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“What makes you think he would turn me down?”
Christie asked, really wanting know why Sarah Jane would do
something so cruel.

“Come on, Christie, wake up and look at yourself.”
Sarah Jane said, her speech still a bit slurred.

“It would never occur to you that someone might like
me just the way I am?” Christie asked, safe in the knowledge that
Marcus already did.

“No. Let’s face it, whenever we go out men avoid you
like the plague,” she scoffed.

“Perhaps none of them were the right one for me.”

“And you think this soldier will be? Come on,
Christie stop deluding yourself. He is bound to be fit, he’s been
serving abroad, and it stands to reason he would be looking for
someone similar.”

“Well, I never was very good at reason.” A deep voice
spoke behind them.

Both women turned, Sarah Jane’s mouth fell open with
shock at seeing Marcus, only a sheet wrapped around him, standing
in Christie’s bedroom doorway. Recovering quickly she stood up
straight and hitched her skirt up a little bit higher. Then she
shakily went over to Marcus with her hand held out.

“Nice to meet you, Christie has told me all about
you.”

Marcus shook her hand and shook it politely before
trying to pull away, but Sarah Jane held on uncomfortably long.
Christie could imagine the expression on her face, batting her
eyelashes and pouting slightly. For a moment she was worried it
would have the usual effect of grabbing any man’s attention. But
not Marcus, he dropped her hand firmly and then slid past her to
come and stand by Christie.

“It was nice meeting you, but we are a little busy
right now, isn't that right honey?” He wrapped his big strong arms
around her waist, squeezing her tight and raising a thumb to stroke
under Christie's breast. A very slight movement, but one that was
not wasted on Sarah Jane.

Christie covered his hand with her own, squeezing it
appreciatively. “Yes. Sarah Jane if you don’t mind, Marcus has come
a long way to find me. No thanks to you.”

Sarah Jane looked greedily at Marcus, Christie knew
how jealous she must be, a man like him being more interested in
the “fat girl” must really rankle. Yet, Christie had no sympathy
for the woman who nearly cost her happiness. Looking once more at
the two of them together, Sarah Jane knew she was beaten.

“I’ll let myself out, you two have fun,” she said,
and left Christie's apartment. Slamming the door behind her.

Christie turned to Marcus. “I guess we know what
happened to the letter.”

“How did she get her hands on it?” Marcus asked.

Christie thought for a moment. “I’m not sure; she
must have looked in my mailbox. Not much of a friend was she?”

“It doesn’t matter now, we've found each other
despite her interfering, now doesn’t that tell you something?”

“I should find better friends?” she quipped, trying
to avoid the devastating look he was giving her.

“No, silly.” He lifted her chin so she couldn’t avoid
him. “That we are meant to be together.”

He dipped his head and kissed her, a soft passionate
kiss that made her knees feel weak. Feeling her cling to him he
bent down and lifted her up, carrying her back to the bedroom. No
one had ever swept her off her feet before, and she wanted to stay
in his arms for ever, he made her feel like a real woman.

Laying her down gently on the bed he slid next to
her, the sheet falling from him. Then he undid her robe and began
to kiss her large breasts, every last inch, until she was gasping
for air. The feeling of need had returned, her sex already wet and
ready for him.

Sliding her hand down she wrapped it around his thick
cock and stroked him, slowly. He showed his pleasure by sucking
hard on her nipples until they were stiff peaks. The feel of his
hand across her thigh made her open her legs for him to gain access
to her heated need. His fingers slipping into her sex, enticing her
with their touch.

This time he did not make her wait; he moved onto his
back and to her horror helped her to straddle him.

“I’ve never done it like this before,” she
admitted.

“This is a night of new experiences, my love. Trust
me, you will enjoy it.”

“I don't know how I’m supposed to move,” she said
still worried. “Will you teach me?”

“Of course, we can learn how we fit together.” He
held his cock and guided it into her.

Slowly she eased herself down onto him. The head of
his cock felt strange as it butted up against her entrance. His
hands went to her hips and he helped her take him slowly, his cock
sliding into her, deeper and deeper. She groaned at the feel of
him, he filled her and stretched her tight sex, something that he
seemed to appreciate.

One thing she learnt about riding him like this was
the way she could watch his face, the expressions of pleasure their
lovemaking brought to his features, and right now he looked very
pleased. His mouth was slightly open, his breath coming in shallow
burst as he fought to gain control of himself. All this time she
took more and more of him inside her.

At last she sat astride him, his cock buried as deep
as it could go. For one moment she stayed still and took in the
feel of him, the head of his cock so deep. Then his hands
encouraged her to move, following his lead she rose up onto her
knees, feeling him slide out of her, and then she let herself down
until he was buried deep in her. The control she had over him was
wonderful, she began to enjoy it, rising up until only the tip of
his cock was inside her, and then she eased herself down a little,
before rising back up.

This drove him wild; in the end her gripped her hips
firmly and thrust up into her hard, his hips rising off the
bed.

She smiled at the look of relief on his face; he
really did find her body pleasurable. Her orgasm grew, fuelled by
his obvious desire for her. The thrill of having him inside her was
tremendous; she began circling her hips so he stretched her in an
exquisite way, the walls of her sex yielding for him.

His thumb brushed her clit, he moved it so every time
he was fully inside her it touched the sensitive little nub. She
got the hint, he wanted to be inside her, and she wanted him to
stroke her there. For now she sat fully on him and rocked backwards
and forwards on his cock instead.

“That is wonderful,” he told her, and she had to
agree. She felt so close to him, as if they were one and the same,
an amazing feeling since she had only seen him for the first time a
few hours ago. But there was more between them than those few
hours, and she thought of all the things they had shared on paper,
and a new intimacy took over her.

Christie tightened the muscles of her sex to grip him
tighter, causing him to take a sharp intake of air, still gripping
him she moved, slowly and deliberately, making him groan as his
orgasm closed in on him. This time he came first, his seed spurting
deep inside her, the power of his climax so strong.

The feel of his cock pulsing inside her tipped her
over the edge. Her sex contracted around him and she came, throwing
her head back and crying out with ecstasy. The two of them were
lost in the moment, both so wrapped up in the other it was as
though they were one entity.

Christie used small, strong movements, milking his
cock of its seed. His hands on her breasts and her clit making her
body a seething mass of nerves. She leaned forward and braced
herself against him, she was starting to lose control, and all she
could think about was how wonderful it was to have him inside
her.

Then the feelings slowly subsided, he lifted himself
up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close while she
still sat impaled on his huge cock.

They stayed like this for a long while, stroking each
other's heated skin. Then, without a word they lay down and fell
asleep in each other's arms, content that when they woke they could
repeat the experience again and again.

***

Christie prised her eyes open; unaware of what day it
was, let alone the time. They had woken in the night and he had
taken her again, and he said she was insatiable! The thought of it
brought a new heat to her body, he had lain behind her and taken
her from behind, leaving his hands free to rub between her legs,
and massage her sore and sensitive breasts.

Reaching behind her she felt a sudden jab of panic,
he wasn't there. She tried to calm herself, it wasn’t a dream, and
her sore body told her that their lovemaking had been very real.
She grabbed a robe and pushed herself stiffly off the bed.

Then her body relaxed, she could hear him in the
kitchen. After visiting the bathroom she made her way out to find
him preparing breakfast.

“I hope you like eggs, funny, I know so much about
you, but not what you like for breakfast,” he said, putting a plate
down and scooping some eggs out for her.

“It would be boring if we knew everything about each
other, I’m just glad we know the important stuff.”

He smiled at her and passed the plate, grabbing one
of his own and coming to sit next to her.

He kissed her head and they sat side by side enjoying
each other's company over breakfast. As they ate Christie
remembered the letter.

“Can I read the letter now?” she asked him.

“After it caused so much trouble I’m wondering if it
might be better to simply destroy it.”

“I would really like to read it.” She watched his
face, sure he blushed even under that tanned skin.

“But, if you don’t want me too, I’ll understand.”

“It’s just that when I wrote it I never thought I
would be sat with you when you read it.”

She tried to hide her disappointment. “OK. No
problem.” She scooped up some egg and ate it. “These are great
eggs,” she said, trying to change the subject.

“Thanks, when you’ve lived on your own as long as I
have you learn to cook.” He ate his breakfast too.

They chatted about little things, and avoided the
subject of the letter, but it hung over them.

“Right,” said Christie, after she had finished. “I
need a shower.”

With that she disappeared into the bathroom leaving
Marcus happily washing up. It felt good to feel the water cascading
over her body; she washed her hair too, feeling much better by the
time she had finished.

With a towel wrapped around her body, and one around
her hair, she went back to the bedroom trying to decide if it was
worth getting dressed. She hoped Marcus had some ideas that
involved them both being naked. When she sat down on the bed to dry
her hair she noticed a handwritten note.

Her heart sank, panic washed over her, he had left
because she had tried to pressure him into letting her read the
letter. Reaching for the note she could hardly bear to read it, but
when she picked it up the letter was under it.

The note simply said, “I’m sorry, I guess I’m still
not good at letting my feelings be known. So I have left the letter
for you to read, take your time.

Marcus.”

With trembling hands she picked up the letter and
opened it carefully. She smiled at his familiar handwriting, having
forgotten how much she had missed reading it. Then she began to
read.

“To my dearest, Christie,

I have struggled to find the words to tell you how
much you have come to mean to me. Your letters have made my time
here easier. Your warmth and humour has been like a shining beacon
of hope, hope that there is a life for me filled with something I
have never truly experienced before. Love.

As I have told you my childhood was not easy, and it
has left me reserved where relationships are concerned. Yet through
writing to you I have learned more about myself, particularly my
emotions, than I could ever have hoped.

My father always told me that emotions make you weak
and vulnerable, I believe you have shown me they can also make you
stronger.

I know you have had a rough time too, with the death
of your parents, so I live with the hope that we can find,
together, the love that we both miss. I want to be with you, to
make a family with you. I know it sounds stupid, and I pray I don’t
frighten you away with these words. Forgive me if they are not
appropriate, but I live with the hope you feel the same way.

So I am asking you, if you feel the same way, to meet
me when I return home. There is no pressure, but please at least
give us a chance. I am willing to take things as slow as you need,
after all we have forever.

Yours forever,

Marcus”

It was shorter than his usual letters but said
everything she needed to hear. She felt exactly the same way, even
though she knew it was crazy, but isn't that what love was supposed
to be. Crazy.

Christie reread the letter, and thought she should
write him a reply, as she always had, but then she realised they
had passed that point. The letters had made it easy for them to say
things neither of them ever had the courage to say in person, now
it was time for them to take things further.

If they truly were going to spend the rest of their
lives together and start a family, this made her smile, then they
had to learn to communicate honestly and unashamedly face to
face.

Not wanting to put it off now she had made her
decision she went to find him, still wrapped in only a towel.

He was still in the kitchen, cleaning the already
clean surfaces. “Marcus,” she said. “I love everything you wrote,
and I want us to be together too. I already love you. I want to
spend the rest of my life finding out about you, for real.” Then
she went to him.

He folded her into his arms. “I love you too,
Christie.” He let out a long drawn out breath. “I’ve never said
that to a woman before.”

She reached up and stroked his face, “I hope you will
say it to me everyday for the rest of our lives.”