Waiting for Her Soldier (11 page)

Every now and again I’d lean back into him, pressing my soft, full breasts into his muscular chest as I gave him a wet kiss, alternately sucking and swirling my tongue with exceptional nuance. The pain of him first entering me was starting to subside and I felt myself grinding him harder, riding him with a passionate fury I’d never expected I was capable of. What had started out as pain had given over completely to intense pleasure, causing intermittent moans to escape my mouth with each hard thrust of Darren’s cock inside me, every thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

You would think that having his huge cock inside me would be satisfying, and it was satisfying in a superficial sense. But the reality was that every single movement, each sensual glide in and out of my wet slit, made me want him even more than the last. I wanted to my fucked hard, to have him finish inside me, giving me everything that I wanted from him and leaving nothing behind.

“I want you so bad,” I breathed into his ear, my soft words encouraging a forceful stroke from Darren who grabbed my ass, pushing me hard onto his throbbing member. I moaned loudly, both our bodies covered in sweat, making our way towards the exhausted satisfaction of climax, a feeling both of us had been waiting for longer than we could remember.

His motions were at times subtle and hypnotic, at others intense and ecstatic. Each wave of pleasure that rolled through me magnified and focused the ecstasy of the last. Soon I recognized a feeling in my body beginning to well up and make its way to the surface, a feeling that up until now I’d nearly forgotten: it was the feeling of an impending and inevitable orgasm, the consummation and climax of all this hot sex, simultaneously a good and bad sensation. Good, because I knew that I was about to orgasm harder than I ever had in my life; bad because I wanted to prolong this moment, to draw out this intimacy, to heighten my pleasure evermore with self-imposed longevity.

I didn’t want to give in. I didn’t want to come just yet. It was too soon, far too soon. I wanted to ride Darren well into the night, both of us sweating, our body heat traded back and forth in this long wished for erotic embrace. But I didn’t have a choice, I could feel it rolling through my body, building, gaining in intensity and momentum despite everything I did to fight it off.

Before I knew it, it was here, the feeling of orgasm, pure ecstasy rocketing through me, better than I’d ever felt before. Bucking and gyrating I leaned into Darren, my body uncontrollable, convulsed by the intensity of the pleasure I was experiencing. I was moaning loudly, but it was beyond my control. It was the passion of an animal, pure and impulsive, not subject to our human rationality, a completely physical reaction to the bygone fury of our tryst.

As I leaned into Darren, I felt my body growing weak. On the tail end of orgasm, exhaustion was setting in.

“I’m about to come,” grunted Darren, his powerful strokes growing less purposeful as he felt his own orgasm exploding to the surface of his consciousness.

“Come baby, come inside me,” I said, feeling deliciously dirty at the thought, wanting it more than I’d even realized.

Then I felt his load shooting inside me, hot and sticky, swimming around in my folds. Darren held his cock deep inside me as he came, the feeling of his semen inside me making me gyrate again slightly, turned on by this warm, new sensation. He reached up and touched my chin, gently guiding my face toward his.

He held me there briefly, pausing to look deep into my eyes. I felt his breath playing across the soft skin of my face as I looked back at him, waiting, not knowing what he was after in that long exchange of glances. Without notice he moved in to kiss me. Parting his lips, I plunged my tongue into his mouth, a kiss of hot passion, with a desire enhanced by the intensity of the love-making that had just occurred between us, the perfect sex that had shaken both our bodies, extending the ecstasy to our very cores. When the kiss ended, I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I’m absolutely exhausted,” I said, my breath still short as my body recovered.

“Me too,” said Darren, kissing me gently on top of my head.

And now that we’d finally done what had been on both our minds, I felt comfortable asking straightforwardly a question I’d long wanted an answer to.

“Why did it take us so long to do that?”

“Well, babe. I last a long time.”

I picked my head up and saw Darren with a sarcastic grin on his face. I playfully slapped him on the shoulder and laughed.

“You know what I mean,” I said.

“Well, I don’t know. I was in the hospital only a few days ago. You’ve been busy at the shop prepping for Thanksgiving. I guess we just never found the time.”

“No, I mean, why now? Why did it take this long? Why not back in high school?”

Darren looked away, pondering my question for a moment. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly a simple question. We were different people back then, and who knew if we would ever find an adequate answer. I guess part of me just wanted to know how long Darren had felt like this about me, because given the recent events in our lives, I realized that deep down I had always wanted him like this, even when I was much younger. The Darren turned to look at me, finally settling on an answer.

“I never considered it an option really. I’d always thought of us as friends, and I didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize that. If I’m being honest, I developed a huge crush on you around eighth grade. Yes, of course we were friends before that, but that was the year you came back from summer camp and all of the sudden you had developed these gorgeous breasts,” he said, pausing momentarily as he gave me a teasing squeeze. I laughed.

“But you never did anything?”

“No, I didn’t have the guts. What if you weren’t interested? You’d never made it obvious you liked me like that. You didn’t make it obvious until earlier today. So I told myself back then that we’d stay friends, that it would just never happen. And gradually that’s how things came to be, slowly my crush got less intense and I could see you as just a friend again. But that started the change when we started writing to each other. And when I first saw you in the hospital, I knew the crush was back and stronger than ever.”

“I’ve got a confession, Darren. Your buddy Paul wrote me a letter soon after you were shot. He told me a lot of things; he said you kept a picture of me out on the battlefield.”

“So you knew?”

“Yes, sort of.”

“I never stopped caring about you, Lauren. Even after we’d stopped talking, you were still important to me. You’ll always be, no matter what happens.”

We ate dinner that night, just the two of us. It was friendly and comfortable, and despite our unexpected tryst, none of the awkwardness seeped in. Where before we had nothing to say, now the lines of communication were opened completely. We talked about ourselves, each other, our plans for the future. Darren told me he was hoping to get a job analyzing intelligence; he said it was a skill he’d been able to develop overseas which he hoped to employ back in the homeland. He was leaning toward the FBI, but hadn’t written off the possibility of becoming a civilian military analyst. That way he could still be helping his brothers overseas fight the good fight.

When we’d finished we went back out to the couch and watched a bit of television, flipping around the movie channels and catching a bit of the last football game of the day. I’d been drinking wine since dinner, so I was starting to feel a bit tired, and before I knew it Darren and I were headed off to my bedroom, to share my bed for the first time. We made love again, briefly, yet passionately, our new familiarity with each other’s bodies informing our love-making, carrying it over to an entirely new level. Then we slept, such a perfect, restful, deep sleep, like none I could ever remember.

The next day I woke to find Darren sleeping next to me, looking so peaceful in the rays of sunlight that streamed in through the curtains of my bedroom window. I got out of bed and went to the window. It was absolutely gorgeous outside. It was Black Friday, a day I usually spent running around the mall looking for deals on Christmas presents for my friends and family. But today I had no desire to fight my way through the crowds. I knew Darren would never consent to being dragged around the mall, and I wanted to spend the day with him. I had the day off after all, and it seemed wasteful to spend it inside a noisy, crowded mall.

I went into the kitchen to make coffee. As I waited for the water to boil, my mind started wandering back to the night before. All sorts of emotions welled up inside of me and I thought of the way Darren had touched me, how he’d caressed by body and fucked me exactly how I’d wanted. I remembered how he had come inside of me. I poured out a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar. As I stood at the counter thinking about Darren, I grew wetter and wetter.

Suddenly, I didn’t want my morning coffee anymore. I went back into my bedroom and gently woke Darren up. And without a word we made love. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was the start of many, many mornings with this same pattern. And event though we grew familiar with one another, the passion never escaped us. Something about each time was new, unexperienced territory we were eager to explore, so long as we could do it together. Needless to say, I started showing up to work late on some mornings, but I didn’t mind. Things were going very well at the shop lately, anyways. And for the first time in a long time, work wasn’t the most important thing to me. I had Darren now.