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Becky's Marine Ch. 01

By: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax



This is my first work. I originally published it or another site, and have since made a few changes. I felt them necessary, as it made the story more complete.

This is a story about life, not just sex. Sex is coming, but other things must come first. Please rate, comment and enjoy.

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The world was swimming around me, the force of the blast had blurred my vision and I could hear bells ringing. As I climbed out of the wrecked humvee, all I could see was smoke and dust. I heard the screaming of my fellow Marines and was climbing out when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I swivelled around in the bar stool and saw Carl chuckling at me, his face turning into a slight frown as he saw the glassy look in my eyes.

"You okay?" He asked in a hushed tone which was barely heard over the music.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, failing to convince myself.

"Flashbacks again?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only to those who know you. Come on, we're headed to the bonfire."

Carl Branson was my best friend of 20 years and is 5 years older than I am. We had grown up together in California and left when we both got a job at an oil refinery in the south. He was 6 feet tall and skinny as a rail, his meager 150 lbs covered in tattoos. He had been going bald for years and had taken to shaving his head every few days. Though most people wouldn't find him intimidating, he had a mean streak in him and was stronger than he looked.

My name is Andrew Anderson, I'm 28 years old, stand 6'3 and weigh 200 lbs, though most of that is muscle. Growing up in California, I graduated high school in June of 2005 and by July I was at Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego. I served for 7 years and went on 2 tours of duty, one in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. I was medically separated in 2012 after our convoy was hit with an IED, killing 3 of my friends and injuring me with shrapnel through my right arm. I had what the doctors called 'a mild case of PTSD' which brought the occasional flashback as well as reactions to sudden loud noises and horrible nightmares.

Shaking myself from the dark memories of the past, I finished my beer, paid my tab and headed for the door. Carl was waiting outside by my truck with a few of our coworkers and several women. None of them really caught my eye and most had been hanging on to one of the other guys the whole night. That is, until I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, wait up!"

It was Becky, Becky Seiver. She was a local girl about 25 years old and was a regular to Smokey's bar, which was the best local watering hole. She was 5'5 and maybe 110 lbs sopping wet. She had long brown hair and a body that would drive any man crazy. Her breasts were on the small side, though it didn't bother me, as she was well proportioned. Her past relationships had been with some pretty rough boys and I couldn't help but feel bad for her. I wanted to protect her from making bad choices again but I knew I couldn't. I wasn't my place to interfere.

"Y'all going to the bonfire?" She asked with hope in her eyes and that southern drawl that melted my heart.

"Yeah, hop in if your coming," I said, receiving a grin from Carl. He knew how I felt about her and we never kept secrets. She walked toward the back of the truck when Carl stopped her.

"Where do you think your going?"

"With you guys."

"Not back here your not, you ride shotgun."

"Isn't that your spot?"

"Not tonight it isn't," He gave a nod in my direction. As she turned toward me I opened the door for her. She smiled at me and walked to the open door.

After closing the door I looked at Carl and mouthed a 'thank you'. He nodded and climbed in the bed of the truck. My truck was nothing special, just a beat up '87 Ford F-250, but it got us where we needed to go. Carl had installed a nice sound system in it which I greatly appreciated. And over the past several years of our employment at the refinery we had made various upgrades to it such as a 6 inch lift, a brush guard and a new transfer case for the 4 wheel drive. 

We left Smokey's headed down county road 41 until we reached the Marshal county line. Then we took a left on a dirt road for about a mile until the road ended. Most people would stop there but those of us with trucks would drop them into 4x4 and head into the light forest. After another 10 minutes of slow going we would come the fire pit we used fairly regularly. The ride over was relatively quiet, Becky finally breaking the silence.

"So... How's work been going?"

"It's okay I guess, pretty quiet lately," I didn't take my eyes off the road for fear that I wouldn't be able to take them off of her.

"That's good. When do you work again?"

"Tomorrow night. Tonight is the up all night to get my clock turned around."

There was another silence, this one slightly awkward. Again, she broke it.

"What was California like?"

I was a bit taken off guard. Having known her for a few months I had never really mentioned home or much of my past at all.

"It was OK I guess. I grew up about an hour from San Francisco and it wasn't too bad. I absolutely hated LA though."

"Did you live down there?"

"I was stationed about 45 minutes away at Camp Pendleton for 7 years. Longest years of my life."

"I didn't know you spent time in the military. Did you go overseas?"

Old memories came flooding back to me. This was one of the very few subjects I didn't like talking about to anyone, not even Carl.

"Yeah, I did 2 tours. Once to Iraq and once to Afghanistan."

"How was it?"

I couldn't talk about it. It was still painful to think of those who died. Those three whose names are tattooed on my ribs. 

"It was like living a nightmare. I'd rather not talk about it now."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," I could tell by her voice this wasn't the answer she was expecting.

"It's okay, its just hard to deal with sometimes. How have things been with you? Still have all the boys chasing after you?"

"I've been OK. There are a few who have been interested, but none of them really interest me. I'm waiting for a special someone."

"Well whoever he is, he's one lucky guy."

"You know, if you ever need anyone to talk to or just need to vent, I'm here."

"Your sweet Becky, but I wouldn't want to bother you with my troubles."

"No trouble at all." She reached into the cup holder and grabbed my phone. "If you need me, call me."

When she finished putting her number in my phone she put it back in the cup holder. I brought the truck to a stop and let out a sigh. We had a problem.

Carl tapped on the back glass, motioning me to open the window.

"Is that a fence? When did that get there?" He said with a hint of disappointment.

"That's a fence all right," I shut the truck off and got out, walking around to the back.

"What do you wanna do guys?"

Carl looked at the fence. The metal posts were so new they didn't have any rust on them yet. "Ram it, you have a brush guard."

"And be stuck out here with a flat? No thanks. That's barbed wire." I said

"Can we cut it?"

"Maybe. Check in that crate for bolt cutters. I usually have some back here."

Carl uncovered the small footlocker I kept in the bed of my truck and began digging through it. He pulled out a small axe and folding shovel, some cold weather clothing and finally handed me the bolt cutters.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Becky asked as I walked to the fence.

"Sure. I don't see a 'no trespassing' sign."

She stopped by the front of the truck as I went to cut the wire for the fence. When the wire was clear I handed the cutters back to Carl and drove us to the bonfire sight. 

By the time we got there it was almost midnight. The full moon illuminated the small clearing in the woods. 15 large stones that had taken hours of work to move sat in a large circle in the middle of the clearing with a large pile of ashes in the center of them. Much of the grass had been dug up in a 20 foot circle around the rocks to make sure we didn't burn the woods down. 

I backed the truck up to the edge of the exposed dirt and everyone climbed out. There was some wood in a pile by a tree which we kept for starting the next fire. The guys worked on the fire and unloaded the truck of alcohol, while I retrieved the small axe to cut more wood. After a short walk, I came upon a creek with several fallen trees, perfect for firewood.

I must have been gone for a while because Becky showed up with 2 beers. She handed one to me as she sat down on a log.

"How 'bout a break?" She asked with a smile that stole my heart. I could never tell her that, but I thought about it just the same.

"Now that you mentioned it, I could use a break, thanks"

We sat on the log for a minute before she spoke. "How much wood have you cut?"

I pointed to a large pile by a bush, "that much."

"That should be plenty. Let's grab some and head back to the party," She went to grab some but I stopped her. She looked at me puzzled until I took off the black zip up sweater I had on.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Pile it on here and it'll take less trips. Not to mention save our backs. You can go back to the party and I'll get this."

"I'll help," Before I could say another word she was piling wood on my sweater. I stood there for a moment enjoying the view. Her tight, athletic ass almost staring back at me. Shaking my head, I snapped back to reality and gave her a hand. Once the wood was piled up, I hauled it back to the fire. By this time, most everyone was drunk and more people had shown up. Probably invited by Carl or the others. 

We drank, danced and had fun until about 4:30 am. The fire started to die down and people started to get tired, leaving in ones and twos. Carl and I, both having to work tomorrow, were still up and worked on getting people ready to leave. I went to get some water to put out the fire from the creek when I saw a scene that broke my heart.

Becky was sitting by the creek making out with another guy. I guess I can't be too mad because we weren't together but it still hurt. I went to walk further upstream to give them some privacy when I heard what sounded like Becky trying to get him off of her.

I tried to focus my mind on what was happening around me, make sure things were really as they seem; my PTSD was known to play tricks on me. I stood there listening to the sounds around me: the stream flowing over the rocks, the wind in the trees, a twig snapped making me turn to see Carl standing near the clearing. Then I heard the only thing I needed to. 

"Stop, get off me!"

Carl must have heard it too and anticipated my reaction, rather correctly I might add. Before I realized what I was doing, I was walking towards where Becky was sitting, trying to push this man off of her. He was too preoccupied with her to notice me.  

He did notice Carl walking up. He stood up to challenge Carl, never noticing me behind him. He stood 5'10" and was a bit on the heavy side, probably about 215 lbs or so. In the moonlight it looked like he had short brown hair and about 4 days worth of stubble. 

"What the fuck do you want?" He said to Carl as he approached.

"I want you to get your hands off her, she told you to stop," was Carl's retort.

"Fuck you. I'll kick your scrawny ass!"

"I'm not the one you should be worried about," He pointed towards me. Judging by the look on her face, that's when Becky first noticed me as well. It was a look of fear and salvation, all at once.

When he turned around he jumped a mile. He raised his fist to strike, but was too late. The last thing I remember was grabbing his fist and wrenching his arm around behind his back, blackness of rage overtaking me.

When I came to, I was sitting I was sitting on the tailgate of the truck. My face was a bit sore, no doubt from him landing at least one good blow. Carl was sitting next to me.

"What happened over there bro?" Carl asked, his tone was more of amazement than anything else. 

"I.. I don't know. The last thing I remember was hearing Becky telling that asshole to stop. How bad was it?"

"Dude, it was amazing! Who knew you could make someone cry like that by only holding their fist."

"Is Becky OK?"

"She's fine, she's sitting in the truck keeping warm. I offered her one of ur jackets from the crate in the back but she refused."

"Thanks man. What would I do without you?" I put my hand on his shoulder before hopping down. Looking around I saw that the fire was out and everything was back as it was before.

I climbed into the cab and sat down, Becky put her hand on my right arm. I jumped a bit, more from pain than from fright. The wounds I sustained had never fully healed, though I would never admit it.

"Thank you for that," She said, smiling at me. It was a genuine smile, one I could look at forever.

"No problem. If he ever gives you any shit again, just let me know."

"Oh, he won't," she said smiling, "he was so scared I don't think he will ever be back."

I couldn't help but smile, though not about the things I had done, but about helping Becky. It felt good to know she could trust me a bit more. I was brought back to reality when Carl pushed his head through the back window.

"Everything is cleaned up and everyone is loaded up. Ready when you are."

"Thanks Carl, let's go home," with that I put the truck in drive and we headed back to Smokey's, where everyone had left their cars. 

The ride back was quiet. I had some music turned on low and I could hear the slow, rhythmic breathing of Becky as she slept. When we turned back onto county road 41, Becky's head fell slowly sideways onto my arm. I winced in pain, but kept quiet and still so as not to wake her. I could feel her cool cheek on my arm and it sent a feeling of joy through my body, like someone hit me with a bug zapper. I never wanted this moment to end.

When we arrived at Smokey's, everyone got out of the truck and went to their vehicles. Before Becky got out she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.

"Don't be a stranger," she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was hard to maintain my composure, but I must have done a good enough job because she didn't say anything more. Just got out and went to her own truck. Carl and I headed back to our house in our separate vehicles to rest up for work the next night.

As I laid in my bed, I thought about the events of the night. My mind drifted to how Becky managed to get down by the creek with that jackass, finally resigning to the conclusion that he followed her down there. I kept trying to remember what had happened after I blacked out, but nothing came to me.

My thoughts slowly wandered to Becky, her dark brown hair cascading down to her mid back, framing her soft, feminine face. Her blue eyes like sapphires, glowing in the moonlight. Slowly, sleep took me back to darker times.

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"Mortars!"

I shot out of my cot, hitting the floor and finding cover where I could. Explosions rocked the ground and shook the foundation of the rickety building we were staying in. When the distinctive whistle and the blasts had stopped, we gathered outside, prepared to fend off an attack.

Moments later they were upon us, shooting wildly with AK-47's and small machine guns mounted on pickup trucks. Time seemed to slow, seconds feeling like minutes as we struggled desperately to repel the sudden attack. 

Bullets kicked up dust around my feet, causing me to move to a more covered position. On the run I fired a few rounds, mostly as covering fire, reaching the side of a corrugated steel building and sliding to a stop. As I peeked around the corner, I saw a rocket being fired directly at the corner I had just slid behind.

Becky's Marine Ch. 02



I woke up in a cold sweat, the vivid dream still fresh in my mind. As most dreams are, the events weren't quite as they had happened; taking mortar and rocket fire, yet not being seriously hurt. 

I took a cold shower to try and clear my head, the images still at the forefront of my mind. 'It's gonna be a long night,' I thought.

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It had been 2 weeks since the bonfire. 2 long weeks at work. It was now early September and the weather was starting to cool down. I talked to Becky a few times since then, mostly at Smokey's. Those were nights I really enjoyed, nights when the only thing that mattered was her. We would joke and laugh, talk shit and swap stories but nothing of any real consequence.

I had just walked back into the operations shack at work when my phone buzzed. One long buzz, it was a text. The operations shack was just that. A shack. Actually it was a pair of sea containers that had been pushed together and had their joining walls removed to make it one big container. I sat down at my desk, turned my radio down and pulled out my phone. 

From Becky:

I have a date tonight!!

To Becky:

With who?

From Becky:

With you. Be at Smokey's at 8!

To Becky:

What if I have to work tomorrow?

From Becky:

I know you don't. You told me you start your week off tomorrow remember?

She was right, our schedule was set up so we only worked 14 days a month; seven day shifts and seven nights. Sure it made having a life difficult, but the pay was well worth it.

To Becky:

Smokey's at 8? Done.

I got home at 5:34, plenty of time to shower and relax a bit. After a quick shower to wash the smell of work off of me, I put on some jeans and a black shirt and sat down on the couch. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed again. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked it.

From Carl:

Heard u have a date tonight...

To Carl:

Yea, I'm pretty excited actually. U got plans tonight?

From Carl:

Get wasted and fuck someone's daughter

To Carl:

This is why I always have to bail you out of bad spots

From Carl:

It was one time, and I could have taken him. Enjoy ur date. I'll see u at Smokey's.

I didn't reply. There was no need. I watched TV for another half hour or so, then I got dressed. As I looked through my closet I realized I had no idea what she was planning. Was it formal? Casual? Somewhere in between? I thought about texting her, but decided to just bring a few shirts with me to change on the fly if needed. 

I grabbed my truck keys and looked at the clock on the stove on my way out the door. 7:38, plenty of time to get there.

When I arrived, Becky was sitting in her truck, rocking out to music. I know she didn't notice me because the music was so loud I could clearly hear it from outside. It was a song I knew, Slipknot's 'nomadic'. It's a good song, but like all good things, it had to come to n end.

After about a minute into her jamfest, I walked to the back of her truck and started rocking it up and down, using the bumper as leverage. I could see the back of her head as she looked for the source of the motion, finally seeing me from her rear view mirror.

She turned off her truck and got out. My heart skipped at least two beats when I saw her. She had a grey zip up sweater which was unzipped, showing a white shirt underneath. Her shirt was accentuated more due to the slight, womanly curves of her chest. She was around a B cup, maybe a little larger. She had faded and ripped blue jeans and her cowboy boots. My god, she was beautiful. 

She walked over to me and gave me a hug. I couldn't be sure, but I think she was drawing it out longer than normal. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach around my neck.

"So, whats the plan?" I asked after she let me go.

"We are going to the county line bar, its just over in Marshal county."

"I've heard of it but never been."

"Good," she said with a grin. "Then you won't know what my plan is!" She chuckled a bit which kinda made me nervous to tell you the truth. 

"OK. You drive or I drive?"

"You drive, I love your truck."

We walked back to my truck and I opened her door for her. She smiled and climbed in, using the 'oh shit' handle to pull herself up. We made a left out of the parking lot and headed toward Marshal county, bantering back and forth for a bit, then she hit me with a question that I wasn't expecting.

"Can you sing?"

"Can I? Yes. Do I sound good? No."

She gave a small laugh and left it at that. I've never been comfortable talking in front of crowds and now I have a feeling I'll be singing in front of them. This will be interesting.

We reached the county line bar at around 9, the place not totally dead, but it was slow. We ordered beers and she wanted to do shots. I can't let a lady drink alone so I took a few with her. She began talking to the bartender and I took an opportunity to really get a feel for the place. 

It was much like an average bar, groups of people sitting at tables, some in the few booths that were against the far wall. We sat at the bar against the right hand wall from the entrance, and just opposite us was a stage. It was actually a rather large stage for such a small bar, probably for local bands to perform. The air smelled of smoke, sweat and liquor. This was home for a Marine like me, having spent many nights in bars very similar to this. Just as I was turning back around I saw it, sitting at the corner of the stage, a karaoke machine. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I turned back to Becky and she gave me a knowing grin, plan discovered. I smiled back as honestly as I could and ordered us another round, which we both drank and ordered another beer. If I was going to sing, I would need it.

Around 11 my phone buzzed. I checked it, figuring it must be Carl.

From Carl:

What happened to coming to Smokey's?

To Carl:

Went elsewhere. See you later.

From Carl:

Probably taking a girl home tonight, just FYI

To Carl:

Thanks, at least one of us is.

From Carl:

u never know...

I left it at that, setting my phone to silent and put it away. Just then, Becky grabbed my arm, again hitting the scars from the explosion. I winced in pain, which she clearly saw. She pulled her hand away and looked nervous.

"It's OK. Old wounds. Docs say it will probably never fully heal." I said loud enough to be heard over the cacophony of the bar.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," her apology was genuine, a worried look about her.

"So why did we come here exactly?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Her smile returned almost instantly. She pointed to the karaoke machine.

"Sing with me!" She had to almost yell for me to hear her. The bar was packed by now.

I must have had a look of displeasure on me because she gave me the pouty lip and puppy dog eyes. How could I say no to her.

"OK OK. Let's go," she almost yanked me off the bar stool. Who knew she was so strong. She went over toward the DJ booth and flipped through the songs they had, picking one for her to sing, then she picked the duet we would sing. She pulled me down close to her and whispered, though whispering was more like regular volume at that point, "sing something for me."

A chill ran down my spine. What should I pick? Rock? I could do some rock song to impress her, or I could do something more slow and meaningful. Decisions, decisions. I told her to go put in an order for 2 beers so we could have them when we were done, hoping to get her to leave so I could pick something special. She walked off and I made my selection.

When she returned, the DJ made the announcement that Becky was going to sing. She got up on stage and sat in the stool, grabbing the mic and introducing herself and the song she was going to sing: 'All American Girl' by Carrie Underwood. The music came on and shortly afterwards the room was filled with her beautiful voice. She sounded just like an angel. I hung onto every note, every word. Each one more perfect than the last. 

When the song ended, she stood and took a bow to a big round of applause. She then motioned for me to join her. I walked up on stage, pulling up the other stool. She looked at me and mouthed 'are you ready?' I nodded to her, then to the DJ. He started the next song. I recognized the tune right away and I could only smile at her. I didn't need lyrics on screen to tell me the words. I began, as best I could.

"I wanna drink that shot of whiskey

I wanna smoke that cigarette

I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath

I wanna ride across West Virginia in the backseat of a Cadillac

You know some cowboys like me go out like that

So I need you"

"Like a needle needs a vein

Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs the rain

I need you

Like a lighthouse on the coast

Like the father and the son need the holy ghost

I need you"

She saw me singing. Not to the audience, but to her. As far as I was concerned, the audience didn't exist. She was the only person in that room during that song, and I was content with that. Without looking at the screen, and never taking her beautiful blue eyes off me, she began her part in the song.

"I wanna get lost in some corner booth

Cantina Mexico

I wanna dance to the static of an A.M. radio

I wanna wrap the moon around us and lay beside you skin on skin

Make love 'til the sun comes up, 'til the sun goes down again

'Cause I need you"

We sang the second chorus together, like nobody else existed in the whole world.

"Like a needle needs a vein

Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs the rain

I need you

Like a lighthouse on the coast

Like the father and the son need the holy ghost

I need you"

"Oh, I need you"

"I wanna drink that shot of whiskey

I wanna smoke that cigarette

You know some cowboys like me go out like that

So I need you,

Oh, I need you

I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you"

"Oh, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, too"

When we finished the song, we got a roaring applause. Hell, some people stood up and yelled. I was floored, the last time I had done karaoke was at the USO in Germany on our way back from Iraq. It was just drunken fun then, now it was something else entirely.

Becky stood to walk off stage, but I caught her before she left. I turned her to face me, looked her dead in those bright blue eyes and said.

"Don't you dare leave me up here Missy, you got me in this and your gonna be here when it ends." I gave her a wink and offered her a stool. She sat and waited while the DJ hunted for the next song. After a minute he motioned me over.

"I can't find it. They must have changed machines and not updated the book. Sorry man."

"Do you have a way to hook my phone up to the speakers?"

"Sure. Don't need lyrics?"

"Not for her."

I found the song and had it on standby. He plugged it in and I walked up on stage again. I gave him a nod and he hit play. While the beat was playing, I pointed to Becky and mouthed 'for you.'

I began to sing, again.

"That water tower's got the sun going down behind it

If there's a good time in this town girl we're gonna find it 

You looked so damn good climbing up in my Chevy

Tried to play it cool but I knew already

By the way you looked in the dashboard lights

It was gonna be one of those nights"

"Got the Kenwoods banging that rock n' roll

Whisper to me baby where you wanna go

I can ride you 'round town or drive you down some ol' back road 

I love the way you lean that seat back, steal my ball cap

Pull it down over your blue eyes

Watchin' your hair fly out the window 

Just lettin' the night roll

And I can't wait to see where it goes"

I was lost in the music. She had me under her spell and she knew it. I finished the song and got quite the applause for what I figured had to be me trying way too hard. She smiled and grabbed my hand, joining me in taking a bow. We walked off stage and back to the bar where the bartender was pouring our beers.

I sat there for a few minutes drinking and chatting with Becky and several other patrons who came to congratulate us on a wonderful performance. I looked at the clock behind the bar, 1:30 AM. Last call would be soon but Becky looked exhausted.

"You wanna go? You seen pretty tired," I asked over the music.

"We can go but I'm far from tired." She gave me a wink. Between the buzz I had going and the late hour it could have meant anything so I pushed the thought from my mind.

We stood and I paid the tab, which by that point was close to $100. It was worth it though. We went out to my truck and climbed in. We were in a parking spot facing the road so I threw it in drive and drove straight off the curb. It was more for the convenience of not having to back this rather long truck out than anything else.

We headed back to Smokey's so she could get her truck. The drive was uneventful, except for her hand drifting to mine. Her skin was so soft, her touch was light as a feather. I looked over once to see her smiling at me. It was a smile full of comfort, like there was nowhere else she would rather be in that moment, a mutual feeling if ever there was one.

When we pulled into the parking lot of Smokey's, her truck was the only one there. She looked at me with those eyes, "What are your plans for the rest of the night?"

"Go home, maybe watch a movie and just relax I guess."

"Mind if I join you?"

I thought for a second, Carl had probably brought home a girl from the bar, which meant they were either fucking or asleep and I didn't wanna be the guy in the other room alone. Hmmm..

"Sure, as long as you don't fall asleep during the movie," I said in jest.

She gave me a playful punch to the ribs "OK, but I pick the movie."

"Fair enough. Follow me."

She hopped in her truck and followed me back to my house. I replayed the nights events in my mind during the 10 minutes it took to get home. It had been a wonderful date, even with having to sing in front of the crowd, something about her just made it OK. 

We pulled up to the house and both got out, seeing there were 5 cars in front of the house. Becky walked over to me and we headed up the walkway to the front door.

"Whose cars are these? Is he having a party?" She asked looking from car to car.

"The '86 Camaro and the GMC Sierra is Carl's, the Honda must be whoever he brought home."

"Oh. Does he do that often?"

"Occasionally. Usually though he goes with them."

I unlocked the door and we went inside. I could hear the faint sounds of music coming from his room so I figured they were asleep. 

"Wow, this is a nice place. Do you rent or own?" She asked looking around. The house wasn't all that fancy. It was an old single story 4 bedroom, 2 bath ranch style home. The front yard was a lawn that Carl couldn't help but keep in pristine condition, while the backyard had a swimming pool and a small garden with tomatoes, pumpkins and cucumbers growing. 

"We own it. Both put down half of everything."

"Wow, so you two are like a couple then," She gave me a playful grin and leaned over to bump into me.

I chuckled, "been best friends for 20 years, so yeah. Just like an old married couple." 

We both laughed as we headed for the living room. It was a bit sparse to say the least. An L shaped couch sat against the wall closest to the open entryway. Opposite that on the far wall was a 96" TV, which was a bitch to hang I might add. There were several bookshelves below it full of movies as well as several more along the right-hand wall. The left wall opened to the back patio and in front of the couch was a small coffee table. On top of the bookshelves below the TV sat a PS4 and an Xbox one. 

She walked over to the movies and sat down cross legged on the floor, reading each case to see what we were going to watch.

"Would you like something to drink, or eat?" I asked after making sure what little mess Carl had made was cleaned up.

"Do you have any whiskey?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the movies.

"Yeah. Jack, Jim Beam, Maker's Mark, or Jameson?"

"Maker's Mark on the rocks please, and throw on some popcorn if you have any."

"Coming right up ma'am," I said jokingly. 

She giggled a bit and went back to searching. I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and grabbed a large bowl and two glasses out of the cupboard. Once the drinks were poured I was waiting on the popcorn when she walked over with a movie.

"How about this one? I've never seen it but I heard its good," She said setting the case down on the counter.

Just what I wanted to see, 'Taking Chance'. For those who don't know, Kevin Bacon plays a Marine officer who accompanies the body of a fallen Marine back to his home town for the funeral. It one of my favorite movies, but I always cry like a bitch when I watch it, I guess it hits a bit too close to home.

"Do you want to see me cry? Because this is how you make me cry," I said with probably more seriousness than I would have liked to.

"You'll be fine, besides I'm here for you to cry on," She said patting her shoulder.

"OK, but don't say I don't warn you," this would be interesting.

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It was only halfway through the movie by the time I had tears flowing down my eyes, trying desperately to fight the memories down. When the movie finished, I looked like someone maliciously ran over my dog. 

Becky looked at me and I could tell she felt a bit bad for wanting to watch it, but I gave her a reassuring smile. It wasn't a forced smile, but one of true happiness; as should be expected with so beautiful a woman. She wiped the tears from my face, then with a grin, wiped her wet hands on my shirt.

"Punk," I said as she did it, causing her to hit me in the chest with a pillow. True to her word, she was awake through the whole movie, surprising me after the way she looked at the bar. While the credits rolled, she looked at me and yawned, causing me to yawn in response because, well, yawning is contagious. 

"Are you OK to drive home?" I asked hoping she would say no. I really didn't want this to end.

"I guess, but.. do I have to go?" She must be a mind reader.

"No, you can stay if you want. I can sleep on the couch or the floor."

"What?! No no no. We will both sleep in the bed," she said standing up and stretching.

I stood as well, "no, I'll take the floor. It's not the first time I've slept on the ground and it won't be the last."

"We share the bed."

"Becky, you Haven't even seen it. What if my bed is small?"

"Please, a tall guy like you needs a big bed."

She had me there, I actually had a California King bed, but I was determined to be a gentleman.

"I'm taking the floor, end of story," I said using a small amount of military bearing. She caught on instantly and was having none of it.

"You'll sleep in the bed with me, that's an order!"

Damnit, she had me. I smiled, thinking about something Will Rogers had said once. 'there are two theories to arguing with a woman, neither works'.

"Yes ma'am," I said snapping to attention. She giggled and pushed me toward to hallway.

We went down the hall to the last door on the left. My room was the master bedroom. I had my bed along to far wall with a nightstand and lamp on each side. Above the bed was a shelf that ran almost the entire length of the wall, with three folded American flags, kept safe in wooden and glass boxes, on top and brass nameplates anchored to the wall above each. Opposite the bed was a dresser with a 48" TV hanging above it and a few old gaming systems on top of the dresser. The right-hand wall had a short bookcase below a window which held several books, military manuals, game guides and of course, the games themselves. The left-hand side had the closet and master bathroom. There was no bathtub, just a shower with an extra tall showerhead as well as the usual bathroom fixtures.




Becky's Marine Ch. 02



Needless to say, she was surprised by the size of my bed. "And you wanted to sleep on the floor," She gave me glaring smirk and pushed me playfully.

"If you want to shower, there are towels on the rack in there and I can give u some clothes to sleep in if you need them," I said as I started for the dresser. 

"A shower sounds good," She walked into the bathroom and called back to me, "is your showerhead high enough?"

The showerhead was probably 6'6" of the ground. I never had thought much of it because I'm so tall, but it must seem like climbing to the moon for her.

"Do you need me to get you a stepladder?" I joked, catching her leaning her head around the corner and giving me a glare. I could tell from what little I could see of her shoulder she had taken off her shirt and bra. 

I heard the rain glass door slide back and the water start. I laid out one of my old green military skivvy shirts and a pair of basketball shorts for her, then grabbed a shirt of my own and some shorts. After about 10 minutes I heard the water shut off and a few minutes later she came out with a towel wrapped around her. 

"Aren't you lucky?" She asked as she walked over to the clothes I had laid out for her.

"What?"

"You have me all naked in your room," She said playfully.

"You act like it wasn't going to happen sooner or later," I said a smoothly as I could. She just laughed.

"You're not that smooth Devil Dog."

I looked at her in disbelief, "did you just Devil Dog me?!"

"I did, whatcha gonna do about it?" She was using her best impression of a kid. Just when I thought I couldn't desire her any more than I already did, she found a new way to make me fall for her.

I stood and walked towards her, "I'm gonna.. go shower and give you some privacy," I walked right past her to the bathroom, stripped down and showered. 

The shower was as much about clearing my head as it was getting clean. I washed my chest, going over the three sets of dog tags I had tattooed on my right ribs, the Eagle, Globe and Anchor on my left arm and the 8 pointed star on my right arm. When I finished I got out and dried off, while putting my shorts on, I heard Becky laughing. With shorts on and shirt in hand I walked around the corner to find her looking through an old photo album from my time in the military. 

"You look so much different now than you di..." She started to say but the words were lost when she looked at me without my shirt on. "Wow," was all she could say.

Now, I don't consider myself good looking by any stretch of the imagination, but I guess she saw something she liked. My chest isn't cut or defined but it is relatively flat. I've gained some weight since being out but I work hard to keep myself in shape.

She eyed me for a few seconds before I spoke. "See something you like?"

"Maybe," she said with a sly grin, "I'm not sure what I expected."

"Well take it in baby, because it's all mine," I did a slow left turn only to be met with a pillow to the face. I put my shirt on and laid down on the bed next to her, as she continued flipping through the pictures, asking about a few here and there. She came to one with a group of us around a cannon with lettering on the barrel.

"What's that?" She asked pointing to the writing.

"When we were in country we named or guns. In our battery there was the Terminus Est, Hand of God, Hammer of Pendleton, Vengeful Spirit, Phalanx and Santiago's Revenge."

"So that must be the Vengeful Spirit there."

"Yep, fastest gun in the unit, thanks to yours truly." 

"Sure.." She shot me a sideways glance and gave me a nudge with her elbow. 

She put the album down and laid back on the bed. We were both quiet for a while when she sat up, looking at the shelf above the bed.

"Lance Corporal James Westbrook, Private First Class Garret Adams and Hospital Corpsman 2nd Class David Johnson. What happened to them? If you don't mind my asking."

Any ideas I had of falling asleep were gone the instant she said those names. Telling her the story of that July day in Afghanistan meant opening up not only my soul, but an old and painful wound. On the other hand, I didn't want to push her away or make her feel bad for asking. 

I let out a sigh before I spoke. "Want anything to drink? Water or something?"

She looked a bit annoyed, "you don't have to avoid the question if you don't want to answer, just tell me you don't feel comfortable."

"You misunderstand; it's a bit of a tale, so I figured if you wanted something I'd get it now before I start."

She shook her head no, so I proceeded.

"It was July 22nd, as usual the summer sun was blazing in the sky with temperatures in the 110 area, not terribly unusual. We were on a convoy security mission, proceeding down the road at about 45 MPH keeping our spacing to about 100 meters. We came upon a small village, and set up what we call a snap VCP (vehicle check point). We stayed there for about and hour, then packed up everything and everyone and continued down the road."

She was watching me intently, hanging onto every word. It was the first time I had told this story to someone who wasn't a therapist.

"There were 5 vehicles in our convoy: the first vehicle was a Humvee, next came a pair of 7 ton trucks full of supplies and gear, then was my Humvee and the rear Humvee. We passed over a culvert, one that we had passed over a dozen times and had stopped to check every time. This time we didn't, and as the saying goes, complacency kills."

I stopped for a minute to prepare myself to finish the tale. A single tear rolled down my cheek in anticipation of what was to come, which Becky calmly wiped away. She knew I was struggling with this.

"When the bombs went off, the rear axle of our vehicle was right over the blast. PFC Adams was in the turret, he was ejected from the vehicle and landed 30 feet from the blast. I'm fairly certain he never knew what hit him. Doc Johnson was sitting in the back behind Westbrook, who was driving. Doc's head hit the window, hard enough to crack the bulletproof glass, without a helmet on. Westbrook hit the steering wheel."

Tears were streaming down my face. Becky had stopped trying to wipe them away, instead holding my hand. It helped, but reliving those moments was never easy.

"I was smoking a cigarette at the time. The explosion happened right as I brought it to my lips, which gave my head something softer than the dashboard to hit. When I woke up, I was sitting in the truck with gashes in my arm and a nice bump on the head. I managed to get the door open just about the time others were running to the vehicle. They hadn't expected anyone to survive, then out pops me. I was sent to a field hospital in Kandahar province, stabilized and sent to Germany before being sent back stateside. The explosion messed up my back for another year and I was told I can never play contact sports again."

I took a moment to breathe a bit. I stood and headed for the door, returning a few minutes later with 2 glasses of water. She took the glass and drank some before setting it on the nightstand. I looked at her and continued.

"I spent several years in therapy. Survivors guilt they called it, also with a happy helping of PTSD. I spent time trying to control my emotions and keep the memories away, but nothing worked; seems the harder I fought, the worse they got. I've just accepted that they will come and go as they please, so that's how I live. I hope I haven't scared you away."

She took my hands in hers, looked at me with those wonderful eyes and gave me a kiss, right on the lips. It wasn't a pity kiss or a 'this might make you feel better' kiss, it was a passionate kiss. After the first few seconds the initial shock wore off and I kissed her back. When she finally broke the kiss, she looked at me.

"Have you ever told that story before?"

"No, well.. not to anyone who wasn't trying to treat me. Carl doesn't even know what happened."

"So why tell me first?"

It was a question I had expected. I guess after spilling about the incident, everything else would be easy.

"Because of how you look at me, it makes me feel comfortable and safe. I don't have to prove anything to you or act like a hero."

She looked at me puzzled, "what do you mean? You are a hero."

I hung my head, having gone over this with countless people, countless times. "I'm not a hero, it should have been me that day. I'd gladly trade places with them if I could."

She shot me a glare and motioned for me to lean closer to her. I leaned in probably closer than she had expected, but my hearing is shot, no pun intended.

"Don't you ever speak like that again. I can't say for certain why you were spared, but some higher being has some kind of plan for you. If I hear that talk from you again, I'll beat your ass!" She whispered and turned my head for another passionate kiss.

We sat there, lips locked to each other for.. well, I'm not sure how long. I didn't care though, this was where I wanted to be. I placed my right hand on her leg just above the knee and my left on her cheek. Our lips never parting. As I moved my hand slowly up her leg she started to put more effort into her kiss, until she was moaning softly.

My hand hit the shorts she was wearing and it took all the concentration I could spare to remember how to lift the leg hole open and slide my hand into it. I kept expecting to find her panties, but there were none to be found. The next thing my hand came to was her pussy lips. They were smooth as silk.. no, not even silk is that smooth. As I explored, I was happy to find her clean shaven.

Feeling my hand touch her pussy must have done something to her because she broke the kiss and immediately pulled my shirt off, followed by her own. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect breasts. Just about a handful each, with soft pink nipples about the size of a large Tylenol pill. She obviously caught my stare and, in typical Becky fashion, laughed.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," She joked. Not to be beaten, I reached back for my phone. She slapped my arm and pulled me in for another kiss. Her hands worked over my exposed chest like she was reading brail off of it. Soon, her right hand dropped down to what was now a bulge in my shorts. She felt it and took in a deep breath through her nose.

She ran her hand up and down the length of my member, then tried to wrap her hand around it. It was an awkward position, made even worse by the restrictions of the shorts, but she was impressed nonetheless. She broke the kiss and looked down at it.

"Can I see it?" She asked with a grin.

"If you can get it out of there," I replied with my own grin.

"Challenge accepted," And with that she pushed me back on the bed, grabbed the bottom of my shorts. She pulled as hard as she could, nearly flying off the bed when they finally came off.

"Oh. my.." She was staring at my six and a half inches, which was staring right back at her. Sure its not all that impressive, but as they say; its not the size of the hammer that counts, it's how you wield it. She slowly reached for it, keeping eye contact with me as if looking for confirmation that what she was doing was OK.

"Go ahead, he won't bite. Might spit at you, but he won't bite." I said jokingly.

She wrapped her tiny hands around my cock, feeling every inch with her soft hands. I leaned back and let out a soft moan.

"You like that?"

"Yes I do-o-oh.. yes I do," It had been a while since I had done anything with anyone else. I hated meaningless sex: not very Marine of me, but hey, we have to have some morals.

"Remember, what goes around, comes around," She said before she kissed me.

She worked her hand up and down for a few minutes, memorizing every inch of me before either of us spoke.

"Can I taste it?"

"I won't stop you.. from pretty much anything."

"Good, because tonight you are all mine!" She bent over and licked my cock from base to tip, sending shivers through my body and a moan from my mouth. She said nothing, just looked back and smiled, her attention turned back to her new friend as she wrapped her moist lips around the tip and teased it with her tongue. I took a deep breath, more to keep myself steady than anything.

Slowly she eased it farther in her mouth until only a few inches remained. She worked herself calmly, yet with measured purpose, up and down on me. I reached for the elastic band of her shorts but she slapped my hand away.

"What do you think your doing?" She said pulling herself off my throbbing shaft.

"I was trying to.."

She cut me off, "No way mister, I had to work for it, so do you," She went back to her previous activities, much to my delight.

I took the opportunity to fondle her ass, so firm and toned. God I love it. I must have been lost in my own world because I didn't notice her staring at me.

"Find something you like?" She asked as she kissed the tip of my dick.

"Actually yes," I rolled off the bed and walked to her side, naked as the day I was born. She laid on her back and played with her tits, drawing me into a trance-like state. Coming back to reality, I bent down and kissed her passionately for a moment before staring at her with a hungry look in my eye.

In response she stuck her tongue out at me, closing her eyes and scrunching her face. Time to strike. I grabbed her ankles, rotated her body to be in line with mine and put her legs against my chest. She looked up with surprise and lust in equal parts as I slowly reached for the shorts she had kept me from removing earlier. I slid them carefully down her legs, exposing her wet pussy and received a moan of excitement.

I pulled her shorts off and discarded them on the ground, slowly spreading her legs and smiling at what I saw. She gazed longingly up at me, "you hungry?"

Without a word I dropped to my knees, pulled her dripping pussy close to my face and gave it a single lick from bottom to top, flicking her clit with my tongue before looking up at her. Her eyes were closed and she groaned in pleasure. Again and again I slowly licked her, gaining speed and basking in the sounds she made with each separation of her lips and the contractions of her stomach muscles with each flick of her clit. 

"Oh fuck yes baby! That's it! Right there! Lick it right there!" She cried as I gave more attention to her clit. Her lips were puffy and dripping on the bed, her hips bucking on my face told me she had to be close.

"God damn baby, suck it! Suck it good for me!" I sucked her clit hard, making her cover her face with a pillow to muffle the screams as she reached her climax. She put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me further down towards her hole as she came. The taste was much like pineapples freshly harvested from the plantations of Hawaii. I caught as much as I could and kissed her inner thighs once her body had stopped convulsing.

"Holy shit, I've never experienced anything like that. What else have you been keeping from me?" She asked through labored breaths. 

I stood up and stoked my dick slowly, gazing at her with wanting eyes. "Would you like to find out?"

She said nothing, just patted the bed wanting me to lay down. I obliged her and laid down as she took my rock hard cock in her hand and gave it a couple of strokes while we shared a long kiss.

"I can taste myself on your lips," She said softly.

"How do you like it?"

"It's turning me on so much right now!" With that she swung her leg over me and positioned herself over my dick, slowly rubbing it over her pussy.

Sensation was taking over my self control. "Condom?" was all I could manage to get out.

"No, I have an IUD," She whispered as she slowly sank onto me, filling her completely. She fell onto my chest and moaned into my neck, sending vibrations like electricity through my body. 

She began to lift off of me, allowing both of us to feel each other fully. She worked herself up and down with slow, purposeful motions, placing her hands on my chest for balance. "Holy shit you're tight," I groaned as she squeezed my cock with her soaked inner walls. I couldn't figure out how she was able to move at the speed she was, being so tight.

She was bouncing on me with zealous fury, wanting not only another orgasm for her, but for me to get my release as well. She began gyrating on me when I started to feel her muscles tighten with anticipation of her upcoming orgasm.

"Oh god baby, I'm gonna cum again!" She announced to the entire world.

"Fuck Becky, I'm gonna cum too," I was trying to control the shaking of my voice but it wasn't happening. 

I felt her body clamp down on mine and her juices flow over me and onto the bed, it was more than I could handle. I grabbed her ass and shoved as deep in as I could, releasing shot after shot of my seed deep in her. I opened my eyes for a brief moment and saw her sitting on top of me, quivering and letting out little moans before she collapsed on my chest, both of us breathing heavily.

"God damn that was amazing!" She said through ragged breaths. We both lay there for a minute, arms wrapped around each other, before she kissed me and slid herself up off of me.

With nothing but a wink, she walked into the bathroom to clean up. I was just about to get up and follow her when a moist hand towel came flying at me, striking me in the face. I wiped myself of sweat before cleaning my now soft cock and discarded the rag in the hamper when she came back out.

"You wore me out," She said putting on her panties and the shirt I had given her and laying down next to me.

"If it wasn't almost 5 AM I'd say lets go for round two," I put my shirt and boxers back on as well.

"There will be time for that later Devil Dog," She said with a grin.

"Did you really just devil dog me again?!"

She turned on her side to face me, "whatcha gonna do about it?"

I kissed her but said nothing. We both gazed at each other for a while until my eyes grew too heavy to keep open any longer. 

"Goodnight Becky."

"Goodnight Andrew."

And sleep took me to a place I had no intention of visiting again.



Becky's Marine Ch. 03



Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me. The opening events actually happened to me in twenty-nine palms during training. I was the ammo runner who plowed into an infantry Sergeant.

Rate, comment and enjoy. More is coming!

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Chapter 3

"Sergeant Anderson, we have guests." 

I looked over and saw one of my best Marines, Lance Corporal Ronny Tyler, leading several Marines to our gun.

"How's it going? Sergeant Andrew Anderson," I said shaking hands with the group. "You guys the grunts they sent to watch us?"

"Yes Sergeant. We were told we could come watch, so we decided to see how the other side lives," a short, stocky Corporal said.

The infantrymen greeted us warmly, joining us in sharing past experiences and just generally bullshitting. I took a moment to brief them on what to do when we get a fire mission.

"When we get moving, stand either at the back of the truck, or off to the sides. Most importantly, stand out if the way. When we get rolling, we won't stop to dodge you, but will plow through you, got it?"

"Got it," they replied together.

Not five minutes later, we got the call. "Fire mission!" Came the voice on the radio.

"Fire mission!" Everyone yelled, getting to their assigned spots.

Fire direction control gave us our mission, now it was on us to get ready. The mission had the special instruction, 'at my command', meaning we had to call back ready and they would tell us when to shoot.

"Get that round up here!" I called, seeing a young PFC carrying the 100 pound shell.

"HE,PD!" He said, referencing the High Explosive shell and Point Detonating fuze screwed into the top. I gave the fuze a hard twist to verify it was in place correctly.

"HE,PD verified!" Called our recorder, who verifies what we give him against FDC's request.

"Load it," I said, seeing the powder man coming my way with the powder charge.

The round was placed on the loading tray and dropped to the opening of the breach with a hydraulic lever. A second Marine came up with the ramming staff and together, they pushed the shell into the barrel with a grunt and a dull thud.

"Charge 8 stick!" The young Marine said, showing me the cardboard tube containing the propellant.

I heard a smack of kevlar on kevlar and a thud as someone fell. Turning to look, I saw the infantry Corporal laying on his ass as the Private with the ramming staff began laughing.

"What the fuck! Come here Private!" The Corporal said, more than a little pissed.

"Belay that! James, carry on," I said, defusing the situation. The Corporal looked at me as I turned back to the matter at hand.

"8 stick verified!"

"Load it," I said, seeing him place it in the breach with the red end out. One end has a small red pouch of powder on it, to be lit off by the primer, much like how a bullet works.

The powder man held up his hands, indicating he was clear of the breach. "I see red, clear!" He called.

"Clear!" Said the assistant gunner, closing the breach with another hydraulic lever. He flipped the priming handle down and jumped off the trail he was standing on. "Primed!"

I verified the deflection and quadrant, which is the same as angle and altitude, then checked to make sure the other three rounds we had to fire were fuzed and ready.

"Tell 'em gun 2 is ready," I said, proud of how quickly we got set up. Even with Corporal asshat getting steamrolled, we were ready in 25 seconds. I headed over to talk to him.

"What the fuck Sergeant, you just gonna let him run me down like that?" He asked, trying his best to keep calm.

"Yes, I told you to stay out of the way. Since you didn't listen, he did what he was supposed to," I told him, a small amount of anger flaring inside.

"I just.."

"No, you didn't listen, so you got put on your ass. Go stand over by the ammo truck, that's where you can watch safely."

"Aye aye Sergeant," he said, going to where I told him.

"Battery, stand by!" Came the radio.

"Standby!" I shouted, seeing the gunner grab the lanyard and prepare to pull.

"Fire!"

It came from the radio, then a second later I shouted it. The gunner twisted his hips, pulling the cord attached to the firing mechanism. The cannon roared and shook dust up as the shell left the barrel. The force caused by the charge 8 stick propellant dug the trails in deeper and pushed the 10,000 pound gun back about six inches. 

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I sat up in bed, groaning and stretching. This was one of the more pleasant military dreams I've had lately, as it didn't involve combat or me dying. I looked at the clock and saw it was 5 AM.

'Fuck it, might as well go for a run' I thought, swinging my legs over the bed and getting ready. I put on my running shorts, a shirt and my sneakers before grabbing my iPod and heading out the door.

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Two weeks later, Becky got a job working as a receptionist for the local dentist. She was very excited, mostly because she wanted to be a dental hygienist and, even though she hadn't taken classes yet, she figured it would be a good way to learn some stuff by observing first hand.

I decided to congratulate her, sending her a text to see what she was doing. It was still early, 11:43 AM by the clock on the wall.

To Becky:

Hey beautiful

From Becky:

What's up troublemaker

To Becky:

What are you doing tonight?

From Becky:

Nothing but the usual. What's up?

To Becky:

I heard a celebration is in order. Dinner tonight?

From Becky:

Sure. Where we going?

To Becky:

Nowhere fancy. I figured I'd cook up something for us

From Becky:

OK, what time you want me to come over?

To Becky:

I'll pick you up around 5:30. We can make a night of it

From Becky:

What about the food?

To Becky:

I have a plan. Why do you always doubt me?

From Becky:

Because.. You.

To Becky:

Ouch. I'll see you around 5:30

From Becky:

OK. See you then.

I went to the store and grabbed some steaks, potatoes and veggies. On the way home I stopped by the liquor store and got some alcohol; whiskey, wine and beer. I went home and did all the prep work, finishing with several hours to spare before I had to pick her up.

I loaded everything in a cooler, grabbed the old Coleman camping stove my dad had passed down to me as well as some other stuff, then went to set everything up. I wanted it perfect for her.

After a quick shower I headed to her house, knocking on her door at 5:33. I could hear her bounding down the stairs to see me. She opened the door and made my heart skip a beat. She was wearing a faded flannel shirt, denim shorts and a pair of work boots. Not exactly the dress of a princess, but I was captivated. The way it complimented her figure had me hooked. 

"You're late," she said, crossing her arms on her chest.

"Fashionably so, how are you my dear?"

She lept into my arms, almost knocking us back down the couple of steps that led to her porch. "Great now that you're here."

"Glad to be of service," I said, straining against the sudden weight. She wasn't all that heavy, but she caught me off guard.

"So what's this plan of yours?" She asked as I let her down.

"Grab a blanket and I'll show you," I said.

She went and grabbed an old blanket before we headed to my truck. She spied the cooler and alcohol, giving me a smile. I opened the door for her, closed it behind her and hopped in on my side. We drove a while and bantered until we came to a good size hill, where I stopped.

"This is your plan? Camping?" She asked, sounding a bit upset.

"Up there is the best view I can possibly give you," I said.

"Let's go then," she said. I dropped us into 4x4 and we trudged up the hill. I parked under an old pine tree, letting her soak up the view.

It was a clear evening, the moon was full and visible in the fading sky, just rising over the mountains in the distance. The sun had yet to set behind us, painting a sky several shades of red, orange and purple. 

In the small meadow on top of the hill was a small table with a set of chairs. Candles and a blue tablecloth set the mood along with the nice china my mother had given to me. I had the stove set up on a stump as well as a small table next to it for holding plates of food. A small fire pit had been dug to cook the potatoes in and I set a grill on top to cook the steaks.

"Oh my god, this is amazing," she whispered, taking in everything. "You set all this up for me?"

"What can I say, I like ya," I said, pulling her close and kissing her. "Come on, lets get dinner going."

We hopped out of the truck and grabbed the cooler, napkins and alcohol out of the back. I also grabbed a box with paper plates, pans and other cooking utensils, setting it down by the stove and starting the fire.

"It's so beautiful up here," she said, sitting in a chair, "how did you find this place?"

"Google earth."

She laughed at me until she realized I was serious, then she laughed harder. I got the fire going and lit the stove, setting a frying pan on it. I turned and looked at her as she watched me work.

"You want something to drink?" I asked.

"Wine sounds great right now, and you got my favorite kind. How did you know?"

"I asked around. For a small fee, Kenny told me what you always order at Smokey's,"

"Nice. I underestimated you, well played sir," she said smiling.

I grabbed the corkscrew and opened the bottle, pouring each of us a glass. We took a enjoyed a glass as the grill and pan heated up. She poured us another as I began to cook, the sun disappearing below the horizon behind us.

"So what's on the menu tonight?" She asked, coming up behind me as I sautéed some peppers and onions in the pan. The steaks were on and the potatoes were ready to go in the coals, wrapped in foil. I also had green beans fresh from the farmers market cooking.

"Filet Mignon dressed with peppers and onions, potatoes with the works, and some green beans." 

"Mmm, sounds amazing. Smells amazing too," she said, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Only the best for you."

She kissed me on the cheek and let me finish cooking. We talked about her new job and about how work was going for me. A short time later we were eating, candles illuminated the table perfectly, as the sun had finally gone down and the moonlight only added to the intended effect.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was so beautiful with the moonlight shining on her hair and the candles lighting up her striking blue eyes. She must have thought I looked good too because she couldn't stop watching me.

One dinner for two and a bottle of wine later, we had the site cleaned up and everything but the chairs and table packed. We sat by the moonlight and enjoyed our last bottle of wine. She eventually moved closer to me, taking my hand and kissing me on the cheek.

"Thank you for this. This has been the best night of my life," she said, resting her head on my shoulder.

"You're welcome. You mean a lot to me Becky, I just felt I had to show it." I stroked her soft hair, lightly brushing it away from her face.

"Nobody has ever done something like this for me," she said, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Well, no offense, but I don't think many people saw you as anything but a piece of ass," I said. The look she gave me told me I was right.

"I know, what do you see me as?"

"The most perfect creature to grace this planet."

She smiled at me, a genuine smile of happiness. Then, she smacked my leg.

"Kiss ass," she said with a grin.

"I meant every word."

She laid on my chest for a while, drinking a few more glasses of wine before grabbing the blanket and covering us. 

We finally left around 2 AM. She cuddled up next to me on the drive home, softly singing songs played by a local country station. I walked her to her door, got a goodnight kiss and headed home to rest. Sleep was peaceful that night, my dreams being about Becky.

----

It had been almost 2 months since my second date with Becky, which turned out to be probably the most incredible night of my life. I sat in the smoke shack at work, enjoying a break from the hustle and bustle of a Wednesday day shift when my phone rang. I checked the called ID and saw it was Becky.

"Hello."

"Hey trouble."

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just helping out on a friends farm and thought I'd take a break and call you. How's work going?"

"It's going, been a bit busy today but nothing I can't handle. What are you doing tonight?"

"Smokey's probably. Will you be there?"

"For a bit, but I can't stay too long because I work tomorrow."

"When are you off again?"

"I finish up Thursday evening, then I go back on Monday night for some overtime."

"Sounds wonderful."

"Is that sarcasm I'm hearing?"

"Maybe. We should go on another date."

"Sounds like fun, what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. What do you wanna do?"

"Well, the Marine Corps Birthday Ball is coming up. Would you like to accompany me?"

"Maybe, when is it?"

"Well, the Marine Corps birthday is November 10th, but the ball isn't until the 12th."

"Sounds fun actually. Will I get to meet guys you were deployed with?"

"Probably, depends on who shows up."

"OK, its a date!"

"Great, I'll get all the details for you and keep you updated on any changes. I gotta go now, back to slaving away for the man."

"Alright, talk to ya later Devil Dog," She said with a laugh and hung up before I could respond. I hated being devil dogged. It was a name given to us by the Germans after the battle of Belleau Wood and is commonly used as a motivator for Marines. More often than not it's heard right before one got in trouble, such as 'hey Devil Dog, come here!'

I emailed her all the information for the ball and within a few days she had a dress all picked out. I had to get my dress blues dry cleaned and ready, which took the better part of two days. The ball was to be held at a casino outside of Temecula, CA which meant we had to take a trip. I had some money stashed aside for just such an event so on November 10th, we boarded a plane to LAX.

Upon arriving in LA, I rented us a car and we drove to our hotel in Temecula which is about an hour or so from LAX, just down I-15. We had a nice dinner that night and the following day went to Knots Berry Farm to ride some roller coasters. I had been there plenty of times before in the seven years I was stationed at Pendleton, but I wanted to make sure she had a great time. 

The following day we had breakfast at a local spot and by 4:30 we were both getting ready for the ball. She had on a short red dress and a pair of black boots, while I was in my dress blues. I had just finished getting everything on but my jacket when she walked out of the bathroom, her boots clicking on the tile floor caught my attention and I looked up.

"You look ravishing," I said kissing her hand.

"You're not looking too bad yourself," she said looking me up and down.

"I don't even have the jacket on and you want to rip these clothes off? Wait till later and maybe, if your a good girl, I'll treat you to something special," I said with a wink. She gave me a playful slap in the arm and grabbed my jacket of the hanger. 

She held it for me while I put it on and buttoned up the buttons, then helped me with the clasp on the collar. I turned to look in the mirror and she stood behind me with her arms around my waist.

"You look so handsome," she said smiling and kissing my cheek.

"We make a pretty good pair don't we?"

"Yes we do. What are all those medals you have?" I turned so she could see them. Most were things which took little or no effort to get, like the national defense and sea service deployment medals. As she studied them she came across two which stuck out.

"What are these two?" She asked pointing to the two medals.

"This one here is the Bronze Star with combat 'V' and take a guess what that one is."

"That's a Purple Heart."

"Very good."

"Will you tell me how you got those?"

"That, my dear is a story for another time. We need to get going."

She gave me a pouty face look and grabbed her coat. I grabbed my hat and we were out the door. 20 minutes later we arrived at the casino, following the signs for the event and found ourselves in a large ballroom with a wooden dance floor in the middle and large round tables and chairs around the outside. Against the left-hand wall was a full bar and several tables of food. The rest of the room was decorated with potted plants and several pictures of landscapes and far off locations.

We were looking around, trying to decide where to sit when I heard a familiar voice.

"Holy shit on a shingle Batman! Is that Drew?"

Two Marines were walking towards us, one had the insignia of a Corporal and the other bore the single chevron of a Private First Class. The Corporal was about 5'11 with close cropped brown hair and a rather boyish face, while the PFC was only about 5'7 with short blonde hair and scar on his cheek which ran from about the corner of his lip to his ear.

"Why if it isn't little Lance Corporal Tyler, all growed up," I said turning to face the pair of Marines.

"That's Corporal Tyler now," he said as he turned to show off his stripes. "How long has it been?"

"Three years at least, well met brother," I said, giving him a hug. "My god, where are my manners? Becky this is Ronny Tyler, Tyler this is my date Becky."

"Pleased to meet you," she said.

"The pleasure, is truly mine," he said with a grin.

"Ok, quit hitting on my date. I know how you are."

"I have no idea what your talking about," he said with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Oh yes you do. You'll fuck anything that moves."

"Not anything, just most things."

We laughed as if we had spent no time apart. I looked to the young Marine standing with Tyler. He hadn't said a word and judging by his lack of ribbons had just gotten out of boot camp.

"Hey man, I'm Andrew Anderson, but most everyone here calls me Drew, and this is my date, Becky." I said presenting my hand.

"PFC Danny Ryan, good to meet you Sergeant." He shook our hands nervously.

"Wow, I haven't been called that in a long time. You don't have to address me by rank, I've been out for three years now."

"Got it. Nice to meet you both."

"Where were you planning on sitting Drew?" Tyler asked.

"Wherever's clever man. Close to the bar preferably."

We found a table along the wall near the bar and ordered a round of drinks. Unfortunately for Ryan, he was too young to drink, so he got a Coke. We chatted and had some food before the ceremony started, retelling old war stories and stories of drunken revelry, much to the embarrassment of several people. The ceremony began with words from the commanding officer.

"Welcome Marines and honored guests, to the Bravo Battery Marine Corps birthday ball. We are glad you could join us on this, our 240th birthday."

He received a short applause before continuing. He gave a short speech as well as gave the traditional reading of the commandant's remarks and Marine Corps order 47. When he finished a pair of caterers wheeled out a large, 5 tier cake which was cut by the oldest and youngest Marines present. 

When the ceremony was over, music began playing and people began dancing. After several songs, the DJ requested all couples to the dance floor.

"Let's go," Becky said as she pulled me out of my chair, getting laughs from some of the guys.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I said as she lead us to the dance floor.

The music came on and we began to dance, quickly becoming lost in each other.

"Are you having fun?" I asked as we danced.

"I'm having a great time. It's funny to see you with all your old friends."

"I'm glad your having fun."

"They're all watching us," She nodded her head towards our table.

"Well let's give them something to gawk at," I lifted her up off the ground and kissed her. We kissed for I don't know how long but I remember her lifting her legs up to her ass and us twirling around.




Becky's Marine Ch. 03



I put her back down as the song ended and we walked back to the table to the sounds of applause and whistling. 

"Good to know Drew's got it," Tyler said slapping me on the back. Becky looked puzzled at us.

"Still has what?" She asked

"The ability to make the rest of us jealous."

She smiled at that, which made me smile. Tyler caught us basically eye-fucking each other.

"Well, an enchanted moment. Should we leave you alone?" Tyler asked chuckling.

I punched him lightly in the arm and we all laughed. We ordered a final round of drinks and Tyler stole Becky for a dance. As much shit as I give Tyler, he's a good man and I trust him with my life. I could see them talking while they were dancing.

When the song ended Becky came up and kissed me. "I've gotta hit the little girls room, I'll be right back."

Before I could say anything Tyler yelled out to us. "Hey Drew, we're going to smoke, you coming?"

I looked at Becky, who just smiled at me and said "go on, I'll catch up."

"You sure? I can wait for you. They aren't going anywhere."

"Go on, enjoy it while it lasts."

"I'll see you in a few," I said as we parted ways. We went to a set of benches and we lit up. I had a cigar while Tyler and Ryan had cigarettes. Tyler was the first to speak.

"That's one hell of a woman you got there Drew. She really likes you."

"What did you two talk about while you were dancing?"

"You mostly. She couldn't stop talking about you. It sounds to me like she's in love."

Could she really be in love with me? I had fallen hard for her, but I wasn't going to say anything until I knew how she felt. Perhaps I would ask her later.

"Earth to Drew, hello?!? You in there!?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, you need to get that."

"I've had that, and it was amazing."

"I'll bet, but I meant on a more permanent basis."

Just then Becky came through the doors to join us. She walked up and put her arm around my chest.

"What's up guys?" Becky had that smile on her face again. I love that smile.

"We were just talking about you actually," Tyler said matter of factly.

"Oh really? Anything good?"

"Just saying how your such a good catch for Drew. He has had such bad luck in the past that it's about time he found someone good."

"Well we aren't dating yet, but I do what I can to take care of him," She squeezed me tight in a sideways hug and looked up at me. We were lost for a second in each others eyes until Tyler brought us back.

"Well, kiss her."

We kissed a passionate kiss until Tyler cleared his throat, reminding us where we were.

"Are you sure you two aren't together?"

"Not yet," She said again. I could swear I heard her give special attention to 'yet'.

She looked at me with lust in her eyes. I needed no other cue.

"Alright Tyler, we should get moving. I've gotta get her to bed."

"Don't wake the neighbors," he said with a wink.

"Neighbors? I'm trying to wake the dead!" She called back as we walked off. We drove back to the hotel and I told her some stories of Tyler when he was younger and much less worldly. We got back to the hotel at the same time as an elderly couple. The husband noticed us and walked over as Becky was getting out of the car.

"Semper fi son!" He said with a voice like gravel.

"Semper fi sir. How are you tonight?"

"Oh, we're fine, just getting back from a wedding. You folks just get back from the ball?"

"Yes sir, I try and make them when I can."

"Well I just wanted to thank you for your service to our country. Have a good night you two," He started to walk off but Becky stopped him.

"Excuse me sir, could you take a picture of us together?" Becky held out a disposable camera.

"Sure thing. You two make a cute couple."

She smiled at his complement and we posed for the picture. He handed the camera back to Becky, we thanked him and we went back to our room. Becky went straight over to her bag and grabbed a CD case out of it.

"Before you get out of that sexy uniform, one more dance."

I sighed a bit in my head. That uniform looks damn good, but it is terribly uncomfortable, but how could I say no to her.

"OK, one more dance."

She smiled and put a CD in her portable player, hooked it up to some speakers and hit play. I recognized the song immediately, it was a Toby Keith song, 'you shouldn't kiss me like this'.

We danced to the music until the chorus. I was about to start singing along to her, but she interrupted me with a kiss. The music played on..

'You shouldn't kiss me like this

Unless you mean it like that

Cause I'll just close my eyes

And I won't know where I'm at

We'll get lost on this dance floor

Spinnin' around

And around

And around

And around'

She broke the kiss and we sang together..

"They're all watchin' us now

They think we're falling in love

They'd never believe we're just friends

When you kiss me like this

I think you mean it like that

If you do baby kiss me again"

It was amazing, we both kissed each other after the last line in the chorus. It was magical. We danced together until the song ended, then she helped me get out of my uniform. I hung up my jacket and turned around to see her bending over the bed shaking her ass at me and smiling.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed her ass, feeling the soft fabric of her red dress as well as the firmness of her ass. She arched her back slightly, "ooh, someone's feeling frisky."

"Well, I am a guy. I tend to be horny 85% of the time."

"What about the other 15%?"

"I'm either eating or sleeping."

She laughed until I slowly slid her dress up to the small of her back, I knelt down to get a better look at her glistening sex. She just looked at me with a mischievous smirk.

"No panties I see. Someone must have thought they would get lucky tonight."

"Would you turn me down?"

"Never."

Becky was bent over the bed with her dress pushed up around her waist and my face mere inches from her exposed body. Everything about that moment was intoxicating, the sight, the smell, the feelings washing over me and dragging any self control I had away. At that moment there was nowhere else in the world I wanted to be.

"Waiting for a written invitation?" She asked with a gentle undertone of urgency. I gave no verbal reply, only placed my hands on her firm ass and spread her cheeks. Her pussy was glistening in the light of the lamp and she let out a low moan in response.

"Please stop teasing me baby. I want to feel that magical tongue so bad," she pleaded. I was really enjoying the torment I was putting her through but with each passing moment I was losing more of myself to the addictive hold she had on me. I gave her a single, slow lick from her clit to her asshole. When my tongue caressed her tight little butthole she jumped in surprise.

"Good God damnit that felt good. Do that again baby!" I gave her what she asked for, licking her from clit to asshole again, this time pausing to give special attention to her asshole. She dropped down to one elbow and reached her free hand back to pull my face deeper into her.

Before I knew it, my tongue was buried in her ass as far as I could physically get it. I can't say I particularly enjoyed the taste, but we make sacrifices for others on occasion. The sounds coming from her were the most intense high I had ever experienced. So lost was I in her pleasure that I had forgotten I needed to breathe. I felt the force of her hand on the back of my head and the warmth of her body as I began to slip away.

I softly tapped the back of her hand and she released my head. I had to brace myself against her as I took a few deep breaths. "Sorry, you OK?" She asked.

I responded by diving right back into the moist folds of her pussy, causing her to arch her back. "Oh fucking god baby, that's it! Eat your fill baby."

I continued to tease her with my tongue for several minutes, taking in the atmosphere of pleasure that was radiating from her when she separated me from my thoughts.

"I'm gonna cum baby! I'm gonna fucking cum!" I took a deep breath and placed my lips over her hole, flicking her clit with my fingers to take her over the edge and into orgasmic overdrive. Seconds later I felt her bucking against my face, her screams getting louder and louder until she buried her face in a pillow. Her whole body was convulsing and finally I got what I wanted.

Her juices began flowing into my waiting mouth and I relished in the sweet taste. I couldn't see her face, but judging from her breathing and shaking, her eyes were probably rolling back in her head. Once the juices stopped flowing and she had returned to a semi-conscious state, she rolled over onto her back and slid off the bed. 

"I want that cock in my mouth right now!" She reached up and unclasped my belt, followed by my pants and yanked them down to my ankles. There, staring her in the face was my throbbing organ. 

Were this just some random woman sitting on her haunches in front of me, I would be terrified of the look she gave it. It was a primal look of want and hunger, like she wanted to put it on a bun and eat it right there. Rather than attack it with lustful fury, she slowly opened her mouth and slid the head into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around my head, making me quiver a bit at the sensation. She put her hands on my thighs and slowly took more of my manhood down her throat. She closed her eyes and shook her head a bit, sending shockwaves through my legs before she pulled her head back with a sloppy sucking sound and a trail of juices falling from our separation.

"Ohhh shit babe, that's fucking fantastic. Can u get all of me in your mouth?"

She needed no more encouragement and without a word she slid me back into her mouth. She took a few breaths through her nose and opened her throat, sliding the last inches of me deep into her before stretching back and coughing. More of our saliva/precum mix fell to the floor, with some clinging to her chin. She looked up and smiled at me.

"What do I win?" She asked as if she had used some hidden talent to win a bet.

"Keep working your magic and I'll give you a prize." She gripped my ass and thrust my cock back into her warm mouth, moving herself rapidly. She wanted me to cum and was putting in some overtime to get it, much to my delight. She did this thing where she took me halfway in her mouth and then swirled her tongue around my cock. The feeling was pure bliss and once she figured out what it was doing to me, she pressed her newfound advantage. 

The combination of sucking and swirling, her moans vibrating my member and her perfect bedroom eyes was just too much to bear. It didn't take long for me to feel my entire body tightening and I let the sensation of her mouth take hold. 

"You want your prize? Here it comes baby, I'm gonna cum for you!" I growled so as not to wake any other guests. She said nothing, just wrapped those beautiful lips around the head of my cock and close her eyes. I felt her tongue tease my head and I erupted rope after rope of my spunk into her mouth. When the first one hit the back if her throat, her eyes went wide, settling back to blissful surrender as she reached down and rubbed her wet pussy.

When I finished delivering my seed to her, she leaned her head back slightly and opened her mouth to show me what I had done to her. She smiled and swallowed it all before standing and kissing me on the cheek.

"That was.. incredible," I said through ragged gasps. She walked behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist and began to stroke my now half limp cock.

As she stroked my cock she kissed my neck, turning me on and reviving my shrinking member. As much as I wanted to just stay in the moment, something was gnawing at me and I just had to have an answer.

"Becky, how do you feel about our relationship? I ask because we danced to that last song and I felt more than just lustful wanting in your kiss. I just.."

She cut me off, "I've never felt this way about anyone before, it's like you have some kind of spell over me that I just can't break. I.. I love you."

I turned as best I could to face her. "I love you too Becky, and I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who seems to be under a spell." We shared a long kiss while she fondled me. She broke the kiss and eyed me with desire.

"We aren't finished yet Sergeant," she said in a very seductive voice. Soon I was rock hard again. She took her dress off and laid down on the bed, keeping her legs together and lifting them vertical before spreading them. "Make love to me tonight."

I don't know what I did to please the gods, but you can bet your boots I wasn't complaining. I climbed into the bed and gave her one more good lick before lifting myself over her body and kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips.

"God I want you. I need to feel every inch of you inside me," She practically begged. How could I say no to her? She was perfect in every way and I had to oblige her. 

I teased the head of my cock against her wetness, drinking deep the noises she was making before sliding effortlessly inside of her. Almost instantly her walls clamped on my intruding dick, releasing it slowly as she settled in for the ride. She wanted to feel special tonight, and I would do my best to make that happen. I started slowly stroking myself in and out of her, working at a deliberate pace. 

"Oh fuck baby, just like that. I love the way you feel inside me." She leaned up and gave me a few short kisses before working towards my neck. The sensation was mind blowing, like being hit with a cattle prod, minus the pain. This was for her pleasure, and apparently I was doing a good job.

I could feel her tightening up a bit, so I shoved myself deep inside her and shifted my position so I was sitting on my knees. I grabbed her legs and rested them on my shoulders, feeling the cool leather of her boots as they touched my skin. 

I took hold of her hips and angled her up just a bit, giving me the optimal position to please her. She cried out in ecstasy as I worked her pussy, closing her eyes and not opening them for the world. Her rhythmic moaning got louder and louder as I slid myself in and out of her, picking up speed now that I had her right where I wanted her. 

"Fuck that's good baby.. right there.. don't stop doing that. I'm gonna cum!" Her voice was seductive as it rang off the walls. I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock with every stroke. She was close to climax and to deny her would be the most harmful thing anyone could do, physically as well as emotionally. 

A few more thrusts was all it took to push her over the edge. I felt the pressure building inside her as she gripped the bed and cried out, her orgasm taking her. She started to shake and I felt her warm love flow over me and onto the bed. I kept going as best I could given the circumstances and soon she was laying there, moaning softly and smiling. 

"That was amazing.. I want more!" She slid herself up the bed, pulling me out of her with a sucking sound. She rolled off the bed, grabbed the computer chair and rolled it nearby. She put one leg up on it and patted her dripping pussy, what more invitation could a guy need? I was over there and on my knees so fast I think I got rug burn, totally worth it.

My tongue found its way to her engorged clit and I began sucking and nibbling on it. She reached down and spread her lips to give me better access, so I rewarded her with two fingers in her wet hole. She screamed in pleasure, letting me continue for only a minute or so.

"Sit!" She commanded as if I were a trained dog. I guess I kinda was, but still. I sat down as she turned her back to me, placing her hands on my knees for support and sliding down on my throbbing cock. 

"Oh fuck!" She lifted herself slowly, not allowing me to slip out of her fully before sliding back down. I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of tit as she worked me over.

"Fuck yes baby. Yes, yes, yes, yes!" She screamed as she impaled herself on me. I could feel her building up to another climax. The more she fucked me, the shorter they took. Good to know..

Becky was screaming with lustful desire, so much that I couldn't help but remember what she said as we left the ball. 'I'm trying to wake the dead', success wasn't far off. 

Her muscles tightened, her body rested against mine and with a final drop on my cock, she threw her hands back around my head and kissed me to muffle the screaming. I felt warmth run down me as she had yet another orgasm. She sat there, riding the sensory overload her body was in, until she opened her eyes and kissed me.

"You still need to cum. I want it deep inside me. Please cum inside me." She slowly lifted herself off me, but didn't allow me to get up. Dropping to her knees, she took my whole cock in her mouth as if it were just another thing. She sucked every drop of her juices off me and then bent over the dresser. "Fuck me, treat me like I'm your slut and cum inside me."

God she knew just what to say. I walked up behind her and kissed each ass cheek before giving her a little tongue on her ass. She moaned her approval and I stood up, bringing my solid cock up to the small of her back. The height difference made this an interesting task, but I quickly found a solution. 

"Turn around baby," I said as she quickly obeyed. I set her up on the dresser and slid myself in her with some force.

"Oh shit yes! Abuse my pussy baby!" She wrapped her legs around my back, interlocking her boots as best she could. I fucked her hard, like she will have problems walking later, hard. The force of my thrusts was making the dresser slam into the wall but we were so lost in each other we didn't care. 

I lost track of time, hell, I lost track of anything that wasn't her. I just kept thrusting hard into her tight hole until I felt a twitch of my balls and a noticeable change in sensation at the base of my cock. Time was of the essence, and I wasted none of it. Three solid strokes later, through groans and screams I heard her voice.

"I'm gonna cum again baby, I'm gonna cum all over you again!"

"I'm gonna cum too baby! You feel so fucking good!"

"Cum with me baby!"

Timing couldn't have been more perfect if we tried. I felt her tense up and she cried out, digging her nails into my back and raking them upwards with some serious force. Her orgasm took hold and I felt her leaking down me. That sent me over the edge and I buried myself as far in her as I could get, releasing my sperm into her. I could feel it slowly sliding out of her and onto me.

We sat there for a long minute, just basking in the radiance of our lust. "That was incredible, I love you Becky."

"I love you too. You know just how to please me. I've never had so many orgasms."

"Well, let's get cleaned up. What time is it?" She looked over at the clock.

"11:15"

I was surprised, I thought it would have been much later than that. We were only at it for an hour. "If we hurry we can still make it to the bar," I said, being rather thirsty and I'll bet she was too after losing so much fluid.

Without another word I slid myself out of her. I was turning to go start a shower for us when she grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards her. Before I knew it she was on her knees, cleaning my cock of our juices with her mouth. I stood there, mouth open and staring at her. When she finished she stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at me.

"Waste not," she said, grabbing my hand and led me to the bathroom. We showered and got dressed, her in a flannel shirt that was probably two sizes too small, jeans and cowboy boots and I wore a button down Jack Daniel's shirt, jeans and work boots. I grabbed the keys, my bud light ball cap and headed for the door, opening a window along the way. The room was hot and musty with the mixing smells of wondrous sex and body wash.




Becky's Marine Ch. 03



We got in the car and left the parking lot. She reached over and grabbed my hand, singing along to the radio as we went. About 10 minutes later we pulled up outside of a large building and parked across the street in the overflow parking. 

"What is this place? Doesn't look like a normal bar to me." She had a worried look on her face. 

"This is the stampede. It's a decent country type bar, and the only real country place around here. I should warn you though, there will be a bunch of military people here, being that it's so close to base and all." She listened intently, hanging on to every word. "I used to be a regular here so if anyone gives you any shit, let me know and it'll get handled."

"Is my big strong lover going to protect me?" She asked more than a little seductively. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on a bit.

"Of course baby. Now let's go get us something to drink." Hand in hand, we walked up to the bar until the bouncer at the door asked for our ID's, which he checked and let us in after giving us both wristbands. Since it was technically an 18+ club, those under 21 got X's on their hands while those over 21 got wristbands. 

The bar was relatively dark and very loud. To the right was a mechanical bull and several billiards tables, on the left were a few tables and a counter for ordering the usual greasy bar food. Directly ahead was several sets of tables and booths with the dance floor beyond. Further down the wall on the right was the stage with the bathrooms to its left, then the DJ booth and a doorway to an outside patio/smoking post.

We made a bee line for the bar, picking a pair of stools and sitting down next to some folks who were obviously military. Both had high and tight hair cuts and exposed dog tags. The bartender, whom I had known from years past walked over.

"What can I get.. Holy shit, Drew.. You're back!"

"Very much so, how's it hangin' JT?" JT White was THE bartender at the stampede. He was an older gentleman, about 5'8 with hair the color of snow in winter and a beard to match. He loved what he did because he got to be around military personnel, listen to people talk shit, and dish it out when the time came. Sure, other bartenders may have done the same, but JT remembered people and would never let the past stay in the past.

"Things are good my friend, how about you? How's therapy going?"

"Ok I guess. This is Becky, she is my uh, therapist, of sorts. Becky, this is JT White."

They exchanged pleasantries and we ordered our drinks. I had a whiskey sour made with Wild Turkey 101 and she had a Jack on the rocks. Soon JT was bringing our drinks over to us.

"This rounds on me. It's great to see you again," he said setting down our drinks.

"Thanks JT, its good to see you too."

We sat there at the bar, finishing our drinks and ordering another round. JT made his rounds behind the bar, making new drinks and refilling old ones. I caught him as he walked by.

"Anyone else I know here tonight, staff or otherwise?" I asked.

"I think Tyler is here, as well as some new guy he brought. I think he said his name was Ryan or something," he began wiping down the bar and checking his supplies.

"Tyler is here?! Oh shit. Do you remember what he was drinking?" Becky looked almost as happy as me, probably because she had someone else who would keep her company, and keep her safe. 

"Why don't you ask him yourself," He said inclining his head. We both turned and could clearly see Tyler and Ryan talking to several women. I had seen these women before. They were the kind of girls who went from military man to military man, trying to get a piece of that paycheck. We headed toward Tyler and Ryan just in time.

Before we could get there, a pair big ol boys walked up to the group. I couldn't hear the exchange over the music, but the posture indicated that a fight was soon to happen. Tyler was a thick headed bastard and wouldn't bow out, while Ryan was his complete opposite, already trying to figure out which way to run.

When we got there, one of the guys was about to hit Tyler. "The fuck do you think your doing!" I had to hell to be heard over the music, but my trained Marine voice was barely strained.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked. He was about 6 feet tall and weighed probably close to 300 pounds. Any other details were lost to me.

"Who I am is of no concern to you, touch him and you'll be eating your meals through a tube for the next 6 months." I said with some authority. Tyler didn't respond, he just gave me a half smile that said 'thank you'.

His buddy however, recognized me as I recognized him. I'd had dealings with him in the past here and none of them ended well for either of us. Usually he ended up nursing his wounds and I went to jail for the night.

He put his hand on his compatriot, "let's go, leave this one be," he said with what I think was a bit of fear in his voice.

"Fuck that, I can take him." His anger was at a boil. Even in the low light of the bar I could see his face was red as a tomato.

"No you can't. He has nothing to lose, and that makes him very dangerous," His buddy retorted.

"Oh, he has something to lose, he has that broad right there," He said pointing to Becky. 

I damn near lost it. The red haze of rage had me firmly in its grasp and was growing with each passing second. Tyler has known me for long enough to know when I'm about to lose it and he stepped in.

"Oh shit, that's a big mistake. If you wanna fight so bad, let's take it to the parking lot like men," Tyler was smart, he knew that we would be fighting now, he just had to make sure I didn't go to jail.. again.

"See you outside sweetheart," he said to Becky as the pair of them walked out the door. I had to maintain my composure as we went outside so I took a few deep breaths. Becky came over and placed a hand on my arm.

"You don't have to do this you know. I don't want you getting in trouble." There was concern in her voice as well as a bit of fear. I don't she has ever been in a situation quite like this.

"It'll be OK babe, this will only take a minute. If you don't wanna watch, that's fine, Ryan can look after you while I sort this out." I said taking her hand. At the mention of Ryan's name, she gave me a look of 'are you serious, he was just about to leave Tyler high and dry'.

"If I can't talk you out of it, then lets get this taken care of."

I wasn't going to let them slide. I had a plan and Tyler set it up perfectly, whether he knew it or not. The others headed for the door, but I went back to the bar. I ordered up a shot of Wild Turkey, downed in and we all went outside. The tingling sensation had just vanished when we saw them standing across the street.

As we approached, they turned to face us. The loudmouth standing out front and his smarter friend hanging back a bit. I pulled Tyler aside before we got too close.

"If anything happens to me, get her out of here."

"Aye sergeant," It was just like old times. New ranks but old times. I kissed Becky and told her I loved her before walking across the street.

My opponent said nothing, no words were needed. He was big and slow, a bad combination. I saw his wild haymaker coming from a mile away, dodging under it and appearing within his guard. A quick pair of shots to his ribs made him double over in pain. He kicked out with his leg, barely catching my shin and causing me to grunt in pain. This momentary lapse in concentration gave him the shot he needed, hitting me hard in the face.

I kicked his right knee hard, hearing a sharp crack and watching him fall over screaming. I gave him a few more hits to the face before pulling him towards me for a few words.

"If you so much as glance in our direction again, I will carve you up so bad they will need dental records to identify you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-y-yes" came his shaky reply.

"Good, now I trust we can all get along now?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Good."

"Of c-course." I was a bit lost in the moment, but I did notice his buddy had taken off, probably leaving a trail of excrement behind him. I noticed my downed opponent had a knife concealed in his jacket, now draped over a fire hydrant. I decided it was part of the spoils of war, taking it and slipping it on my belt. 

I had just crossed the street when Becky threw her arms around me and kissed me. When she finally let my face separate from hers, Tyler and Ryan patted me on the back and congratulated me for not losing my cool.

We went back in the bar and ordered another round, on Ryan for being such a bitch during the confrontation. He took it in jest, as it was meant and we went to the patio so Tyler could have a smoke.

"Dude, that was amazing! Did you see how bad his pal pissed himself?" Tyler said laughing. We were bantering back and forth for a bit when Becky whispered in my ear.

"You OK? You haven't stopped shaking yet."

She was right, my hand was still trembling and no matter what I did, I couldn't stop it.

"I'll be fine, it'll pass," I said with a smile.

"Seeing you in action against that inbred swine made me so fucking horny. I want you so bad right now," she was such a temptress, but she was my temptress.

"Save it for later baby, we haven't even danced yet."

We kissed, not paying attention to the looks we were getting from Tyler and Ryan. Ryan cleared his throat in a manner that said 'hey, we're still here'.

"Grab a girl boys and lets dance!" I said as I grabbed Becky's hand. We danced to the first song while Tyler and Ryan tried to find girls. Tyler had one by the end of the second song, yet Ryan returned to the sidelines empty handed. Becky noticed it too.

"I'm gonna dance a few songs with him, if you don't mind."

"Please do, I'll see about finding him his own girl. I love you Becky."

"I love you too.. Drew." She said with a smile. As she walked off I grabbed her ass, then left to go get another shot. I sat at the bar and talked with JT for a bit, looking back every once in a while to see how Becky was doing. I wasn't concerned for her safety, being that Tyler was no more than 10 paces away at any given time.

After another shot, I set out on my mission. I talked to some girls here and there, talking up Ryan and seeing if anyone would bite to no avail. I wasn't about to admit defeat and soon found a pretty girl sitting by herself on the patio and smoking a cigarette.

"Would you happen to have another?" I asked making conversation. I only smoked on rare occasions but my hand still hadn't stopped its involuntary movement so I figured I'd see if it would help.

"Sure, here ya go." She presented a pack of kools, my old brand. I took one and borrowed her lighter.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked

"Not at all. Are you here all alone?"

"No, I'm here with some friends but they are dancing and so this time I'm the 5th wheel. How bout you?"

She developed a far away look on her face, a mixture of sadness and anger. "I was here with a friend, but she took off with some guy and now, here I am."

I felt bad for her. That same thing had happened to me plenty of times, but I never thought much of it. I guess the other side has it worse. "You can hang with us if you want. I'm Drew."

"Jessica, nice to meet you. Your friends wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. In fact, I have a friend who would love to meet you. He is a bit shy, so go easy on him."

"I make no promises. How about you buy me a drink and then we go meet with your friends." She had a big smile on her face.

"Deal."

We went back over to the bar and ordered up some drinks. I had another whiskey sour and she had a martini. We sat there making small talk and talking about Tyler and Ryan. I pointed them out and then she got a sad look in her eyes.

"But, he's dancing with someone now. Kinda sucks after you talked him up so much."

"He's dancing with my date. He's so shy he never would have approached you, so I had to make sure he wasn't lonely."

Her smile came back. "You're a good friend."

"I try. Come on, lets go cut in."

We finished our drinks and walked up to them on the dance floor. Ryan saw us coming and looked scared shitless. I made introductions and took Becky back, leaving Ryan and jessica to their own devices. Becky and I danced another song away.

"You smell like you had a smoke. Should I be worried?" She asked accusingly.

"Not at all my dear. Killed two birds with one stone actually. I got Ryan a girl and got my hand to stop shaking." 

"He is so shy and awkward. I wonder how long this will last?" She said, glancing over at them. He was a bit awkward, but he was a good kid. He just needed to come out of his shell.

After a few more songs, they called last call and we ordered up another round. Grabbing an available booth, we talked and told stories of times past, met new people and learned things about old friends. Before we knew it, closing time came and we headed for the parking lot. Ryan and jessica were together as well as Tyler and his girl.

After saying our goodbyes, Becky and I headed back to the hotel. Tomorrow was our flight home and we were going to be on it. It had been a fun few days back in California, but I was more than ready to be home. 

We pulled into the parking lot, went in the room and stripped down to almost nothing. Normally, seeing Becky even close to naked would give me a hard on, but now I was only half way there at best. Becky was all hot and bothered and didn't mind sharing it with me.

I had just laid down in bed when her panties came flying at me. Trying to be cute, I grabbed them and sniffed them, finding a rather large wet spot which was still warm. 

"I told you I wanted you, but you didn't believe me did you?" She had that seductive look about her again. Next thing I knew, my dick was standing at attention. "That's better. I'm tired, but I figure we can please each other one more time before bed." 

Only a fool would turn her down. "What did you have in mind, foul temptress?" I said playfully.

"I want you in my mouth, then I want to ride your face until I cum all over you."

"Then why is your beautiful backside not in my face, nor your lips around my Private?" I smirked.

She said nothing, just straddled my face and took my cock down her throat. The sensation was almost more than I could take, but I held out for her as best I could. Focusing on the task at hand, I licked her wet pussy slowly up and down a few times, getting small moans as a reward. I worked my tongue faster across her slit, pausing several times to suck on her clit. She would return the favor by deepthroating me until she gagged.

"Holy, shit, baby... That's so fucking good!" I said between mouthfuls of hairless pussy.

"Tease my asshole baby, I'm almost there!" She cried. My finger traced her crack until I found her tight hole. I gently teased it, taking in the sounds of her as she neared her climax. I felt her start to shake a bit, so I used a trick that I'd been saving for just such an occasion. 

I slipped a finger into her ass just as I felt her warm fluids flow onto my face. The sweet taste of her cum was enough to take me the rest of the way. I put my hand lightly on the back of her head and shot several ropes of spunk into her mouth. She moaned with each twitch of my cock and each glob of my essence that followed. 

When I had finished cumming, she swallowed every drop, then climbed off of me. She pulled the blanket back and we both got under it. She rested her head down on my chest and listened to my heartbeat. As I was being whisked away into the arms of Morpheus, I heard her voice one last time.

"I love you Andrew."

"Love you too Becky," Was my intended response, though how much actually made it out of me is entirely up for debate.



Becky's Marine Ch. 04



"Anderson!"

I turned toward the voice, it was soft and yet commanding. Walking towards me was Lieutenant Richard Grimm, his last name rather fitting. His humor was dark and he generally was the bearer of bad news.

"Sir," I said, saluting before shaking his hand. "How are you?"

"Those fucking retards running this shit show wouldn't know their own ass from a hole in the ground. But enough about me, listen, I have a job for you and your men," he said.

Giving him my best Darth Vader impression I said "what is thy bidding, master?"

He laughed, taking it in stride, "I need you guys to run convoy security. Nothing too serious, they just requested a bit of support."

"Not a problem sir, what's the cargo?"

"Medical supplies for the field hospital in ramadi. 3rd battalion, 8th marines are holding the western end of downtown and have set up a casualty collection point, their supplies have run low and we need some security on them.

"Insurgents have been hitting them hard, trying to take back the city. Get the convoy there and resupply with the Army before coming back."

"Will do sir, do you expect any resistance?" I asked.

"As always, you may run into light resistance along the route, don't stop unless absolutely necessary. We don't need these supplies being lost," He said, emphasising not stopping.

"Roger that sir, we'll get it done."

"Good, the convoy leaves here in three hours. I'll see you back here later, good luck."

"Thank you sir," I said, saluting before we parted ways.

--

Rolling down the long, dusty desert highway, we were several hours into our trip. I was in the lead vehicle with Tyler as my driver and several other Marines in the back. 

"This place fucking sucks," Tyler said, watching the road intently. "Why do we always get drafted for convoy duty? Don't they have other chucklefucks who can handle this?"

"I'll tell you why Tyler, we are the best chucklefucks this side of the Euphrates," I told him. He laughed at my sentiments, knowing I was right.

Suddenly, a white smoke trail came from behind a boulder in a dense palm grove on the right side of the road, about 300 feet from the highway. I watched the trail from the rocket fly past us and heard the explosion as it hit the truck carrying some of the supplies.

Tyler turned us hard right and nearly drove us into the ditch that ran along the side of the road for drainage. I could hear brakes squealing as the other vehicles avoided what I thought was the smoking ruin of the second truck.

As soon as Tyler turned the wheel, I was in the radio. "RPG! right side, 400 yards up behind the rocks! They're in the palm grove!"

The radio came alive as the down truck called for assistance, the other vehicles set up a perimeter as best they could and moved to help their fellow Marines. Tyler and I, along with the two in the back seat, Jameson and Williams, all got out while our gunner, Jackson manned the .50 cal.

"Tyler, Williams, Jameson, on me! Push forward and take them down. Watch your fields of fire. Jackson, cover us!" I yelled as we ran towards the launch point.

"Aye aye Sergeant!" Was all that was needed.

We saw two armed insurgents running from the boulder away from us, I slowed my run and took aim.

"Sergeant, our rules of engagement says.." Jameson was saying before I cut him off.

"Fuck the ROE, I'll take the heat for it. Burn those two!"

The bark of M-16 fire came sharply and without hesitation, being drowned out by the thumping of the .50 moments later. Both targets went down quickly, falling like ragdolls to the intense fire.

"Clear the area and check 'em!" I called after the shooting had stopped.

-----

I sat up in bed, breathing heavily and cursing the gods for my dreams once again. Becky shifted slightly and I couldn't help but look at her. The lights from the parking lot cast a yellowish glow around the closed curtains, barely illuminating her as she slept. I pulled the covers over her shoulder and smiled, knowing she was falling for me.

I looked at the clock and sighed, ten more minutes until the alarm was going to go off. I slowly got out of bed and went to relieve myself. When I got back, I started packing as quietly as possible. I put my uniform back on the hangers and slid them in my garment bag, then put my hat and shoes in their boxes and packet them in my duffle bag, padding them with clothes.

The alarm clock chimed and Becky slowly sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes. She clicked on the light and smiled at me.

"Morning sunshine," she said, yawning after she said it.

"Morning beautiful. How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby, you?"

"Not so well."

"Bad dreams again?"

"Not necessarily bad, just unwanted."

She got out of bed, heading for the bathroom. She stopped and kissed me on the cheek, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding me there for a moment.

"We will figure out how to stop these dreams, I promise," she said as she let me go and went to shower.

I finished packing, laid out clothes for her and myself, then went to brush my fangs. I had just finished when she walked out of the bathroom, stark naked.

"God damn, I could look at you all day," I said, gazing longingly at her perfect curves.

"I know, but we have a plane to catch. Hurry up," she said heading for her clothes.

The flight home was uneventful, I slept most of the way, waking up as we descended. We got back to my house around 4 in the evening. Carl had started dinner so we ate and talked about California, telling him of the bar and how I made that big fucker piss himself. 

Becky left shortly after, having to work the next day. She kissed me goodbye and we parted ways. My dreams were good that night, Becky occupied most of them.

----

A few weeks later, I walked into to control room at work, greeting my board operator and heading for the locker room to get changed. I put on my blue coveralls, my radio harness and clipped my gloves to my pocket. I picked up my yellow hard hat and my pipe wrenches, looked at myself in the mirror quickly before heading outside to the shelter.

I couldn't help but laugh. Our blue coveralls and yellow hard hats made us look like minions from Despicable Me. I walked over to the guy I was relieving, greeting him as warmly as I could at 5:30 AM.

"Morning Bill, anything interesting?" I asked. Bill had been with the company for 12 years, and boy did he show every bit of it. His face was tired and a bit thin, not helping to hide his 41 years of age. His hair was kept short and showed quite a bit of grey in it.

"Nope, no changes," he said. He sounded tired and the bags under his eyes told me I was right.

"Alright man, get outta here and get some sleep."

"See you tonight," he said as he collected his things and went to change.

I decided to take a quick stroll through my plant, just to make sure everything was OK before our morning meeting. I put on my hard hat, stuck my pipe wrenches in my back pocket and headed across the street. 

I headed towards the two furnaces that marked the start of my plant. One of them heated incoming feed while the other was a reboiler, reheating the distillation column bottoms to get more lighter stuff to rise up the column.

I walked down pump row, checking oil levels and seals for any leaks before topping off the oil in my large compressor, then headed inside for the morning meeting.

As usual, the night shift had gone quietly, with everyone getting a 'no changes' turnover. I did my rounds and pulled samples to send to the lab for quality control testing before taking a break, checking my phone and finding a message from Becky.

From Becky:

Hey good lookin

To Becky:

Hello my temptress

From Becky:

I need a favor, can I call you?

To Becky:

Sure

My phone rang a minute later.

"Hey," I said, knowing it was Becky.

"Hey."

"So, what's this favor?"

"OK, so my kid sister Courtney is having a ceremony at school to honor the seniors who have decided to join the military. Every branch has solid representation, except the Marines. Only one kid has signed up, and he also happens to be dating Courtney. I was wondering if, as a surprise for him and her, you could get some of your Marines together to show up in your blues and show him he isn't alone."

"When is this thing?"

"Three weeks from Friday."

"Let me make some calls. I can definitely get Tyler and Ryan, but I'll have to work on others."

"Thank you sweetheart, it would mean a lot to me."

"No problem darlin, I gotta go, but I'll make some calls."

"OK, thanks, bye."

I hung up and thought about what she wanted. I guess I'd have to bring out the old drill manual. I called Tyler and Ryan, filled them in and asked them to take two days of leave on Thursday and Friday. I called several other people I knew, but nobody could help me.

I called Tyler back.

"Sup dude," he answered.

"Hey, what's the battery office number?"

"Why?" His tone gave away his nervousness.

"I need you to bring your whole gun section. I'm going to talk to the CO and ask him to get you all leave for the two days."

"OK, I'll text it to you."

We hung up and he sent me the number. I called the CO and explained the situation, asking him to help me out. He granted them all leave on one condition, I had to get him a copy of the video.

I went to talk to the school principal on Monday morning, telling him my plan and making sure be was OK with us being there. These days, you can't just walk onto school property anymore. He gave me his blessings and promised to keep it a secret.

Tyler and his gun crew all flew in on Wednesday night. I picked them up at the airport in a van I rented for the weekend so everyone would fit in one vehicle. We hit the bar and got them put up in a hotel for the weekend.

Then next day was uniforms, all day long. Besides me and Tyler, there was one other noncommissioned officer, a Corporal. The other five men were a mixture of Lance Corporals, PFC's and a Private. We went out to dinner with Becky and Carl after our uniforms were squared away.

Friday morning came and we all got dressed at the hotel, checking each other to make sure we looked our best. We loaded in the van and parked by the gym, milling about and going over the moves one last time. The doors to the gym were open so we could hear the principal speaking.

He talked about the meaning of such commitment as these young people were making and about how proud he was of them. He called their names as he handed them a plaque, which each accepted to a round of applause. As he went through the list, the vice principal gave me a wireless mic that sat on my ear like a Bluetooth. When he got to the final name, he stopped, allowing me to click on the mic.

"Detail, attention!" I said, hearing myself inside. The students when completely silent.

"Right," I looked at the men formed up in a line, "face!"

In one motion, they rotated on their feet and clicked their heels together again. A perfect execution. 

"Forward, march!"

The stepped together, moving as one, just like we had been taught. I took a few steps forward before turning left and walking beside them.

"Column left, march!" I called as we approached the doors. I had to slide over a bit to fit beside them.

As we came to about center, I noticed an X had been placed on the ground in blue tape, probably for us to center on. As we neared the X, I gave the command.

"Detail, halt!"

Another perfect execution.

"Left, face!"

It was so quiet, all you heard was a shuffle of our feet and a soft stomp as they brought their feet together. I executed an about face to look at the crowd, as well as the students to be honored. They were separated by branches, so it was easy to pick out the Devil Pup.

The principal grabbed his mic, addressing the crowd. "Richard Jones, report!"

The young man walked up to me, keeping a few paces back, before coming to attention. He wasn't smiling, he wore no facial expression, but his eyes told me everything I needed. We had made his school year for him.

"Richard Jones reporting as ordered sir!" He said, saluting me. I returned his salute, about faced and addressed my men.

"At ease!"

The principal handed me his plaque before stepping back to his podium. I turned and faced Jones, he was standing at ease, impressing me very much. I decided to give a better speech than the principal had.

"Students and faculty, we have gathered her today to show our love and support for these fine young men and women, as they commit themselves to the armed forces. They have decided to walk the path less traveled, to lay so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.

"We were asked to come here today, to show this lone Devil Pup, that no matter where he goes or what he does, no Marine will ever stand alone. You are going to join America's elite fighting force, the first ones in and the last ones out. You have a wonderful support network behind you and even God himself smiles on you, for if the Army and the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes, they will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines."

I handed him his plaque, which he accepted with a smile. We shook hands and I clicked off my mic before pulling him in close, whispering in his ear.

I clicked the mic back on, came to attention and faced my detail. "Detail, attention!"

They came to attention, awaiting my next command. "When I give the command, you will form up behind me. Fall out!"

They quickly formed up behind me, preparing to be marched out of the building. I looked and saw Jones was back where he was earlier by himself, I couldn't let that fly.

"Poolee Jones, fall in!"

He raced over and fell in behind one of the PFC's, coming to attention. I didn't worry that he didn't know the moves, he had demonstrated he knew the basics earlier.

"Right, face!"

Jones was just as perfect as Tyler, like he had been doing this for years. It was time to make people jealous.

"Forward, march!"

I marched them out of the gym and we talked for a few minutes together. He wanted to be infantry, but also was interested in aviation mechanics. I told him to go mechanic, it gave him better skills when he got out. Before he left, I told him to thank Courtney and Becky because they made this possible.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Becky called to ask how it went, I told her it went well and that I had requested several copies of the video. 

The rest of the weekend was good, all things considered. Nobody got arrested and all the Marines made it back to base safely. Becky and I had another date, dinner and a movie, followed by copious amounts of sex. All things considered, life was looking good.

----

It had been a month since the ceremony and, although we weren't officially dating, Becky and I were exclusive. I must admit it was strange that I hadn't asked her officially, yet something told me it had to be done right and that would require planning. Carl was, well.. being Carl, and I had to bail him out of a bad spot with his latest romantic interest's brother. Carl and I had talked with him and Carl manned up and backed off.

I was sitting at work, having just returned from running my afternoon jet fuel samples when Becky texted me.

From Becky:

Where are you?

To Becky:

Work, where are you?

From Becky:

Your house with Carl.

To Becky:

If he gets frisky let me know. I'll kick his ass. Lol

From Becky:

He said you couldn't if you tried.

To Becky:

I did it before and I'll do it again.

From Becky:

When did you kick his ass?

To Becky:

A few years back. He kissed the woman of a good friend and was about to get his ass beat, so I beat his ass instead.

From Becky:

Such a good friend...

To Becky:

He would have gotten much worse from the other guy. We should have won an Oscar for that performance.

From Becky:

Lol. When will you be home? This couch is awfully empty without you..

To Becky:

I'll be home around 6. I gotta go, I'll call you in a bit.

From Becky:

Love you, be safe!

I couldn't reply. We had gotten an alarm on the board that a pump had shut down so we raced outside to get it started again. 30 minutes later and with the pump back online, I went to the smoke shack to call Becky.

"Hey you," she said answering on the 2nd ring.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you?"

"Ok I guess, just waiting for my man to come home so I can fuck his brains out."

"Well make sure that he cleans the mess up when he's finished with you, I don't want to come home to any evidence," I joked. We both laughed and continued to chat. After a few minutes I heard the board operator on the radio.

"Hey guys, just a heads up, I'm getting a high CO alarm on F-730. Stay away for a bit."

"What was that?" Becky asked.

"Just a heads up that he is having trouble with the furnace."

"Do you need to go?"

"No, nothing I can do about it."

Another few minutes of chatting and we hung up. I went back to the shelter and was working on some paperwork when the board operator called me.

"Hey Drew," he said on the radio.

"Go," I replied

"Can you check on the fin fans? My reflux level is going dry but I show all fans running."

"Yeah, I'll go check 'em," I said as I grabbed my gear.

Walking down pump row, I had the strange feeling that something wasn't right. I took a quick glance around but didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so I climbed up the ladder 30 feet to the fin fan deck.

The deck was noisy, with 6 large fans forcing air over heat exchanger tubes. The motors hung down on either side of the catwalk, encased in a steel mesh cage to protect against accidental injury.

Checking each of the motors for odd noises and broken belts, I also checked for any tripped vibration shutdowns. When I got to the end of the catwalk, I found something.

"Hey Chuck," I said after cuing up the radio.

"Go ahead," he replied.

"E-730 delta has a broken belt, I'm gonna shut it down."

"Copy, go ahead," he said.

I hit the stop switch on the panel and watched the light change from green to red.

"OK Drew, I show stopped in here," Chuck said, referring to his board indication.

"Copy, need anything else while I'm up here?"

"No, you're good to walk away."

I climbed down and decided to take a walk through the plant. I checked all my oil levels, discharge pressures and flanges for any leaks. I noticed a drip coming from a 3/4 valve on a line that bypasses a check valve, used to keep the pump warm when it's not in service.

I cued up my radio. "Hey Mike," I said, calling the head operator.

"Go," his voice came over the radio.

"Can I get you to come out to pump row in 16 plant? I got a leak on a bypass valve."

"Copy, I'll be out there in a minute."

While I waited for Mike - our most senior operator and the only one with the legal authority to shut down the plant - to arrive, I looked for any possible points of isolation. If we could stop the leak, maintenance might be able to fix it on the run.

"What's going on?" He asked more than a bit concerned.

"The warm up line around the check is leaking. Looks like it's the packing gland," I said, pointing to the valve 8 feet in the air.

"Can we isolate it?"

"Maybe, if the upstream block on the discharge line holds," I said. It was a running joke for those of us in hydroprocessing that everything leaks by.

"OK, lets see if we can isolate it," Mike said. 

Mike was 43 years old, just over six feet tall with a rapidly receding hairline and a bit of a pot belly. He was smart, almost too smart. He could tell you about almost anything, and convince you it was the truth.

I climbed up on the platform that sat five feet off the ground, allowing access to the main discharge as well as the nitrogen powered Emergency Block Valve. From the platform, I grabbed the chain attached to the upper block valve, pulling it to close the valve.




Becky's Marine Ch. 04



When the valve was closed we waited to see if it stopped leaking. After a few minutes the leak hadn't changed, telling us the upstream block was leaking by. Typical.

The fire truck pulled up lights flashing, stopping on the road and basically closing it. Mike met the firemen and informed them of the situation. As they were developing a plan, the valve finally gave out.

"Fuck!" I said before cueing up my radio. "The valve let go!" I said with some authority.

"Copy. Chuck, hit the evacuation siren. Carl, Jim and Shawn, clear the plant!" Mike said, getting replies in the affirmative as the sirens began to wail.

The pump this valve is on operates at around 750 degrees, circulating the bottoms material in the distilation column through our reboiler furnace. Unfortunately, its auto-ignition temperature - the temperature at which it will ignite when it contacts oxygen - is 500 degrees. 

I was just grabbing the water hose off the rack when it caught fire, raining down flaming oil on top of Mike. I grabbed a fire blanket, left by a contractor, throwing it on him to smother the flames before guiding him to the safety shower. A fireman came and helped me get him out of the area. I could hear his screams as I walked back to the plant. He was taken by ambulance to the hospital, 45 minutes away. They were the only one with a burn unit.

Within an hour, the flames were contained, but not before sending a plume of black smoke into the midday sky.

With the chaos of the day, I had forgotten that Becky had probably heard the sirens and seen the smoke. We were so close to town, it was hard to miss something like that. I pulled my phone from my pocket, seeing I had 6 missed texts from Becky.

From Becky:

What happened!!???

Are you OK?

Please be OK!

You better be OK or I'm going to kick your ass

Baby please respond!

I need you! Don't leave me!

I had to text her back. I felt a little bad about not texting her earlier, but then again I was busy helping fight the fire. 

To Becky:

I'm OK, I'll be coming home to you tonight baby. I love you.

She replied almost instantly.

From Becky:

Thank the gods! I'm crying so hard, I was worried sick.

The rest of the shift was spent bringing down the plant and isolating the column and the pump. When I got home that evening, Becky came running out the door to meet me. She jumped into my arms, sending us backwards against my truck door.

"I was so worried about you," She said between kisses. "I thought I'd never see you again."

I held her head in my hands so she would stop assaulting my face. "I'm fine, I'm here now, everything will be OK. I love you."

"I love you too. I love you so much!" Tears were streaming down her face, though if they were tears of sadness or joy I'll never know. I went and showered, finally getting to wash that smell off me, and returning to Becky sitting on my bed.

"I heard the sirens and got worried. When I saw the smoke I got so scared, I thought I lost you. You mean the world to me and I don't know what I'd do without you." She said through tears. I got dressed and sat down beside her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close to me.

"I'm not going anywhere. Haven't you figured out by now that it takes more than that to kill me?" I was trying, quite unsuccessfully, to lighten the mood. She smiled a loving smile and let me hold her for a while. Carl knocking on the door reminded me that we weren't alone.

"Come in, we're decent."

Carl opened the door holding a note. "The hospital called, Mike is gonna pull through. His family wants you to meet them down there so they can thank you personally. What happened?"

"Mike got covered in oil when the fire started, it lit off and he was covered in flames. I threw a fire blanket on him and got him to a safety shower before they took him away."

Becky looked at me in shocking disbelief. "You ran into a fire to save him, even though you could have been killed trying to save him?! I'm gonna kick your ass!"

Carl was scared enough for both of us. "I'll leave you too alone. The family will be there around 11 tomorrow," He said, closing the door behind him. Becky gave me her full attention.

"You're my hero. I'm so proud of you, I wanna fuck you right now." She threw herself at me and we kissed for a long moment.

"Becky, I'm completely exhausted. We can fuck in the morning, you can even beat on the wall so Carl knows I'm fucking your brains out."

Her disappointment showed, but she understood. That night was hard, my mind reliving the events of the day. That was my first fire, and though not big by industry standards, it was still bad. Any fire in a refinery is bad.

---

I woke up early, unable to shake the memories from my mind. I decided to make a pot of coffee and get breakfast started. About an hour later, Carl came in, back from working his last night shift for a few days. We talked, mostly him bringing me up to speed on what they had found and how the shutdown went. Becky came out a few minutes later.

After breakfast, Carl went to shower and get some sleep while Becky and I cleaned up and headed to see Mike. We got to the hospital just after visiting hours started. His family was there, talking with the doctor.

As we walked up to them, a woman who I guessed was his wife ran up and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

"Thank you so much for what you did. You saved his life!". She had all the telltale signs of crying. Other family members came up and hugged us or shook hands. The doctor came out and talked to us.

"Mike's doing well, he just got out of surgery and is being moved to a post-op room now. You should be able to see him in about 30 minutes."

"Surgery for what?" I asked.

"Nothing serious, just to clean up some of the tissue around his face and neck. Left unchecked, it could have become infected," the doctor said.

"Got it, how bad are his injuries?" I asked.

"He's gonna make it. He's got second and third degree burns over 40% of his body. His coveralls saved most his body from the waist down, but his chest and head will have some scarring and disfigurement," the doctor said.

The doctor left and we talked a bit with the rest of the family. After a while, a nurse came to get everyone. We followed her to a room deep in the bowels of the emergency room, stopping outside the door.

"This is his room, only 2 people in at a time unfortunately," she said before walking away to tend to other duties. His wife looked at Becky and I.

"You two should go in first, you did save him after all."

"That's awfully kind of you, but he needs his family right now more than me. Y'all go ahead and we'll come by later."

"Are you sure? We don't mind waiting."

"Yes ma'am, I'm sure. We'll come by in about an hour or so."

She gave us hugs and kisses on the cheek before going in to see her husband. As we went to leave, a young boy stepped in front of us. If I were a betting man, I'd say it was his son.

"Thank you sir, for saving my daddy," He had tears in his eyes and I could tell he was worried sick about his dad. I bent down and gave him a hug.

"You're quite welcome young man. I know he would do the same for me. How old are you?"

"Seven," He said, holding back tears.

"What's your name?"

"Ben."

"Well Ben, I'm Andrew. It's nice to meet you. Here, I have something for you." I pulled out my set of dog tags from my shirt. Normally, dog tags have important and sensitive information on them, namely ones social security number. The sets that I wore around had that information omitted. I took off the chain they were on and hung it around his neck. "These are my dog tags. They have kept me safe through many tough times, including yesterday. They've served me well, now they will protect you."

He stared at them for a second, not saying anything. Then he reached forward and hugged me tight, getting my shirt wet with his tears. "Thank you," he said, though he was muffled by my shirt. A tear of my own gently rolled down my cheek.

He let me go and I stood up. His mother came over and hugged me again. "Thank you so much. If there is anything we can do for you, just let us know."

"He would have done the same for me ma'am. Take good care of them, and tell Mike I'll be by later."

Becky and I walked from the hospital hand in hand. When we got outside, she kissed me passionately. "That was a nice thing you did back there. Just when I thought I couldn't love you more, you surprise me yet again."

I looked deep into her eyes, seeing the love in her soul, as well as the desire to rip my clothes off and take me right there. I smiled back at her. "Becky, I love you so much. I've loved you from our first date, and I don't know where I'd be without you. Be mine.. Please by mine."

She kissed me like we would never share another kiss again. When she finally broke away from me, she smiled that mischievous smile. 

"Are you in 5th grade? That was so cheesy," she said as she laughed.

"Is that a yes?" I couldn't help but ask. She slapped my arm and nodded her affirmation.

"Yes Andrew, I'll be your girlfriend, officially."

We went to get coffee at a local spot. I told her about Mike and all the fun times we had. After about an hour, we headed back to the hospital.

Mike was on a good amount of morphine to kill the pain. He smiled as he saw us come in.

"Drew, how the hell are ya?" He said excitedly.

"I'm OK. How are you?" I asked.

"I feel amazing. This stuff they gave me is working wonders."

"I'll bet. Mike, this is my girlfriend, Becky. Becky, this is Mike."

They exchanged pleasantries and we talked for a while. He was drifting in and out of reality as the drugs suppressed his pain. A woman came in a little while later, peeking in through the slightly open door.

"Come on in, I'm Andrew and this is Becky," I said.

"I'm Sarah, Mike's sister. Nice to meet you," she said shaking our hands.

"Well, we will leave you two alone. Mike, we will be back to see you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"Thanks for coming," Mike said as we left.

We drove home holding hands the entire way. Her skin was so soft, like satin. It melted my heart to know she was now mine.

"I love you Becky," I said as she was singing to the radio.

"I love you too Andrew," she said as she leaned over to kiss me.

We came home to Carl in the kitchen. He calls what he makes food, but I've eaten MRE's that tasted better. Becky had been over enough to know about Carl's cooking and hurried over to him.

"What do you think you're doing?! Get out of my kitchen!" She said heading toward Carl and grabbing a wooden spoon.

"Your kitchen? Last time I checked you don't live here," He said avoiding her playful swats.

I couldn't help but join in. "That garbage you call food is almost inedible. If I didn't have an iron gut, I'd be hating life."

"Ha ha, very funny, I've been watching food network and I think I can cook some of that stuff," Carl said, now out of the kitchen and doing his best to avoid a woman with a wooden spoon. That's a dangerous combination at best..

"OK Carl, you can cook breakfast tomorrow, how bout that?" I had to help the poor guy. I loved him like the brother I never had and couldn't just dash his hopes like that.

"OK, breakfast it is. How's Mike?" The mood dropped a bit throughout the room.

"He has burns over 40% of his body. Doc says he will be OK, his family is visiting him now." My expression must have indicated a bit of disappointment. It sucked to have such a good guy get hurt on the job like that.

Carl walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. "I heard what you did. He owes you his life. You're a good man for that."

I hung my head at the thought of the days events, "He would have done the same for me."

"Don't worry too much about it, you'll give yourself an ulcer." He slapped my back and walked towards the couch. "Besides, you'll be the talk of the refinery. You're a hero!"

Great, now I'm in the spotlight. I prefer to stay under the radar as much as possible.. oh well.

Becky made parmesan chicken for dinner. She was a way better cook than either of us. We ate dinner and talked for a while, telling old stories and remembering old times. Carl volunteered to do the dishes and received no objections from anyone, much to his displeasure. Becky and I sat on the couch watching TV for a bit before Carl came and sat down with us.

"I'm cold, I'm gonna get a blanket, anyone want anything while I'm up?" Becky said as she headed to the hallway. 

"No, we're OK, thanks though!" Carl called after her. She returned a few minutes later with a blanket and two small boxes, one was purple and the other red. I recognized them instantly and a small groan escaped my throat.

"Don't give me that, you said you would tell me later and it's later, so I'd like to hear how you got these." She presented me with the boxes and sat back down between me and Carl, covering her legs with the blanket.

"What are those?" Carl asked motioning for me to pass him the boxes. 

"This is the Purple Heart, and this is the Bronze Star with combat 'V' device." I handed him the respective boxes as I named them off. He took them and opened them, revealing the contents of each.

"Now I'm curious, how did you get these? If you don't mind sharing."

Once again, my comfort zone had been abandoned. I didn't like being thought of as a hero for the Bronze Star and I hated telling the story of my other injury.

I sighed and went to the kitchen, feeling their eyes boring a hole into my back. I went to the liquor cabinet and grabbed the mason jar I kept hidden in the back, then went back to the couch. Becky's eyes lit up, knowing that I would tell the story, but Carl was a bit more reserved.

"You don't have to tell us, we understand," he said receiving a slap from Becky

"Get comfortable, these are rough stories," I said sitting down between them.

They settled in and we passed the moonshine around once before I started speaking.

"This is the Bronze Star with combat 'V' device. It is awarded to those who have distinguished themselves by heroic achievement while engaged in conflict with an opposing enemy force," I recited as if reading from a manual. I held up the medal for them to see. "We were supporting an infantry unit headed to Ramadi in April of 2006, serving as convoy escort. A few miles outside of Ramadi, we came under attack by enemy forces. They had superior numbers and a better firing position, but we had to hold them there while the grunts evacuated several casualties from an earlier fight."

We passed the shine around again as I continued.

"Normally they would hit us hard and fast, then take off, but they stuck it out this time. Soon we were running out of ammo and we had several casualties of our own," I explained after another drag on the bottle of shine. I took a long breath, looking up to see Carl and Becky hanging on my every word.

"A Marine was hit about 10 feet from the truck I was behind, so I ran out to drag him to cover. When I got him behind the truck, I used what little was left of my med kit and patched his wound. There were shouts for ammo and Corpsmen, so I ran to the supply truck and grabbed as much ammo as I could carry."

Reality slipped away and I was right back there on that afternoon. I could hear the cries of the wounded and the calls for ammo and support. A tear rolled down my face, which Becky wiped away.

"I distributed the ammo as best I could given the circumstances, and then replaced a fallen Marine on a humvee turret. Not the ideal place to be, but the support of a .50 cal was needed. About an hour later, the enemy attack shifted to their right flank as the grunts hit them hard. Another hour later and we were headed back to base."

"I was put in for the Bronze Star for my efforts to keep us in the fight. I never wanted it, mostly because it is a reminder of that hell." Becky had wiped away several tears of her own and Carl looked awestruck. We finished the bottle and set it on the coffee table. 

"Holy shit dude. Why did you never tell me of this?" Carl said, still trying to grasp what he had heard. I never spoke to him in detail of combat or life overseas, giving vague answers whenever possible. 

"I hate what happened over there, not because of what we did, but because of the effect it's had on me ever since. It's difficult to talk about," I said as he sank back into the couch.

"Do you still wanna hear the story of my Purple Heart?" I asked. I had opened up this much, might as well keep going.

"Yes, actually I do. Let's get another round though," Carl said standing on shaking legs to get another bottle. He walked down the hallway and went into his room, emerging a moment later with a blue cardboard box. "This is the good stuff, you've earned it," He said as he pulled out the bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label.

We had a few sips and I prepared myself for the coming tale. This was going to be painful.

"We were performing route security in Kandahar province, Afghanistan. It was a quiet and clear day with temps probably in the high 90's. We stopped at a village in preparation for talks between our officers and the village elders later in the day. We went door to door, sweeping each building and clearing the town when a small group of insurgents opened fire on us from the east."

"We took cover where we could find it and returned fire when we had targets. I took several Marines to press our attack and hopefully drive them off, when I heard several gunshots, that distinctive noise made by AK-47's, and felt a burning sensation in my right calf. I hit the ground hard and rolled to see where the shot had come from."

My leg started to hurt, a common occurrence when telling this story. Becky took my hand and kissed it lightly.

"I saw my attacker standing no more than 50 yards from me. It was a boy, no more than 14 years old. He had an AK-47 in his hands and a smile on his face. What happened next I hate myself for, every day of my life. I shot him twice in the chest." 

Tears were rolling down my face and my leg was burning as bad as the day I got shot. These two were lucky I loved them, because this was hard.

"I was taken by a Corpsman back to a humvee and evacuated. The bullet had barely missed my artery and I was back with my men in 7 weeks, very much against doc's wishes. I was given the Purple Heart for being wounded by the enemy in a time of war." 

Stunned silence was the only sound for a good minute while they soaked up what I had said. I lifted up my pants leg to show them the wound.

"You told me that was from a bicycle accident when you were in school. You said the chain sprocket stabbed you in the leg," Carl said in disbelief.

"I know. It hurts on occasion and every time I tell this story it hurts like the day I got shot. I hate talking about it," I said.

By now I was tired and uncomfortable but I hoped it didn't show.

"I almost lost you, twice," he said, still in shock. I could tell my stories had a profound effect of him, probably more than Becky. 

"You don't know the half of it," I said holding back the floodgates behind my eyes.

"I don't need to know more. If you ever want to tell me more, I'm here to listen, but not tonight. I'm gonna go lay down." He got up and walked to his room. Becky pulled me in close and held me for what seemed like an eternity. I cried, I cried like a bitch in her arms. I couldn't hold it back anymore.

When I took my weight off of her, she stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me to the bedroom.

"Come on, lets go lay down," She said.

"Sleep will be difficult tonight," I said sullenly

"Who said anything about sleep? I wanna hold you close and never let you go."

"Becky," I said in a hushed tone.

"Yes?" She turned to face me, gazing into my pitiful soul.




Becky's Marine Ch. 04



"I... I love you."

"I love you too Andrew."



Becky's Marine Ch. 05



Thanks to everyone who took the time to read, rate and comment. I hope these stories bring joy to others, as they bring joy to me writing them.

*****

It had been a long few days, first the fire at work and Mike getting hurt, then telling Carl and Becky about how I got two of my medals. The next few days at work had us getting the valve replaced and starting to bring the plant back online. Carl had been shocked to learn of the horrors I'd seen while Becky was heartbroken over everything. She had been a good sport though and not pushed for having sex. 

My first day off I woke up at 9:30 to Carl working in the kitchen. Becky rolled over to face me and gave me a kiss.

"Good morning. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Like I got hit by a truck. How are you?"

"Hungry. What time did you fall asleep?"

I thought about it for a second, trying to remember the last time I looked at the clock. "About 4."

"Damn babe, I'm sorry. Do you want to go back to sleep? I can wake you when breakfast is ready," She said, laying her arm on mine with her hand on my cheek.

"No, I'll be OK, just need some coffee or a red bull."

"Or me?" She had that look of desire in her eyes. I was getting harder every second she gazed longingly into my soul.

"Think you got what it takes to wake me up?" I asked playfully. She responded by reaching down and placing her hand on my now hard cock.

"Feels like you're already awake," She said smiling.

"He is, I'm not."

"Well, lets fix that." She pulled the blanket off of us, exposing our once warm bodies to the cool air of the room. We had slept in our underwear, me in boxers and her in panties and large t-shirt. Pushing me on my back, she tore her shirt from her tiny form and straddled me, our coupling separated only by cotton undergarments.

We shared a long and passionate kiss as she gyrated her hips on me, sensuously swaying her body on my dick. her body got me excited, but her eyes drove me crazy.

"I know just how to wake you up," She said with a gleam in her eye. She swung herself off of me and turned around, putting us in a 69 position. Needing no further encouragement, I pulled her panties to the side and saw her glistening slit inches from my face. I could feel her hands pulling my boxers down so she could have open access to my manhood so I gave her clit a quick kiss, causing her to moan.

"Don't stop now, I wanna cum all over your face so you smell like me at breakfast," she said seductively. I don't know why, but that turned me on so much that it took everything I had not to force her down on my shaft. I felt her tongue exploring the head of my cock, teasing me with every sensual touch. I couldn't take it anymore!

I grabbed hold of her ass and buried my face in her pussy, licking and slurping up every drop of her juices that I could. She gripped my leg rather hard and yelped in pleasure. Once the initial feeling subsided she moaned a bit and took me in her mouth. The more she sucked me, the more I licked her. She sped up, so did I. Soon I could feel her start shaking as she got more vocal with her moans and groans.

"Don't keep quiet baby, let Carl know we are up," I said between licks of her lips. Her juice was flowing well now and I knew she was close.

"Oh fuck baby, you eat me so well! I'm gonna cum all over you!" She screamed. Carl definitely heard that.

"Cum for me baby, cum all over me!" I said as she began to shake. Her body spasmed as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure talking her to an almost dream-like state. I lapped up everything she could give me and wanted more.

When the high of her climax had faded, she climbed off me and laid back on the bed, smiling the whole time. "Fuck me baby, fuck this tight little hole until you fill me up."

I got up and positioned myself between her legs, my rock solid cock waiting at her entrance. I was so fucking hard I probably could have beaten someone into a coma with my dick right then. Slowly I shoved it deep inside her, a slight squeal of lust the only sound. I worked carefully, making sure I didn't cum before she did. I loved having sex with Becky, but it was about her, not me.

With every thrust I could feel her inner chamber tighten, only releasing me so I could slide out to the tip and repeat the process. I slowly increased speed as she moaned louder. I thought I heard something hit the door, maybe Carl was listening? Don't know, didn't care. 

Soon Becky was screaming again, not even trying to muffle the sound. Her pussy was fluttering like a heart having a heart attack and soon her muscles clamped down on me, releasing a torrent of her precious cum over my dick. I was unwilling to give her a break and kept stabbing her over and over. When her body relaxed, she pointed to the dresser and smiled. I pulled out of her and she went to the dresser.

Bending over, she lifted her left leg up and set it on the top. She gave her ass a smack and motioned for me with a single finger. "Fuck me baby, abuse this hole until you cum or we break the wall."

I was inside her an instant later. Again I started slowly, but wasted no time in speeding up until I was worried I would put her head through the wall. She screamed in pleasure with every sharp thrust and the dresser was rocking against the wall. Carl had to be listening now, if he wasn't watching us somehow. 

My balls began to tighten and pressure was building around my cock. I was getting very close. I grabbed her hair with one hand and played with her clit using the other. "I'm gonna cum baby! I'm gonna fill you up!"

"Give it to me baby! Please God give me all of it!" She yelled, making sure the neighbors could hear. I felt her body contract as she had another orgasm, followed quickly by my own. String after string flooded her body and I released her hair. She sank forward onto the dresser and was breathing deeply. I pulled out after our combined rush had subsided and got a towel to clean up the mess we made. 

I was greeted with a long and loving kiss from Becky as I returned from the bathroom. "Thank you baby, that was wonderful. I needed that so badly."

"You're welcome babe, but now I'm pretty sleepy, I think I'll go back to bed," I said playfully, stretching and trying to yawn. She hit me softly in the stomach and gave me a glare.

"If you fall asleep I'll tie you down and take you with the door open," she told me with a look that said she would. God damn she was sexy.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," I said as I kissed her neck. We got cleaned up and went out to have whatever Carl called breakfast today. I have to admit it did smell good.

"Well good morning love birds, had a bit of fun did we?" Carl said accusingly. He had a big smile on his face that made me wonder if he was watching us somehow. 

"Just a bit. We do have some things to get done today, but more fun can come later," I said with grin. "Smells strangely good out here, what have you been working on?"

"Besides your slight distraction, I made pancakes, bacon, sausage and hash browns. There is orange juice and coffee on. Help yourselves." 

We fixed plates for ourselves and sat down at the table. This was it, the moment of truth. I looked from Carl to Becky and back to Carl. I put butter and syrup on my pancakes and cut a small piece. I watched Carl intently as I lifted the fork, stopping before I got it to my mouth.

"If this is poisoned, I'll haunt your ass for eternity," I said before taking a bite.

I was floored, it was amazing. This was something that Carl cooked. Carl, the man who burned pizza rolls, who made chicken so dry the desert seemed tropical.. What had happened?

My eyes went wide as I chewed and swallowed. I looked at him in confused silence for a moment.

"Well, how is it?" He asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

"It's um, amazing! Who did you pay to make this for you?" I joked.

"I'm glad you like it. I followed the directions on the box." He was victorious and it showed.

"Wait a minute, you can read!?" My quip was met by a flying napkin. We finished breakfast with more jokes at Carl's expense before Becky and I cleaned up and did dishes. 

We sat in the living room watching TV. Well, Becky and I watched TV, Carl stared at us.

"I don't get it, how do you do it?" He asked Becky.

"Do what?" She asked

"Get pounded like that and still feel fine. You should be seeking medical treatment from what I heard."

I began to turn red. While I was impressed by his comments, I was still a bit embarrassed. He is like an older brother so it was a bit awkward to say the least.

Becky was a good sport and took it as a compliment. "I have a steel pussy, he's the one who should be seeking a Corpsman," She patted my leg in appreciation.

Carl laughed and soon we joined him. He looked at us both and noticed we were holding hands. "So are you two finally dating?"

"Yes. It took him long enough to ask me though," She said with a grin.

"Well its about time. I'm happy for you two, but I have a favor to ask."

"Shoot" She said looking at him.

"Hook me up with one of your hot friends?" His request was met with a pillow to the chest. I laughed, remembering how not long ago I was the target of her pillow throwing antics. 

After a few hours Becky and I showered and got ready to go to the hospital. We arrived just after visiting hours had started and already there was a crowd around Mike's room. Unfortunately, these weren't family and friends wishing him well. These people had jackets with big yellow letters that read CSB on the back. They must have come to interview him after the incident.

We approached as a pair of investigators were exiting the room. "Excuse me, are you here to see him?" One gentleman asked.

"Yes, he's a good friend of mine and we wanted to see how he's doing," I replied.

"Do you work with him?" He asked in a rather annoying tone. It had a sense of 'this is more important than your visit'. 

"I do."

"Can we get a statement from you?"

"Sure."

I told my tale of the events as I remembered them and received a hand shake and a business card before they left. We checked in with the nurse and went in to Mike's room.

"Hey tough guy, how you feeling?" I asked seeing he was awake.

"I'm hurting, how are you?" He was hooked up to several machines that did God knows what but he seemed to be in high spirits.

"OK I guess. How's the family doing?."

"As well as they can be in this situation. My son really likes you, I can't see why though." We shared a little laugh at that. I was happy his sense of humor was still intact.

"Listen Andrew, thanks for saving me. I hear your the talk of the plant now."

Again with the hero business. "You would have done the same for me Mike."

We talked for a bit before his family came back. Becky left and brought his son in, who ran over and hugged his dad. I noticed he had my dog tags on still.

"Thanks again for saving my dad, and for the necklace." He showed Mike my dog tags which made him smile.

"I got those before our Afghanistan trip. Saved my life a few times. They'll keep him safe," I told Mike. He smiled a 'thank you' smile and gave me a look.

"There you go again being superstitious. When will you learn?"

"Never. I hope you feel better soon, if you need anything, let me know. The nurses have my number." I exited the room and his wife gave me a hug.

"Thank you again, for everything," She said softly in my ear. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was hitting on me. She went in the room as Becky and I left and headed home.

When we got there, Carl was still on the couch. I'm not sure he moved at all since we left. I stared at him hard, making him say something.

"What?" He asked slightly creeped out.

"What should we do today?" I asked

Becky gave me a lustful look. "I can think of a few things," She said, making Carl uncomfortable. He shifted a bit in his seat.

"Hey hey, take that elsewhere. If you two go at it again, I'm gonna record that shit and post it online."

"Your a sick man, you know that?" I joked. I looked at Becky who seemed to have a light bulb above her head. "Oh no, don't get any ideas little miss." 

"We could be an internet sensation!" She said. I couldn't tell if she was serious or not. This could be dangerous territory.

We rattled off a few ideas on things to do but everything required it to be evening or later. Seeing this going nowhere, I pulled out my phone and called someone who was never short on ideas. When it started ringing I put it on speaker.

"Tyler," Came the voice on the other end.

"Hey, its Drew."

"Drew, how ya been? Still with Becky?"

"Yes he is!" She yelled so he could hear her.

"Hi Becky, miss ya darlin!" He said. Always a sly one he was.

"Hey, hands off the girl, she's mine. Find your own." I heard him laughing on the other end.

"So what's up?" 

"We need ideas for something to do. We are all off work and are bored."

"Go shooting."

Damn him. That's not what I was expecting at all, though it did sound fun. I looked at the others and was met with nods of approval.

"Shooting it is, thanks T."

"Don't mention it. When are you gonna invite me out there to tear the town apart?"

"Whenever you want. There is always space here."

"OK, I'll be in touch. Talk at ya later."

"Bye Tyler." I hung up and we began gathering up the equipment for our day. I brought some old rifles my dad had passed down to me, as well as an AR-15 I had purchased a while back. It was the civilian model of the M-16 and by far my favorite, biased opinion not withstanding.

In an hour we had gathered weapons and ammo, made lunch and hit the road. We went to the bonfire pit due to its distance from residential housing and set targets on several trees and wooden posts. We took turns firing each weapon but I saved my favorite for last. 

We took a break to eat and replace targets. I set a new target on a tree and loaded 3 full mags of 30 rounds each. The magazines were technically illegal, but because the armorer was on leave when I was getting out, I kept them and signed the papers as if he had accepted my gear. 

I stood back about 50 yards and recalled my memory to the hundreds of drills we did to keep us sharp in the Corps. Short, controlled three round groups of two to the chest and one to the head. After maybe a half hour and 2 mags of ammo, I was the only one still shooting. Carl and Becky had come over to watch me.

"Damn, remind me to keep you on my team if we ever go paintballing." Carl said as he watched me work. I hadn't noticed them earlier and his voice startled me a bit.

"Now there is an idea! We should do that some time," I said as a shot another three rounds, finishing off the ammo.

We cleaned up the area and went back to the house to clean weapons. This meant I would clean the weapons while they kept me company. Not that they wouldn't volunteer to help, but I like them cleaned a particular way, so I would do it and save myself from having to go behind them later.

I cleaned everything but the AR-15 when Carl came in to the living room from the kitchen. "How fast can you disassemble that thing?"

"It's been a long time, but pretty fast." I said. "Wanna time me?"

"Sure, disassemble everything you can. Ready, go!" He started the stopwatch on his phone.

I worked at a measured pace, remembering my training and all the years I had torn this rifle down to its base components. When I was finished I held my hands up.

"Damn, two minutes flat. Not bad for being out of practice."

I scowled at him. Out of practice, it's almost insulting. Oh well, I let it slide.

I cleaned all the parts and reassembled it before putting each weapon back in its place. Becky had dinner on shortly after I finished and we ate, discussing what our evening plans would be.

Each person had their own ideas, but we couldn't agree on anything. This was getting ridiculous so I offered up something I knew everyone would be fine doing.

"Smokey's?"

"I'm game, Carl you coming?" Becky asked, looking in his direction.

"Probably not. I think I'll just stay here and veg for a while," He said

"OK, I guess you don't want me to hook you up with any of my hot friends," Becky said with a grin.

Carl thought for a second. "Fuck it, I'm in."

We cleaned up dinner and went in my truck to Smokey's. We got there a bit before 8, still early on any night. We ordered drinks and played pool, bullshitting with regulars and hustling new guys for drinks until about 10:30. By then the bar was well attended and several of Becky's friends had shown up. Carl made the rounds, see who was responsive and who wasn't, sizing each one up as if searching for a particular girl.

"Look at him, he's looking for something but I can't figure out what," I said to Becky so nobody could hear our conversation.

"I know, its funny to see him like this," She said before she kissed me. Carl had wandered away from Becky's friends and was talking to every girl he could. This wasn't going to end well.

I've known Carl for most of my life, and when he gets drunk, he is a bit, well, forward. He will go for something until he gets it or gets his ass handed to him. I began watching the guys closely for signs that Carl was in immediate danger. Becky noticed this and sat in my lap, distracting me the best way she can.

"Don't worry, Carl is a big boy. He can handle himself," She said kissing me.

"Yea, but he has been drinking so he is either going to get whatever he is searching for or get a beating."

We kissed for a long while before Carl came back over with a girl. We exchanged pleasantries and bantered for a bit. I had learned long ago to disregard those Carl picked up in bars because they wouldn't make it past the next morning. Becky went to the bar and returned with drinks for everyone, and a bit of news for me.

"I talked to the bartender and he says they got a karaoke machine! Wanna sing with me?"

Damn my luck and curse the gods. Singing wasn't something I wanted to do tonight, especially with Carl here.

"Yeah, we can. But I pick the song this time."

She gave me a pouty lip but I didn't budge. She agreed and I went to pick a song. When I found the right one, I took her by the hand and led her to the floor.

The bar went quiet. Well, as quiet as a bar can really get. A eyes were on us as the music started.

We sang 'its your love' by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, finishing to a round of applause. We went back to where Carl was with tonight's girlfriend and finished our drinks.

"You should sing something by yourself," He said over someone else's song.

"No way, not here. If I embarrass myself here, how would I ever come back?"

"I'm sure Becky would want you to. Should we ask her?" He said turning towards her as she shot pool.

"No no, I'll do it. Asshole."

"OK, but I pick the song. Don't worry, I got your back man, trust me."

I did trust Carl, probably too much for my own good sometimes. He went to pick a song and was largely unnoticed by the girls. He came back and told me I was up next. Oh, what have I agreed to?

I walked over to the machine and the music started. I was happy to not only recognize the tune, but like the song. How on earth he knew about I'll never know.

Soon I was lost in the song.

"We're scattered out

On rural routes everywhere

From California to

The Carolines

Flag wavin', Jesus prayin'

Mama lovin', don't care

Redneck, white shirt

Blue jean kind"

The crowd must have recognized the song because they started getting into it, some sang along, others raised their glasses, some just yelled out.

"Folks like us

Like to live a little

Honest, simple

Outside, small town

America

Dream chasin', beer drinkin'

Raise 'em up, if you're thinkin'

This ole' world ain't got enough




Becky's Marine Ch. 05



Boot wearin', God fearin'

Folks like us"

I saw Becky blowing kisses at me and dancing with the pool stick. She was so damn beautiful I almost missed the next part of the song.

"With Folgers in a Thermos

At the door with a brown bag

Steel toes on the go

With the risin' sun

Even when the wind

Ain't at our backs

We don't quit, won't quit

'Till the job gets done"

By now the crowd was singing the chorus along with me. They would have drowned me out if it weren't for the mic.

"Folks like us

Like to live a little

Honest, simple

Outside, small town

America

Dream chasin', beer drinkin'

Raise 'em up, if you're thinkin'

This ole' world ain't got enough

Boot wearin', God fearin'

Folks like us

Come on, now"

I saw the owner standing by the bar watching the spectacle intently. What would become of Carl's actions I wondered.

"We hang out, just a little too much

Hey, the way it is now, ain't the way it was

A whole lot of real and a little less fake

Yeah, I guess that makes

Folks like us

Yeah, folks like us"

"Folks like us

Like to live a little

Honest, simple

Outside, small town

America

Dream chasin', beer drinkin'

Raise 'em up, if you're thinkin'

This ole' world ain't got enough

Boot wearin', God fearin'

Folks like us

No there just ain't enough

Folks like us"

When the song finished the crowd erupted with cheers. Becky ran over and jumped in my arms, kissing me with a fiery desire I had never seen before. I went back to our table, being congratulated on the way back.

The owner came up as the next person was going up to sing.

"Hey y'all, I'm Hank, owner of this here bar," He had a sort of southern charm about him with a harsh and raspy voice. Be was about 5'10 with a big pot belly and a shaved head. 

"Hi, I'm Andrew, this is Becky, and that's Carl. What can I help you with?"

"I just wanted to congratulate you on that performance and let you know that y'all are on the house the rest of the night."

"That's very kind of you. I wasn't all that good though." 

"Oh come now. Stop being modest. That was a good show you put on there. Live it up son, you've earned it." He walked off without another word and we enjoyed the rest of our night. At some point, Carl's girl left him while he was off getting drinks but he soon found another.

We ended the night out with the four of us going back home for some rest and relaxation. Judging by the look Becky was giving me, I wouldn't get any rest, at all, ever again.

We arrived back at the house around 2:30 AM, some more drunk than others. Carl was the first to get to the door, practically falling on it as he fumbled for his keys. We all laughed at the events unfolding before us and I couldn't help but shake my head. Having known Carl for so long meant that I had a good idea of what was to come, being as drunk as he seemed. If she took him straight to bed, he would pass out before anything could happen or he would get sick and then pass out before finishing anything.

I felt a bit bad for her, that is, until I caught Becky staring at her ass. I knew what was coming so I figured I'd try and help my friend out.

"Hold your horses there Carl. I need your help with something before you go running off," I said before he got to his door.

"Shit man, I'm kinda busy here," he slurred, his frustration obvious.

"This'll only take a minute. Becky, could you get her some sleepwear? She seems to be about your size." She had an idea of what I was up to and went along with it.

I took Carl to the garage and gave him some food and water to help counteract the alcohol.

"Here, drink this and eat this," I said handing him a water bottle and a granola bar.

"What's this for?" He slurred. 

"So you have a fun night that you probably won't remember anyway."

"And if I don't?" He gave me a hateful look, as if I told him I killed his dog.

"Then you'll probably pass out before you get any," I said slowly, making sure he understood. 

"OK, but I hate you right now," He said reluctantly taking the items I offered.

"That's fine. You might thank me later," I said. I thought I heard a noise coming from the house so I went and cracked the door. I could hear music coming from the house, and the fact that I can hear it means the girls where having fun. The garage was detached, so it had to be loud.

When Carl finished his water and food I grabbed him another bottle of water and we went back inside. The girls had moved the couch and were dancing around the living room. Carl went to sit on the couch and I went to the kitchen. 

"Anyone want anything?" I asked, barely heard over the music.

I saw the girls talking but I couldn't hear them over the music. Then Becky came over and put her arms around me.

"We want Jack and Cokes," she said. "Carl doesn't look too good does he?" She nodded towards Carl. He looked ready to pass out, half slumped over the arm of the chair.

"I don't think he'll make it back to his room without help, let alone give her anything worth writing home about," I said with a bit of disappointment in my voice. I tried to help, but I don't think it worked.

"Sucks for her. What do you wanna do about it?" It was a strange question. Usually when he was like this, I would let her help him to bed and check to see if she was still here a few hours later. 

"I hadn't planned on doing anything unless she took off before he got to bed. Then I'd put him in bed and check on him later. Did you have something devious planned?" I asked with a smirk.

"Maybe, but how did you know?"

"You're inability to hide staring at her ass was one clue."

She smiled that big, beautiful smile that I love. "Was it really that obvious?"

"Very much so," I said with a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled and slapped my arm. I made our drinks and we went back to the living room. Carl was just about passed out but she was all over him just the same. I handed her a glass and she sat next to him.

"We were never properly introduced, I'm Andrew," I said shaking her hand.

"I'm Jeanna. Thanks for letting me crash here tonight," She said as she sat next to Carl. If his chest weren't rising and falling, I'd suspect he was dead.

"It's not a problem, though I do apologize about Carl. He usually doesn't get this drunk." I had to do my best to make sure he got to see her again. She was a cutie. She was about 5'6 with shoulder length blonde hair and emerald green eyes. I would guess she was maybe a C cup with an ass to match. 

"It's OK. I figured this would happen when we met in the bar. He was pretty hammered then and was still drinking. Would you mind if I crashed on the couch?" I could see the disappointment in her eyes, but when I looked at Becky I saw she had a plan.

"You can crash here if you want. Make yourself at home, and don't worry about him," I said pointing to Carl, now totally passed out, "I'll get him to bed."

"Are you sure? I can give you a hand," She said starting to stand.

"No no, you girls stay here and have fun. I'll only be a minute," I said as she sat back down.

"Thank you."

I hauled Carl to his room, though it better resembled dragging than anything. I put him in bed on his side, put the trash can by his head and left the door cracked. When I got back to the living room, the girls were dancing on each other. I'm not gonna lie, it was hot.

My attempt to join in was met with a shove from Becky and a tongue stuck out in my general direction from Jeanna. I sat back on the couch and enjoyed the show, until Becky came over and sat down next to me with Jeanna right in her lap.

"Does she have to sleep on the couch?" Becky asked with a pouty face.

I looked into Becky's eyes for a moment, then to Jeanna and back to Becky, "You want her, don't you?"

They both smiled and nodded like a couple of schoolgirls. I knew she was up to something.

"I do baby, I want her bad!" Becky said fondling Jeanna's tits, who moaned her approval. Becky still had that pouty face and puppy dog eyes look, which I couldn't resist.

"Jeanna, any objections?" Stupid question of me, I know, call it a 'cover my ass' question. If looks could kill, Becky's would have, and I probably wouldn't be writing this.

"Yes, I object to any more stupid questions! Let's go to bed," She said standing and dragging Becky and I to our feet. As we headed down the hallway, I stopped to check on Carl. He was right where I left him, snoring hard. 

I got to my door after checking on Carl to find Jeanna working Becky out of her clothes at an almost frantic pace. I stood there, leaning on the door jam for a minute while Jeanna exposed Becky's perfect breasts. I watched as Jeanna began licking and sucking one Becky's tits, then moving to the other, teasing the nipple with her tongue and the other with her hand. 

Jeanna soon removed her own shirt and bra, revealing her own supple breasts. Hers were a bit more perky than Becky's, and just as nice. Jeanna pulled Becky into her breasts, taking in a sharp breath as Becky gave her nipples a nibble. 

Both women were lost in each others embrace and I had a strange feeling overcome me, like I was Scrooge from 'A Christmas Carol', able to see the world and yet unable to influence it in any way. Of course this was shattered when Jeanna pulled me into the room and closed the door.

"I know he's your man Becky, but can I have his cock in my mouth first?" She gave Becky a pleading look as she worked my belt off and pants open. "I promise I'll share."

Becky looked at me as if I could make the decision. By now Jeanna had my dick in her hand and was stroking it, keeping me rock hard and sending chills through my body every time she touched the head. I knew if I made the wrong choice I'd have Becky mad at me later, so I just shrugged my shoulders and looked back at her. 

"I guess, but if he is gonna cum, I get the first load!" Becky said, saving me from choosing poorly. I love Becky, but Jeanna's whole take charge/ hostile takeover bid was pretty hot. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want Becky to do this more in the future.

"Deal!" Jeanna latched her lips to my dick like she found a water bottle in the desert, it was almost too aggressive. While I found her lustful wanting outstandingly sexy, but she needed some control brought back to her. 

I wadded up her hair and pulled her mouth off my meat, forcing her to look at me. "Hey, be gentle. Take your time and enjoy it, its not a race," I said before turning her loose. My message must have gotten through because she was now treating my manhood with more care, earning her some moans and groans. 

Becky knelt down next to Jeanna and opened her mouth, hoping Jeanna would let her have some of me. Jeanna let my cock fall from her mouth and held it towards Becky, who promptly lowered her head, letting me fill her with my shaft.

Jeanna placed her hand on the back of Becky's head and made her gag several times on me before Becky gave my sloppy dick back to Jeanna.

"Two can play that game," she said as she pushed Jeanna's head down on me. She gagged several times before swapping back. The sharing part of this little adventure was going well but I could feel myself getting close. That sensation in my balls was building and my legs began to tremble.

"Oh fuck girls, I'm gonna cum! You ready baby?" I practically yelled, figuring Carl was so far passed out he wouldn't wake up if we were being bombed. Becky grabbed the base of my cock and gently put the head in her mouth. With a quick twirl of her tongue, I exploded my seed deep into her mouth. Becky moaned in ecstasy as I filled her mouth, causing Jeanna to get a bit upset. 

"Don't worry, she'll share," I said as Becky milked the last few drops from my dick. If it weren't for them being there, I would have collapsed. I had regained enough of my wit to see Becky push Jeanna on her back, pull her bottom jaw open and let my cum fall from Becky's mouth into Jeanna's. 

Blood began flooding my half limp member again, returning it to full hardness in quickly. I watched them swap my seed several times before each swallowed some they had kept from the other. Unbeknownst to me, I had unconsciously taken off the rest of my clothes, tripping over them slightly as I followed these two beautiful women to my bed. 

Becky pulled Jeanna in for a kiss, turning her so her back was to the bed. When she broke the kiss, she pushed Jeanna back on the bed and leaned down so that her face was between her thighs. I watched as Becky gently caressed Jeanna's inner thighs with her tongue. Jeanna began to moan as words slowly escaped her throat.

"Stop teasing me, please.. Lick me baby. Suck my pussy!" Jeanna begged as Becky soaked in the torture she wrought. Slowly, Becky began to lick the folds of Jeanna's pussy, bottom to top and side to side. I was so lost in their sensual performance that it was a minute or so before I saw Becky shaking her ass at me, as if asking me 'what are you waiting for?'

Giving my head a slight shake, I positioned myself just behind Becky and dropped to my knees. I knew she wanted my cum inside her before I'd get to fuck Jeanna, so I wanted to taste her before I filled her up. Over the years I had accidentally tasted myself once or twice and was never fond of it.

When my tongue touched Becky's slit, she groaned a little and pushed herself onto my face, quite a bit harder than I expected. I grabbed her ass cheeks and gave her a soft couple of licks before sticking my tongue in her as far as I could get it. 

"Oh fuck baby, keep going," She said between licks of Jeanna's snatch. I moved my tongue in and out several times before I stood back up and slid my throbbing cock deep in Becky, who responded by diving deeper into Jeanna, who in turn, screamed with lust. 

I slowly worked myself back and forth, controlling each thrust to deliver maximum pleasure. Within moments she was screaming into Jeanna. I picked up the pace a bit, noticing a change in how aggressive Becky was being to Jeanna. The faster and harder I went, the more she wanted Jeanna. 

"Fuck her Andrew, fuck her hard!" Jeanna said through ragged breaths, "Fill her up with your sweet cum!" She had to be close.

"You want it Becky? You want me to fill that tight hole?" I was beginning to feel the pressure building, all this dirty talk was only helping me along. 

"Fuck yes baby! Cum inside me! I want Jeanna to suck it out of me!" She cried. I felt her muscles begin to flutter and contract, helping to push my cum up my shaft. I wasn't going to make it much longer.

"I'm gonna cum for you baby!" I said as I pushed her head into Jeanna's pussy. Jeanna and I were lost in ecstatic joy, while Becky could only moan due to her face being attached to Jeanna. I erupted inside Becky like a volcano, shooting string after string deep inside her while her muscles stiffened and she began to leak from her own orgasm. 

Just when I thought Jeanna had been left out, her juices began to flow, covering Becky's face as her cum gushed out of her in what can only be described as a raging torrent. 

We were still for a moment as the wave of pleasure receded, then Jeanna got up to switch places with Becky. My heart was still racing from the whole experience, but seeing Jeanna on her hands and knees on the bed helped to bring the blood back to my dick. 

Jeanna had her head between Becky's legs, with one hand supporting her body and the other playing with her still literally dripping pussy. From the sounds coming from Becky, I knew that Jeanna was returning the torture Becky had given her earlier. I still there stroking myself, trying to return to my full hardness, when I heard slurping coming from the bed. 

"Jeanna, look at me," I said as smoothly as I could. She turned and I got what I had hoped for. The combined juices of me and Becky were not only leaking from Becky's pussy, but some also hung from Jeanna's chin. With my hardness returned, I dropped to my knees behind her.

"As you were," I said as I began to lick Jeanna's soft, shaved pussy. Her skin was just as soft as Becky's, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous that Becky got squirted on and I didn't. It became my new mission.

With my mind fixated on making Jeanna cum again, I buried my face in her slit, licking gently and slowly, paying extra attention to her clit. With every flick, kiss or suck I performed on it, her back arched and she groaned in lustful desire. 

"Oh fuck Andrew, keep that up and I'm gonna squirt again!" She said, coming up for air from Becky. 

I backed my face off just enough to be able to speak, "Good." I said as I latched onto her clit and started sucking.

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Yes yes yes yes!!" She screamed as her body trembled and her warm cum began flowing. Once it started, I stuck my tongue against her pussy, where it was met with a flood of Jeanna's essence. It rushed down my face and covered my chest. I was lost in the moment, but the girls were speaking words I couldn't comprehend.

When Jeanna's orgasm had passed, I stood up and rubbed my cock across her slit, getting several moans from her as a thank you. I slowly pushed myself in her soaking pussy until I was buried to the hilt. 

"Fuck her baby. Fuck her so hard she can't walk in the morning," Becky said as Jeanna worked her tongue over Becky. She had a slight reaction to Becky's last statement, something like concern. I had to roll with it.

"Challenge accepted baby," I started working myself out of Jeanna until only my head remained inside, then I picked up the pace. After cumming twice, I could probably go for hours if they would let me. 

I stated fucking her hard, harder than I had fucked Becky that night. Her screams of joy told me I was doing well, and that she could take more. I pushed a bit harder with each thrust, listening for any sounds of discomfort.

"Fuck that's good honey, lick that clit! Oh fuck! Keep it up and I'm gonna cum again!" Becky yelped loudly. I saw her breathing become fast and shallow, signaling she was getting close.

"Suck her clit and get some fingers in her, She loves that!" I said, earning me a dirty look from Becky. Jeanna did as instructed and Becky began to shake with the onset of another orgasm. 

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" She cried as she gripped the mattress. Jeanna lapped up all of her juices, then presented her wet fingers to Becky. Becky sucked them clean and then came around to watch me fuck Jeanna. 

I slowed down a bit as Becky's head came under our entangled bodies. I slowly pulled my cock out of Jeanna and gave it to Becky. She cleaned the juices from it, then guided it back into Jeanna. 

I was doing my best to fuck Jeanna into a coma, only held back by the punishment my balls could take against Jeanna's ass. She dropped to her elbows to look back at me and Becky, who was now standing behind me and kissing my neck. I was so turned on, I could feel another load beginning to build. Jeanna must have noticed it too.

"Don't cum inside me, I'm not on birth control." She said as I railed her backside.

"Then it goes in your mouth!" Becky said as she moved to the other side of my neck.

I placed one hand on Jeanna's hips and reached back with the other, trying to find Becky's pussy. What I found instead was that Becky had beaten me to it. Her hand was working her clit furiously, searching for one last orgasm.

"Fuck her baby, make her your slut. Make her our slut," Becky whispered in my ear seductively. Both hands were on Jeanna's hips and I was so close to cumming it hurt. Jeanna was even closer than I thought because suddenly her body contracted and she blasted my cock with an orgasm.

"Get over here Jeanna, I've got something for you," I said with a bit of authority. She obeyed and flipped onto her back, letting her head hang over the edge of the bed and opening her mouth.




Becky's Marine Ch. 05



"Fuck her mouth baby. Cum in her throat. Make her drink it all," Becky said as she stroked my throbbing cock. I slowly stuck my dick as far in her throat as it would go without her gagging, noting where I had to stop. I grabbed two handfuls of tit and started going to town on her mouth. 

Moans and cries filled the room as Becky reached her climax. That was it, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled my dick back to her lips and unloaded in her throat. Jeanna's mouth flooded with my cum and she sucked every last drop out of me. Becky got off the chair and went to inspect what I had given Jeanna.

Seeing the computer chair, I fell back into it and watched the girls.

"Open," Becky commanded to Jeanna, their faces mere inches from each other, "I wanna see it all."

Jeanna opened her mouth, revealing a pool of milky white cum she had on the roof of her mouth. Becky looked at it with a surprised smile on her face.

"Swallow. Drink it all in honey," Becky said kissing Jeanna's forehead. Jeanna swallowed every last drop, then rolled over and stared at us.

"That was incredible. I've never cum that hard before," Jeanna exclaimed.

"Pretty amazing huh? He sure is something else," Becky said sitting on my leg. I could still feel the moisture on her body.

"Well, I'm done for the night. I'm exhausted and my balls are a bit sore from Jeanna's ass," I said with a chuckle. We all crawled into bed, me in the middle with the girls on either side. Both girls put their heads on my arms, basking in the afterglow of the evening's events.

"What about Carl?" Jeanna asked. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was feeling bad about coming here with him and not fucking him.

"Good question, I should probably go check on him," I said, climbing over Becky and heading for the door.

"Umm, babe. You realize you're still naked, right?" Becky said as I turned the handle.

"It's not the first time he has seen me naked, and it won't be the last," I said as I headed to Carl's room.

The door was fully closed, which told me he had gotten up at least once. I went in slowly and quietly, checking to make sure he was OK. What I found made me laugh inside.

Sitting on a chair by the bed was our inspection camera we used when we worked on our cars. It was just a small hand grip with a screen and a fiber optic cable for seeing what the camera was pointed at. Next to it was a post it note that said:

'Well played sir, well played. I'm not even mad, that was amazing'

I took the note and hung it on the fridge before going back to bed, chuckling to myself the whole way back to the room.



Becky's Marine Ch. 06



Author's note:

The previous chapter seems to have ruffled some feathers, understandably so. It serves a purpose both here and later on down the road. To those of you I "lost", I hope you read this chapter and stick with me. 

 So much more is coming...



Chapter 6





I woke up early the next morning, sliding out of bed as gently as possible so I didn't wake the girls. I went to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee before going to the living room and sitting down to play some Assassin's Creed. 

 I turned the events of last night over in my mind. Carl's note said he wasn't mad, but who knows if he was just quoting Anchorman. I didn't expect him to be mad, but sometimes I wondered about him. He could keep things bottled up pretty well when he needed to.

 I heard Carl come out of his room and go to the bathroom. I got up and made me some coffee before grabbing a bottle of water for him. When he was done, he came and sat next to me, accepting the water graciously.

 "How ya holding up?" I asked, seeing his hangover plain as day.

 "Must you be so loud?" He asked. I got up and grabbed the aspirin bottle off the top of the fridge, tossing it to him. He took four before setting the bottle on the coffee table.

 "Sorry about Jeanna, Becky practically begged me to let her have Jeanna. Then one thing let to another and..." I said before he held up his hand, cutting me off.

 "Don't worry about it. If roles were reversed, I'd have taken Becky to bed in a heartbeat," he said reassuringly.

 "Thanks man. I found your note," I said, making him laugh.

 "I thought you would like that. Their screaming woke me up, so I had to see what you were doing to them. I wasn't disappointed," he said.

 Carl watched me play my game for a bit, assisting where he could by calling out enemies and items to grab. We were having a good time before Becky and Jeanna came out of the room.

 "You boys are up early," Becky said, wrapping her arms around me and kissing my neck. 

 "Yeah, I couldn't sleep so I came out here to play my game. Next thing I know, this guy stumbles out here and joins me," I said getting laughs from everyone.

 Jeanna went and sat next to Carl, giving him a hug. Carl returned it, not giving any hint he knew what happened last night.

 "Sorry I didn't come sleep with you last night, I didn't want to be a burden," Jeanna said, resting her head on Carl's shoulder.

 "It's OK. I heard you guys last night, did you have fun?" He asked, making Jeanna turn 36 shades of red.

 "I'm sorry. Becky and I got to talking, which led to kissing, which led further. Please forgive me," she explained.

 "Don't worry about it. I already told Andrew that if roles were reversed, I'd have taken Becky to bed without hesitation."

 "Ha, you wish!" Becky laughed.

 "Thanks Carl, you're sweet," she said, kissing his cheek.

 "So, what's for breakfast?" I asked, changing the subject.

 "What do you want?" Becky asked.

 "How about we go out, maybe IHOP or something?"

 "Sounds good to me," Jeanna said, mirroring everyone's thoughts as nods of agreement followed.

 We all showered and got dressed, going to IHOP for breakfast. Carl ate like he hadn't eaten in weeks, ordering steak and eggs with a side of pancakes. We laughed, joked and told stories, getting to know Jeanna and letting her get to know us. Something told me she would be around for a while.

 After breakfast, Jeanna went home to change while we figured out what to do for the day. We came up with a few ideas, but nothing sounded good to everyone. We sat down and turned on the TV, finding a movie to watch to kill some time.

 I decided to check the news, bringing it up on my phone. I scanned through the usual political articles and several odd stories of stupid people before I saw something that had me worried. The war in the middle east had taken a turn for the worse, with insurgency on the rise and coalition forces being pushed out of the northern part of Iraq.

 Technically, I can be called back. Normally I would be exempt, but my knowledge and abilities as a section chief - commander of a gun section - made me a valuable asset to the military. With a doctors clearance, I could be called back.

 "Things are heating up overseas again," I said solemnly.

 "Can they recall you?" Carl asked plainly.

 "For another six months, and after medical clearance. If they call me, they'll be desperate."

 "Don't worry, they won't call you back," Carl said. I wish I was as sure as him.

 "Speaking of medical clearance, have you given any thought to therapy?" Becky asked.

 I haven't thought about going to therapy in a long time. The few times I had gone, back in California, the therapist was just about as lost as I was. The medical plan I had only provided a psychiatric therapist, not one who specializes in PTSD.

 "Maybe if I can find a good therapist," I replied. 

 "OK, I'll find you one," she said.

 "Do I get a say in my therapist?"

 "Yes, I'm just going to narrow down your choices."

 "OK babe, if you say so. Is there anything we need to get done today?"

 "Just general house maintenance. Clean the kitchen, mow the yard, shit like that."

 "Alright, I'll get it done."

 A few hours in the hot sun later, the yard was mowed, the hedges in the back trimmed and the walkway edged. I dragged my tired, sweat-soaked ass inside for a shower when Becky stopped me.

 "Hey babe, got a minute?"

 "Can I shower first? I feel disgusting."

 "Sure," she said as she ogled my sweaty body. She must have been enjoying it, biting her bottom lip seductively as I headed to the bathroom. I felt her eyes on me the whole way there.

 After my shower I found her in the kitchen working on dinner. She looked so cute in her Daisy Duke's and tank top, the strings of her apron hugging the small of her back as she bent over the sink slightly, washing potatoes. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, letting my thoughts drift to dirty, dirty places. 

 "Take a picture, it'll last longer," she said as she worked. 

 "How did you know I was here?" I asked as I moved up behind her.

 "Female intuition," she said as we kissed. "Have a good shower?"

 "I feel so much better now. What did you want earlier beautiful?"

 "I've narrowed your search for a therapist down to three candidates. All of them served in the military, though some more than others. Their names and what background information I could get is on the coffee table."

 "You're the best," I said as I kissed her cheek.

 "I know."

 I grabbed the list and saw she got email addresses as well as phone numbers, so I sent each one an email asking what experience each had with treating PTSD. I didn't expect any replies tonight, so I put the list on the fridge where it wouldn't get lost.

 Carl and Jeanna came home shortly before dinner, telling us all about their day. They had made it a spontaneous date, going with the flow and letting the wind blow them where it desired. Dinner was ham and mashed potatoes with mixed veggies. Everyone had seconds, with Carl looking for thirds. 

 "How's looking for a therapist going?" Jeanna asked.

 "Becky got it down to three doctors. I emailed them with a few questions about their qualifications, so now its just a waiting game," I explained, trying not to show my discomfort.

 We decided to go to Smokey's for the evening. I was happy about it, needing to relieve some stress from thinking about therapy. My last experience hadn't been pleasant, due in part to the inability of the doctor to relate to the stress of combat. It's one thing to read about it, but the experience is something completely different. We went in and ordered drinks, grabbing a table by the dance floor. 

 Jeanna pulled Carl out for a dance as a slow song came on. Becky tried to pull me out, but I kept her at the table, pulling her into my lap. When she gave me a hurt look, I inclined my head towards Carl and Jeanna.

 "Observe," I whispered.

 We watched them slowly spin around, speaking words we couldn't hear. As she turned to us, her eyes were bright as a full moon on a summer night. Something was developing between them, and it was nice to see them this happy.

 When the song ended, she kissed Carl hard on the lips, getting cheers from us and others. Carl came and sat down while Jeanna went to get us refills.

 "I think I'm falling for her bro. Something about her feels right," he said. He had a huge smile on his face.

 "I'm glad. You gonna sing something for her?" I asked.

 "Maybe. Will you pick the song?"

 "If that's what you want. I got your back bro," I said, standing and heading to the DJ booth.

 I picked the song 'let me' by Jason Michael Carroll. I figured it would go over well and Carl has heard it many times from me. He says he doesn't care for country music much, yet I keep catching him singing along to songs. 

 I went back to the table and told Carl what I picked. He quickly scanned the lyrics on his phone, then told Jeanna he was going to sing something for her. Her eyes lit up, knowing Carl hates singing in front of crowds like I do. We do it for our women, not for us.

 The woman singing finished her song and Carl was called to the stage. He took Jeanna with him, kissing her on stage in front of everyone to cheers. He nodded to the DJ after they broke the kiss and the music began to play.

 "It's awful late to be calling you.

You know I hate to,

Wake you up in the middle of the night.

I know you said last time we talked,

You said you'd give us a little thought

So I'm wondering if you might, let me

 "Be your comfort, your shelter from the storm

Your open road, your way back home

The one that keeps you safe and holds you tight,

The one that keeps you up all night.

Let me be your laughter, a shoulder for your tears,

Let me be your faith in the face of your fears,

I can be, I can be everything that you need,

If you just let me...

 "I'll take it as a pretty good sign,

That you're still on the line,

Even though you ain't had much to say.

So I'll just keep this goin' on,

Cause it don't feel close to wrong,

So won't you tell me that it's okay,

Let me...

 "Be your comfort, your shelter from the storm

Your open road, your way back home

The one that keeps you safe and holds you tight,

The one that keeps you up all night.

Let me be your laughter, a shoulder for your tears,

Let me be your faith in the face of your fears,

I can be, I can be everything that you need,

If you just let me...

 "Let me take your mind off where you've been,

Give me the chance, girl let me in.

I can be, I can be everything that you need,

If you just let me...

 "Be your comfort, your shelter from the storm

Your open road, your way back home

The one that keeps you safe and holds you tight,

The one that keeps you up all night.

Let me be your laughter, a shoulder for your tears,

Let me be your faith in the face of your fears,

I can be, I can be everything that you need,

If you just let me...

If you just let me"

 Her eyes filled with tears as he sang, and though it wasn't a Grammy worthy performance, he did pretty damn good. The crowd applauded him as they came back to finish their drinks. 

 "Thanks Carl, that was sweet," Jeanna said, kissing him. 

 "You're welcome. It was all Andrew's idea, he picked the song and he practically forced me to sing," Carl said, taking a jab at me.

 "Wasn't too bad for a guy who doesn't care for country music," I said, giving him his ration of shit.

 "Yeah yeah, whatever," he laughed.

 We drank til well into the night, heading out after last call. We went home and went to bed, Carl passing out quickly as usual. Jeanna kissed Becky goodnight, which got me a bit hot and bothered.

 "I'm taking that out on you later," I told Becky, referring to the kiss with Jeanna.

 "Someone sounds jealous," she chided.

 "Not at all, it's just hot seeing you two kiss. I'd like to see more of it, and on different parts of the body."

 "Good luck with that. I don't think she will be willing to sleep with us again, being that she has Carl and all."

 Damn her and her being right. Oh well, maybe some other time, with someone else.

 "I love you Becky."

 "I love you too Andrew."

 We headed for bed after I secured the house. Our nearest neighbor is about a quarter mile away but old habits die hard. Back in California, not locking your doors is asking for trouble.

 She had gotten to the room a few minutes before me, giving her time to get ready for bed. I opened the door and my jaw hit the floor.

 Standing before me was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, wearing nothing but a smile. I could feel the desire like a weight in the air. My eyes roamed her figure, from her beautiful legs up to her mound, then across her toned stomach to her firm and perky breasts. They drew me into a trance, holding me there for a minute before I could break away and move to her neck and face, her hair framing her features perfectly.

 "How did I get so lucky?" I asked.

 "Do you like what you see?" She asked in a lustful voice.

 "Yes ma'am. A more perfect view could not be asked for."

 Watching you work outside, seeing you all sweaty turned me on so much. I've wanted you all day."

 "I've wanted you too. You turn me on so much baby."

 "I can see that, though I didn't hear you call him to attention," she said pointing at my erection.

 "You called him to attention with your very existence."

 "Is that a fact?"

 I let out a low growl, "that's a fact."

 She smiled and walked over to me, her body slowly and sensually swaying as she moved. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss, lingering for a moment before our tongues danced in each others mouths. 

 She broke the kiss and smiled, "who's on first?" She asked, meaning who's servicing who first. Unfortunately for her, she left the door wide open and I ran with it in my typical fashion.

 "What's on second, I don't know is on third," I said as she swatted my arm playfully.

 "Very funny. You know what I meant," she said giggling.

 "Hey, you left the door open, I couldn't help it."

 She kissed me again, full of want and love. She we broke away from each other, I looked in her eyes, seeing a fire burning deep within her soul. I couldn't deny her if I tried.

 "Lay down baby, let me take it from here," I whispered, guiding her to the bed. 

 She laid down, bringing her legs vertical before spreading them. Her hands moved to her breasts, playing with them as her eyes begged me to take her. I kissed her thighs, slowly working my way between them and pausing after each soft kiss to look at her. 

 Throwing her head back, she softly groaned with anticipation, her arms reaching out to pull me into her moist folds. I kept my distance, not wanting to jump right into it. This was payback for kissing Jeanna and making me want her so bad.

 Finally, I gave her what she wanted, licking from her ass to her clit. She was so wet, it felt like someone had turned on a faucet. I lapped up all she had, then slowly stuck my tongue inside her lips, searching for more of her sweet nectar. I wasn't disappointed with the flow that came across my mouth.

 "God baby, you know just how to get me going. Eat me until I cum baby, please," she begged. Her soft voice was like music to my ears.

 No words were needed. I went back to licking the length of her slit, paying particular attention to her clit. I sucked it into my mouth, softly biting it and swirling it on my tongue before releasing it. Her moans of pleasure growing louder with each pass of my tongue.

 "Oh fuck baby, keep going!" She moaned. I worked harder, needing her essence to flow over my mouth.

 "Oh god, oh shit! I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum for you!" She cried, her hips bucking against my face.

 I flicked her clit faster with my tongue as she screamed with satisfaction as her orgasm raced through her. Her eyes rolled back slightly and her breathing became quick and haggard. I smiled as she gave me a constant flow of her warm fluids, lapping up every drop I could. 

 When her orgasm had receded, she sat up on her elbows and smiled at me. I climbed up off my knees and kisses her, allowing our tongues to dance and her to taste herself on me. 

 "I love tasting my pussy on your lips. It's so naughty," she said when she broke the kiss.

 "I love tasting you," I said. She smiled and gave me a quick kiss before getting up and switching spots with me.

 "My turn to satisfy you," she said, removing my clothes and kneeling down.

 My dick stood rigid, staring her down as she leaned in to kiss the tip. Her lips parted slightly and she took the tip in her warm, wet mouth. I could feel her tongue circling me and feel the growls of lust coming from her throat.

 "I love when you do that," I said, getting a quizzical look from her. "Growling with my cock in your mouth. It's so sexy."

 Her eyes smiled as she kept to her ministration. Slowly she worked more of my length into her mouth, her tongue now wrapping around my shaft. That lovely blonde hair fell lightly across her face and into my lap, requiring me to bunch it up in my hand and hold it out of the way.

 She rose up slowly off my manhood, letting it come out with a popping sound. "Take me, make me gag on this monster," she said, asking me to take control. She really enjoyed it, so I would do it for her.

 I gathered more of her hair, holding most of it in my hand before pushing her face down onto my flesh again. She moaned as I made her take me deep into her throat, feeling resistance as I hit the back. I held her there for a moment, letting her know I heard what she wanted. Her throat spasmed and she coughed a bit, making me quickly pull her back off of me.

 "You OK?" I asked, a bit concerned.

 "More," was her response.

 I pushed her down on me again, her hunger almost palpable. She took me deep in her mouth again, gagging a bit before coming up just a bit and diving back down for more. I wasn't going to last long like this, so I did what I had to. I pulled her off of me, kissing her hard before I turned her around and bent her over the edge of the bed.

 "But baby, I want you to cum in my mouth," she said in a sad voice.

 "And I will, but first I want to pound you," I said, slapping her ass.

 She wiggled it at me, inviting me to penetrate her like I was drilling for oil. I lined myself up, slowly pushing the tip in to tease her. When she turned around to chastise me for it, I thrust deep into her wet hole, hearing her squeal in delight.

 "Yes baby, pound me!" She cried as I worked in and out rapidly. Her breathing came faster, in short, rapid bursts. The moans coming from her throat became more high pitched, becoming slight squeals as I pistoned her.

 "I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum all over that beautiful cock!" As the words escaped her mouth, her muscles clenched down on me, her warmth flowing over us and onto the bed. 

 I felt myself getting close and slowed my pace a bit. As I felt the wave receding, I resumed a faster pace. Without a word, another orgasm took hold of her. Arms buckling, she collapsed to the bed, panting hard as I kept up my furious pace. 

 "Want my cum baby?" I asked, hoping she would guide me to where she wanted it.

 "God yes baby, I wanna taste you so bad!" 

 I pulled myself out of her with a wet, sucking sound. Spinning quickly, she was on her knees with her mouth open, waiting for me to give my dick to her and blast her throat. I set the tip of my cock on her lips, letting her tongue explore a bit and to push me off the cliff.

 "Here it comes baby!" I announced as I erupted. Her eyes opened wide as she felt my hot seed paint the inside of her mouth. She had to swallow a bit to make room for more. When I had finished, she showed me the fruits of our labor before swallowing it down and sucking my cock clean.




Becky's Marine Ch. 06



"I love the way you taste baby," she said, watching me begin to go flaccid.

 "I love giving you what you want baby," I said, stroking her hair.

 She got up and laid in bed, patting my spot. I laid down next to her, pulling the blanket over us as she cuddled up to me.

 "Goodnight my love," she said in her sleepy voice.

 "Goodnight my dear," I said as I felt myself drifting.

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 Jeanna spent more time at our house over the next few weeks. Carl was happy as a clam, talking about her constantly when she wasn't here. Jeanna seemed a bit nervous, my guess was that she felt she was overstaying her welcome. I couldn't take it anymore and had to find out what was up.

 "Jeanna?" I called when I got home from work. Her car was the only one outside.

 "Yeah?"

 I found her in Carl's room playing video games. She was lost in "Fallout: New Vegas", almost to the point of forgetting I was there.

 "Is everything OK? You seem kinda, I don't know, distant."

 She paused her game and looked at me quizzically. "I'm fine, just have a lot on my mind."

 "Anything you wanna talk about?"

 "You're sure its OK if I stay here? I mean, hanging out and staying over once in a while is cool, but I've practically been living here," she said, laying it all out.

 "I'm fine with it. You make Carl so happy, its good for him."

 "I know, I just feel like I should be paying rent or something," she explained.

 "Why? Between me and Carl, we make enough to pay the bills with plenty left over. Neither of us are the type to try and line our pockets with money y'all may need someday."

 "I know. It still feels weird though."

 "Look, if you wanna pay rent, I won't stop you, but its completely unnecessary. Save that money for something you want, or for a gift or something."

 "You're sure?" Her eyes said she didn't believe me.

 "Listen, you just do what you do and leave the hard shit to me, OK?"

 "OK, thanks."

 "No, thank you. This is the happiest I've seen Carl in years. Just keep doing what you're doing and everything will be fine."

 She smiled and went back to her game. I remembered playing it a few years back and smiled to myself as I left, thinking of all the hours I had spent on that game.

 "Oh by the way, be careful on this quest, those feral ghouls become a real problem once you get in the building," I advised as I left.

 -------

 Tuesday morning Carl left for work, followed by Becky a few hours later. I got up to go for my morning run after Becky kissed me goodbye, getting home an hour later to the smell of coffee and bacon.

 "Something smells delicious," I called as I headed to my room

 Jeanna popped her head around the kitchen wall, "want some?"

 "Is a frogs ass watertight?" I asked, getting her to giggle. "Let me go shower real quick, then I'll join you."

 I quickly went and showered, going to my dresser to get some clothes. I caught Jeanna sneaking a peek as I got dressed, seeing my door was cracked when I knew I had closed it when I came in.

 "You can open the door," I said, knowing she was there. The door swung open and she leaned against the jam, staring at me red faced with embarrassment.

 "You don't mind?" She asked.

 "As long as you don't touch, I don't mind. It's like window shopping."

 She laughed at my comparison, "I guess so. I can't stop thinking about that night. Carl is great and all, but that threesome was the hottest thing I have ever experienced."

 "I've thought about it a lot too. It was so random, so spontaneous."

 The thoughts brought me back to that night, and it also brought out my erection. Jeanna's eyes went wide and she licked her lips seeing my cock growing.

 "No touchy," I said, reading her mind.

 "Then who will take care of that?"

 "I will, later."

 "Where will you cum?" The concern in her voice sounded legit.

 "Not sure, somewhere disposable," I told her, leaving it open for her interpretation.

 "You could cum in my mouth, or on my tits," she said in a soft voice.

 "Is that what you're after? First breakfast?" I asked with a laugh.

 "Mmm, yeah."

 "Tell you what, since I don't wanna hurt Becky or Carl, I'll make you a deal. I ask Becky, you ask Carl."

 "OK, I'll call him right..."

 I cut her off, "I want to hear the call, or see the text. None of this, step out and fake a call bullshit," I said, obviously putting a damper on her plans.

 "OK, I'll text him."

 I grabbed my phone and sent Becky a text.

 To Becky:

Question: I'm hard, need to cum. Jeanna wants my cum in her mouth or on her chest, any objections to me shooting on her? No physical contact.

 From Becky:

Carl has to know. No physical contact unless I'm there!!!

 To Becky:

She is texting him right now. I told her I need to see the texts. Love you

 From Becky:

OK, love you too

 Jeanna's expression changed from one of hope and desire to one of confusion and sadness. I wondered what they were talking about.

 "Expect a not-so-nice text from carl," she said plainly.

 "What happened?"

 "He's mad. He thinks I'm trying to get with you again."

 My phone buzzed and I had a bad feeling deep in my gut.

 From Carl:

Dude, WTF!? r u seriously trying to get with her again?!?

 To Carl:

Really, you honestly think I would try and hurt you like that?

 From Carl:

No, that's y I'm so confused. What the hell is going on?!

 I sighed and explained it to him. Jeanna looked almost in tears, shaken from whatever exchange they had before he talked to me. Carl has been my best friend for over 20 years, he knows I wouldn't hurt him like that.. right?

 "It's OK, he'll call me in a minute and want me to explain it again. Everything will work out," I told her.

 "I hope so, I don't wanna lose him," she said as tears began to roll down her face.

 My phone rang a few minutes later, the caller ID telling me it was Carl. I answered it and explained it to him again. He didn't seem all that convinced.

 "OK, I know it seems harmless, but look at it from my perspective. The first night I met her, you whisk her off for a wild threesome with Becky, and now this. I hope it really is as innocent as you say, because that's pain like no other," he said. He was obviously very upset.

 "Carl, come on. We have been through hell and back, best friends for two decades. Do you honestly believe for one second I would try to steal your romantic interest? Do you really believe I would jeopardize what I have with Becky?"

 He sighed, knowing I was right on both counts. "No, you couldn't do that to me if you wanted to, and I know how much you love Becky," he sighed again. "I'm sorry. I let it get to me."

 "It's not me you need to apologize to. I know this won't destroy our bromance, but Jeanna is crying pretty hard."

 "Damnit," he said defeatedly. "How am I going to fix this?"

 "Apologize and show her what she means to you. Don't just tell her, show her. Isn't that the advice you gave me all those years ago?"

 He laughed, remembering that day many years ago when my girlfriend at the time had broken up with me for another guy, saying he had college prospects, a career and a future. I had taken his advice and, though she didn't come back to me, it stuck with me ever since.

 "You're right. I sure fucked this up didn't I?" He asked.

 "It's nothing that can't be fixed. Did you wanna talk to her?"

 "No, I'll call her in a bit. I gotta run, this oil ain't gonna become gasoline by itself."

 "Alright man, be safe."

 I hung up and gave Jeanna the run down of what happened. I told her Carl would call her later when he wasn't busy.

 "Thanks, I don't know what I would have done if I lost him," she said as she wiped the fresh tears from her eyes.

 "You're welcome, but remember, its up to him to fix it. Let him do the legwork."

 She smiled and walked back to the kitchen, leaving me to finish getting dressed. We had a pleasant breakfast before she went to work. After she left, I did some house work and put on some music. After about an hour, Jeanna sent me a text saying she got a call from Carl.

 Jeanna came back from work much happier than she left. She went to shower before starting dinner. Becky got home as Jeanna put the lasagna in the oven.

 "Hey y'all," she called from the front door.

 "Hey babe," I said, popping my head out of the kitchen.

 She came to join us, pouring herself a glass of orange juice and sitting at the table. "How was everyone's day?"

 "Stressful. Carl flipped shit at us earlier over Jeanna's request," I said. Becky's expression changed very quickly to one of curiosity.

 "What happened?" She asked, looking at Jeanna.

 "He thought I wanted to hook up with Andrew again. He blew it way out of proportion," Jeanna explained.

 "Did you guys set him straight?"

 "Yeah," I said. "I explained everything to him and he calmed down. He is in big trouble with her though." I pointed at Jeanna.

 "I'll bet. Need any help with dinner?"

 "Nope, I think we got it covered," Jeanna said.

 Becky kissed me then went to shower, leaving Jeanna and I to watch TV. She rejoined us after her shower. Carl came home just after 5:30, smelling the lasagna and greeting us before going to shower.

 When he came back out, he sat next to Jeanna. "I'm so sorry for today. I made a mountain out of a mole hill. I hope you can forgive me."

 Jeanna looked at him with judging eyes, sizing up his soul as if it were something she could consume. After a long minute, she smiled.

 "Forgiveness is earned. You can start by getting me a glass of wine," she said.

 Carl got her what she asked for and received a kiss for his efforts. His smile returned and he knew he was on the path of redemption in her eyes.

 We had a nice quiet dinner, bullshitting about this and that, enjoying each other's company. When we finished eating and dishes were done, we went to the living room to watch more mindless TV.

 As the night progressed, Carl stood and asked, "anyone want something to drink?"

 "I'll take a Jack on the rocks," I called as he went to the kitchen.

 "Same!" Called the girls together. We laughed at how similar they were.

 "Coming right up," Carl said.

 Becky flipped through the channels, pausing every once in a while to see if a show was worth watching. She paused when she got to the news.

 "Wait wait, go back," I said as Becky changed the channel.

 She flipped back, not quite understanding my worried expression. The news panel was discussing the president's request for additional troops to the Middle East. My heart sank a bit. I knew how life was overseas, I knew what to expect from war, but I was supposed to be done with it. 

 The president was asking for an additional 150,000 troops, quite a hefty amount. As we listened, the situation became a bit more clear. 50,000 of those troops were requested in Iraq, while the rest were destined for the Syrian border in an attempt to stem the tide of insurgency.

 "You OK?" Carl asked as he sat down.

 "Yeah, first rate," I replied unenthusiastically.

 "Try not to think about it. Not much you can do to change fate, ya know?"

 "Yeah, fate.." My mind was fading, consciousness battled with the memories for control. A million thoughts raced through my head at once, but one though kept grabbing my attention, what about Becky? Would she wait for me to return? Would I return?

 I forced the thoughts from my mind, no use dwelling on that which may not come to pass. I leaned over and kissed Becky, trying to show I wasn't worried. 

 "No matter what happens, I love you," she said as she held my hand.

 "I know, I love you too baby," I said.

 I decided to check my email, hoping for a reply from the doctors. All three had replied, each with brief descriptions of cases that had worked with PTSD patients. None of it went too in-depth, due to doctor/patient confidentiality laws, but they were enough. 

 One doctor stood out, having treated a patient who had severe mood swings and flashbacks that would often turn violent. I sent him an email requesting an appointment, then I sent the other two doctors thank you notes.

 "Well, I made my selection," I told Becky.

 "What selection?" She asked.

 "On therapists. I've emailed Doctor Klein to set up an appointment."

 "That's great babe. I'm proud of you," she said, kissing me.

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 Becky and Jeanna had become best friends, though we never had another threesome. She had begun to gravitate to Carl, almost like a clingy virgin clings to her first guy. He didn't seem to mind, so I left it alone.

 It was a hot July evening as I drove home from a long day shift. I was dog tired from being on my feet all day as we brought the newly repaired plant online. As I pulled into the driveway my phone rang.

 "Hello," I said hoping that whatever it was wouldn't take long.

 "Drew! It's Tyler, how ya been?"

 "OK I guess, working my ass off these last few months. What's going on?"

 "Does that invite to your place still stand? Ryan and I wanna come out soon."

 "Sure, when were you thinking of coming?"

 "In about two weeks. We are getting a month of leave and Ryan wants to see his family so we will be in Washington for a week then out to you guys for three weeks. That is, if you don't mind hosting for that long."

 "Shouldn't be a problem, but let me check with Carl though, just to be sure."

 "OK, let me know what's up. I'll talk at ya later Devil." He hung up the phone before I could say anything. Flustered, yet chuckling, I went inside and set my lunchbox by the door. As I went to the kitchen, I saw Carl and Jeanna making out on the couch.

 "Get a room you two," I said playfully. I made a drink and went and sat in the recliner we had recently bought, staring at them as they made out. It took a few minutes but eventually, Carl swung a pillow at me, breaking the kiss after he missed me by a mile. 

 "Don't you have something better to do than stare at us?" He sounded annoyed, but I didn't care.

 "Yes, but I need your attention to do it," I said before be could reattach to Jeanna's face.

 "What's up?"

 "Do you have any issue with two of my Marines coming out and staying with us for three weeks?"

 "Not really, now if you don't mind," He went back to Jeanna's face. I made a mental note to ask him again later when his blood supply was flowing to his brain properly. I finished my drink and went to take a shower.

 As I got out of the shower I saw I had a missed call from Becky. I dried off and dialed her number.

 "Hey you," Came the voice on the other end. It always made me feel good to hear her voice.

 "Hey girl, what's up?"

 "Do you work tomorrow?"

 "Yeah, overtime while we start up the unit. After that I'm free though. What did you have in mind?"

 "I want you." Her voice was soft and lustful. 

 "I want you too baby, but I'm beat. I haven't been this tired in a long time. If you wanna come by I'll leave my door unlocked." I felt bad denying her that which she wanted, especially because it was my dick, but I was just too damn tired.

 "Hmm. Maybe I'll bring some handcuffs and take advantage of you while you sleep."

 "Be my guest. I'll leave the door unlocked." 

 "See you later baby," She said in the sexiest way she could. I hung up the phone, laid down and turned on the TV. Within an hour I was out cold.

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 My alarm clock went off the next morning at 4 AM, but when I went to reach for it, I found my hands tied to the headboard. I slept naked anyway so having no clothes on was not surprising, yet I was a bit shocked that she had actually done it. Looking next to me I saw the sleeping form of Becky, so peaceful and serene. After a minute of hearing my alarm going off she rolled over and looked at me with the most evil look I've ever seen.

 "Shut that off," She said in a very angry tone.

 "Untie me then. I can't turn it off if my hands are tied," I said mildly annoyed. Usually we wouldn't be so grouchy, but it was 4 in the morning. 

 "Fine." She untied one of my hands, then rolled over and went back to sleep. I turned off the alarm and untied my other hand. By 4:30 I was out the door to another long day at work. After today I had 6 days of being off work before going back on nights. 

 Halfway through the day, Carl sent me a text.

 From Carl:

What were you asking yesterday about Marines coming here?

 To Carl:

Do you have a problem with two coming out for three weeks?

 From Carl:

Do they have PTSD like you?

 To Carl:

Not to my knowledge

 From Carl:

I'm fine with it. Might be fun

 To Carl:

Thanks, I'll let them know and keep you posted

 The day went smoothly and the new plant was up and running by the time I got relieved. I went home and showered before calling Becky.

 "Hey," she said when she answered.

 "Hey, guess what!"

 "What?"

 "Tyler and Ryan are coming out for three weeks."

 "Sweet, when?"

 "In two weeks. They are going to Washington to see Ryan's family, then coming here."

 "Nice. What are you doing tonight?"

 "Whatever you want. Should we see if Carl and Jeanna want to join us?"

 "Sure. Smokey's at 8?"

 "Sounds good, see you there."

 We hung up and I went next door to Carl's room, walking in without even knocking. He does it to me, why not return the love right?

 I walked in and saw a sight that made me giggle a bit. Carl was sitting in a chair with Jeanna riding him. She was grunting a bit and he had his head towards the ceiling with his eyes closed. Jeanna saw me, but didn't say anything, just smiling at me. I crept up behind Carl as quietly as I could.

 "Ride that dick, girl!" I yelled as loud as I could. Carl jumped so high his dick could have came through her mouth. Jeanna and I laughed as Carl turned red.

 "Bro, really... Privacy!" He was a bit annoyed.

 "Whatever, its not the first time I've seen you two naked, just the first time I've seen you naked together." 

 Jeanna chuckled as she bounced on Carl, who was still a bit embarrassed.

 "What do you want?"

 "Pound that ass, cum on her tits, clean up and get ready. Smokey's in an hour," I said not giving them much choice in the matter.

 "OK, but you gotta go. I can't concentrate with you here." He was motioning towards the door.

 "Fine, be ready to go or you get left behind," I said as I walked to the door, stopping at the threshold. "If you rub her clit between your fingers she will cum faster," I said, being a smart ass. Kinda mean, I know, however, you can take the Marine out of the Corps, but you can't take the Corps out of the Marine.

 I left before I became the target of flying objects and made some quick food. I ate and listened to some music for a bit until Carl and Jeanna came out of the room, dressed up and ready to go.

 "So what's the plan you perv?" Carl asked as he made them a snack.

 "Not sure, wing it I guess," I said. Carl must have had performance issues around other guys because he was a bit more agitated than usual. Maybe he was just playing it up, who knows.

 We headed out and met Becky in the parking lot, she had another female with her. We got out and Becky ran over to me, jumping into a hug as we spun around. I set her down to readjust my grip on her and lifted her up for a kiss.

 When I put her down her friend had walked over and was standing there awkwardly. Becky went over and pulled her over by the arm.

 "Andrew, this is my sister Lauren. Lauren, this is my boyfriend Andrew." She went to shake my hand, but I gave her a hug and picked her up. She seemed a bit shocked and I realized how shy she was. Carl and Jeanna had walked over and were standing behind me.

 "Lauren, this is Carl and Jeanna. Guys, this is Becky's sister Lauren." They shook hands and we went inside. Carl and Jeanna were first through the doors, with Lauren following them and Becky and I bringing up the rear. Becky looked at me with a big smile and I couldn't help but return one of my own.




Becky's Marine Ch. 06



"What do you think of my sister?" She asked softly, making sure others couldn't hear.

 "She's shy, like unnecessarily shy. She sure is cute though." Becky slapped my arm and gave me a playful glare.

 "Don't even think about it you horn dog. If anyone is fucking my sister its gonna be me." We had a laugh at her comment and ordered our drinks. Carl and Jeanna went to dance and Becky went to shoot pool with several other regulars. I never worried about them, mostly because they knew how I felt about her and respected that enough to not try anything. Lauren was sitting next to me, nursing her wine.

 "So Lauren, tell me about yourself," I said, trying to break the ice.

 "Well, I go to school at the community college right now, but I hope to transfer to a proper university someday," She explained as she sipped her wine.

 "That's great. I wish I had gone to college. I never was the school type though." I finished my whiskey and ordered up another. She looked at me with pure curiosity.

 "What?" I asked as a smile crossed my face. She looked so much like her sister it was startling.

 "Oh, I'm just marveling," She said as she finished her wine.

 "At what?"

 "How someone like you winds up here, in this town, with my sister." She was prying for something, I just didn't know what. Let's roll with it. The bartender came over and before she could order, I ordered for her.

 "She wants either whiskey or vodka. Her choice." She gave me a threatening glare, but she wasn't very intimidating.

 "Whiskey, and get him another as well. On his tab." She never even broke the stare. So there was some fire in her after all. As with the wine, she nursed her drink, sipping on it once in a while as we talked. 

 "So, where should I be? And who should I be with, if not with Becky?" I asked as I finished my first drink.

 "I don't know, but I can tell you've had some rough experiences in life, and as you probably know, Becky has had her share of rough boys. I just don't want you to hurt her," She examined as she finished her drink and ordered another, on my tab again.

 "Well, its true that I've seen more than someone should ever have to, and it was pretty traumatic. However, I would never willingly harm Becky. Physically or emotionally. Your sister is very precious to me, and I want her to be happy, even if it isn't with me." This seemed to alleviate some of her concern. That or the whiskey was getting to her small frame. 

 She sat there, sizing me up for a minute, and I couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. She was small, like her sister. 5'5 on her best day and maybe 100 pounds. Her tits were smaller than Becky's, I'd have to guess either a large A or small B, but her body was proportional and her hair was short while Becky's was long. She shared many of the same facial features as Becky, like her jaw line and nose, but her lips were more full and a slightly darker shade of red.

 "Well, I guess she could have picked worse. You make her so happy and I guess that makes you OK in my book." She finished her second glass and ordered a water. She must have been feeling the alcohol because I could have sworn I saw a lustful desire in her eyes.

 Becky came over and leaned against the bar in between us, putting a hand on each of ours and looking at us as we looked at each other.

 "Well, you gonna kiss her?" Becky asked jokingly, yet I thought she might have been serious for a moment. We chuckled and talked for a bit before Carl and Jeanna came back over.

 "So, what's the plan?" Carl asked

 "Well, I'm gonna get another drink and then take Andrew to sing with me," Lauren said. Becky looked about as shocked as I did. We exchanged glances as the bartender came back by us. Lauren was about to order when I stopped her.

 "Kenny, can we get a mason jar? On my tab," I asked. I knew Kenny had several jars of shine he kept behind the bar, conveniently hidden inside vodka bottles, due to the legality of selling real shine. Only certain customers got to enjoy it, and since all drinks came in mason jars, it looked like vodka.

 "Sure kid, but this ones on me. Call it a token of my gratitude for spending so much money in here. Y'all keep this place going," He joked as he poured us a full jar. We passed it around a few times before Lauren stood up to pick a song. She wavered a bit on unsteady legs before Becky made her sit back down.

 "Y'all sing, I pick the song," She said, much to her sister's disappointment. Becky kissed me and went to pick a song for us to sing.

 "Don't worry, she knows what she's doing," I said placing a hand on Lauren's arm. Her smile returned instantly, and I suspected there would be trouble later, but for the moment I went with it.

 "No, she will pick something to embarrass me, like she always does." She looked so sad, I couldn't help but feel bad for her.

 "Then we will be embarrassed together won't we? I won't leave you high and dry up there, I promise." I moved my hand from her arm to her hand, bringing back that smile. Oh yeah, trouble was a-brewin.

 "OK, you two have a song, then him and I have one, then Carl and Jeanna have one," Becky said leaning on my back.

 "Wait, what! Who said we were singing?" Carl exclaimed. If Lauren thought Becky would embarrass her, she was wrong. Carl and Jeanna would be the target of anything embarrassing now.

 I grabbed Lauren and we went to the stage. Lauren was shaking with nervousness, but proceeded anyway. The DJ switched over to the machine and the music started playing. I recognized the song right away, and judging from the smile on Lauren's face, so did she.

 "On a 3 hour flight from Memphis to LA

I was silently celebrating my first class upgrade

Laughing at my jeans and my boots 

Beside those high dollar shoes and Armani suits

When the gentleman next to me said the drinks up here are free

So if you'd like the first one can be on me

He said I'm heading back from business, in New York and Rome

Tell me son where do you call home

 "I said I'm from the front pew of a wooden white church

A courthouse clock that still don't work

Where a mans word means everything

Where moms and dads were high school flames and

Gave their children Grandmothers maiden name

Yes, it may not sound like much

But its where I'm from

 "So we Drank that round and then another

There wasn't a topic in this world we did not cover

He said I headed out west when I was barely 19

Just a kid chasing my dreams

And I said I'm flying out here to pick up my big brother

He's been fighting the cancer they discovered

But he called last night and said I think this is the end

So come take me home to my family and my friends"

 By this time the crowd was singing along and almost drowned us out. Becky knew just what songs to pick to get the crowd going. I looked toward Lauren, she greeted my gaze with a smile as we continued the song.

 "Where the quarterback dates the homecoming queen

The truck's a ford and the tractor's green

And amazing grace is what we sing

Where theres a county fair every fall

And your friends are there no matter when you call

It may not sound like much but its where I'm from

 "And as we stood to claim the bags we checked

He said ill pray for your brother and did I mention that

Italian suits havent always been my style

See I was the quarter back of my high school team

We took state back in '63 and my wife well she's still my homecoming queen

 Cuz I'm from the front pew of a wooden white church

A courthouse clock that still don't work

Where a mans word means everything

Where moms and dads were high school flames

Gave their children Grandmothers maiden name

Yes, it may not sound like much

I said it may not sound like much

But its where I'm from"

 As the music faded we received a round of applause, then went back to hit the mason jar again before I had to go back up with Becky. We headed to the stage as the DJ selected the song. The music came on and I laughed hearing the tune. It was an old song, but one of my favorites.

 "There's an Elvis movie on the marquee sign

We've all seen at least three times

Everybody's broke, Bobby's got a buck

Put a dollar's worth of gas in his pickup truck

We're going ninety miles an hour down a dead end road

What's the hurry, son... where you gonna go?

We're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light

It's a small town Saturday night

It's a small town Saturday night"

 "Lucy's got her lipstick on a little too bright

Bobby's gettin' drunk and lookin' for a fight

Liquor on his breath and trouble on his mind

And Lucy's just a kid, along for the ride

Got a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine

Gotta be bad just to have a good time

They're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light

It's a small town Saturday night

It's a small town Saturday night"

 "Bobby told Lucy, 'The world ain't round...

Drops off sharp at the edge of town

Lucy, you know the world must be flat

'Cause when people leave town, they never come back'

They go ninety miles an hour to the city limits sign

Put the pedal to the metal 'fore they change their mind

They howl at the moon, shoot out the light

It's a small town Saturday night"

 "They howl at the moon, shoot out the light

Yeah, it's a small town Saturday night

It's a small town Saturday night

It's a small town Saturday night"

 Another round of applause followed us from the makeshift stage they had put in. Carl and Jeanna sipped some more shine before heading up to the stage. Carl stopped by the DJ booth, probably asking about the song. He got up on stage with a grin on his face, "This is for you, old buddy. Thank you for everything you've done!"

 When I heard the music my heart almost stopped, and I was thankful that I didn't have to sing this song. I ordered another whiskey, knowing I was gonna need it.

 "I was there in the winter of '64 

When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors 

Three hundred miles our trail had lead 

We barely had time to bury our dead 

When the Yankees charged and the colors fell 

Overton hill was a living hell 

When we called retreat it was almost dark 

I died with a grapeshot in my heart"

 I was starting to break. This song hits home pretty hard, though I don't expect Becky knew it would have this bad of an effect.

 "Say a prayer for peace 

For every fallen son 

Set my spirit free 

Let me lay down my gun 

Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired 

But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired"

 Becky was holding my hand, squeezing it for dear life as if letting go would let me fall into a bottomless pit.

 "In June of 1944 

I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores 

Twenty-one and scared to death 

My heart poundin' in my chest 

I almost made the first seawall 

When my friends turned and saw me fall 

I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud 

As I lay there dying from a loss of blood"

 Lauren took my other hand, probably at Becky's silent request. I was thankful, even though it was a bit awkward having both sisters, who I'm sure both wanted me, holding me like this.

 "Say a prayer for peace 

For every fallen son 

Set my spirit free 

Let me lay down my gun 

Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired 

But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired"

 "I'm in the fields of Vietnam, 

The mountains of Afghanistan 

And I'm still hopin', waitin' prayin' 

I did not die in vain"

 "Say a prayer for peace 

For every fallen son 

Set our spirits free 

Let us lay down our guns 

Sweet mother Mary we're so tired 

But we can't come home 'til the last shot's fired 

'Til the last shot's fired"

 The audience sang as the choir. It was all I could do to keep from crying, even though I had Becky and Lauren holding my hands.

 "Say a prayer for peace (for peace) 

For our daughters and our sons 

Set our spirits free (set us free) 

Let us lay down our guns"

 "Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired 

But we can't come home (No we can't come home)"

 Again, the audience sang the part of the choir.

 "'Til the last shot's fired"

 The room was booming with cheers and yells, calls for encores, all enjoying what we had done. When Carl came over, he hugged me as a brother hugs his brother and bought us all a round. Becky and her sister went outside for a brief moment as Jeanna put down fresh drinks in front of our seats.

 "That was great guys, really. I know I'm crying, but that song hits home hard for me," I said through whiskey soaked thoughts. Jeanna hugged me and kissed my forehead.

 "It could have been worse. It could have been 'Arlington'," She said as Becky and Lauren came up. We sat and had a few more rounds, talking and laughing, with Lauren still being a bit shy around Carl and Jeanna. 

 As the night wore on, the bar started to empty, leaving a few regulars and our group still there. We gathered our things and headed for the parking lot.

 "So, what are your plans tonight Lauren?" Becky asked as we got to our cars.

 "Not sure, probably go home and rest. What about you guys?"

 "We are going to bed," Carl said with a yawn. I looked to Becky, who had an ear to ear grin on her face.

 "Not sure, the night is still young. Any suggestions?" I asked Lauren with a smile.

 "You could come back to my place. My roommates shouldn't be home." She offered.

 "Roommates? Oh no, we can go to my place then," Becky said. Something told me she had plans that wouldn't work with roommates there.

 Lauren looked a bit downcast. Something said she had things there she wanted us to enjoy. Carl and Jeanna headed home, leaving the three of us together. I went and hugged Lauren, feeling her warmth return to her.

 "Go get whatever it is you wanna show us, and meet us at Becky's, it'll be worth it," I said with a wink. Sure, I could have gotten in big trouble for that, but I figured something was up, so I took a chance.

 Lauren agreed, so we went our separate ways, meeting back at Becky's that night. Becky and I went to my house to get some clothes and hygiene supplies before going to Becky's. We had been there nearly an hour before we saw Lauren's headlights pull into Becky's driveway. We went to help her unload anything she may have.

 "No, go away Andrew. For Becky's eyes only!" Lauren said stopping me only feet from the front door. I sighed a dramatic sigh and went back inside. I sat in front of her TV while they brought in clothes, shoes and bags full of God-knows-what. Becky and Lauren came out to sit with me, laughing as if they were in on some giant secret that I wasn't privy to. 

 "OK you two, what's so damn funny?" I ask sarcastically. Becky and Lauren exchanged glances as they sat on either side of me. They giggled a bit more and then both kissed me on the cheek.

 "That was nice, what was that for?" I asked.

 "I want to ask you something, but I'm not sure how you will take it, so I need you to do something for me first," Becky said, her voice soft and uneasy as if someone else was listening in.

 "What's up babe?"

 "I need you to tell Lauren why you cried when Carl and Jeanna sang that song. Tell her about the IED blast and the names on your ribs, then you will be rewarded." The words were hard for her to form. She didn't want to put me through that, but whatever she was worried about was obviously pretty big.

 "OK, but you owe me," I said with a bit more anger than was needed, and intended. Lauren looked at me a bit shocked.

 "It's hard for him to relive the memories," Becky told her, as if reading her mind. She went to the kitchen to get a bottle and some glasses.

 "OK," I said when she returned. "Before I begin.. Becky, I love you, and Lauren, you're Becky's sister, so I love you like a sister. Now, please keep your hands and arms inside the nightmare at all times." I told the story as I had told it to Becky and a dozen different doctors before her. 

 Lauren hung on every word, fixated on how much suffering and pain I had been through, both mentally and physically. She cried several times, hell, we all did. When I finished Becky moved to sit on the opposite side of Lauren, putting her in the middle of us.

 "Thanks baby, I know that wasn't easy. Now we have something to ask of you," Becky said as she gazed hard into my eyes, as if judging a reaction to something she had yet to say. The anticipation was killing me.

 "Go ahead, I won't judge you guys," I said, choosing my words carefully.

 "Well, you know about my previous choices regarding men. Lauren has worse luck. Once they find out about her, they just want a quick fuck and then to take off," Becky said.

 "See, Lauren is still a virgin. She is saving it for someone special and every guy that finds out just wants to claim her V card. So she wanted me to ask you to hook her up with one of your friends, since you keep good company. I was going to ask if you could hook her up with Ryan or Tyler."

 It didn't surprise me that she was still a virgin, to be honest. She seemed so reluctant and shy that most guys would be driven away. I was surprised to hear of her choices in friends. Sure Tyler and Ryan are good guys, but they are still Marines at heart. 

 Tyler has a laundry list of women who he has ruined, either by breaking their hearts or sexually corrupting them. I have no idea about Ryan, though I believe be has been more gentlemanly about his exploits. I don't know much about him, so its hard to make a judgement.

 "I don't know, Tyler might not be the best choice. He's left a pretty large debris field of broken hearts and ruined women. Ryan, on the other hand, is a complete mystery. I haven't known him long enough to know his previous exploits," I informed them.

 "I wouldn't be opposed to dropping hints at Ryan, but Tyler might hurt her. In his own, special way."

 "OK, its worth a try I guess," Becky agreed.

 "They will be out here in a few weeks, we can figure it out then," I added.

 Lauren was looking at us curiously. I'm sure she had all kinds of questions, but I wasn't in a position to answer most of them. I gave her a hug and a reassuring smile.

 "Don't worry, we'll make sure you're in good hands," I told her.

 We talked for a bit, mostly about my military service and about Tyler. Soon we were all getting tired and decided to call it a night. Lauren took the guest bed while Becky and I slept in her room. We kissed and snuggled for a while before Becky broke the silence.

 "Would you?"

 "Would I what?" I asked.

 "Fuck Lauren."

 "Yeah, she's really cute. Though in the current situation I wouldn't be able to."

 "Why's that?"

 "Because she's your sister. It would be too awkward having her clinging to me while I try and pursue our relationship."

 "Oh I don't know, it might be kinda cute."

 "But in the end, it would hurt her. I'd hope that one day we might get married, and that would mean I'd have to stop being with her. I may be a Marine, but I'm still a one woman man at heart."

 "Aww, you're sweet."

 "I try. Besides, one nagging woman in my life is enough."

 She hit me with the pillow, laughing while she did it. As she prepared for another swing, I grabbed it and used it to pull her in for a kiss. She got halfway to me before she gave a devious smile and let go of the pillow. It hit me square in the face, causing more laughter.

 We cuddled for a few more minutes before I heard her softly snoring.



Becky's Marine Ch. 07



This is it, the final chapter. Hope everyone enjoys.

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Chapter 7

I sat in the reception office of Dr. Klein, having checked in a few minutes earlier than the email suggested. The room was like many others I had been in, with joined chairs covered in floral designs, end tables with magazines that nobody ever really reads and landscape art screwed to the wall. The receptionist was an older lady, probably in her 60's. Her grey hair betraying the extensive makeup she wore to hide her age.

As I sat there, my mind began to wander, thinking of all the times I had spent in offices just like this, with doctors who would smile and nod, taking notes in thick books, looking at me over their stereotypical horn rim glasses. My hands became clammy, my forehead beading with sweat. I really hoped this time was different.

Dr. Klein opened the door to the back, smiling and laughing with the patient he had just finished with. To my surprise, he was nothing like what I had expected. He was tall and thin, wearing a striped polo shirt with khaki pants. From what I could tell he was young, no more than 30.

"Andrew?" He asked, as if there was anyone else in the room. His voice was higher pitched than I was expecting, but I guess my expectations had been wrong so far.

"That's me," I replied, standing. We shook hands before he led me back to his office. 

I was met with another surprise, no couch. In its place was a pair of large plush armchairs covered in dark cloth. Taking in the room, I saw several bookcases full of books, and not just of psychiatry. Interspersed were classics such as The Illiad, Moby Dick, and various works of Shakespeare. What really caught my eye was his large volume of the complete works of H.P. Lovecraft. 

His desk was cherry oak, with a small computer, several pictures and a phone. Artwork covered the walls, making the room feel homely and nice. On top of a low bookshelf was a shadow box, containing a folded American flag, various medals and a Hospital Corpsman patch.

"Well doc," I said with a laugh. "You've surprised me."

"How so?" He asked.

"I was expecting the usual stuffy office of most psychiatrists, not something more like a home office."

"Thank you. I try and keep things as normal as I can, it helps the patients to settle in and get more comfortable. Helps them to open up."

"I see you were a Corpsman."

"Yes, 8 years. Saw duty in Iraq three times."

We chatted about our experiences, mostly focused on mine, with him telling tales once in a while. I knew this session was mostly about building trust, something others hadn't tried to do. I really began to respect the man, his time overseas was much like mine, both of us serving in a shitty environment with borderline incompetent leadership.

"So, how do you feel?" Dr. Klein asked me.

"About what?"

"About this therapy?"

"You haven't scared me away yet," I joked. "Honestly though, I think this will help."

"Good. I don't follow a formal method with PTSD patients, as each case manifests itself differently. I do however, have some homework for you."

"OK, shoot."

"Anytime you have an episode, I want you to write down the trigger as best you can remember. From there, we can devise a plan for treatment."

"I don't know doc, that's an awful lot of work," I joked. 

"I'm sure even a Marine can do it," he shot back.

"Ouch, you cut me deep there doc."

We shared a laugh, heading for the door. He showed me out and called for the next person, who sat quietly in the waiting room. On my way home, I stopped and got a small notebook and a box of pens. 

As I pulled up to the house, I noticed a car parked on the street with Wyoming plates. We live quite a long way from Wyoming and really don't know anyone out there aside from some operators at the Sinclair refinery in Rawlins. I was nervous as I walked to the door, not knowing what to expect. I opened the door and heard a familiar voice as I entered.

"Hell, its about time you showed up."

"Ronny Tyler," I said with a smile. "I thought you weren't getting in till tomorrow morning."

"Plans changed," he said, hugging me. "We caught an earlier flight."

"That must be your rental car out there then."

"Just as observant as always. How you been?"

"Good man, just got back from my first therapy session."

Tyler's jaw hit the floor. "Holy shit, I thought you'd sworn off therapy?" He asked, astonished.

"The boss of me said I should go," I said, hanging my head for dramatic effect.

"Who's the boss of you?"

"That would be me," Becky said, coming in behind me. "Hi Tyler."

"Hi Becky," Tyler said with a smile. "Is he treating you right?"

"Of course he is," she said, hugging him.

"If I don't, she'll beat my ass," I added.

"So I've been told," Tyler said. "Where's Carl? I was hoping to meet him."

"Work, slaving away for the man. He should be home around 6."

"Damnit. Oh well."

"Tyler, who let you in?" Becky asked.

"Your sister. Her and Ryan are talking in the back room."

"Good, I was hoping they would hit it off," I said.

We talked for a while, Lauren and Ryan not making an appearance until almost dinner time. The two were laughing and joking, acting like old friends. It made me happy that they had hit it off so well, and by the way Becky was smiling at me, I think she felt the same. 

Dinner was spaghetti and ravioli with meatballs, Carl's favorite. If you ask him, he will tell you my mother's is his favorite, but I have heard him say that about many peoples food. We ate, with Tyler and Carl dominating the conversation, the two having heard a lot about each other and really getting to know each other.

"So what's the plan?" Tyler asked.

I looked from Becky to Carl, both had the same look I did.

"Smokey's," Becky said. "Definitely Smokey's."

"What's Smokey's?"

"Our locally famous watering hole. You'll love it," I said. "Drinks and music and maybe a fight or two. It's right up your alley."

"Hell, I'm down. Ryan, you in?"

Ryan had been fairly quiet since he had arrived, speaking only a few words to anyone but Lauren. It was borderline creepy, but I wasn't going to say anything yet.

"Are you going?" Ryan asked Lauren.

"Of course, Smokey's is the best place in town. You'll love it, I promise."

"OK, I'm in."

"Great, get cleaned up. Carl and I will take care of these dishes and we will go when we're ready," I said.

"I'll help with the dishes," Tyler offered.

"Nope, we got this. You're the guest, you go get ready," Carl said.

Tyler looked to me for support, but there was none to be found. He knew how I felt about guests doing work, but I was surprised that Carl had beaten me to telling him no. Guess my manners were starting to rub off on him.

"Fine, usual bar attire is fine?" Tyler asked, defeated.

"Yeah, presentable but casual. Your usual."

Tyler went to get changed while Carl and I cleaned up. Around the halfway done mark, Carl went to go shower and change, having gone straight to the dinner table when he got home.

Lauren and Becky were the first ones out, both wearing short dresses and boots. When I had finished putting the leftovers away and started the dishwasher, I went to hug Becky.

"You look ravishing," I said as I held her.

"I know, there is a method to my madness," she said before kissing me.

"There is?" I asked jokingly. "I thought it was just madness."

She smacked my arm before shoving me down the hall. " Go get changed," she said. "Its getting late."

"Yes dear," I replied as I went to change.

Smokey's was relatively quiet, being a Sunday night. There were a few groups around the bar and several scattered ones around the pool tables and booths along the far wall. 

"Don't look like much," Tyler said.

"It isn't, but its home," I said. "Welcome to the south."

We found a table by the bar, ordering drinks and chatting. Carl went outside to call Jeanna and Becky went to play darts with some regulars, so me and Tyler went to go play pool, leaving Lauren and Ryan to continue talking.

"Seems Ryan found himself a girl," Tyler said as I racked up.

"Sure looks that way," I said. "Hopefully things work out for them."

"I sure hope so, I was starting to suspect he was gay," Tyler laughed.

"He could do well with the ladies, if only he weren't so damn shy."

"Yeah, nothing we can do about that."

An idea formed in my head, it was a long shot, but it was so devious and evil, it just might work.

"Maybe we can," I said with a smile.

"Oh no, I know that look. What do you have planned?" Tyler asked.

I didn't respond, the idea had taken hold, I was trying to figure out how to make my plan come to life when Carl walked up.

"Jeanna will be joining us in a bit," he said before seeing my face. "Oh god, what are you planning?"

"Ryan must be broken of his shyness, his walls torn down and the shell he hides in completely destroyed," I began. "I know just how to do it."

"Go on," Tyler implored.

"That device on stage plays music, displaying the words so one can sing the song."

"I'm familiar with a karaoke machine jackass."

"Yes, but this isn't like singing in the shower. This is singing in front of people, people who will judge you."

The lightbulb came on in Tyler's head. "Which will help to break him."

I just laughed, it was such an asshole thing to do, but it had to be done. We finished our game, Tyler easily beating me, before heading back to the table. Becky joined us all at the table, bringing a fresh round with her.

"Join me for a smoke?" Tyler asked Ryan and I.

"Sure," I said. "Come on Ryan."

Ryan looked reluctant to leave, and it wasn't until Lauren shooed him off that he actually went. We stood outside the door, Tyler handing us each a cigarette and passing his lighter around. 

"So Ryan, seems like you and Lauren have really hit it off," I said.

"She's amazing," he said, looking off to the middle distance. "Her face, her hair, her laugh, her caring nature, all of it."

"Sounds like someone's in love," Tyler said.

"I very well could be."

As we talked Jenna pulled up, stopping to hug me on the way inside. Tyler looked at me with a bit of surprise and confusion, as if he had seen something so abhorrent and yet so perfect all at the same time.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"Jeanna. Her and Carl have been dating for a while now," I said.

"You uh, ever think of hitting that?" he asked.

"Been there, done her, not doing that again."

"Oh, and why not?"

"I struck a nerve with Carl. I value his friendship too much to throw it away like that."

"OK, I can understand that."

"Drew," Ryan said. "How exactly would I go about getting Lauren interested in me?"

"I think she already is bro," I said.

"I mean, how do I tell her?"

"Well, you have a few options. You can either tell her flat out, or use the power of music."

"Music?" Ryan asked.

"Music is reflection of self."

"I don't follow," Ryan said, looking puzzled.

"Think about it, when you're sad, do you listen to upbeat, happy music, or sad songs?"

"Sad."

"And when you're pissed off, do you listen to something happy, or some 'smash your head in' metal?"

"Good point. I never thought about it like that."

I smiled, the idea taking root, my plan coming to fruition. All that was left was to figure out what he would sing.

"What do you generally listen to?" I asked.

"Rock, metal, hip hop, rap," he said.

"OK, you'd probably get run out if you tried to play rap or hip hop here. We can work with rock though."

"OK, you think this will work?"

"Motherfucker please, of course it will."

We went back inside, Jeanna introducing herself to Ryan and Tyler. I sat next to Becky and smiled an evil smile. She leaned in to kiss me, whispering in my ear when she had broken the kiss.

"What have you done?"

"You'll see my dear, you'll see."

Ryan was going through his phone, checking for the perfect song to sing for Lauren. I could see the tension on his face, carefully scrutinizing each song to find that special one. His eyes flashed what looked like defeat, but I couldn't be sure. I had to help the poor guy out.

"Tyler, let me get your pack and lighter," I said. "Ill buy you another one tomorrow."

"You're gonna smoke that whole pack?"

"No, just to replace what I take."

He handed me his smokes and lighter, I took it and turned to Ryan. "Lets go suck a paper dick."

He looked at me with the most mortified look. "Do what?"

"Smoke man, lets go smoke. I need to talk to you."

"Oh," he said with a sigh of relief. "Ok, I'm coming."

We went back outside, his mood a bit more dour than earlier. We talked as we smoked, mostly about how he felt about Lauren and his taste in music. When he listed some bands he liked, it clicked in my head.

"I got this, go be lovey dovey with Lauren," I said.

"You sure?" he asked nervously.

"Oh, I'm sure. Trust me, I won't embarrass you."

"I sure hope not."

"I just pick a song, you have to sing it."

He went a bit pale, the thought of singing in front of the crowd finally getting to him. I had felt the same way before and knew that look all too well. We put out our smokes and headed back inside, only to be met by Lauren as we entered.

"Ryan, could you give us a minute?" Lauren asked.

"Sure," he said, continuing on inside. Lauren pulled me over to the edge of the building, making sure there were no prying ears.

"I like him," she said. "Can I keep him?"

I laughed, "You know, he may act like a lost puppy, but be is still a human."

"I know, I just don't know how to approach the subject."

"Sing," I said bluntly.

"You know, that just might be the answer. Thanks."

"Of course it's the answer, I gave it to you."

She gave me a dirty look. "Since when are you so smart?"

"I'm always smart, y'all just don't ask the right questions." She smacked my chest and laughed.

"Ok smart guy, what should I sing?"

"Sing what you feel. Do you want me to pick your song?"

She had to think for a moment. "Sure."

"OK, I'll fix you two up, but only because he is a quality guy."

"Thanks," she said, hugging me. 

We went back inside, her to the bar for the next round while I went to the DJ to pick out some music. I flipped through the book of songs, mostly country with some oldies mixed in. Ryan may be out of luck, unless he knows the lyrics by heart.

I chose a song for Lauren, one for me, one for Tyler and one for Ryan. I had Ryan go last, mostly so he wouldn't feel too embarrassed. Tyler got a song because, well... Tyler. If he didn't deserve it then, he would eventually.

I returned to the table, standing behind Ryan. I leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Do you know Skillet's 'whisper in the dark'?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I have it on my phone. when you go up there, you won't have lyrics."

His eyes went wide, his face pale. "What happened?" 

"They have country or oldies, that's it. If you know the words, the DJ will play whatever as long as it is provided."

"I'm not sure about this anymore," he said.

"Don't be scared, Tyler has a song too. A most embarrassing one at that."

"I don't know."

"Lauren will sing first, then me, then Tyler, then you. If after all that, you still don't wanna do it, then don't."

"OK," he said sullenly.

Lauren was called to the stage first, the crowd applauding. She sat on the stool and sang her song, 'Deeper than the Holler' by Randy Travis. Her eyes never left him, her expression one I had never seen before. To me it seemed things were moving kinda fast, but hey, what do I know.

When she finished the crowd cheered, but none more than Ryan, who could easily be heard over the couple dozen people who were there. I looked at him, seeing new fire burning within. Something had happened to him during her performance, and we were gonna see it shortly.

I was up next, singing 'The Buffalo Grass' by Chris Ledoux. I had to have the DJ play it from my phone, but I did it, and it was well received. Most of the people knew the song, with several singing along. 

Tyler was up next, laughing when he saw what he was gonna sing. I will give him credit, he sung the shit out of that song, going as far as dancing along with it. When he finished his rendition of 'Man, I feel like a woman' by Shania Twain, he got quite the applause.

Ryan went to the DJ before his turn. I was afraid he had decided to back out, but I was wrong. When the music started to play, I knew he had changed his song.

"My chances weren't good she was way out of my reach

How could she ever fall for some ol' boy like me

But here she lies, asleep tonight, in these arms of mine

And that goes to show, angels fall sometimes."

"She's been here long enough to see that I'm no saint by now

Every mornin' I wake up surprised to find her still around

The love she, gives to me, could be no truer sign

Every now and then angels fall sometimes."

I looked at Lauren while he sang, the tears rolling down her face a clear sign he had chosen well. I was actually surprised that I hadn't thought of this song myself.

"She brings prices of heaven, everyday into my life

She's my inspiration, with her by my side, I'm not afraid to dream high."

Ryan was singing only to her, as I had done so many times to Becky. Deep down, I felt like I was watching me, all those months ago, seen from the view of an outsider. The pride that I felt for him was immense.

"The love that she, gives to me, could be no truer sign

Every now and then, angels fall sometimes

Yeah, I thank the Lord, angels fall sometimes."

Ryan finished to quite the applause, far more than anyone else got. I probably should have told him that folks around here would rather hear someone singing to the one they love, than hear them sing some worn out old tune that's been played a million times.

As he returned to the table, Lauren got up, hugging and kissing him. The two became inseparable; holding hands, kissing, whispering sweet nothings to each other. I could only smile, knowing I had a hand in creating it.

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Ryan and Tyler had been here for a week, doing all the odds and ends that we could. We went shooting, spent several nights at the bonfire, fishing, hell we even went to Dollywood in Tennessee. I had several episodes, mostly while shooting, but nothing major. 

We sat in the living room, watching TV and relaxing, when Ryan came in from the back room with Lauren in tow. He was smiling a smile I had never seen before.

"Holy shit, did you two finally have sex?" Tyler asked brashly after seeing Ryan's face.

"No, not yet," he said with much disappointment. "We had an idea."

"And, pray tell, what is this idea?" I asked.

"Paintball."

The same smile found its way to Tyler and I. His idea was good, and it reminded me that someone had suggested it once a while back, but we never went. Without another word, I called Carl.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Tomorrow we go paintballing," I said.

"OK, I'm down. Want me to invite Jeanna?"

"Of course. However, we still need one more to make the teams even."

"We can find one more unlucky bastard to go against us. Or we can play Marines against civilians," Carl said.

"Three of us against you guys wouldn't be fair though."

"Last time I checked, you were a civilian."

"And I'd like to keep it that way. OK, we will figure it out later. Let Jeanna know we go to war tomorrow."

"Will do."

I called Becky and told her. She was so excited she could barely focus the rest of the day. When she got home, she hugged and kissed me, interspersed with boastful comments and mockery, as if she had already won.

Dinner was parmesan chicken and potatoes, Lauren making it taste even better than when Becky had made it. I began to wonder, after Tyler went back looking for thirds, if she had put crack in it. 




Becky's Marine Ch. 07



We sat around the TV, the news anchor telling us of the troubles of the world. Tyler was the only one who didn't have a girl in his lap, a situation easily changed if we went to the bar again. 

She droned on about riots in this city and crime in that one, things that I thought were easily fixed by the local population putting their foot down. The last story of the night was reserved for the most important with the least amount known at the moment. She explained how the president had ordered more troops drawn up to be sent to Iraq and Syria to stop the waves of insurgents masking as refugees.

"The president is expected to make a formal announcement tomorrow," the anchor said. "However many experts say that his previously requested amount won't be enough."

They showed an earlier recording of some old, rich man in a suit. "I believe that the president's earlier estimates of 100,000 troops may not be enough to cover both security in Iraq and displacing insurgents in Syria."

"Experts say that double the amount would likely be required," the anchor said before beginning her sign off.

I looked at Ryan and Tyler, both seemed put off by the report. I didn't want to outright ask, so I pried as best I could.

"Think you guys will get deployed?" I asked. Both were silent for a long minute, telling me the answer before they had actually said it.

"We ship out in a few months. Ship to Kuwait, then drive the guns to the border," Tyler said softly.

Lauren started to cry, the man she had found who was actually worth a damn was being sent to combat. Ryan was consoling her while Becky looked at me with abject horror. Her beautiful face twisted with worry and fear.

"I haven't been recalled yet. Who knows, they might not even call me back," I said, trying to placate her fears. We both knew it was a lie, but it was one I would stick to until I got a call or a letter. 

"Drew won't be brought back, they need strong men, not ancient relics," Tyler said trying to lighten the mood. Becky began to silently cry, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. 

I kissed her, wiping away her tears and holding her close. Carl and Jeanna decided to go to bed, with the rest of us not far behind. Soon it was Ryan, Lauren, Becky and I sitting quietly in the living room.

"You take care of them when your over there, understand?" Lauren said to me.

"I haven't been recalled yet," I reminded her. "besides, they need medical clearance for me to go back. That isn't likely to happen."

"We all know they will want you back," Ryan said. "Your previous combat experience plus your status as a section chief will get you back."

"Damnit," I said harshly. "Until I get that call or letter, I'm not going back."

"OK baby, we know," Becky said calmly. "We're just planning for a possible outcome."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just..."

"No more talk of that tonight," Becky said. Tonight I take care of you, then tomorrow we go paintballing."

I smiled. Her spell was intoxicating, her way of making everything OK was amazing. I knew, with all this talk about it, that letter was in the mail. First rule of fight club, don't talk about fight club.

Becky got up, pulling me out of the chair. She started for the bedroom when I stopped.

"Ryan," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Be gentle with her," I said, nodding towards Lauren. "She deserves the best of you, treat her well."

"I will," he said. "She is safe with me."

"I know, I just had to say it."

He smiled, knowing that I cared for Lauren like a little sister. I hoped that one day I would make Becky my wife, and Lauren my sister. Becky tugged at my arm again, beckoning me to the bedroom. I followed, letting her pull me inside and toss me toward the bed.

She closed the door behind me, strutting over to where I was laid back on the bed. She crawled on top of me, planting little kisses as she went. When she reached my lips, she paused.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"After the bar that first night, then the news of them being deployed, he's getting laid tonight. I just wanted to impress upon him that she needs to be treated right."

"You're so sweet," she said, kissing me passionately.

We kissed for a long minute, clawing desperately at each others clothes, hoping they would work themselves off. I broke the kiss, my throbbing member demanding to be released. As I undid my belt and worked my pants off, Becky easily slipped her sweats off and she'd her top, suddenly naked but for her thong.

She pulled my shirt over my head, lightly kissing my chest as she flung my shirt across the room. Once I had shed my clothes, I pulled her in for more kissing, my erection forcefully pushing against her moist sex. 

"I love you Andrew," she said softly. "I always will."

"I love you too Becky, forever and always."

We kissed more, harder and with more passion, as if this would be the last time we ever would see each other. The coconut shampoo she had used gave off a wonderful scent as her hair fell around us, the warmth of our bodies radiating our love for each other.

She broke the kiss and smiled, that same devious smile she uses when she is up to something. Slowly, she worked her way down my body, licking, kissing and teasing wherever she could. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she held her face inches from my hardness, blowing softly on it and making it jump. 

"You dirty tease," I said. "You know I'll vet you back for this, right?"

"Of that, my dear," she said as she licked the length of my shaft. "I have no doubt."

I instinctively reached for her hair, the soft blonde tresses seeming to will me into grabbing them. She slapped my hand away, shaking her head slowly and kissing my erection again. She wanted some semblance of control tonight, and that was fine. I'd let her think she is in power for a bit, then take it back. 

With one quick motion, she sucked the head of my dick into her mouth, the feeling of her tongue swirling around my head driving me mad. As if reading my mind, she put her weight on my hips, keeping me from thrusting deeper into her mouth. 

She began working her way down, taking more and more of me into her, teasing me every centimeter with her tongue until she was almost to the hilt. She wiggled her head back and forth, gagging herself on me before pulling away quickly and gasping for air. 

"That feel good baby?" she asked.

"Incredible." It was a poor word to describe the feeling, but it was what came to mind first. 

She repeated the process again, this time getting a bit deeper before coming up for breath. My will to resist was growing weaker with each moment, that little voice telling me that if I wanted to, I could easily overpower her. 

"I love my cock," she said, cleaning some of the errant juice from the shaft.

"Um babe, its mine. I'm rather attached to it," I said.

"Yes, however it's mine to do with as I please." OK, she kinda got me there. 

I couldn't take it anymore. When she pulled off me, I pushed her onto her side, hopping on top of her before she could react. I took one breast in my mouth, teasing the nipple to hardness before biting it softly. I massaged the other between my fingers, listening to her soft moans of pleasure as I worked my magic.

I swapped breasts, licking, sucking and teasing until she was almost thrashing beneath me. Only then did I move a hand down to caress her wet pussy. She was so wet, it could have been opened as I water park, her juices making my fingers glisten in the low light of the bedside lamp.

"Fuck baby," she moaned. "I need your tongue on my pussy."

"How do you ask?"

"Please," she cried softly. "Please lick me baby."

I moved my head down between her legs, blowing softly across her lips and planting little kisses along the inside of her thighs. She squirmed with each touch, each breath of air. Her sex was dripping, making her legs glossy, the scent was better than the best drugs money can buy. 

"Oh my god, I'm sorry I teased you," she said through ragged gasps. "Please lick me baby, I need it so bad."

I have her one lick from bottom to top, the taste reminding me of cherries in the summertime. She cried out softly as my tongue lapped along her folds, her body shuddering as I went.

My brain told me to stop, to make her regret teasing me like she had, but a man only has enough blood to operate one head at a time, and my brain was lacking at that moment. I done in like I was in a pie eating contest, licking as far in as I could get, not wanting to waste a drop of her sweet nectar.

"Gods yes! Just like that baby," Becky moaned. "I love your tongue."

I ate furiously, like I hadn't eaten in weeks. Her cries became louder and louder, a crescendo of lust and pleasure, until her body shook, her legs went rigid and her hand clamped on the back of my head. She pulled me tight into her, screaming as her orgasm raced through her body, flooding my mouth with her fluids.

"Fuck," she finally breathed. "I need you inside me. Now!"

I sat up on my knees, positioning myself at her entrance. I rubbed my purple head against her lips, which parted slightly to receive me. Gently, I slipped in the head, her back arching as I made entry. I grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs straight up, bringing them together before pushing myself the rest of the way in. 

She grabbed a pillow, pushing it against her mouth and yelling. I began to carefully rock myself in and out of her, the walls of her pussy constricting as I extricated myself, then parting again as I penetrated. 

"That's it baby, take your pussy," she exclaimed. "Use me baby, make me yours."

I needed no further encouragement, picking up the pace of my thrusts. Her body bucked against me, her hips doing their best to match my strokes. Between screams, she tried to say something, but it came out garbled and unrecognizable as human speech. 

Her walls fluttered, her muscles starting to spasm and twitch with the onset of her orgasm. She let out a shriek and gripped the bedsheets with all her might, her vaginal walls locking down tightly on me. 

I thought about warning her, but decided that it could be a surprise. The pressure on my dick pushed me over the edge, my orgasm becoming unstoppable. Rope after rope, string after warm sticky string shot into her. She let out a sweet moan as I filled her up, the satisfaction evident on her face after I let her legs go.

"I love you Becky," I said, flopping down on the bed next to her.

"I love you too."

---

We stalked through the woods as a predator stalks its prey, the large building that was our objective visible in the distance through the boughs of the trees. Birds called to one another, their soft chirping adding a strange calm to the war zone we found ourselves in. 

Tyler, Ryan and I moved as quietly as we could towards the large, slightly rundown two story shack that was our opposing teams stronghold. Inside waited our query; Carl, Becky, Jeanna and Lauren. Our objective, secure the building and neutralize the threat.

200 yards out we halted, Tyler slinking ahead to scout the area. He was much better at moving through cover than Ryan or myself. He returned, a smile on his face.

"What'd you find?" I asked quietly.

"No forward elements in place. Looks like they're all hunkered down inside," he reported.

"Damnit, and we don't have a shot from this range."

"What do you wanna do?" Ryan asked.

"Keep moving, if we can get within 100 yards, we might have a shot."

They both nodded, grabbing their weapons and preparing to move. The forest wasn't particularly dense, and the underbrush was dry, making it hard to stay quiet and out of sight. The constant snapping of twigs threatened to give us away, exposing our position as the sound echoed through the trees. 

Our opponents were unskilled in the ways of war, but they were on edge, jumping at the slightest sound no doubt. It was slow moving, but we got to within 50 yards of the building, stopping periodically to check for threats. When none were found, we kept moving.

"Movement, cover," I said softly as we went to ground, finding what little cover we could. 

Lauren stood in a second floor window, looking out through the opening at the vast expanse of trees, bushes and deadfall which made up our route of advance. I looked to Ryan, his new girlfriend was not only a target of opportunity, but an immediate threat to our objective. He would have to make the shot.

"Ryan, you're up," I said softly.

"Why me?" He asked.

"Because she's your girlfriend. Neutralize the threat."

Ryan set the barrel of his gun on the low log he was behind, sighting in as best he could. He made several small adjustments for wind and elevation loss the paintball would have to take. 

"Ready," he said, fixated on his target.

"After your shot, stay low and stay still," I said. " Fire when ready."

A trio of 'twaps' signaled his shots, quickly lowering himself back into cover afterwards. I couldn't see them flying towards Lauren, but I saw three solid hits on her chest, a clean kill.

She hung her head after she had been hit, putting the protective cover over her barrel and heading off the field. Other faces appeared in windows and it took all my self control not to give away our position. 

After a few minutes the windows cleared, those inside checking other possible approaches. We again began the slow process of moving forward.

Tyler took Carl out while he stood in a doorway, then was hit himself by Jeanna from a second story window. Ryan engaged, driving her into cover and allowing our advance to continue. 

Becky shot at me, three shots going just wide of my head. I fired from the hip as I ran, trying to get to the wall of the building. Ryan took Becky out, before Jeanna got another kill, claiming Ryan.

I hit the exterior wall hard, watching above me as best I could. I made my way to the door, checking it before passing by. Around back, I climbed through a low window, trying not to make too much noise. 

The room I was in was small, maybe 10 feet square. The door had long since been removed from its hinges, leaving the large opening for anyone to see into. I moved to the wall in the direction I thought Jeanna was last. In the time it had taken to get in here, she could be anywhere.

I knew I couldn't stay here, I had to keep moving. I leaned towards the opening, checking for any sign she might be out that way. When I didn't see her, I moved to exit the room. Footsteps above me told me where she was, directly above me. 

As I moved through the hall, I came to the staircase. This was the tricky part, staircases are notoriously hard to clear as you move up. I started up, but every board I stepped on would squeak. It was now or never.

I worked my way backwards up the stairs, keeping my gun pointed to the landing behind me. I reached the halfway point, where the stairs double back on each other when Jeanna popped out of a doorway. Her shots were wild and off target, but I ducked nonetheless. 

I returned fire, my shots hitting the far end of the hall at the top of the stairs. This time, Jeanna didn't seek cover, choosing instead to keep firing at me. Her shots hit next to my head, then she hit me square in the mask, paint splashing through the grating that covered my mouth. 

Paint doesn't taste good, I found out. I raised my gun, putting the cover on the barrel and congratulating Jeanna on her victory.

Her and I walked off the field laughing, my mask still dripping orange paint. When Tyler and Ryan saw me they laughed.

"You got owned by a girl," Tyler said.

"So did you. She got the only kills this round," I reminded him.

Both Tyler and Ryan stopped laughing, the realization that I was right sinking in. We had been playing for a few hours and everyone was getting hungry.

"What do we want to eat?" I asked.

"I don't care, as long as I can eat," Carl said.

We went to a local Mexican place at Ryan's suggestion. Everyone had their fill, and then some. Before we left, I got a few glass bottle cokes to go.

As we got home, Carl went for the door, while I stopped by the mailbox. The mail generally didn't come until the evening, which was something I never really understood. Our town isn't all that big, maybe 1000 people, you would think that they would hire enough mailmen to get it done in a timely manner.

I walked inside, flipping through the mail, sorting the junk from the bills. Carl's car magazine had showed up, as well as my model railroader for the month. I was pretty happy, until I saw a letter to me from the department of defense.

"Anything good?" Becky asked, wrapping her arms around me from behind.

"Nope, not a damn thing," I said, showing her the unopened envelope.

"Gods no," she whispered.

"Lets see what it says, then we can be upset."

"Upset about what?" asked Carl.

I held up the envelope, watching Carl's eyes go wide with fear. The others had started to gather around, each wanting to see what it said. I opened it and read it aloud.

"Dear Mr. Anderson, we regret to inform you that you have been recalled to active service. Please report to your last duty station no later than 1 August. Attached is a medical clearance form that is to be returned to base medical no later than 3 days after reporting to your duty station. 

Also attached are orders for return to active service, please provide your current employer with a copy of these orders and bring the original with you when you check in. Without these orders, you will not be able to draw clothing from supply."

My heart sank. I thought I was done with war, but fate had other plans it seemed. Dinner was quiet that night, the conversation kept light. After we had cleaned up, we sat down to watch the news.

The news anchor told us how the president has requested 200,000 troops be deployed to the middle east. Half will be sent to secure the Iraq/Syrian border, while the rest will push into Syria and attempt to oust terrorist cells. 

"You know I'm going to request you two, right?" I said to Tyler and Ryan.

"Do you think they will give you what you want?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, I'm good friends with most of the older guys there, including the CO. I'll get what I want."

"You mean I have to work for you again?" Tyler asked.

"I can make sure you get security detail for the entire time your in country," I shot back. Security detail is notoriously boring, ranked with burning the shitter barrels as the worst job to have.

"Where do you want me?" he asked, changing his tone.

---

Again I found myself in Dr Klein's office, the final piece of the medical clearance process. I sat in his office with a fresh haircut, intent to leave in two days time for Camp Pendleton. 

"Andrew, good to see you back. Come with me please," Dr. Klein said, holding the door for me. I sat in one of his incredibly comfy chairs, while he sat at his desk. 

"Give me just one second to finish these notes, then I'll be with you. How are things?"

"Not so good doc," I said calmly.

"Oh, more episodes?" he asked.

"No, I've been doing well since we last talked. They are calling me back."

"Who is?"

"The government. I'm being recalled to active duty. I need your signature here," I said, handing him the piece of paper.

He read it carefully, thinking hard about his decision. "Do you feel fit for duty?" he asked.

"I do."

"Do you want to go?"

"Nobody wants to go, but if I don't then someone else will have to."

"How does Becky feel about this?"

"Scared to death, but she knows I have to do my duty."

"if I sign this, and you're not OK, I could get in big trouble."

"Don't worry doc, I'll be fine. Just like old times for me."

OK, but I wanna be the second one you come see. When you get back, call me and we will set up a meeting."

"You got it doc."




Becky's Marine Ch. 07



"Alright," he said, signing the spot that cleared me for full active duty. "You better take care of yourself over there, I don't wanna hear of you getting hurt."

"You won't. I've got good men with me."

-----

The next day I went into work with Carl. It wasn't my assigned shift, but I had to get this taken care of. We took the van to the control room, where Carl left me so he could take his turnover. I went down the hall to the supervisors office, stopping to make several copies of my orders along the way.

Jack Harris was the supervisor for the shift, sitting in his office talking on the phone. I went up and waited for him to finish his call.

"Andrew, I didn't see you on the overtime roster, what brings you in?" he asked. His voice was raspy from yelling in the plant for years.

"Unfortunate business I'm afraid," I said, setting a copy of the orders on his desk.

"What's this?"

"Deployment orders. I'm being recalled."

"I'm sorry to hear that. How long will you be gone?"

"I can't say, indefinitely. Could be nine months, could be well over a year."

"OK, I'll send a copy to HR and have them put you down for a leave of absence."

"No offense, but I'll go up there with a copy myself. I need to make sure this is done now. I'm leaving tomorrow morning for California."

"Got it. Well be safe, and write to Carl."

"I will. I'll see you when I get back."

----

The flight to California was uneventful, sleeping most of the way. I landed at San Diego airport, gathering my few possessions and taking a cab to the Amtrak station. Ten dollars and twenty minutes later, I was in line to get my ticket to Oceanside. 

Once I had got to Oceanside, I called Tyler for a ride to base. The gate guard gave me some trouble for my ID being expired, but there was nothing I could do about that. I showed him my orders and he let us on.

It was a Thursday when I arrived. Marines at the barracks were directing the evenings cleaning activities, known as field day. The CO had been expecting me, so he had stuck around to greet me when I got in.

"Sir," I said, setting down my bag to shake his hand.

"Sergeant Anderson, how the hell have you been?" Captain Varren said, shaking my hand.

"Been better sir," I said. "Where do I call home for a while?"

"Room 206 is yours, no roommates. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Am I being restored as a section chief?"

"Yes, the platoon commander will brief you on your crew."

"Sir, you know what I'm gonna want, right?"

"Tyler?"

"And Ryan sir. Both are good men, I'll need them if I'm the brand new section chief."

"Ok, I'll give you Tyler and Ryan, but the rest of the crew stays."

"Done deal sir. It's good to see you again."

"You as well Drew, I'm sure it sucks being called back, but I personally feel better having someone with your experience around."

"Thank you sir, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Sure thing. Don't bother coming to formation, go get what you need from supply and check in with the platoon commander when your finished."

"Copy that sir."

He handed me the key to my room, leaving for home when he was done. I went and set my bag down, calling Tyler and Ryan to come see me.

"Ok guys, remember that I'm Sergeant Anderson when we are working. Outside of work, I'm Drew, but on duty we have to keep it professional."

"Got it," Ryan said. "Do you think they will transfer us to your gun?"

"Already done. As soon as I take over a gun, you two will be on my crew."

The next few weeks went by slowly, mostly doing refresher training and getting back into the routine of military life. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss home every minute of every day. 

I called Becky every night before she went to bed, spending hours sometimes talking about our days and our future plans. We had gotten an official deployment date of November 15, and I told Becky she had better bring the whole gang for our send off. 

I talked with Carl often, though his schedule made it difficult sometimes. Jeanna would talk to me more than him, simply because she was available more often. They all assured me they would be there for our departure.

----

November 15 was a rainy day in San Diego, yet the crowd gathered on the pier in spite of the weather. The throng of people had come to wish their loved ones a solemn farewell, some possibly for the last time. It wasn't hard to find Becky, Carl, Jeanna and Lauren, the banner they had made was easy to see.

The bus pulled to a stop, having brought us from Camp Pendleton to the Naval base in San Diego. Before we got off the bus, we were told we have 20 minutes to say our goodbyes.

When Becky saw me, she dropped her end of the banner and ran to me, leaping into my arms. We hugged and kissed for a while, not even acknowledging the others. When I turned to the group, Ryan had come over to see Lauren. 

I hugged Carl and Jeanna, giving Jeanna a kiss on the cheek. She was practically glues to Carl's side, and I soon figured out why. Carl had proposed a week before they had come out, buying a very nice diamond for her. 

"You be safe over there," Carl said. "I expect letters as often as you can."

"You'll get 'em, all of you will," I said.

"Call or Skype us when you can," Jeanna said.

"I will."

"I expect letters, calls, chat, interaction of some kind first, you know that right?" Becky said.

"Of course my love."

"Andrew," Lauren said. "You keep those boys safe. Bring Ryan home to me, understand?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll bring him back fit as a fiddle."

"You fucking better."

Tyler came over to say his goodbyes, hugging everyone before going to start rounding up the junior Marines.

I hugged Carl, Jeanna and Lauren, telling them not to worry. I stopped before hugging Becky.

"Marry me?" I asked.

"What, no ring?" she asked. "No asking properly?"

"No time. When I get home I'll get you a ring and do it right, I just need an answer before I leave."

She smiled that million dollar smile. That smile that had me hooked from day 1.

"Of course I'll marry you."

I kissed her for I don't know how long. I would have kept going, but I heard someone call for me.

"Anderson, lets go. Waitin on you."

I broke the kiss, tears welling up in our eyes. She knew the dangers, the risks. She would bear them proudly.

"I gotta go babe," I said.

"Goodbye my love," she said through the tears.

"Not goodbye. Goodbye is forever. I'll see you later beautiful."

"See you later handsome."

We got situated in out berthing, stowing our gear in the lockers and coffin racks before heading up to the flight deck of the USS Bonhomme Richard. Each of us took our position between a pair of sailors and manned the rails as we left the harbor.

I could see Becky and the group, waving small American flags and holding the banner high with pride. The words "Give em hell Sergeant Anderson, we love you!" written in big red letters.

The ship left San Diego, passing under the Coronado bridge and out into the open waters. Most of the men had gone inside to tend to their work, but Tyler joined me outside on the smoke deck. We stood there in silence for a long time, watching the California coastline grow smaller and smaller. 

He handed me a cigarette, which at this point I graciously accepted. My eyes were still moist from crying silent tears. 

"Just like old times?" he asked with a grin.

"Yeah, just like old times."

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I've left this open for an interim story, please send feedback or comment and let me know if y'all would like it to continue. I hope everyone enjoyed it. 

I was hesitant to end it, but the untimely passing of the inspiration for Becky has led me to end this series here. She worried for years that I would get called back, and fortunately I never did. 

Thank you all for reading. Your support has been helpful and is appreciated.