadn't taken long for my respect for Kacy to grow into something more. She seemed a sensual woman beneath the surface, though Rick admitted they weren't having sex. In a rare moment of confidence, he once said to me, "Dad, what is it with Kacy? High school girls want to go party and have fun and make out. And it's like she's too good for that," he said derisively. "I just don't get her." He didn't ask my advice, so I didn't offer any. But I realized she would quickly outgrow him and tire of his immature attitude. He must have known it too, because he started to distance himself and take his lays on the side. That disappointed me. He should have at least broken off with her first. She deserved that courtesy. Which brings us to this night. I had tried to confess my feelings to a beautiful young woman and tripped over my own tongue before being usurped by my own son. I poured myself a single malt scotch and tried to clear my head. So there I was, sitting home alone drinking on a Friday night. Rick took Kacy to a party. There would no doubt be alcohol there. Perhaps that would weaken her defenses. Maybe she would make out with Rick, maybe even let him fuck her. The thought turned me on at the same time it twisted my gut. I wondered how her face would look contorted in orgasmic bliss. As the liquor made its way into my bloodstream, I wondered what position she liked, and if she liked to talk dirty. I wondered how her pussy tasted and what kind of noises she made as she came. I put my head in my hands. Clearly I had masochistic tendencies to torture myself like this. Disgusted at the direction my thoughts had headed, I poured myself another. Ah, Kacy. I didn't understand her any more than Rick did, but that's what I liked about her. Her complexity challenged me. Her relationship with Rick was tenuous at best. The day was fast approaching when he would break it off with her. And when he did... it was my fantasy that I would be the one to move in and sweep her off her feet. Nice fantasy, huh? Me at 38, thinking I could make a 20-something woman's dreams come true. Would it be disloyal to my son? I wasn't sure. Was she worth risking the strained relationship I had with him? I'd never know unless I tried. That was it, I resolved to tell Kacy the way I felt for her next time I saw her, and hoped she didn't think me a disgusting old man. I felt a little better for deciding on a course of action. In the meantime, however, I hadn't had a date for several weeks, and all this thought of Kacy had me feeling more than a little horny. Closing up the curtains, I flipped the TV on and raided my private video collection. Slipping one in the machine, I took off my shirt and got comfy on the couch. In the darkness, facing an image of a pretty brunette giving a hearty blowjob on the screen, I had only to think of Kacy to get uncomfortably hard. Wanting the moment to last, I jerked off slowly, trying to keep Kacy from my mind. One thought of her and I'd cum all over the place. I had just settled into a slow steady rhythm when there was a quiet knock on the front door. I froze, knowing it would be near impossible to get this boner down to get the door. Figuring it was just one of Rick's friends, I decided to ignore it. It was cold outside, they would go away. But the knocking was persistent. I turned off the video. Willing my erection to go down, I walked to the front door and peeked out the window. My heart fell to the floor with a twist of nausea – it was Kacy! What the hell was she doing here? What should I do? Ignore her? Let her in to see the raging hard-on she'd caused? I decided to hide behind the door and peek around it, and send her on her way as quickly as possible. This was neither the time nor place to confess my feelings for her. I was too worked up and a little too buzzed to trust myself. "Kacy..." I forced a casual smile. She smiled back warmly. "Hi, Major – sorry, Craig. I hope I'm not disturbing you?" "No, it's fine," I croaked. If only she knew how much she disturbed me. I took a deep breath of the cold air to calm myself. "I wasn't expecting you back here tonight, is something wrong?" "Yes actually, may I come in?" and she slipped past me through the door before I could say no. Her luscious ass bumped against my semi-hard boner, but either she didn't notice, or chose to ignore it. I gaped open-mouthed after her, watching her ass jiggle slightly as she walked toward the kitchen. Realizing I was standing at the open door letting in an icy draft, I shook my head to clear it and steeled myself to join her in the dining room. I could feel the effects of the liquor I'd drunk. This was the first time we'd ever been alone in the house together. Pleasantly buzzed, the little head took over and I began to see the possibilities of this situation. No, no, no – mustn't think like that! "Kacy, I don't understand. Where's Rick?" Her voice was cool as she spoke. "Once we hit the party, he disappeared into a bedroom with some girl when he thought I wasn't looking. Though I doubt that's the first girl he's seen since we started dating, right?" I was stunned. "You're right. I should have told you. I wanted to..." "Why didn't you?" she asked softly. This was it, the moment of truth. And I had enough liquid courage in me that I could finally own it. "I didn't want you to split with Rick because... because I enjoyed your company. If you knew about his cheating, I might never see you again." She smiled softly at my declaration. No awkward pause, no hasty retreat to the door – all good signs as far as I was concerned. She slipped her jacket off and draped it carefully over the dining room chair, treating me to the full view of that clingy red dress and hard nipples. "I've known since the beginning he couldn't stay away from the high school girls, that's why I wouldn't let him touch me." Then those green eyes turned to mine. "I had my own reasons for sticking it out." I was perplexed. I wanted that to mean something she couldn't possibly have intended. Could she? "What reasons could you possible have for staying with a guy who cheats on you?" She shrugged, then gave me a mischievous smile. "Maybe I needed him to get my foot in the door." There was a hint of sultriness in her voice – or maybe it was just my imagination. God I was dense, but this was too important to me to leave unfinished. "But if you knew, why -?" "I must say, Craig," she interrupted dramatically, "I hope you didn't get all dressed up on my account." Suddenly, I became acutely aware of my state of undress. I could hardly feel embarrassed, I did work out daily, but I did feel very naked in just my drawstring pants. "Though I am enjoying the view," she added pointedly. I think she made me blush, something I hadn't done in years. There she was again, keeping me unbalanced by her very nature. Unaccustomed to being on the defensive, I countered half-jokingly, "Perhaps you'd like to see more?" She seemed amused. Her tongue slid across her full lips as she stepped nearer to me until our bodies nearly touched. With her face mere inches from mine, she breathed, "Perhaps you would." Stunned, I couldn't react in time – she glided away from me toward the living room, tossing a glance back at me over her shoulder. Mesmerized, I followed her twitching backside to the living room where a bluescreen glowed softly on the TV. "Watching a movie, Major?" She picked up the remote from the sofa. I reached for it, trying to hide my panic, but she held it just out of reach. "Please, don't let me interrupt, I love a good video." I watched in horror as she pressed play, and the close-up of the pretty brunette sucking cock filled the screen. My stomach plunged to the floor as I watched Kacy watch the video. To my surprise, her face showed not disgust but intrigue. This alone was enough to make me rock hard again. Without taking her eyes from the screen, Kacy murmured, "Funny, that girl looks kind of like me!" I cleared my throat, mumbling in agreement. My face burned with embarassment, and I was glad for the dim light. She glanced back at me. "But I'm sure you noticed that already, didn't you, sir? In fact, I'd say that's why you're watching it..." I couldn't take it anymore. She could play games with Rick, but not with me, I wouldn't tolerate it. I came up behind her, grasping her shoulders – a little too hard, from the sound of her gasp – and pulled her roughly back against me. My hard cock settled against her soft round ass. A little drunk, teased to the breaking point, and with the images of that steamy blowjob staring me in the face, I growled angrily in her ear. "Is this the game you played with Rick? Tease him to keep his interest? Get him all hot and hard, then walk away? It wasn't enough to get him, you have to get me too?" She didn't answer immediately, and I didn't release her. Her body settled comfortably into mine, as though she savored my assault as an embrace. Her perfume filled my nostrils like a drug, and I felt an urge to bite the soft flesh of her neck. Finally, after long seconds of unbearable physical closeness, she broke the silence. "You shouldn't be jealous of your son, Craig..." she said softly. Jealous. The shameful truth was revealed. Kacy was absolutely right, I was jealous of my own son. She continued, "Don't you understand by now? You're the one I want. You were the one all along... I was using Rick to get to you." Now I was sure she was messing with me. Angered at the direction she took her game, I released her none too gently, and she stumbled away from me. Then she turned to face me, her cheeks flushed, eyes looking directly into mine. The look on my face must have been dark, as she slowly stepped backwards. I advanced on her, lust tensing every muscle in my body. "Just know this, Kacy," I began gravely, "before your game goes too far. I am not the boy that Rick is. I am a man. And if you offer invitations to me, I will take them. You're on my turf now, and these are the rules of engagement." She stopped with her back to the wall. I kept advancing until my body pinned hers in place. If she wanted me to stop, the moment was now, because once my lips touched hers, I knew I would lose my self-control. "So, do you surrender?" To my surprise, she seized the initiative in that moment, tilting her face up decisively to mine for a searing first kiss. The first shot was fired, the battle was on. And I had no intention of ceasing fire. Heat. Intense frenetic heat raced through my body like wildfire, with me powerless to control it. Her mouth tasted sweet as I plundered its depths with my tongue. I wasted no time. My hands found her round full breasts, and that agonizing flame culminated in my throbbing cock. She pulled her mouth from mine to gasp, "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, Craig. What took you so long?" I kissed and licked my way down her neck, eliciting gasps and moans from my sweet young partner as I teased her nipples through her dress. She responded by exploring my body with her hands, raking her nails through my chest hair, and sliding one hand into my pants. When that hand closed around my cock, I nearly jumped out of my skin. She slowly stroked me with a firm grip – a little too well, threatening my self-control. I pulled her hand from my cock and pinned it against the wall. "You're too young for me, Kacy," I growled. "You belong to another man – not just any man, but my own son!" As the words left my lips, the forbiddenness of what I'd said fueled the fire between us, and I knew there was no turning back. She wiggled her hand free to grip my hair, forcing me to look in her eyes. I saw a flame burning in them. "We're both adults, Craig, and I've made my choice. Lets just say the better man won." Through the buzz in my head, her words made sense. Why fight it? Impatiently, I yanked the dress from off her shoulders so I could taste those hot rosebud nipples. As my lips closed over one, Kacy squirmed and gasped. Raking my teeth over it, her knees nearly buckled. I wasn't feeling so strong myself, so I quickly brought her over to the sofa, not daring to release her long enough to get upstairs to my bedroom, long enough for either of us to change our minds. I slid her dress off the rest of the way, found to my surprise no undergarments beneath it, and pressed her down on the couch. God, I'd waited so long to see her. With her naked beauty spread before me, I was a man who had it all and wanted it all at the same time. I wanted to taste her, to give her pleasure, to bury myself deep inside her and feel the total ecstasy only she could give me. I wanted to be on her and in her and with her until my whole world fell apart into a ruin that only she could rebuild. In that moment, she was my golden goddess, and I so very much desired only to worship her. I knelt on the floor beside the couch and moved down her body on a trail of wet kisses, starting at her soft full lips, over the sensitive skin of her neck, down to the rosy tips of each perfect breast, down her soft belly, pausing to dip my tongue in her navel, until finally I arrived at my destination. I was determined to bring her to the fevered pitch of excitement that I was at. But after several moments of focused foreplay, I realized that she was already there. Every caress of her body yielded sighs, every kiss brought forth moans, every lick summoned gasps – as though I was a sorcerer of the body to conjure any response I desired. And I desired to hear them all – especially the primal cry of orgasm. Proper Military Bearing Ch. 01 A neatly trimmed nest of brown curls sat at the entrance to this goddess's temple, and I was ready and eager to worship. The fresh rich scent of intense arousal filled my nose like intoxicating incense. I paused to savor the aroma, but Kacy's impatient moans urged me not to linger too long. I slowly lowered my face to her shaven pussylips. I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit for a wet kiss, then slid my tongue down, inside her, to taste her arousal. Her body writhed against me, and I knew I dared not deny her too much longer. My lips returned to her clit, drawing into the heat of my mouth where my tongue could caress and stroke it. Mere moments did my tongue dance on the head of her clit before her breath came fast and she urged me on with passionate cries. "Craig... I'm gonna come..." she breathed, followed by a primal woman-in-ecstasy cry as her orgasm seized her. The wetness of her pussy bathed my face as her body clenched over and over in time with the hot throbbing in my cock. I slid a finger deep inside her, and she shouted out loud as the pleasure intensified. I stayed with her until the waves of climax began to ebb, and she shuddered her last. Then I sprang into action. "Oh god, Kacy, I've waited so long for this," I said with strangled breath as I stepped out of my flannel pants. But to my surprise, as I moved over her, she stopped me. Without a word, she rose from the sofa, pressing me down on it in her place. I stared transfixed at her beauty as she kneeled on the floor at my feet. Oh god, I knew what she wanted to do to me, and it terrified and thrilled me at once. I knew I could never last through a blowjob – I wanted her too damn much. "Come on back up here, baby – there's plenty of time for that later." She smiled at me as she caught my meaning. Then she climbed into my lap, straddling my hips. The head of my cock came to rest on her clit, and she began to rock back and forth, anointing me with her sweet moisture, driving me mad with pleasure. She was teasing me, and I loved it, but I couldn't take any more. As she rocked back, I grasped her hips and thrust up into her, enveloping my hard dick in her velvety wetness. A jolt of electricity passed through my dick into my body, and I felt it all the way to my fingertips. I'd never in my life felt such pleasure. Kacy gasped too, and went still, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Kacy, are you okay?" I was afraid I'd hurt her. She nodded, "Yeah... it's just been a while." She laughed softly. "And you're packing some size down there." "We can change positions, if you want? Something not as deep?" "No. Just let me..." she breathed as she began to move, gently at first. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, trying not to move. This was an experience I wanted so much to repeat, so it had to be exceptionally good for Kacy. I wanted her to find me to be a sensitive and generous lover, and to want to visit regularly. But it was so damn hard not to jackhammer her warm little pussy down onto me. The slow gentle fucking she gave me was sweet torture. Her cunt was a tight little glove that squeezed me with every downward movement. Every stroke was a little stronger, a little more comfortable for her. Her body adjusted to my size quickly, and she was sure to keep pushing the limits. In the soft lamplight I watched every expression on her face, her parted lips, brow furrowed, eyes drowsy and sensual. And she watched me watch her. Her full young breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. And the rosy flush of orgasm still glowed in her cheeks and over her chest. She was exquisite, and I told her so. "So many times... I've pictured you just like this," I murmured against her throat as I nibbled soft kisses on it. When I bit down on her neck, she gasped in surprise, but her hips thrust harder. Her pussy had relaxed enough to let her ride me deep – and she did, slamming the weight of her body down to make sure my cock reached every last corner of her hot tunnel. It had only been mere minutes, but god I wanted to cum. But being the generous lover obligated me to bring her off again. "Kacy, I want you to come again. Come all over my cock, let me see you." To my surprise, Kacy reached down to rub her own clit, an incredible turn-on for me. Her hips pumped hard over mine, pistoning my cock deep into her hot wet pussy. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her onto me, aiding the deep penetration, our sweaty bodies sliding together. Her breath came faster, and I knew she was getting close. "Oh, Major," she breathed, "Craig... baby... fuck me hard!" So I obliged her, grasping her shoulders and jerking her body down as I thrust up hard into her. She panted for breath, her green eyes meeting mine for a moment, before her head fell back with a loud cry. I swear I could feel every rhythmic contraction of that girl's pussy as she orgasmed long and hard around my throbbing cock. It sent me over the edge. I buried my face in her breasts as I pulled her deep onto me, those pussy contractions squeezing me into the most intense climax I'd ever experienced. I shot load after load of cum so deep into this girl, I thought she might choke on it. I came so hard I actually saw stars before I realized I was holding my breath. I let it out with a fierce growl, squeezing Kacy close to me. Her hips ground down onto mine, sealing us together as we rode out those waves of orgasm together. I was the king of the fucking world! As our heartbeats slowed, we held each other close in a post-coital lassitude. Vaguely, I wondered what would happen now. The experience seemed almost surreal, like the stuff of Penthouse letters. I didn't regret what happened – not yet anyway. Would Kacy? And what about Rick? I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach. But then Kacy lifted her head from my shoulder and kissed me deeply. My heart began to race once again. She stirred tender feelings in my heart, while my brain screamed at me that she was everything a man my age should avoid – for so many reasons. "I suppose Rick will be back soon," I said, eager to avoid confrontation with my son. Kacy leaned back to look at me, and I felt her guard go up a bit. Disappointment stabbed me in the heart. "I want to see you again," she said candidly. She kissed me, but I said nothing. As she peeled her body away from mine, the cool air chilled our damp skin. Clothes were strewn about the room, and the air reeked of sex. She began to gather her clothing. "Do you want to see me again?" she asked. Her voice was casual, but her demeanor was anything but. I did want to see her again, certainly. But was it wise? Though it tore me up, the prudent military side of me chose that moment to rear its ugly head. "I don't know if it's such a good idea." The silence after that comment was deafening, though Kacy did nothing to acknowledge it. In keeping with my weakness, I continued speaking to fill the silence, "I mean, first you'll need to sort things out with Rick." Her expression brightened a bit. "I can have that taken care of tonight. When can I can see you again?" I couldn't deny how much her happiness affected me. I caressed her cheek. Her eyes searched mine, probing beyond the words that fell from my lips. "It's just not that simple. It'll look strange if we start dating." "I don't care about that, and neither should you. When?" she pressed. There was a stubborn set to her chin, and a glint of mischief in her eyes. I wouldn't win this, I knew it. The real battle wasn't with her, it was within myself – and both she and I knew it. "I don't know. A couple weeks, maybe?" I conceded. She pulled me close for a deep kiss. My fragmented and misguided protestations melted away with the heat of that kiss. I didn't want things to be like this. I wanted Kacy to stay the night with me and wake up in my arms. But that couldn't happen - not yet. Not when there were so many loose ends to tie up. "A couple weeks?" she pouted. "That's too long. I could come over when Rick is out. No one would know." I chuckled. "You're incorrigible, young lady. I won't be your booty call." At that comment, she giggled. "I have no trouble skulking around for now." Suddenly, the glare of headlights glowed through the curtains, and we knew Rick was home. Though the situation felt unresolved to me, we had no choice but to put it on hold. Hastily, we gathered up our clothing, Kacy rushing into the bathroom to freshen up, and me throwing my pants and tee on in the living room. I pulled the video and threw it in the closet. And I prayed the overpowering aroma of sex permeating the living room would go unnoticed. I just had time to put a kettle on for tea before Rick burst in through the door, looking none too pleased. A hickey marred his neck, and he reeked of teeny-bopper perfume, the kind that smells like bubble gum. I wanted to gag. Feigning surprise, I greeted my son. "You're home early." He scowled at me. "Kacy took off and left me at the party." I said nothing. Then Kacy entered the room, looking as cool and collected as when she first arrived. That forbidden secret burned between us, and it was hard to keep from staring at each other. Thankfully, Rick seemed not to notice, but he turned to me in astonishment. "What the hell is SHE doing here?" To be continued...