3 comments/ 1322 views/ 8 favorites Carrying On Ch. 01 By: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax Thanks to everyone who left comments, it really is nice to hear your kind words. Sorry this one took so long, life has a way of keeping us from what we enjoy. This is more of Andrew's story, and more will come as I find time to write. I hope you all have enjoyed it thus far and continue to enjoy it. ********** Deployment was over, but returning to life afterward is a whole new battle. Sure it seems easy, but when two people have been apart from each other for so long; leading separate lives, having different priorities, valuing different things, things can get a tad, strained. We were released by 9, getting late in the restaurant business. I'm sure there were a few places open, but it would easily be an hour until we were ready to get food. Our return home needed to be marked by celebration, yet it would have to wait until tomorrow night. Aside from the late hour, most of us were feeling energized. Carl, Jeanna, Lauren and I headed to the hotel. We had all dropped our things at the barracks when we arrived, even before dropping the guns at the gun park. We hit up a taco bell on the way, more for the necessary sustenance it provided than for actual quality. I will admit though, having a Baja Blast was a nice thing to return to. If I didn't know any better, I'd think there was tension in the air. Nobody was making suggestions of things to do or offering ideas for the following day. I assumed they wanted me to make the plans, since I had been gone what amounts to an obscene amount of time. As far as deployments go, it wasn't all that long. The Army is gone up to 15 months sometimes, making my paltry 9 months feel like no time at all. Once we got inside, and I got changed back into civilian attire, we met back up in Lauren's room. She had gotten a room for herself and Ryan, while the rest of us couples had our own rooms. Ryan had told her that he would catch up with us later, and stay with her while his family got their own rooms. "So, what's the plan?" Carl asked. Lauren, Carl and Jeanna sat on the bed, while Becky sat in my lap on the desk chair. Nobody responded, and though I had my eyes closed, I could tell that all eyes were on me. I knew what I wanted to do, but I had to make a call first. I shifted Becky's weight, what little there was, and got my phone out. "Ryan, what are your plans?" I asked when he picked up. "The family and I found a bar. What about you guys?" He asked. "We thought we would join you, if you don't mind being associated with us vagabonds." He laughed at my description of us. "Please, you guys aren't vagabonds, not compared to the vagrant I have with me." "Tyler?" I asked jokingly. "The very same," he said. His tone was serious. "OK, we'll be there as soon as we can. Try and keep him from getting arrested before we get there." "Is Lauren coming?" "Is the Pope Catholic?" "Touché. See you soon." Carl had rented a minivan, though not without a fight. He drove with Jeanna riding shotgun and the rest of us in the back. I sat in the middle with Becky to my right and Lauren to my left. Both women held my hands as we drove, which was kinda strange until I remembered that someday I'd be her brother. That thought got my wheels turning. I had to properly propose to Becky, and I had to do it well. I also had to tell my parents about the engagement. My parents. I needed to call them. They hadn't come to welcome me due to my mother's health. They had said it had something to do with my dad's upcoming retirement, but I knew better. Mom had a heart valve replacement not long before I deployed and her kidney function was starting to drop. It didn't surprise me that they couldn't come, I just wish they had been honest with me. Guess they didn't want me to worry too much. We filed into the noisy atmosphere that was Johnny Ray's bar. It was small, with most of the floor space taken up by a stage and dance floor. The long bar had several sets of taps featuring various micro brews as well as the usual fair. The live band they had playing wasn't too bad, playing mostly cover songs of rock classics. We searched for Ryan and Tyler, though it wasn't hard to find them. "Sergeant Anderson!" Tyler yelled in a slurred voice. "It's so good to have you back!" "Tyler, how you holding up?" I asked. "Fucking great!" He said, hugging me when he finally staggered over. "I've missed you!" Carl laughed at the sight. He leaned in close to be heard over the music, "Well, an enchanted moment." "Tombstone," I said, "Nicely done." Tyler moved from person to person, trailing the unmistakable scent of scotch with him, and hugged everyone, including Carl. Once he was done, he escorted us to Ryan's table. "Danny Ryan, how the hell are you?" I asked. "I'm great now that reinforcements have arrived," he said, giving me a hug. Guys, this is my brother Nick, My father James and my mother Rita. Family, this is Sergeant Andrew Anderson, his fiancé Becky, best friend Carl, his fiancé Jeanna, and this," he took Lauren in his arms, "Is Lauren." We exchanged pleasantries, then Becky and I went to fetch drinks for everyone. Tyler was trying to get me to get him another round, but I cut him off. I knew he wouldn't drop it there, but it bought us some time. "So Andrew, how did they do over there?" James asked, his voice like a baritone. "They did very well, I was impressed. I've deployed with Tyler before, but never with your son. He exceeded my expectations," I said. "That's great, how long do you have left before you're out?" Rita asked. "Monday morning." "Drew got called back for this deployment," Ryan explained. "After Monday he is free of any obligations to the military." "So why did you go back?" Nick asked. "Isn't there like a deferment or something you could have used to stay home?" "Nick!" His mother scolded. "No no, its fine," I said. "I could have gotten a deferment if I wanted, but its my duty to go. Besides, how else was I going to make sure these boys came home?" "Yeah, but isn't there some way you could have done it without being in harms way?" Nick asked. "How old are you?" "21." "OK, you may be a bit too young to understand it, but if I don't go, someone else will. Some other mothers son would have taken my place, and might not have come home. How would I be able to live with that?" "Well, my psych professor says that wars are started by politicians to get more money out of us, and by supporting the war, you're supporting those politicians." "Well, I'm not in politics, so I can't say that's true or not, but make no mistake, I don't support the war. I support those who have to go and fight it. If that means going back for round three, then so be it." "Three tours?" James asked. "Wow, that's impressive." "I wish I could agree with you sir, but all I've seen over there is hell." We talked for a while longer, then Lauren, Becky and Jeanna pulled us guys out on the dance floor. We danced a while before returning to the table, only to find Tyler missing. "Where did that little spawn of destruction get off to now?" Carl asked. "I'll find him," I said, standing. I kissed Becky and went to the restroom first. He wasn't in there, and, after relieving myself, I headed out front to see if he was there. He was sitting against the side of the building, smoking a cigarette. I went over and joined him, sitting next to him on the ground. "You OK?" I asked. "Yeah, just trying to sober up. You?" "I'm OK I guess. It's so strange being home." "I know, I keep wondering when I'm going to wake up back on ship." "Yeah, I hate those dreams. Good thing this is real." "Is it? I hope it isn't." He sounded so depressed. "Why?" "If it's real, that means Drake is still gone." He was on the edge of tears. "I know what you mean. He was a good man." "He was the best of us." "He was. I can't imagine what his family is going through." "Are you going to get his name on your ribs, like the others?" "Of course. He deserves that and more. He saved Ryan and I, a debt which I can never repay." "What do we do now?" He asked. "Carry on, live our lives like he would have wanted." "But how do we know what he would have wanted?" "Drake wouldn't want us moping around, feeling sorry for ourselves at his loss. He would want us to try and be the best that we could be at whatever we wanted to do. Drake never quit, he certainly wouldn't want us to now." "OK, you're right. So, what now?" "We go back in and you ask Becky for a dance." "Are you sure?" "Yes, just keep your hands where they belong." "Why, you gonna beat my ass?" He joked. "I'm not the one you should be concerned about. She's much scarier than I am." "I believe that." We stood and headed back in. Tyler danced with Becky and Lauren for a while, being mindful of his hands. The rest of us chatted away, hearing stories about Ryan when he was younger and telling stories of our deployments until last call. We returned to the hotel late, exhausted and partially drunk. I had made sure to stay more on the sober side of things, just in case Becky decided she wanted me. It's a good thing I did too, she didn't waste a moment. Seconds after I had I closed and locked the door, she was pulling me in for another kiss. I had no complaints, because this was just the beginning. She had kept our kissing low on the passion scale, so as not to end the night too soon. Now that we were alone and nobody expected us until the late afternoon, it was on like Donkey Kong. The passion flowed between us like a river, any inhibition we may have felt was swept away. Our tongues danced, snaking back and forth as we worked our way towards the bed. She wasted no time. I could tell this wouldn't be the sensual love making I had kinda hoped for, yet I was also relieved. After all that happened today, I wasn't ready for the extended amount of time required to properly male love to my Becky. "I love you so much," I said as she worked my belt off and started on my pants. "I love you too baby. I've missed you so much," she replied, shoving my pants down and pulling her shirt over her head. "I've missed you too my love," I managed to get out as she began to stroke my hardness. Her hand was cold, but the motion felt so amazing that the temperature was forgotten. She worked my length as she kissed me again, showing me every feeling she had longed for since my departure. As my mind whirled, she slowly dropped to her knees and wrapped her soft lips around my engorged head. I knew I wouldn't last long, I'd known it from the moment she began kissing me. I hadn't felt the touch of another for almost a year, so I didn't worry about trying to delay anything for our pleasure. That would return in time, now was just about us, and all that we had endured. Her tongue made circles around my shaft as her head bobbed up and down, her every touch light as a feather. Her mouth was warm and wet, and soft as silk. She took all of me down her throat before I had to stop her, not wanting it to be over too soon. "Lay that beautiful body down, it's my turn," I said. She removed her pants and underwear in one swift motion, tossing them onto the floor. She followed this with her bra, sending it flying past my head. She laid on her back, legs together and held high. I dropped to my knees and spread her thighs gently, revealing the treasure I had missed for so long. "My god," I said softly. "What?" "Still as beautiful as I remember." I ran a finger across her slit, her juices flowing as her body responded to my touch. "And just as soft too." "Stop teasing me baby," she whined. "Lick me, please." How could I say no? I ran my tongue across her lips, the already moist folds opening just a bit more as a flower opens with the morning sun. I lovingly licked her clit, sliding a finger inside her as I flicked my tongue across her. She moaned with joy and pleasure, coming close to a squeal several times. Soon, I noticed her muscles begin to contract as she neared her climax. I lightly sucked her clit and stuck a second finger inside her, bringing her over the edge. Her body trembled, shaking with the long anticipated arrival of her first orgasm, the wave hitting her like the ocean breaking upon the rocks of a distant beach. "Give it to me," she said softly. "Fuck me baby. Give me what I've been waiting for." I did. I eased myself into her, feeling every inch of her wetness, loving every second of our coupling. She was tighter than I remember, her sex seeming to barely grant me admittance. A few gentle strokes later, I fucked her. It wasn't soft and sensual, there was no deep feelings of love involved, just a primal urge. A need, as though I was eating for the first time in a week. It was hard, fast and over quickly. Thankfully, my orgasm caused her a second. We rode the wave together, each experiencing vastly different sensations, yet deep down knowing that it was only the beginning. Everything must start somewhere. We collapsed together in bed, kissing and spooning, not wanting to move. She eventually got up and cleaned herself up, handing me a washcloth to clean myself before we laid together. "I love you," she said. "I love you too." "It's been too long since we were together." "Agreed, far too long. I never intend to leave you that long again." "What's the plan for tomorrow?" "I've gotta call my folks, beyond that I don't know." "This may be a bad time to ask but, do you plan on getting Drake's name on your ribs?" "Yes, as well as a brass plaque and a folded flag. He will join the others in my memory and be honored, as he has earned." "OK, whenever you want to do that, we can." "I'll think on it. I'm exhausted, I'm going to sleep now. I love you baby." "Goodnight my love." ----- I called my parents the next afternoon. We talked for almost an hour, covering just about ever topic under the sun. I managed to drag some information out of my dad concerning mom's health. Her kidney function was fluctuating and she may need to start dialysis at some point in the near future. One other thing we talked about was Becky. Both my parents were itching to meet the woman who had captivated me. I told them I would see about getting us up there while we were still on the west coast, but I made no promises. Carl and I sat in my room, while the girls did... Whatever they do, in Lauren's. He had been talking to his step mom while I talked with my parents. Talking of home made me miss it a little. "How are mom and pop?" Carl asked. They had been like second parents to him and he had called them mom and dad for years. "Good, they miss us and hope we come up before heading home," I told him. "We should. It'll be nice to see them again." "We'll bring it up at dinner then." "Speaking of, what's the plan for food? I'm starving." "Let me make some calls and I'll see if I can round up the whole gang." "Who's 'the whole gang'?" "The Marines I spent nearly the last year with." "God, three of you is bad enough, now you wanna invite more?" "Sure, it'll be fun. They're not all like Tyler." "Alright, if you say so." I called Jones, Wirth and Simmons, inviting them to join us for dinner. Only Wirth was able to come. I called Ryan and Tyler, but didn't invite them. It was just implied that they were coming, along with any family who might want to. We decided on a decent steakhouse and, after spreading the word, got ready. Wirth called me back and said he couldn't come after all. Carl and I wore nice, button up shirts and slacks, while the girls went with dresses and heels. We met Tyler, Ryan and Nick at the restaurant. "No parents?" I asked Ryan. "Nope, they said we should have some fun on our own," he said. "Which is code for 'we wanna get busy,'" Tyler added. "Dude," Nick said, disgusted. "Nasty. Not something I wanna think about before we eat." "What, you don't want another sibling?" "I just don't wanna think of my parents having sex, you disgusting fuck." Normally, it would have been left at that, but I trained Tyler well. He stuck out his hand. "Guess we haven't met, I'm Ronny Tyler." We all laughed. Nick would learn eventually, if Tyler stuck around Ryan's family. We went inside and were seated at a large table. We ordered drinks and talked until the waitress came back to take our order. "So this asshole pops out from behind a rock and fires this RPG at us," Tyler said, telling another war story. "Shitbag misses by a mile. His aim was so bad, he made Imperial stormtroopers look like expert marksmen. "So we take off after the guy. He has a good 300 yard head start on us, but decides he isn't fast enough. He jumps on a camel, riding off into the sunset like this is some Arab western movie. "PFC Dillon isn't having any of it. He jumps in the Humvee and races off after the guy, leaving us behind. Drew yells at him to at least pick us up, but Dillon is on a mission. He gets to within 50 feet of the guy when he starts taking fire from the guy on the camel. "He slams on the brakes, puts it in park and gets in the turret. That was the day I learned just what a vindictive asshole Dillon could be." "What happened to the guy on the camel?" Nick asked. "Well," I said, "he got his shit wrecked." Dinner was good, the tab was not. I covered Becky, Carl, Jeanna and Lauren. Our food alone was over $200. I took Becky's hand and leaned in close. "Baby, I have a proposition for you," I said. "What's up my love?" "How would you feel about heading up north before we go back home?" "To meet your parents?" "That's the idea. They really want to meet you." "I'd love to meet them babe. They helped me so much while you were gone." We kissed until Tyler cleared his throat, reminding us where we were. The conversation went to Nick, and his prospects for the future. "So Nick," Carl said. "What plans do you have for the future?" "Well, I was thinking of a career in psychiatry or something. Something where I can help people," he said. "That's cool. I wish I had the will to do something like that," Tyler said. "What about you Tyler?" Jeanna asked. "What are your plans when you get out?" "I haven't the slightest idea," he said. "When is your contract up?" I asked. "Another three months." "Any idea where you wanna go?" Becky asked. "Not sure. Definitely not home." "Well, you're always welcome with us," Carl said. "Hell, maybe we could get you on at the refinery." "Do they pay well?" "Do you see us lacking anything?" "Point taken." "We'll keep an ear open for any word on when we will be hiring next." "Do you think they'll hire me?" "Hell," Becky said. "They hired Andrew. Why not hire you?" "Gee babe, thanks for the boost of confidence," I said. It was strange that Carl so easily welcomed Tyler to stay with us. Usually Carl doesn't care for those very brash, type A personalities. With dinner over we returned to our rooms, planning to get changed before heading back out. By the look in her eyes, I could tell Becky had other plans. She hung the 'do not disturb' sign on the door and locked it, turning seductively towards me. "I'm sure they won't mind waiting," she said, stepping closer. Her short black dress and black heels made the sway of her step look so sexy. "I'm sure I won't care whether they mind or not," I responded. "Do you like my dress?" She gave a slow spin, letting me take it all in, as if I hadn't done that at every previous opportunity. "It's nice." She gave me a disappointed look. "Only nice?" "Compared to the beauty it hides, its only nice." She giggled, slipping the shoulder straps off and turning to lean her back against my chest. I kissed her neck softly, moving to her ear and then to her shoulders. Carrying On Ch. 01 "Will you unzip me?" She asked. "Only if you promise not to tell anyone." "That would make me a bad girl though." "It's your lucky day then. I happen to be quite fond of bad girls." "What will your wife think?" "She'll be mad I didn't invite her to play." We giggled, our playfulness hadn't been lost to time. I was happy with the way things were now, and I hoped they would last. "Do you enjoy women as well?" I asked. "I've been known to on occasion. Do you enjoy having more than one woman?" "Sometimes. It depends on who the other woman is. Two can be hard to keep up with." I slid the zipper slowly down her back. "Speaking of hard things, I hope that's you being happy to see me, and not you smuggling a cucumber down there," she said, rubbing my crotch through my pants. "I can't say for sure what he has planned. He has a mind of his own." She turned, pressing her sultry lips to mine. She went for my belt, but I grabbed her hands, placing them on my chest. She looked disappointed, but I shook my head and smiled. "Not yet, you first," I said. I slid the dress from her body, taking in the beauty of her curves, the wonder of her flawless skin. Since the first time we were together, she has taken my breath away, and now was no different. Her lacy black bra was complimented by a matching thong, both destined to be discarded on the floor. "Now ask me about that dress," I said. "Do you like my dress now?" "It's perfect." Her laughter was cut short by me tossing her on the bed. Her face lit up, her desire taking hold. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, setting those beautiful tits free. I suddenly became aware that my erection was trying to rip the fabric of my pants. She noticed it too. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said. I almost fell over trying to get my pants off. I had planned to stay in my boxers as long as possible, but I was sticking out the front a bit and decided to lose them as well. She wiggled her hips as she worked her thong off, throwing it at me when she was done. I held on to them, setting them at the foot of the bed. "Your so lovely, I'm lucky to have found you," I said. "Your not so bad yourself, all buffed up from your trip." She said it like it was vacation, not deployment. "I figured I'd have to beat other guys back with a stick, so I had to get ready." "Hardly," she laughed. "Only one guy made any attempt at me while you were gone, and he wasn't from town." "Though his prize had already been claimed, he does have impeccable taste in women." "Are you gonna stand there and banter all night, or are you gonna eat this pussy?" "Have you been a bad girl?" "Very bad." "How bad?" "I fucked my husband's best friend while he was deployed." "Oh," I said, feigning shock. "I guess I'll have to punish you later for that." "What about right now?" "Now, I want some dessert." I grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge, kneeling before her sex. Her aroma was strong, her lips glistening in the light. I licked her slowly, bottom to top and side to side. Her moans grew louder, more light pitch, until she shook with the rush of her first orgasm. "That was great, now I think someone should take care of you," she said. "But where could we find someone willing to do that?" I asked. She pulled me in for a kiss, tasting her juices on my lips before pulling me down on the bed. She jumped on me before I could do or say anything. She wrapped her lips around my head and flicked her tongue across my flesh. Saying it felt wondrous, would be downplaying it. She busied herself with my pleasure, sucking and slurping, diving down until she gagged. It was mesmerizing. Her ass was toward my head, letting me tease her wet slit as she worked her magic. "Eat me again baby, I need your tongue so bad." She swung her leg over my head. I guess she had enough teasing. I kissed, licked and sucked everywhere I could. She continued her up and down motion, moans escaping our lips. I could feel her stomach begin to tremble and my own climax welling up. "I'm gonna cum baby," I said as I came up for air. "Cum in my mouth baby. I need to taste you," she said, diving back down. We exploded almost simultaneously. She swallowed all I could give her and I lapped up every drop I could. She rolled off me, being careful not to kick me as she did so and turned so our heads were side by side. "That, was outstanding," she panted. "Yes it was. Thanks baby." "Thank you. Now about my punishment later." "Now isn't the time for that. We have people waiting on us," I reminded her. There was a knock on the door, followed by a note slid beneath. I got up and grabbed it, reading it out loud for Becky. "Hope everything is OK. Nobody has come out yet. Be waiting in lobby. Lauren." "Well, I guess we weren't the only ones feeling frisky," Becky chuckled. "No, but I do feel bad for Lauren." "Why?" "Her man isn't here and I'm not sure Nick would let them get a moments peace anyway." "We can arrange that." I thought for a minute, forming a plan to busy Nick for a few hours. "Hmm, do let's." ----- We set Nick up that night with a cute little bitch of a woman at one of the local bars, giving Ryan and Lauren the night to themselves. Once Nick left the bar, they were right behind him, headed the opposite direction, back to the hotel. Carl and I spent much of the night looking after Tyler, who ended up taking home a woman of his own, albeit several years older than him. The four of us returned early, spending the night coupled with our respective partners. Sunday was our day of rest, though slightly different than the church believes "rest" to be. We mostly laid around fucking and recovering from hangovers. Monday however, held promise for Ryan and I. Captain Varren called us all to formation, carrying two red folders with him. Ryan and I were told to report, standing before First Sergeant and the CO. "Forgive me if I don't read both citations in full, we do have work to do today. I'll abbreviate, since the only things different are the names and ranks. "For bravery above and beyond the call of duty on the night of March 18, 2015. While preparing to return to Battery B, 11th Battalion, 1st Marine Division, after escorting a convoy to Akashat, Syria, Lance Corporal Daniel Ryan and Sergeant Andrew Anderson exposed themselves to enemy fire, allowing Army units from the 15th Infantry Brigade to regroup. Their heroism and steadfast dedication to duty saved many lives, and upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and of the United States Naval Service. "For their actions, each is awarded the Bronze Star with Combat " V" device." They pinned Ryan, then me. I quietly inquired about Drake as Captain Varren pinned me. "His family will be mailed his, along with his other medals," he said. "Thank you sir." "Now," Varren said, addressing everyone. "There is one more article of business to take care of. Sergeant Anderson, Lance Corporal Ryan, you men did well out there. It hasn't gone unnoticed. Lieutenant Price put in the paperwork and we saw fit to approve it. "I'm pleased to announce the meritorious promotions of Sergeant Anderson to Staff Sergeant, and Lance Corporal Ryan to Corporal. You are leaders of Marines, do us all proud." We were pinned with our new chevrons, congratulated, and sent back to formation. Work direction was handed down, and I was told to report to First Sergeant when we were dismissed. "What can I do ya for First Sergeant?" "I'd like to talk to you about reenlistment," he began. I held up a hand. "Hold on there turbo. You know I have the utmost respect for everyone here, even those I find... unpleasant to be around. I have a life I need to start. A life that doesn't involve more tours overseas. I'm sorry, but I won't reenlist." "I understand, and I hope you make it a good life. Would you be willing to come back from time to time and give classes?" "That might be possible. What kind of classes are you wanting me to give?" "Leadership, section chief and maybe combat preparedness classes. Areas you're already quite adept in." "I'll have to talk this over with my boss, but personally, I wouldn't be opposed. I'd need sufficient notice to take time off work, maybe even official orders." "I'm sure we can work something out. You have my number, as well as the Captain's. We will call you with details, should you be willing and able." "Sounds good First Sergeant, anything else I can help you with?" "No Staff Sergeant, that will be all. Go turn in your gear and pick up any new chevrons you need. Your freedom awaits." We shook hands and I left. There was a bounce in my step, a lightness, as if I was walking on air. I called Becky as I waited in line to turn in my gear. She was elated to hear of my promotion and was glad I didn't reenlist. I returned to the barracks, new chevrons for Ryan and I in a bag. I left his with Lieutenant Price, then went to check out with First Sergeant Hayes and Captain Varren for the last time. "Sir, it was nice to be back, but I'm glad I'm on my way out," I said honestly. "It was good to see you again. Thank you for your hard work, and congratulations again on your awards." "Thank you sir." We shook hands and I stepped to Hayes. "Well, not much to say after earlier. If you need me, call me. I'll be able to give you an answer then." "Best of luck with your future. I know you'll do amazing things." We shook hands and I left, going to find Tyler and Ryan before I left for the last time. I had turned in my room key, packed everything in a rental car, and was ready to go. Our goodbye was heartfelt, knowing I wouldn't see them again for a while. I drove to the hotel to meet the others. I was greeted by a round of applause, not only from our group, but others who just seemed to want to clap. Becky and I shared a kiss, which drew whistles from several bystanders. They had almost everything loaded in the van and were waiting on me. "How's it feel to be a free man?" Becky asked. "Great, now we can build the life of our dreams." "Lauren," I said, stepping away from Becky. "You don't have to come with us. It might be kinda boring for you." "I know, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't talk to your parents a few times while you guys were gone. I'd love to meet them and thank them in person," she said. "Very well, lets get going. We have a long way to go." ----- The drive to Concord, CA from Carlsbad took almost 8 hours and 2 drivers. Jeanna drove for the first half, then I took over. We pulled up outside my parents house late in the evening, hungry and tired but in good spirits. I used my key, still kept on my key ring all these years, and led the way inside. "I hear the pitter patter of tiny feet," my dad said from the family room. It was a standard saying for him, even though we were all grown and had no children. "Hey guys, we're home," I called. Mom and dad met us in the dining room, dressed as they always were for the evening. My mother, Mary, had on her maroon sweats and a T-shirt, while my father, Rob, wore his ripped and faded jeans and an equally ripped and faded shirt, covered with his customary long sleeve flannel. The excessive growth of facial hair spoke volumes about when he had last been to work. "Hi guys," dad said excitedly. "How was the trip?" "Long," Carl said. "It's good to see you guys." "Good to see you too," mom said, hugging Carl. They hugged Carl and I before being introduced to Jeanna, Lauren and Becky. Dad is a shake hands kinda guy, mom however, loves to hug. "It's so good to finally meet you guys in person," Becky said. "Same here. Now we can put a face to the voice," mom said. Mom, Becky, Lauren and Jeanna talked while dad pulled Carl and I aside. "How on earth did you get them?" He asked. "Nice dad, way to have confidence in us," Carl said, nudging him. "Well, I paid Jeanna a few hundred to stick around for Carl," I joked. "Damn, y'all are brutal," Carl said. "But honestly, we just keep being ourselves. What they see in us is beyond me." "Well, you did good," dad said. "Don't screw it up." He looked directly at me when he said it. "What was that look for?" I asked. "You know damn well. Don't ever let it happen again." "I won't. She's here to stay." "Good, now lets get you settled in." My parents house was quite nice for being so old. It was a 6 bedroom, 3 bath house in an older development. The original master bedroom was on the second floor, but as my parents had gotten older, they had the house remodeled so they didn't have to climb the stairs. Becky and I took the upstairs master, while Carl and Jeanna shared a room down the hall. Lauren was next to Carl and Jeanna's room. We showered and dressed, joining my parents downstairs. Now we had a big decision to make, what to eat. In the end, we settled on wingstop, which I went to pick up. We slept well that night, curled in each other's arms. The next night we went to dinner, the parents taking us to Red Robin. Sure it was nothing fancy, but it was good food just the same. Dad talked with Carl and I about work and about deployment. I've always enjoyed talking shop with my father, even though we have different terms for the same thing. Mom talked with the girls about Carl and Jeanna's upcoming nuptials, our official engagement, and every other topic they could think of. "You haven't gotten her a ring yet?" My mother asked. She was borderline flabbergasted. "No, we haven't had time," I said. "We will soon, and I'll do it right." "Why not do it while your here? We're already at the mall." "Can we babe?" Becky asked excitedly. "If you want," I said. The idea of hunting for a ring didn't appeal to me right now, but the change in her demeanor and the smile on her face made it impossible to say no. "Speaking of here," dad started. "How long are you guys here for?" "Until we're done eating I suppose," I said. "OK smartass. I mean here with us." "Until Thursday morning. Carl has work on Friday." "What about you Lauren, got any gentleman callers?" Mom asked. "Actually, there is this young Marine I've been seeing," she said bashfully. "Tell us about him," dad said. "His name is Danny Ryan. He served with Andrew on his last trip out." "Is he a good man?" Mom asked. "Does he treat you right?" "Yeah, he's as close to a gentleman as Marines get." "He's a good man and an excellent Marine. He helped me hold off the enemy while the Army brought up reinforcements," I said. "Wow, did he earn any medals for that?" Dad asked. "Dad, not everything is about medals." "I know, but putting yourself out there like that takes guts, and usually earns you a medal." "Yes. Myself, Ryan, Lt. Price and Drake all received the Bronze Star." "Is that your first?" Mom asked. "I'm not sure, and I really don't care. It's not about the medals, its about bringing everyone home alive. Something I wasn't able to do this time." "Who couldn't you bring home?" Dad asked. "PFC Sean Drake. He gave his life to save Ryan and I." "What happened, if you don't mind?" Mom asked. "He jumped on a grenade." "I'm sorry son," dad said. "I can't imagine what that must have been like." "Thanks dad. We nominated him for the Medal of Honor, though it can take almost two years to make it official." After dinner, Becky, Lauren and I went browsing the myriad of jewelry stores for a ring. Between the two of them they found about three dozen rings they liked, and I could only reasonably afford half of them. I may not have been excited about shopping for a ring, but I'm not dumb. Whenever she went back to a ring more than twice, I had the clerk slip me the code for that ring. There was one in particular that she had come back to at least a dozen times. It was a small ring with nine tiny diamonds arranged in a square. While she was busy looking in another store, I snuck off and bought it for her. Carl and Jeanna met us back at the house, having gone home with the parents then borrowing dad's car to go take Jeanna around our old hangouts. It was nice to be back home, but the night was still young. "Where's a good place to get a drink around here?' Becky asked. "Well, there's the Clayton Club just down the road. It's as close to a country bar as you can find around here. Then there's Farrington's over by the mall, more of an Irish pub/sports bar kinda place. There's Tiki Tom's..." "Yeah yeah, lets go to Farrington's," Carl said. "Sounds good. Let's go," Lauren said. For being a Monday night, the bar was busy. The building itself was divided in half by the double sided bar running down the middle. As you walk in, the right side had tables, a few booths and various bar entertainment items; pool tables, dart boards, things like that. The left side had tables and several TVs for watching sports. The food was what one would expect in an Irish pub, shepherds pie, bangers and mash, etc. We got a table by the dart boards and Carl bought the first round. We talked, played darts and shot pool, keeping the drinking light. The benefit of being in a small city is that you have more than one bar within ten miles. If you don't like the one you're in, go somewhere else. After a few hours and several games of pool, Becky gathered us all together. "Let's go somewhere else. I wanna hear some music," she said. "OK, the Clayton Club has music, maybe even a live band. Interested?" I asked. "Sure," Jeanna said. "I'm willing to see what a California honkey tonk looks like." We piled in dad's car and I drove us back across town. Where Farrington's was busy, the Clayton Club was almost dead. It sits just off the main thoroughfare in Clayton, a small town of maybe 2000 people, though many come from the surrounding areas to have a drink. The bar runs the length of the left hand wall, while tables fill in from and right. The back wall has a stage, dance floor and jukebox. The ceiling has well over 1000 pairs of boots, some signed, hanging from it. "Now this is more like it," Becky said, grabbing a table. "And we aren't far from home here." "Not far at all," I commented. "Carl and I used to walk down to Clayton all the time growing up. We would spend hours wandering the creek or getting into trouble." "Those were good times," Carl said with a laugh. "How close did you guys live to each other?" Lauren asked. "Opposite ends of the street." We had half a dozen rounds before Becky finally went to the jukebox, coins in hand. She picked out a few songs and pulled me out to dance. We moved from one song to the next, singing along to such titles as "If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie", " Seminole Wind", and "Like red on a rose". Last call came too quickly, and we headed towards home, staying off the main roads as much as possible. Carl, Jeanna and Lauren were definitely too drunk to drive, and while I had stopped drinking an hour ago, Clayton cops can be real dickheads. "Do we have to go home?" Jeanna asked. "I wanna see the town." "Not much to see really, but I do know a spot we can go," I said. I took us through one of the affluent neighborhoods of Clayton, climbing high in the hills the houses had been built on. "Where are we going?" Becky asked. "A little overlook just down the road," I said. We turned down a street, stopping at the cul-de-sac at the end, marked by a small wood barrier that provided access to the ridge. The view below was beautiful, the lights of Concord, Martinez, Pleasant Hill, and some of Benicia shining brightly against the night sky. The Shell, Tesoro and Valero refinery lights were unmistakable. "It's wonderful," Lauren said softly. Carrying On Ch. 01 "Yes, it is," Jeanna said. I moved behind Becky, wrapping her in my arms and resting my cheek on her head. We stared at the view for a while, enjoying the silence. I knew then that this was the spot I would propose in, I just had to plan a fun filled day first. We walked along the ridge, under a large steel power pole, and sat in a grassy patch where the view was better. Becky laid down against me, pulling my arms around her and planting little kisses on my hands. Carl and Jeanna did the same, sitting next to us and Lauren leaned up against Becky and I. "I wish we had a view like this back home," Becky said. "Yeah, just be able to sit out and watch the stars. It would be nice," I mused. "Still, for being city lights, its pretty romantic." We sat there for a bit and my thoughts drifted to the proposal. Part of me wanted to do it right here and now, part of me wanted to wait. Becky leaned her head back and kissed me passionately. "If we were alone, I'd jump your bones right now," she whispered. That settled it for me. I had to do it right. Not right by societies standards, but right by Becky. I pulled the ring box out of my pocket, placing it and my hands back in front of us. "Becky, will you marry me?" I asked, opening the box. I heard her gasp, and although I couldn't see her face, I knew she was crying. The light of a house behind us provided just enough illumination to see the ring. She adjusted her body so she could more easily face me. "Yes, gods yes," she said through tears of joy. "It's exactly the ring I wanted too. How did you get it?" "I snuck off while you were browsing the store on the lower level." I said it so proudly, Carl laughed. "Well, ya did good," Becky said, slipping it on. It was just a bit too big. "I got the lifetime protection plan with it. Free servicing or replacements for life. We can take it to get sized tomorrow," I told her. "You're too good to me." "I try." We kissed and held each other for a few more minutes before it was time to go. I felt happy, feeling that I not only got her the ring she wanted, but that the timing was perfect too. In the car she showed Jeanna and Lauren, each telling her how beautiful it was. It was close to 3 AM when we got home. Carl, Jeanna and Lauren went to bed, but Becky and I stayed up. I saw a light in the family room and figured it had to be dad. "Hey dad," I said, sitting down in the computer chair. "What's up?" "Just catching up on some reading before bed," he said, marking his place and setting his book down. "Work tomorrow night?" "Yeah," he said, yawning. "I was hoping to make it till 6, but I don't think I can." "Hey," Becky said, coming to sit in mom's chair. "What're you doing up still?" "It's my up all night before work tomorrow." "So that's where he gets it," she said. "Oh, he finally did it." She showed dad the ring. "Good work son, I'm proud of you." "Thanks dad," I said. "What're you reading?" "It's a biography of Stonewall Jackson," he said. "A three volume set detailing much of his life." "Nice. He always was my favorite Civil War General." "If you want I can send it to you when I'm done." "No thanks, I'll never find time to read it. I'm still working on 'A Bridge Too Far'." "That's a great book." We talked for a while about books and movies, mostly enjoying each other's company. Finally Becky pulled me away to bed, determined to get hers. We made love that night, slow, passionate love, consummating our official engagement. ----- Thursday came quickly, and with it, our return home. The flight was boring, which is just the way I like it. We ended up getting home late that evening, having a quick meal and heading to Smokey's for the first time in what felt like ages. Becky had called Keith when we got home and asked him to reserve our usual table. Walking in was a bit strange. The stage had been refinished, the tables and chairs had been replaced and the karaoke machine had been upgraded. Had I not seen all the regulars, the owner and the usual bar staff, I'd have wondered who bought the place. When we walked in, quite a few people came to shake my hand. Apparently, I had become the hometown hero, even though this wasn't my home town. "Welcome home Marine, first round's on me," Keith said, gripping me in a monstrous bear hug and lifting me off the ground. "Thanks Keith, can you do me a favor?" I wheezed. "Sure buddy, anything." "Stop crushing my lungs." He laughed and let me down, patting me on the back. The waitress brought over a round of drinks and we went about doing our things. Becky went to pay darts with Keith, Carl and Jeanna went to dance and Lauren went to shoot pool after calling Ryan. No matter how many times it happens, you never really get used to it. The initial strangeness of being back home eventually hits everyone who has deployed, and the feeling is probably best compared to Ebenezer Scrooge. During his trips to the various Christmas's, Scrooge can't interact in any way with the environment, he can only watch as things happen around him, much the way many people feel when returning home. Life has progressed while one was away, and many of the thing they would once be needed to do have been compensated for, leaving one feeling largely unnecessary. I decided the best way to feel at home again was to sing. I went to the karaoke machine and chose a song, one I knew would grab some attention. As I scanned the lists, I was pleased with the extended new selection they had. I made my choice and waited until I heard the music begin, singing the lyrics I had memorized as a young man. "What I dream I had: Pressed in organdy; Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy; Softer than the rain. "I wandered empty streets Down past the shop displays. I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alley ways, As I walked on. "And when you ran to me Your cheeks flushed with the night. We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight, I held your hand. "And when I awoke and felt you warm and near, I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears. Oh I love you, girl. Oh, I love you." Not many people had noticed me go up there, but the singing of the classic Simon and Garfunkel song brought the room to an almost dead silence. When I finished, Becky met me at the table and sat in my lap. "That was wonderful, I love that song," she said, kissing me. "I honestly didn't think you would know it," I said. "Why not?" "I'm not sure, you just don't seem the type to like Simon and Garfunkel." My singing inspired a few others, including Lauren, to give it a whirl. Becky and I danced to a few songs before we all called it a night. The trip home was quiet, with me driving and holding Becky's hand the whole way. We went inside and got ready for bed. "Well, we should probably hit the rack, got some things to get done tomorrow," I called to Becky as she finished in the bathroom. I heard the door open, then her voice. It was soft, seductive and dripping with lust. "Not so fast." She stood in the doorway wearing some lacy pink and black lingerie, looking at me with hunger in her eyes. While her outfit was sexy as all hell, it was her eyes that expanded the bulge in my boxers. The desire, burning with the intensity of a thousand suns nearly drove me mad. "If you think you'll get to sleep soon, I have some unfortunate news for you," she said, sauntering towards me, stalking me like a cat stalks its prey. "You look ravishing," I said, pulling her in for a kiss. "And what are you gonna do with this ravishing beauty before you?" She asked. "Give her whatever she wants." She smiled and stood, slowly turning to show off her body. I reached out to grab her ass but she smacked my hand away. "Not yet, you'll get your turn to touch." She completed her turn and stood before me. "Well, does this please you?" "Not one bit," I said. "Why not?" The sadness was evident all over her face, like someone just ran over her dog. "Because you have entirely too many clothes on." She smiled and dropped to her knees, unclasping the bra and tossing it aside. No matter how many times I see them, the sight of her perfect breasts always takes my breath away. "What I want," she said, rubbing my solid member through my boxers, "is this." "Who am I to deny you your wish?" She smiled again and began to pull my underwear off. I lifted myself up some so she could accomplish it more easily. "It's so nice," she moaned, softly stroking it. "And it's all mine." She licked it like a lollipop, then took it in her mouth when she reached the top. She began slowly, easing it down her throat until I felt the back of it. Once she knew how deep she could take me, her motions became quicker as she found a comfortable pace. I groaned with pleasure, anticipating the rush that was building inside me. When she stopped just before my release, I wondered if she had read my mind. "Still fulfilling my desires?" She asked. "Of course." "Eat me, lick me and please me. Make me cum." She stood and stepped back, doffing her thong and putting one foot up on the bed. I slid to my knees, wrapping my arms around her legs to grip her ass. My face was inches from her moist sex, freshly shaven and glistening in the light. I inhaled the sweet aroma, pressing my nose against her mound. She sighed softly. "Lick me already!" My tongue lashed out, flicking her lips. She reached down and spread them for me, giving me full access. I hungrily went to work, licking from bottom to top, which I guess in this position is back to front. I sucked her clit gently and slid my tongue as far in her as I could. The more I ravaged her, the more she would buck and moan. "Baby, don't stop," she panted. "I'm gonna cum!" I gripped her ass and pulled her into me, sliding my tongue in as far as it would go. Her climax hit like a freight train and she cried out, almost collapsing on me and the bed. I managed to use my body to act as a tripod and hold her up until the blast of her orgasm had subsided. "I've missed that tongue baby, but now I need you to fuck me. Take me and fuck me. I wanna feel that cum inside me." I did exactly that. I bent her over the bed, putting her weight on her arms. Entering her was like someone had hit me with a tazer, like thousands of sparks flying through my every nerve. I quickly found my rhythm and pounded away as her cries grew louder and louder. Just as I was about to cum, I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave a small tug, sending her over the edge again. As her walls fluttered and clamped down, I exploded within her. ----- I decided to take an extra week before going back to work. Looking back, I probably should have just gone back to crew when I was supposed to. It had been a rough week, mainly because every time I tried to help with something, someone else had it taken care of. I had a bad case of "third wheel syndrome", feeling totally unnecessary at home. Sure, there had been a few things to do. I gave all the cars oil changes, and did some yard work, but that was because Carl or Jeanna were at work and Becky was bust doing other tasks. I decided to set up an appointment with Dr. Klein, hoping he would have some insight into how to fix this. "So, how was your trip?" Dr. Klein asked as if I had been on vacation. "We lost one Marine," I said solemnly. "That's a damn shame. How?" "Jumped on a grenade. He saved me and one other by doing so, but he didn't deserve to die." "Do you feel you should have gone in his place?" "I'm not sure. Sometimes I think so, others I just wish the whole thing never happened." "I see. Did you get the guy who killed him?" "I did. Left him to bleed to death in the desert." "Did you have a Corpsman with you?" "Now that you mentioned it, no." "Any idea why not?" "No, but it bothers me now that you brought it up." "Sorry, just trying to help." "No, its fine. It wouldn't have helped." "Why do you say that?" "He only lived maybe two or three minutes after the blast. Even the most skilled doc wouldn't have been able to save him." "I'm sorry to hear that." "It's OK. That's not why I came here today." "Have you had any more episodes?" "Not episodes really, dreams, or nightmares, however you see them. It's like I'm reliving that moment. I can see the grenade being thrown and try to intercept it, but it passes right through my hands, like I'm a ghost. No matter what I try, Drake still dies. "How often do you have these dreams?" "A few times a week or so. It's gone from terrible and disturbing to passé." "So then, why did you come see me today?" Dr. Klein asked, leaning back in his chair. "I've been feeling like a third wheel lately. I mean, I know readjusting to home life is difficult, but this is different." "How so?" "Before, there was tension, a 'you're in the way' thing. Now it's almost as if they don't want me doing anything for a specific reason." "What do you think that reason is?" "I haven't the slightest idea." "Well, have you talked with them about it?" "No, I was hoping to figure it out on my own first. Make sure I'm not just losing it." "Well, I think you should bring it up to them, see what they have to say. How have things been at home?" "Good, aside from my issues. Everything seems normal as far as I can tell." "Do you talk much about deployment?" "No, most of it was relatively boring and I don't think they wanna hear about us in combat." "Well, talk to them and see what's going through their heads, then make an informed decision. If you need anything, feel free to call me." "Thanks doc. I really appreciate it." I left Dr. Klein's office and headed home, turning what he said over in my mind. Could it all be in my head? Could I be wrong about everything? Am I overreacting? Hell, I don't know. When I got home, Becky and Lauren were making dinner. "Hey girls," I said, kissing Becky. "What smells so good?" "Lasagna," Lauren said. "Mom's secret recipe." "Sounds good, and smells even better." "I hope so, I'm doing it mostly by memory," Becky said. "How was your visit to Dr. Klein?" "Good, he's actually been of great help so far. I need to ask you something though." "OK, what's up my love?" "Am I imagining things, or am I kinda like a third wheel around here?" She was quiet for a moment, which didn't make me feel good. "Well, yes and no. You're not a third wheel, we just aren't used to having you around. We've gotten used to doing the things you would have normally done, which probably explains your feelings." "OK, so how do we fix this?" "If you notice it, say something. We're not doing it intentionally, we're adjusting to you being home, just like you." "OK, at least I'm not imagining it." "No, you're not. Not entirely anyway." "OK, well I'm gonna go shower. See you in a bit." I kissed her and left, praying the shower would clear my head. ----- The whole gang of us walked into the Brass Needle tattoo shop. Carl, Jeanna, Lauren, Becky and myself all gathered in the front of the quiet shop. "Hello everyone, I'm Rich. How can I help you?" He was a short, thin man in his mid 40's. His salt and pepper hair was getting mighty thin on top. "I'd like a name on my ribs," I said. "Great, what's your name?" I introduced us all and he brought me over to his computer. We spent a few minutes trying to match the font of my existing tattoos and he had me write exactly what I wanted. PFC Sean Drake We talked about this and that while he worked. I had forgotten how much rib tattoos hurt and more than once had to keep myself still while he worked. It took longer than expected, but he finally brought it up. "So, who's Sean Drake?" Rich asked. "He saved my life on our last deployment, giving his in the process," I said. "Damn, I'm sorry. Mind if I ask what happened?" I looked down to see how much he had left to do. "Want the short or long version?" "Long. We got time still." I told him everything I remember, sparing no details. It was the first time they were all hearing the full story. I saw Carl sitting in silent shock, Becky and Lauren holding each other and crying softly, Jeanna buried her face in Carl's shoulder. When Rich finished, I looked in the mirror. His work was good, not a line out of place. I saw the name and had another idea, and now seemed like the perfect time to do it. "Rich, wanna do another?" I asked. "Sure, but I need a quick break." "That's fine. I could use one too." "OK, what's your idea?" I told him what I wanted and was surprised that Becky and Lauren gave their approval. After a 20 minute rest, he went back to work on my ribs. It took him a bit longer than before, but I was pleased with the final results. I looked in the mirror and read the words. PFC Sean Drake I Am Redeemed He dressed up my new tattoos and I paid him, promising repeat business in the future. We loaded up in our cars and headed for Smokey's. They would have a good time and I would stay sober, not wanting to risk ruining the new ink. I made a note in my calendar to make a shadow box, plaque and find a folded American flag for Drake that could go above the bed. I couldn't help but feel that it wasn't enough though, like I wasn't honoring him enough for what he had done. I'd have to call his family and see what they think. Becky came back to our table with a fresh round for everyone and a soda for me. It was strange not drinking with everyone, but the fresh tattoos were too important to even risk ruining. She put the drinks down and sat in my lap. "How you doing baby?" She asked. "OK, how bout you?" "I'm great," she said, gazing at me for a moment. "Thank you." "For what?" I asked. "For being so good to me." "Hell, I should be the one thanking you." "Why?" "For putting up with my shit." "It's a small price to pay, and I pay it gladly." "I love you Becky." "I love you too." "So, when am I gonna get to meet your parents?" "Yeah, about that," she said cautiously. "I'm not sure you wanna meet them." "Why?" "They come from what they call 'old money'." "And what is old money?" "Oil money. A long time ago my family invested in the Standard Oil Company, which as you know, blossomed into the biggest oil company in the nation. We have kept our shares in what it now Chevron and they have made what amounts to a metric shit ton of money." "Holy shit," I gasped. "You're filthy stinkin rich." "I'm not, but my family is. And because of that, I'm not sure they would approve of my being with someone they view as being of lesser class than them." "Well, I'm not worried. If you don't want me to meet them that's fine, but I'd still like to meet them." "If you say so, but don't say I didn't warn you," she said, kissing me. "Well, it looks like Carl is making an ass of himself again, we should probably go," I said, seeing Carl up on stage acting like a drunk fool. It took some work, but I managed to get him to leave. He was insisting on attempting a stage dive, which would have been funny if he wouldn't hurt others or damage the table he would have landed on. Now, I'm not saying my best friend getting hurt would be funny, but when you're being a drunk asshole, you deserve what you get. We got home and Jeanna helped me put Carl to bed. We sat down on the couch and talked for a while, well, the girls talked about wedding plans while I watched TV. Finally Jeanna went to bed, leaving Becky, Lauren and I to ourselves. Lauren quickly decided it was time for bed, and Becky and I followed shortly after. We held each other close, slipping away into the arms of Morpheus like we had never been apart. Carrying On Ch. 01 ******** Thanks for reading. More will be coming as I get time. 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