We dropped onto the bed, Charlie pulling me in close by my bum, kissing me tenderly, very sexily, as he rubbed, squeezed, and jiggled my bum-cheeks. It was all bravado, though. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, and pulled away from him, to hold him close and plant soft kisses all on his face, neck and chest, rubbing and squeezing his back, and gently rubbing my leg over his thighs. Thirty seconds later, he was out cold, jet-lag and exertion finally catching up with him.
I woke with a start, lying with my back to Charlie, curled in his lap, his arm thrown possessively around me and cuddling my breasts, my head in the crook of his neck. I had meant to lie down with him until he dropped off, but my own exertions, recent emotional wringing, and his warmth and heartbeat had lulled me to sleep as well. I looked at the clock. 2 hours, not too bad, I would give him another hour, then drag him into the shower and buy him dinner anywhere he wanted. I tried to slide out of bed, but at the first hint of movement, his eyes snapped open and he grabbed my arm. Shit, combat reflexes, I’d forgotten about those.
“SSSHHH, Baby, go back to sleep, I’ll call you later,” I whispered, but he just grinned and pulled me to him, fondling my bum and breasts as he kissed me.
“This is the kind of wake-up call I could get used to” he grinned, his cock stirring against my belly.
“No Charlie, later, you need some more rest!” I insisted, but Charlie just kept-on kissing me, rubbing my nipples, jiggling and squeezing my bottom, warming me up even as I protested.
“Charlie” I tried again, “I mean it, if you start something now, you won’t be able to finish it. Don’t work me up for nothing!” He grinned, and pulled me close, to whisper in my ear “Two years, Lu-Lu, two fucking years!?”
Oh well, I sighed, if he felt he had the stones, who was I to argue?
I pulled myself closer to him, rubbing my belly up and down his, dragging my stomach up and down his cock, making him gasp and his eyes glitter as his cock firmed-up and stood between us, hard, and warm, ready for action combat-ready; my kind of soldier!
I started rubbing my hands up and down it as I kissed him, squeezing and pumping as I played with his tongue, his hands rubbing, squeezing and gently pinching me all over, fingers clenching my buttocks, pulling them apart to stretch my anus open again, sliding his hands all the way under me to poke and prod at my slit from the back, his fingertips flicking over my clitoris, making me jump and quiver as I jacked his cock.
Suddenly, he sat up, pulling me to my knees, and then turning me so I was lying face down, facing towards the foot of the bed, my knees under me. Charlie then got to his knees, his hands pulling my hips up so he could run his tongue over my slit, the sensation all the more intense because of the position I was lying in. Now he pulled me closer, until I was virtually lying on his knees, my elbows on the bed, my legs over his upper arms and his hands pulling my buttocks open, as he lapped harder and with more intent at my rapidly moistening vulva, alternating between licking my pussy, my perineum, and my anus.
At one point he stabbed his tongue into my bum hole, moistening the whole area, and then lightly blowing on it, the sudden drop in temperature making my anus contract, making me yelp with the sensation. As my excitement increased, my clitoris slid out from its hiding place, and Charlie started making little passes over it with the tip of his tongue, ramping my arousal even higher, coupled with his insistent rubbing and probing of my vaginal opening with his tongue, poking it in and out like a miniature cock, and sliding his lubricated finger into my anus. At last, I could take no more, my orgasm finally blowing through me in a power-wave that left me gasping for breath, my whole body ringing like a bell, and my ears popping as I screamed out loud, sobbing and gasping as the waves of pleasure rolled through me.
As the tremors subsided, I rolled over onto my back, looking back up at him, realising that this had been for me, and pulling him down to me, to kiss him with my tongue firmly inserted into his mouth, and my hands clamped to his solid buttocks. Charlie slowly pushed his cock into me, mindful of the pummelling he had already given me today, to slowly slide it back out again, and then in, a gentle see-sawing, loving me, making love to me, forgiving me, letting me know that we were OK again. He kept this up steadily, it was delightful, but couldn’t last forever; the stimulation was too much for either of us, and I came again, moaning out loud, my cunt clamping down on him, making him groan and shoot his sperm into me in hot jets that washed over my cervix again and again, rolling my orgasm on and on.
Charlie collapsed over me, taking his weight on his forearms, rolling me onto my side facing him, his cock still embedded in me, eventually motioning he was about to withdraw from me.
“Pillowcase?” he grinned,
“Pillowcase” I agreed, handing him one.
After a while, hearts finally slowed to almost normal, we lay, debating whether to get up or not, but, I had promised Charlie a night out, so after a shower, I pressed his DPM’s and we headed over to the only pub in the district, so I could show off my cute boy-soldier.
When we walked into the bar, there was an instant flurry of attention. Most of the women there gazed at him wistfully, he looked so gorgeous and masculine, and not a few people offered to buy him drinks, which he politely refused, saying he didn’t really drink, he was escorting his girl, which gave me a warm glow inside.
A couple of men I knew, who’d asked me out in the past and been turned down, tried to dig at Charlie, but he just ignored them, talking to me and the landlord, who was an ex-squaddie himself. One of the creeps from earlier shoved his way in front of Charlie, and sneeringly asked if he was a real soldier, or did he just swan around at Tidworth with the rest of the posers and layabouts.
Charlie was going to reply, but I butted in. “Actually, Charlie’s a platoon leader, Combat Patrol Team Tango-Zulu 1, Anti-Insurgency Combined Operations with ISAF, based in Helmand, in Afghanistan,” I said sweetly, “Twelve hours ago he was leading a sniper suppression patrol in Laskhar Gar, what were you doing?” I was proud of Charlie, and I wasn’t going to let some drunken little snot bait him.
I could feel the respect level in the room notch up as everyone realised this idiot in front of Charlie was trying to mess with a combat soldier, not a desk-warmer, and he realised it too, slinking away. I was feeling so proud; my man was a combat soldier, a warrior, an honest-to-goodness Action Hero!
The landlord leaned on the bar and grinned at Charlie. “She’s quite something, isn’t she?”
“You have no idea!” he grinned back.
“Your money’s no good in here, you and your young lady are my guests tonight!” said the landlord, shaking hands with Charlie, one soldier to another.
Now the other girls in the bar were responding more overtly to Charlie. I remembered what Lorna had said about how she wasn’t worried about other girls heating-up her brother, because he only wanted to fuck her, now I understood her perfectly!
Already there was a cluster of young girls surrounding him, ogling him while pretending to admire his unit badges, and a bunch of hero-worshipping lads eager to buy him drinks so they could boast they’d drunk with a real combat soldier. One of the girls nudged me, staring at Charlie the whole time.
“How serious is it… you know, you and him, because if he’s just a mate or something…..?
“Sorry,” I replied, “It’s a lifetime thing. Charlie’s my man!”
She looked disappointed. “You lucky cow, he’s beautiful! If his brother ever comes to town, send him over to me, please!” I flashed a quick, commiserating grin, but I couldn’t help but feel exceedingly proud that this lovely hunky specimen was mine.
The rest of the evening went very well; the landlord sending over a continuous stream of drinks and food, stopping by to share a few reminiscences with us, ask us if we wanted anything, and generally making Charlie welcome. He had served in Iraq under dad, and he grew very friendly when Charlie told him that Col. Manville, his old CO was his father (while somehow neglecting to mention I was his sister!) He also asked if the pace had changed since the escalation from Iraq, and while Charlie was telling him about life in Camp Bastion, I reached over and parted his hair to show the bullet scar, making his eyes widen, a concerned expression settling on his face.
“Remember one thing, son” he said in a low voice, “if you don’t keep your Mark 6 buckled-on tight and your Osprey buckled up properly, you’re in a world of trouble, believe me. I know those things are uncomfortable, but so’s a bullet through the seam because you left it open.” Words of wisdom, indeed.
After a very restful and enjoyable evening, we headed back to the house. I had been giving Charlie some rather obvious signals for a while now, and he, poor lamb, was just not fully tuned in to Radio Lucy; instead, he was drinking a coke, munching a sausage, and happily tapping his foot to the music from the jukebox. After a while, tired of trying to get him to take the hint, I had to lean in and whisper in his ear.
“I have an itch you need to scratch!” He looked at me open-mouthed, so I stuck my chest out for emphasis. That was when the penny dropped. Gulping down his coke, he grabbed me and hustled me out of the bar, waving his goodbyes to everyone, in a sudden hurry to get to the car.
We slid in, Charlie commenting on how nice it was, that BMW’s were his favourite cars. I took the keys out, grabbed his head and pulled him in for a long sexy kiss, and dropped them in his hand.
“It’s yours, Baby-Boy, a gift from me, because I love you and to say I’m sorry.”
Charlie was speechless, stammering out that he couldn’t take my new car; I silenced him with another kiss.