The first step off the airplane was a doozy. Not because it was steep, or because it had been a twelve hour flight. No. It was because of the enormity of what he had left behind.
It had been nine months since he had set foot in American soil. It had been nearly 13 years since the war in Afghanistan had begun and now here they were, the last combat unit to be pulled out from Afghanistan, setting foot on the tarmac.
As he stepped down from the plane, shouldering his seabag with one hand, he looked up at the sky. It was done. He was home. He had survived five combat tours. Two of them in Afghanistan. He'd served twelve whole years in the Marine Corps. Now, in three weeks time, his enlistment was ending.
A high pitched squeal met his ears and he looked back across the tarmac. A little girl, no more than eight, had spotted her daddy. He smiled and stepped aside, getting out of the way of the Marines behind him as their tear-stained and smiling families streamed towards them.
Staff Sergeant Samuel F. Zwolinski had no one waiting for him.
He made his way alone through the terminal and outside once again. A package of Marlboros had somehow found its way into his hands from one of his myriad pockets. He flopped down onto a bench, dropped his bag at his feet, and flipped his cover from his head, lighting up in almost record time. That first inhale calmed him. The following slow exhale, centered him. It was like some sort Oriental breathing ritual. Finding his center and shaking off the cares of the world. Or something.
Passersby stopped to thank him for his service and he would stand to shake their hands and fake a smile for them. Really he just wanted to finish his cigarette before the long bus ride back to base.
More families would be waiting there. Only a few of them ever came out to the airport. He knew the routine. He'd seen it plenty of times. He also knew that his family wouldn't be there.
His mom hated flying. His dad was trying to run a business. His siblings had their own lives. He'd even stopped telling them when he was due back exactly. Just promised that he'd be home in Idaho sometime in the next month. He'd been serving for over a decade now. This sort of thing was routine by now.
No. He'd finish his cigarette. Go back to base. Finish his enlistment and then go home and try to put his life back together.
He took another drag on his cigarette, savoring it for a moment. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back before exhaling upwards, a geyser of smoke.
"Staff Sergeant Zee?" a familiar voice addressed him and he looked up to see a young Lance Corporal standing at parade rest before him.
"Relax Tompkins," Sam said, waving the kid off. They were off base, he didn't have to be so uptight. "What is it?"
The Lance Corporal gratefully adopted a more natural posture. "I didn't mean to interrupt you Staff Sergeant," said Tompkins, "But there's this really cute girl and I think she's looking for you."
Sam sat up a little straighter and knit his brows. What the hell was this kid talking about? No one in his family even knew when he was getting back.
Tompkins saw the look and gestured over near the terminal. "She's right over there," he said.
Sam stood up and looked over where Tompkins was gesturing. Sure enough, there was a young woman, holding a piece of cardboard with his name scrawled across it in big letters. She looked somewhat distraught, turning about and trying to make sure everyone possible saw her sign.
"Thanks Tompkins," said Sam. "I'll take it from here."
"Of course, Staff Sergeant," said Tompkins nodding before backing away and then sprinting off to catch up with his friends.
Sam approached her slowly. He had no idea who this girl was. Her back was to him now as she stood and tried to flag down a couple of Marines walking by. They weren't paying attention and her shoulders slumped in defeat.
She wasn't a typical Californian girl. She was blonde, naturally so, and fair skinned. No tan to speak of. She was thin, but healthy. Plenty of curve to her body, especially where it mattered. She was about five foot four-ish. Her breasts were small, B-cups at best, but they complimented the rest of her figure perfectly. And that ass was amazing. Just the right amount of curve to it.
Yet, she was dressed rather modestly. A pink jacket, zipped up with the sleeves pushed above her elbows. Her jeans weren't too tight, but fit her just right. They weren't low rise either, hitting her hips just perfectly.
She turned, flashing her sign in his direction.
Her face was slightly familiar and yet completely unknown, all at the same time.
She caught sight of him. A smile spread across her lips and she dropped her sign.
"You're home!" She shouted, drawing the attention of several nearby Marines. She sprinted the last few steps towards him and threw her arms around him.
Sam looked up. The Marines were looking at him, some had even paused mid-conversation. Since when had Staff Sergeant Zee ever had anyone waiting for him?
"Um, yes...I am," said Sam doing his best to disentangle himself from her arms. "I uh..." he was lost for words as he pulled her off of him and stepped back slightly. "I'm sorry but, who are you?"
His men were used to him being calm headed, stoic, and cool under-pressure. Right now his face was red with embarrassment.
The girl looked at him. She was startled at first. He got the feeling that he should recognize her. She clearly knew him. Her forehead scrunched in frustration and disappointment as she looked up at him.
That look.
He knew that look. It reminded him of another young woman. Another blonde haired, green-eyed woman. His ex-wife had looked so much like this girl when they'd first met.
Their divorce had been amicable. They'd remained friends and her family still supported him. He'd even given her his blessing when she got remarried.
But this girl.
This girl had been his pen pal for years now. The gangly little sister of his ex-wife. The nerdy-bookworm of a teenager that had been a bridesmaid in their wedding. She'd written him for years now. She'd even asked him when he was going to be home in her last letter. She was the only one he'd told. He'd completely forgotten about it. In his mind she was still the same wispy little teenager that hadn't gotten her driver's license until she was eighteen.
This gorgeous young woman in front him was...what? All of twenty-three years old now? She'd become a full on goddess now.
But if she'd changed this much, then surely he'd changed too. How had she even recognized him? He'd lost a lot of weight since they'd last met. He was balding early but kept his hair buzzed to try and hide it.
He could see it in her eyes. She was studying him. His face, every little detail. For a brief moment a sadness flashed in her eyes and then was gone. What had she seen?
"Penelope?" he said at last, still slightly dumbfounded.
Her eyes brightened instantly and a smile spread across her face.
"No way," he said incredulously. "You're...you're so...I mean..." he struggled to convey his thoughts without putting his foot in his mouth.
"So what?" she asked, looking up at him with those soul-piercing green eyes.
"Just...Wow!" he blurted out.
She blushed and looked down.
"You look pretty good too," she said. "Glad to see you didn't get hurt." She paused and shut her eyes, sighing deeply before speaking again. "I was stupid to come down here. I'm sorry. Just, when you didn't get off the plane right away I was worried something had happened."
Her eyes threatened tears and he panicked, grabbing her tightly in a hug.
"I'm alright. I just didn't think anyone would be waiting here for me, least of all you. I didn't realize..." his voice trailed off as he remember a line from her last letter.
See you when you come back!
She was being literal. Realizing he was still holding her, and that little Zee was threatening to stand at attention and salute her, he pulled back somewhat suddenly, and tried his best to adjust his uniform as he changed the topic.
"So, how's.. how's school? You're - what, a junior in college now?" He looked around now, realizing with much relief that everyone was back to paying attention to their own messes.
It took her a minute to regain her composure. Coming here, she was a college student, her third year respected among her peers and currently holding a job as night manager at a local hotel. She had her shit together. When she met up with him again, she was back to being that little teenaged girl who had a crush on her big sister's husband.
She knew, thanks to a class in psychology, that with friends and family you were always treated as the age that the two of you met. In that line of questioning, she'd always think of him as a hunky man who was not right in the head for marrying her sister, and he'd always think of her as just a nerdy confused girl with a cute crush.
That's what psychology said, but his eyes said something else.
The way his letters had read too, once a week at least, for the past three years. Double when he was deployed. He always treated her as an adult, as her own person. Respected her for her choices, and never mentioned her sister.
He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, and kept trying to pry them away to see what everyone else was doing. Moving slowly, waiting for the buses.
"Wait one," he said holding a finger up to her before she could answer, and headed over to the gunnery sergeant in charge of the 'operation.' Quickly ascertaining that he had time for a meaningful conversation he approached her again, all smiles.
"Sorry. Just making sure we had time to catch up here."
"Oh.. Oh! Well, I have the next few days off, and can afford to skip a couple classes, so I was going to follow you back to base and - uh.." She trailed off.
He smiled. "That's very sweet of you Penelope. You didn't have to come down here - waste your free time on an old marine -"
She interrupted him rather quickly, "You're only 30."
He chuckled sadly, "Feels like 82."
He gestured to a nearby bench and sat down next to her, about a person and a half away from her. "My knees are shoddy, back is killing me, the hand where I was hit with that shrapnel aches any time there is rain, and pretty sure my intestines have turned rebellious on me as well." He sat back and watched her eyes as she took all that information in.
"You're right. You are old," she grinned.
He playfully poked her in the side. He did treat her like the adult woman she was, but there were some mannerisms that couldn't be helped. He paused and realized it was inappropriate, trying to apologize she stopped him with a very contented smile.
"I'm actually glad, I was afraid this was going to be awkward. I... I know it has to be for you, to talk to me after you and my sister split ways. And you could've always turned my letters down and just ignored me. But you always wrote back, even during the complaints and long winded rants about math professors being immensely boring or my chemistry teacher being excessively grabby-"
"Remind me to beat him.." he said with a suggestively violent tone.
"It was a her."
His head shot back to look at her and judge if she was pulling his leg. Nope.
Trying to alleviate the awkwardness he decided to push it into full on awkward mode. "Oh.. So.. Take pictures then?"
"She was about three hundred pounds," She said trying to keep her face void of any expression but a hint of a smile still crept onto her face.
He threw up his hands in defeat. "Damnit, so, back to beating some one up then. You ok from that - uh.. Teacher?"
"Oh yeah, no harm no foul. We all get a little lonely."
And that just brought his thought train full circle back to the train station.
"Yeah, speaking of.. I have to say I was replying mostly in a... selfish manner. I don't speak with many people outside of work and.. Not much family these days so, yeah. Touch bit of the loneliness. I'm sorry if you think I took advantage, but you weren't the only one feeling a bit lonely."
For a brief moment he thought the revelation had killed her respect for him. But her hand intertwined with his suddenly brought a new spark to it.
"Of course you were. Sam, I.." She grinned and looked away from his face and down at her feet. "Of course you were. How could you not be? It's a very lonely job."
Wise beyond her years. He thought to himself as he looked around him. Three hundred something marines on that deployment, and except for a few joking buddies and the conversations to get them all through the day, he had been completely alone for the better part of the deployment. Only time he had felt like he belonged in quite possibly a long time, was when her hand was in his.
"I uh..." He tried to breathe and found it a bit hard for the air to find his lungs. "You uh.. Tell your sister you came down to see me?"
"She encouraged it. She knew I was writing you, was a bit shocked a couple weeks ago when she found out that what started when I was still a kid, writing you whenever you were deployed had increased to being your pen pal no matter where you were, and still were. Regardless of both our jobs and other work." She didn't finish with what her sister had said to her, and flushed red with embarrassment at the words of 'encouragement' she had uttered.
"How is she? I mean really, she tells me some things but I think she tries to shield me still so I don't worry."
Not really wanting to talk about her sister too much, she gave up some information but told him that otherwise she was doing fine, trying to keep his attention focused on the here and now, just like Julie had told her.
"You have leave for a couple days after this right?" She asked quietly. It took him a minute to realize just what exactly she'd said.
"Yes, just gotta get out of the formation then out of this uniform then I'm home free for a couple of days before I gotta go back and finish signing my gear back in. Getting out in a couple of weeks."
"Mind if I keep you company?" She stated. It was a bold statement but it was obvious from the way she held herself, she was struggling to keep up her persona of having everything together.
"I'd love that." He said without thinking. Though, he couldn't even pretend to think he wanted to retract those words. He did have to give her the heads up though. "I uh.. You can't stay on base though and I would rather not stay on base anyways -"
"I have an apartment - um.. A couple hours away." She offered, then suddenly came to a really awkward thought.
"Good, can I crash with you for the next few days?"
"Yes.. I.. umm.." She was going to mention she only had the one room, and just a small twin bed and a recliner chair, but thought that she'd tackle that problem when they got down the road.
"Good to go, Penelope.." He paused and looked around. "Give me the address, and I'll meet you there? I've got quite a bit of work to do when I get back to the base before I dismiss myself."
"Sure, of course!" She nearly blurted excitedly. Pausing and clenching her fist around her jeans she tried to get her shit together. "I'll text it to you." She said then gave him her information, and in exchange he gave her his.
With that, the buses arrived shortly after, they said their goodbyes and he impatiently road out back to the base and retrieved his gear. Where as the last couple of deployments had always gotten him down from their distinct lack of anyone giving a shit about him coming home, he couldn't stop but keep smiling to himself as he was dismissed from formation. He couldn't stop smiling as he put his gear away and returned to the Bachelor's Enlisted Quarters and dressed into something a bit more comfortable and packed enough gear for the weekend.
Reclaiming his phone and putting it on the charger was his first priority. Secondly he packed as he waited for it to get enough of a charge before he placed a call to an old contact he had kept in his phone for five years but never once used.
"Hey, is uh.. Julie there? Yeah? Hey - it's me. Uh - Sam. Nice to hear your voice too Julie" he said in reply to her shock and compliment.
"Hey Sam? What's going on?"
He felt like his red face could be seen from the moon.
"I um, well ok - I just got back home. And your sister was there to meet with me and she invited me to her apartment to stay the weekend, and I don't think anything will happen but if it makes ANYTHING at all weird between us, or God forbid between you and her I'll step aside right now and tell her I can't -"
"No. No Sam, I told her to ask you out. You guys have been corresponding for how long?"
"On and off since you and I were married, but it got really serious about three years ago, when she started college and needed advice - I.."
"You were lonely. And she was lonely and needed help. And she went to you because she loves you."
That last sentence just about hit him harder than two megaton neutron bomb. "She.. Uh.. What?"
"Oh hush, you know she does. Hell you probably love her too, just won't admit it because you don't want to hurt her. I really missed that about you. Chivalrous to the end."
He was speechless.
"Trust me, nothing is weird between us. I gotta go, my wife just came home and needs help with the groceries. I love you Sam. Keep safe ok?"
The silence after the phone call was just about deafening. What was even more maddening was Julie's last couple sentences of encouragement. The questions resounding from that last paragraph of dialogue between he and his ex-wife rattled through his head. Did she? Really? Did he? Really??
Of course he did. The answer was quicker than he expected, and he wasn't half as blown away as he thought he'd be by it. And she did too. It was obvious to everyone except him apparently. He finished packing the few shirts and pants and clean underwear he head kept in his locker in the shop, and headed out.
He knew where the area was, and hitched a ride from one of his co-workers to about halfway there, before he got a cab and went the rest of the way there. Texting her when he was about ten minutes out.
He got out of the cab, stumbled around lost for a bit before being flagged down by Penelope in her second story apartment window. He all but flew up to the top of the stairs and before he could knock she opened the door and greeted him with a feast for his eyes.
Her hair was let down and loose from the pony tail it had been in earlier, coming down to her shoulders, and almost resting on them. Her dress on the other hand. Blue as the sky, and while parts of her shoulders were exposed the dress had sleeves which came up to between her forearms and elbows, the blue in the dress itself amplified the blue in her eyes and accentuated the very female forms of her body, and there he was standing stupidly at the door, pretty sure his mouth was ajar and his tongue hang lying on the floor.
He was wearing a polo shirt and some beat up old jeans while she had dressed up and definitely been planning this for sometime. He felt so completely out of place and that Penelope was undoubtedly out of his league.
And there he was, rocking some of the best fitting jeans she'd ever seen. His shirt was ironed and crisp, he smelt of a fresh shower and definitely the hint of some nice aftershave.
He'd even gone and shaved the stubble he'd gained from the flight over from Europe. And here she was, in a hand me down dress she'd managed to borrow from her friend Tracey at the last minute. God, she felt so out of place and there was no doubt that Sam was completely out of her league.
"I.. uh.. Damn. Penelope you didn't have to dress up for me - I.. feel really under dressed now." He stated as he tried his best to keep nervous ticks from taking over and he started twiddling his fingers or kicking invisible rocks on the door step of her apartment.
"Oh? This old thing I-" she shook her head immediately as she said that. "Sorry, no I just borrowed this from my friend, I wanted to impress you - I - come in! Please!"
He grinned at her as he stepped past the threshold, trying his best not to get an erection from the combined sights and smells that were Penelope A. Geer.
P.a.ge. As he had referred to her when she was younger, when everyone else called her penny or Pen-y-lope.
She was Page, or Paige to him.
"Penelope... Page.." She seemed to stumble a little when he called her that for the first time, out loud. "you look absolutely stunning I - are you sure you want me here?" he said in a slightly humor full question.
His eyes dazzled at her, she could tell he was using his humor as a mask to try and hide his feelings. He truly did question her for some reason, as to why he was here.
"Of.. Of course I want you here Sam! I've been wishing for you to come home for so long, and.. To see you. Finally." She shook her head. "No, for you to see ME. For who I am now." She stepped closer to him. "I'm so glad you're home Sam." She whispered lowly.
His throat was tighter than his pants at this point as he inched closer to her.
"Pen... Penelope" He said and brushed a single strand of blonde hair from her face and did the unthinkable. His body was taking over and shutting his mind out of the thought process for the moment, and he held her cheek in his left hand as he urged her gently closer to him with his right, and into his embrace as he kissed her gently on the lips.
The kiss slowly increased in intensity, then sparked as soon as the two of them came to the sudden realization that this is what they'd been building up to for so long.
"Penelope." He stuttered under his breath.
"Sam.." She replied gently.
"I think, I think we need to take it a little slow."
"Yes.. Yes.." She said with increased excitement, then realized what he had said and looked at him incredulously. "Then maybe," she smirked. "you should tell your hand that too?"
He finally realized where his hand had wandered off to. He looked down slowly, realizing the offending member had not only trailed down below her belt line, but had also hiked up her dress and was currently rubbing her inner thigh as if it were a polished golden lamp that could grant him three wishes.
"Yes. I will need to have a talk with him.." He looked back at her now with a quizzical grin.
"So I can assume the lack of protests means you like this?" He said continuing to rub her. She only moaned in response.
He had wanted to quit, to slow down and maybe take her to dinner first, but dinner would have to wait. It'd been so long since he had done something like this, he was already bursting at the seams, and he could tell she was wired to go at any moment as well. He slid the hand in between her legs and rested it firmly on her trimmed mound, her anticipation already soaking through her underpants.
"Samuel!" She nearly cried out as she bit her lip. "Samuel.. Sammy.. The door.. The door".
He looked back and confirmed that indeed they had left the door open. With a swift backward kick he closed the door with a gentle slam, without ever once leaving the warmth of her pussy. This, somewhat weird talent for closing doors while fondling her must've triggered something within her psyche because it lead to an immediate reward as she shuddered slightly.
He couldn't take it anymore and peaked aside her underpants. For all her womanly behavior, the bright yellow panties seemed a bit out of place on her adding another bit of cutesiness to her persona. His roughed up and beaten hand skillfully found her sex, and as his index finger began to enter her, causing her to clench onto him even tighter, his thumb began to rub up and down her little pink clitoris.
"Shit.. Sam, I.."
"Language, young lady." He stated quietly and kissed her lips gently as she wrapped her left arm around his neck and braced herself with her right hand by placing it upon his hip.
"Shut up and finger fuck me." She breathed heavily, and in that instant she was greeted with just that. It wasn't very long before his hand was soaked and she'd shivered her way through yet another orgasm.
She started to hike the dress up over her head, pulling it off and discarding it on the recliner as quickly as possible, returning her hands back to their needy grabbing of his masculine body as soon as she could get them there.
"You're so hot Sam.. I.. I can't control myself.."
He started to slow his pace just a little and nuzzled her neck with his face.
"Don't hold back," He coaxed and she responded immediately by unzipping his pants, and pressing her hand against his swollen member.
"Oh trust me, I won't." she grinned devilishly and began to undo his pants and belt with a bit of help from his free hand. He would've stopped her but at this point, he was aching so badly he couldn't say no to her gentle grasp. His voice rattled a little as her cool thin fingers slowly clasped the heat of his cock and pulled him free from his boxers.
"Jesus," she inhaled sharply "It's huge!"
In that moment he came to two realizations. One. She was a virgin who'd probably never seen or at the very least touched a grown man's penis. Two, he was not going to last long at all with the way she fondled and held him. "Penelope.. I.."
She smiled knowing full well she was having an affect on him. She kept massaging his quivering member.
"You going to come for me Zee?"
He shuddered a little when she called him that, and could only nod in response as his voice had fled him as his pleasure began to peak.
She hesitated, but knew what he needed to send him over. She didn't know why he needed it, how he could ever find her that attractive, but as he was standing there, fingering her as she jerked him off , eyes closed tightly, she understood two things.
One, he was trying to keep her pure in his head, that maybe he was doing something wrong here and taking advantage of her. Two, she was not going to last long at all with the way he was fondling and holding her.
"Look at me Sam."
His eyes darted open and caught her gaze, so loving and warm, before immediately noticing how much of her was exposed to him. Skin, just everywhere he looked was skin, only thing keeping her from complete nudity was the mismatched black bra firmly hugging her breasts and the yellow panties now bunched to one side to provide access for Samuel's hand.
She whispered to him ever so gently, "Unhook my bra please?"
With a tender caress of his cheek she moved him into a kiss as his free hand slowly fumbled with the clasp of her bra and then tossed it to join the other clothing on the recliner.
He drank her in. His hand, now caressed her naked back as he pushed forward against her, his right hand continuing its task of pleasuring her with renewed vigor, adding a second finger.
His breath became ragged, as he realized it had been longer than two tours since he'd had any quality time with a member of the opposite sex, possibly even longer.
Could've been since... and it donned on him. Unconsciously he had stopped his frivolous pursuits of the one night stand variety around the same time that her letters picked up in pace and intensity.
Her third shudder of the night snapped him out of his thought process as she clenched onto his shoulder with her left hand and relaxed her grip on his cock with her right. As she panted against him, still aftershocks rumbling through her body from the last orgasm.
He looked at her as he had done so many other times that day, this time his eyes sparkled with something she couldn't place a finger on. Awe?
"What..." She half moaned, slowly recovering from what he'd done to her.
"What are you thinking about?" She moved her hands up slowly tugging at his yellow and white striped polo shirt, and lifted it over his head with his hesitant cooperation.
"I..." He stumbled not really knowing how to put it in words. "Trumpets."
"Wait... What?" She asked, tossing his shirt casually across the room before pressing her naked breasts against his bare chest.
"The song. By Jason De...uh... De-r...something-"
"Derulo?"
"Yes. That guy. The song... Trumpets... 'every time, you get undressed... I hear symphonies in my head... something, something, something... The drums they swing low and the trumpets they go..." And then he tried his own personal imitation of a trumpet, eliciting a giggle turned outright laughter on her part.
"I guess I wouldn't have ever thought of it quite like that. Not sure if the song does it any justice..." She kissed his chest and slid her hand down to grasp his heated member.
"It may not-" He gasped as she started to pump him again "...but that song is the closest thing to how I feel right now," he said looking back into her eyes. "Of course it doesn't even come close to describing you right now."
She couldn't take it anymore. The excitement and passion was bubbling over. She quickly scrambled to the floor, kneeling in front of him and gazing up at him.
"Cum for me Samuel," She whispered huskily. "Cum on me staff sergeant, mark me as yours..." She looked up at him as she started to pump with both hands now.
He stood, greedily licking her juices from his fingers before tangling them in her hair. She grinned wickedly as she hummed the tune to Trumpets as best she could.
"No one has done it before you know?"
"Done...done what, Penelope?" He asked, panting as he grew nearer to orgasm.
"Cum on my chest. This chest is a virgin, much like the rest of me." She paused, feeling him tensing up, "and I want you to have it Samuel. Just you."
"Fuck!" He gasped as his instincts took over where her words left off and he thrust vigorously into her awaiting hands. "Cumming! I'm cumming, Penelope... Penny... I'm..."
Straining with the effort of it all he clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip as he reached his climax and cascaded into the most powerful ejaculation he'd ever experienced.
"Sorry," He gasped, his chest heaving as he looked down at the cum soaked woman in front of him.
"No need to apologize Sam," She leaned forward and sucked on the head of his penis a little, cleaning it of his cum.
"I wanted it," She swallowed, "I needed it."
"Let's clean you off," he said as he helped her to her feet and kissed her. "And thank you."
"You don't have to, I wanted to," she protested.
"For loving me," He said, searching her eyes.
She stopped short and blushed. Suddenly feeling strangely embarrassed as she stood their quietly letting him dry her off with a towel. It wasn't until he'd finished that she finally found her voice again.
"I do. Sam, I do love you."
"I know." He leant in and enveloped her lips with his before stopping and looking her in the eyes once more, "And I love you too."
-15 minutes later -
The Smell of their impromptu sex filled the apartment as they quietly got dressed. Sam felt changed. He'd finally come to terms with something that he'd been unconsciously suppressing for all these years.
He loved this girl. Despite the age difference he felt a connection to her. He'd always loved her, he realized that now. He glanced over at her as she pulled her clothing on.
His heart fluttered every time their eyes met. He was a battle-hardened warrior who'd spent most of his life alone. He was nothing but a stupid jarhead that was more familiar with his rifle than he was with the female body. Hell, his ex-wife had better luck with women than he did.
But here he was in the presence of an attractive, funny, smart, and sexy young woman. How her hands fit around him, how she had so expertly stroked him...the thought of it sent shivers down his spine.
Could they have something? Or were they doomed to fail just like every other relationship he'd ever had? Wouldn't she be more comfortable with someone closer to her own age?
"Everything ok?" She asked him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah. No, it's fine. I...Sorry, my thoughts just go off on their own sometimes," he mumbled.
She'd heard of it before. The thousand yard stare. He'd be talking to someone and seemingly look straight through them. Or at least that was the idea, he hadn't done it in front of her or to her. At least, not until now.
"I...I didn't overstep any bounds did I?" She asked.
"What? No, of course not, Penelope. I-I really enjoyed that...You're just...Sooo..." Words failed him. Beautiful? Attractive? Sexy? Amazing? "-Hot."
Yeah no, that was definitely not the right thing to say.
"...that was really lame." he muttered as he shook his head, disappointed in himself.
She blushed. "I...uh...Really? I mean...thank you, Sam. That means quite a bit coming from you."
He felt his throat tighten.
"The real reason I'm having such a difficult time is..." He shook his head and sat down on the arm of the recliner. "Me? Really? I'm like seven years older than you. There's gotta be plenty of guys your age for you to fool around with..." He immediately regretted the choice of words.
Her brow furrowed and angrily looked down at the floor.
"I really like you, Samuel. I have since I met you. You were ALWAYS kind to me and you treated me like an equal, never like a kid."
She hesitated before finishing. She had to make sure he knew what she meant. She approached him as he sat, gently grabbed his hand and slid it into her jacket resting it between her breasts where her rapidly beating heart was nestled. "You are definitely what I want...even if you don't want me..."
"You. Are. Perfect. How could I not want you?" He said, standing up and holding her hands in either of his before kissing her gently.
"Then why? Why hesitate?" she asked as their lips parted.
It was more challenge than question.
She didn't want anymore excuses. She wanted him. Did he want her? Of course he did. Why else would he have kept writing to her for all those years? Then why was he hesitating? There was nothing stopping them. Nothing except for him.
The mental restraints he had placed on himself finally snapped.
She gasped as his left hand clasped her buttocks and pulled her closer. His lips captured hers, expressing all of his pent up passion in a hot, wet, kiss that left them both gasping for breath.
As she leaned into him, she could feel his hard bulge growing against her groin. kissing her with all the conviction in the world as the bulge in his pants rubbed up against her skirt covered groin. Her hands strayed downwards, fumbling with his belt as he continued to hold her. It only took a minute before she'd manage to free him once more.
Her actions only intensified his own movements. His hands slid up beneath her shirt, quickly unclasping her bra. They broke their kiss long enough for him to toss aside her shirt and then locked lips once more.
His hands gingerly massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel and the weight of them. Then he pulled back from their kiss and ducked his head down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He suckled wetly at her breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple, teasing it.
She cooed sweetly at the attention he was giving her and moved slightly, sliding her hand into his boxers and grasping hold of his rock hard member.
He released her nipple, leaning up and kissing her once more. Smiling, she met his kisses and pressed the band of his boxers downwards until gravity took over and they fell to the ground. He kicked them aside, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply as she continued to stroke him.
Stopping between kisses he whispered against her lips, "I Need you. I want you Penelope...So bad, I can't take this torture anymore."
She didn't have to be told twice. Kicking her shoes off, she grabbed his hand and sprinted the ten, or so, feet to the open bedroom door. She smiled cutely over her shoulder at him and took his hands in hers.
Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her. Lifting her off the ground a few inches, he kissed her lips as they blindly approached the bed. He broke the kiss as he lowered her the mattress where she proceeded to sprawl out on the bed before him.
He pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside and stood, naked, beside the bed. That moment seemed to stretch on for eternity.
And then it was over.
He was clambering onto the bed. His hands grasping at her skirt and panties, sliding them from her body in what felt like an agonizingly slow process. He needed her. Needed to feel her. To be a part of her.
"Samuel...please..." she breathed and their eyes locked, "fuck me."
A shudder of desire washed over him so strongly that he thought he might lose his mind. He climbed between her legs, holding his throbbing cock in one hand and preparing to guide himself into her throbbing pink slit.
Somewhere in the back of his mind an alarm went off and panic washed through him.
"Shit," He muttered, glancing around the room quickly.
"What's wrong?" She breathed heavily. The anticipation had left her breathless.
"Condom," He said, furrowing his brow and attempting to extricate himself from between her legs.
He felt her thighs tighten around him and she locked her ankles behind his back. He looked back, meeting her eager gaze.
She shook her head insistently and pulled him close with her legs. His throbbing cock was rubbing against her pussy now, and the contact elicited a moan from both of them.
"No condom," she said looking up at him. "I...I've been on birth control ever since you told me you were coming home."
He didn't need any other explanation. No further details. The moment she said "No Condom" he'd been ready.
He guided himself to her once more and met her eyes as he pressed himself inside.
She gasped sharply, wincing as he penetrated her. The pain pierced through her momentarily and then began to dull.
He stopped short. She really was a virgin. The fact that she waited for three years while in a college campus, filled with young virile men and women. Probably went on dates and all that and she was still a virgin. PROBABLY saving it for him? That just about made him lose it.
She recovered quickly, and cooed as he lay on top of her.
"You're amazing," she heard him say.
Even though he had already seen her naked, taken her virginity, and came on her chest and breasts, she still blushed at his compliment.
"Really, you are... so much self control. So much dedication."
He started to slowly move back and forth, and when she moaned in pleasure he slowly picked up speed.
"I will do," he said as he thrust into her, "everything I can," he kissed her neck, "to deserve this."
He felt her tighten around his cock and her back arched up off the bed as she shuddered. She was so close to orgasm.
He wasn't going to last long. It'd been nearly three years since the last time he'd had sex. But he had to try his best to hold on, to make her cum at least once.
With a shaky hand he located her clitoris and gently began to massage it.
"Cum for me Penny," he coaxed.
Something was different with his voice. He was shaky, on the precipice of pleasure and just about to be pushed over the edge. The realization that it was HER body doing this, that she had been the cause of him losing his cool and would be the reason why he came inside her...She bit her lip. "Fuck. Fuck! Sam.. Sammy...I'm..."
"Cum for me darling. I...I'm almost..." His thrusts became quicker and his breathing more labored.
She clamped down on him with her legs, instinctively trying to get him closer to her, preventing him from spilling himself anywhere but inside her virgin pussy.
With a grin and a grunt he reached up and held onto her left shoulder with his right hand, as his left hand grabbed her hip and anchored himself as he thrust into her.
"Cumming. Penny I'm cumming.."
"Yes! Yes!" She begged and let herself go. She could feel him starting to release inside her. A few quick thrusts then his pace slowed dramatically as he was slowly pumping the remaining cum into her awaiting pussy hole.
She held him tight to her, as if she was afraid he'd disappear from her. As soon as he had regained some strength he slid out of her, his semen mixed with her own juices slowly oozing out of her. He gazed into those marvelous green eyes of hers.
"You are fantastic," He panted, grabbing her hand and kissing it gently.
"I don't know what I expected," she said as She stretched out and cuddled up around him. "But I never expected my first time to be so..." She met his gaze, "awesome." She grinned and sat up next to him, starting to kiss him slowly.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want anymore. Hell, I could go again if you wanted to," She finished that thought by gently sucking his bottom lip.
He chuckled as she released him.
"Give me a couple of hours and you're on."
A bear like growl escaped from his stomach, followed by a similar one from her.
"After we've eaten, of course," he said with a chuckle.
She grinned wickedly.
"Plenty of time to get some take out, catch you up on the news then have you fuck my brains out."
His jaw nearly dropped. There was no way she had seen this as a mistake. And he couldn't either. There was not a single worry in his head that he'd made a mistake, except for not doing this sooner.
Cupping her face in his hands he kissed her gingerly, adding a little bit of tongue before breaking free. She grinned and rolled away from him, climbing out of bed as she went in search of cordless phone and the Chinese Takeout menu.
He stretched and stared up at the ceiling, a feeling of contentment washing over him.
"This is going to be the best weekend ever."
