Tricia's Army Sergeant: A Story of Passion & Awakening in Mid-Life (6 page)

Tears were streaming down Mark's face.

"Honey, I know he told you kids the same
thing the day he left last year."

Mark wiped his face with his hands. He
couldn't speak. He was trying hard not to sob.

"You miss him, I know. I miss him too, very
much."

"So what about, John?"

He was still angry and protective of his
mother.

"Honey, John's not trying to take Dad's
place. No one could ever take Dad's place. John just wants to be
with me. He likes me. Is that so hard to believe?"

Mark snorted.

"Mom, no, it's not hard to believe. Plenty of
men like you."

"Well, I like John, too. In fact, I think I
love him. I don't know why you don't trust my judgment. I chose
your father, didn't I? And he turned out to be a good man. Why
would I settle for someone less than him?"

Mark put his head down. His mother had made
her point. It was not up to him to choose for her. His job was to
support her and protect her if necessary. He reached out and pulled
her into a hug, burying his face in her neck. He lifted her off the
ground, balancing on his good leg.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I miss him," he cried and
cried in her arms.

***

By the time John pulled up in front of her
house, he'd been up for twenty-four hours. He was still in combat
dress. He was weary, but ready for what might be coming his way
from Tricia and her son. He was not going down without a fight.

Tricia burst out the front door. He felt his
stomach flip. She looked gorgeous in worn yoga pants and a T-shirt,
her body and her beauty shone through her simple clothes. She ran
into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she could. She pressed
firmly against him. His cock hardened. She still had a powerful
affect on his body, his mind and his heart. She'd become very
important to him

Mark appeared on the front steps, his big
muscular body hanging over the crutches.
This
kid needs a
girl
. John glared at him putting him on notice that he was back
and ready to kick his ass if he'd hurt Tricia in any way.

"John, how did you get here? I'm so happy to
see you, I missed you so much."

John was confused. He thought he was coming
home to mayhem. Tricia seemed fine and very happy to see him. Mark
came down the steps toward them. John actually felt nervous. He did
not want to have it out with Tricia's son.

Tricia was kissing him but he didn't respond.
He was on alert. His focus was on Mark. She could sense his
tension. She pulled away and realized he was staring down Mark. She
stepped aside and Mark extended his hand to John.

"Welcome home, Sergeant Major."

"Thanks Mark. How are you doing?" John eyed
him warily.

"Getting better. Mom's a good nurse."

"I'll bet."

"I'm sorry, Sergeant Major. I'm sorry for my
behavior towards you. I know I was disrespectful. I hope you can
overlook how I acted."

That was the last thing John expected Mark to
say.

"Thank you, Mark. Frankly, that's why I'm
here. I came back early because I was so worried after yesterday's
phone call."

Mark winced. John was enjoying watching Mark
squirm. He was, however, impressed with both Mark and Tricia. They
were the embodiment of the perfect Army family, respectful and
dutiful. They'd been through a lot yet they retained their dignity
and strength. John was proud of them.

Chapter 10

Mark had friends pick him up so John and
Tricia could be alone on John's first night home. When John got of
the shower, he found Tricia in bed covered up by the sheets. Some
things had not changed. He was already hard. He climbed under the
sheets and pressed his body against hers.

"So, you haven't asked me why I came home
early," he smiled a gorgeous mischievous smile.

"Well, you said you were worried."

"No, that's not why. I came home because I
heard about some pictures that were taken for me?"

Tricia pushed against his chest.

"Come on, let me see them."

To his surprise, she got up out of bed,
completely nude and walked across the hall to get the photos. He
smiled from ear to ear. She presented him with three eight by ten
photos. The smile fell from his face as he viewed the first
photo.

"Wow," he stated flatly.

His heart and his dick began to pound. He
flipped to the second photo.

"Shit, Tricia."

The third photo was the one where she was
pulling her glistening pussy lips apart. John gripped the edges of
the photos.

"Do you like them?" she questioned
anxiously.

He was speechless. He cleared his throat.

"I like them very much. What possessed you to
take these photos, Tricia?"

"I wanted to show you how much I missed you.
I thought you would like that I wasn't afraid to show you my
body."

"I can't express how much I like seeing your
body in these pictures. My heart is in my throat. Maybe in the
future, I should just see your body in person, so we don't have any
more trouble over pictures. You are the kind of woman that wars are
started over."

He threw back the sheet and pulled her on top
of him. Her tits felt fantastic against his chest. He kissed her
and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He felt huge. Tricia loved
being on top of him. She felt powerful and sexy.

Tricia remembered her surprise for John. She
broke the kiss.

"I have something else to show you."

She pulled his hand so he sat up in bed.

"Look, this is the mirror I used for the
pictures."

"Oh, Tricia, you're teasing me, now."

"No, John, I want to please you. I'm not
playing. Show me what to do to please you."

She didn't have to ask twice. John slid to
the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor. His cock stood
up beyond his navel. It was thick and purple and he stroked it
continually. He gestured for her to sit on his lap. She came over
and faced him. He shook his head.

"Turn around, " he commanded.

He pulled her down on his lap and wedged his
cock in her ass cheeks, snuggling her against his body. Her body
felt so fucking soft to him. He could see her face, her tits, her
bare pussy in the mirror. And she could see him. He started kissing
her neck and pulling and pinching her nipples.

"Tricia, you are the most beautiful woman I
have ever known. I can't get enough of you and it scares me."

He licked her neck and bit her shoulder. She
arched her back, thrusting her tits forward into his hands. His
cock loved her wiggling ass.

"Damn, Tricia, you're killing me. Stand up
honey."

He ran his hands over her ass and the front
of her thighs, pulling them apart.

"OK, Tricia, pull your pussy open, like in
the picture and sit back down on me."

He watched her face in the mirror, as she
understood what he wanted her to do. Her mouth opened slightly. He
could see her flight response working. But she did as he asked and
opened her pretty naked pussy.

"You are fucking gorgeous."

He guided her backwards and down onto to his
rock hard meat. The head squeezed in the opening but that was as
far he could go at first. They could both see his cock head stuck
in her hole, not moving. He thrust up into her until he was fully
enclosed in her warm soft channel.

She judged her reflection in the mirror. She
was uncomfortable with what she saw. She could see the base of his
cock and his balls, the rest of him buried inside her. It was too
intense to see herself spread open with him moving inside her. He
gently lifted her up. She saw more of hic cock and how thick he'd
become. Her lips were stretched around him. She closed her
eyes.

He brushed her cheek lightly.

"Watch."

She fluttered her eyes. He brought her all
the way down on him. He released her and moved his hands up the
front of her body.

His hands and arms were very dark against her
pale skin. With one big hand, he cupped a breast. With the other,
he massaged her clit and caressed her belly and thighs. She could
see his dark shoulders beyond her body. The muscles in his arms
were flexed and looked huge compared to her arms and shoulders. The
contrasts between them excited her. Together, as one, they were
beautiful.

"I love your body," he whispered.

He licked her ear and neck causing her to
shudder. She clenched involuntarily and some juice spurted.

"I felt that."

Tricia gazed at his face; she saw he was
transfixed; staring at her body and his hands on her. She looked at
herself trying to imagine what he saw.

John started to pump faster and harder. He
wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her down on him.
Everything on her started bouncing. She covered her eyes with the
back of her arms. The feeling of him loving her was so very
powerful. He was hitting a new spot inside her that caused more
cream to flow than ever before. She loved it. But she couldn’t
look.

John pulled her arms down.

"Look how fucking hot you are," his voice was
deep and gravelly.

When he cursed like that, he always got her
attention. She opened her eyes and watched.

Her tits bounced everywhere, her thighs
rippled. His cock punched into her; his leg muscles and arm muscles
strained. His rhythm began to mesmerize her. She became entranced
with her image and his image melding together. She couldn't look
away, now, learning how her body moved with each of his
thrusts.

"Fuck, Tricia, I'm coming," he panted,
continuing to pump hard. "Are you ready?" he rasped.

She wanted to come with him. Without
thinking, she put her hand to her pussy, on her clit and pressed.
Each bounce caused friction on her nub. She watched his face as
they careened into their mutual orgasm.

He called her name over and over. Finally, he
jammed her down hard, pushing all the way in. She convulsed on his
rod. He pushed her hand out of the way as he tapped her clit
repeatedly, lengthening her orgasm. She reached behind her head to
hold him. He clutched her to him.

She then watched him recover. His face
transformed back to his calm, handsome persona. She felt his cock
twitching and moving deep within her. His muscles relaxed and he
straightened up. He smoothed her hair to one side, so he could kiss
her shoulder. She loved watching him. She was hooked.

Something was still happening inside her. His
cock was still somewhat hard and it was pressing on an intense
spot. Her pussy clenched suddenly and she wet herself. His eyes met
hers.

"You're still coming," he smiled. "You like
this mirror, don't you?"

He pressed gently on her clit.

"Look at you," he said sounding happy and
satisfied.

She looked. She wasn't ashamed. Her breasts
were plump and soft. Her belly round, her thighs full. She was
flushed and messed. And he loved all of her. She made eye contact
with him.

He tapped a few times on her clit with a
thick finger and she clenched again. His cock continually softening
was sliding down her inner wall, pressing on that sensitive
spot.

"Touch yourself, darlin'. Let me see what you
can do."

He didn't want to push too far, but she was
awakening to her beauty, her sensuality. He needed to see.

She put her hands to her breasts and
massaged.
Fuck
. His cock surged forward hardening up. She
clenched again, responding to the renewed pressure. She pinched and
squeezed, experimenting with how each felt.

"Touch your pussy."

He wanted to sound commanding but it came out
more like a pleading. She moved her hands and pulled her lips up.
Dear God
. She liked the powerful feeling of attracting him,
almost controlling him. It was all new to her.

She showed him her pussy. She felt his cock
jump and his hips push up. She tried tapping on her clit like he'd
done, watching his reaction. He slowly closed his eyes, shook his
head and slowly opened them again to gaze at her exposed sex.

The desire on his face, the pure lust
finished her.

"Help me, please."

He took over, swiftly displacing her fingers
with his. He began flicking her clit and pressing up into that
spot. Her hands rode on top of his. Her orgasm exploded this time
and she squealed, making a high-pitched whimper in the back of her
throat. She clutched his hands.

"Damn, I love you, Tricia."

She slumped back on him. He pulled out, stood
and lifted her in his arms. He placed her on the bed and climbed on
top of her. He was fully hard.

"Did you hear me? I love you."

She was spent. He smiled to himself. This was
all brought on by his deployment. He made a mental note to go to
Kabul again in a few months.

"I love you, too," she murmured putting her
hands on his face.

"Tricia, I need you again."

She opened her eyes and looked into his face.
She was surprised.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you did it to me again."

He slid into her pussy and settled down on
her.
Perfect
.

Epilogue

John's patience had paid off. She trusted him
and would give him her body without fear. He was sure there would
be many more objections to overcome. But each would provide him a
sweet surrender to savor. He planned to work his ass off to keep
Tricia by his side for the rest of his life.

Tricia had been happy in her marriage and
sexually frustrated after her husband died. After twenty-five years
married and two children, she thought she knew about men and sex.
She was unprepared for the overwhelming sexual urges John brought
out in her.

His loving coaxed her out of her shell; a
shell she didn't even know existed. The promise of the feelings, of
the heights, his body evoked broke down her reservations and fears;
fears about her body, reservations about spreading her legs for man
in the light of day. Prohibitions about acting out fantasies and
letting go of self-control vanished. John brought that to her by
simply looking at her, touching her and loving her.