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She looked powerful moving on top of me. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her face was flushed. We were moving in some kind of unworldly rhythm that I’d never achieved before. Passion was written on every surface of her body—in the tenseness of her arms, the tightness of her cunt around me, in the way she rode me with such abandon.
The tight, hot glove of her squeezed me hard, making the drag out of her body amazing. Was it possible to lose your mind fucking? Because I felt mine spiraling away from me with each downward drive of her hips. Did she know how much she affected me? How much I wanted this all of the time? How I could not wait to see her again after a week of absence? I’d missed her. I’d fucking missed her. And now that I was inside her, I didn’t want to leave.
I moved my hands from inside of her shirt to grab her hip and plunged the other hand between us, using a thumb to rub against her engorged clit. We were both panting hard, and I could feel myself nearing the edge. I needed her to come. Tearing my mouth away from her, I began to whisper to her again. “You are so hot and tight. I love having you ride me. You feel fucking perfect. ”
“God, yes, talk to me,” she cried, her eyes fluttering open.
I shoved up with my hips in a furious rhythm. “Your cunt is squeezing me like a vise. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are glassy and I’ve never seen a girl look so into this. I wish we had a mirror right now so you could see how fucking hot you are. Don’t stop,” I begged. “Christ, my balls…”
I couldn’t talk anymore, but I didn’t have to because she came apart in my arms. Her whole body tensed and she shuddered, crying out, “Oh God, Gray. ”
My balls felt like they’d nearly exploded when I came. “Almighty fucking…Sam. ” I clutched her to me as we both trembled in the aftermath. I could have fallen into the lake and drowned and never realized it because I was that senseless. I’d never had a fuck as good as Sam Anderson and was afraid I never would again.
I lay there against the hard bench and the cooler and hugged her close. There was no explanation I could think of—at least not one I was ready to accept—as to why our physical connection was so spectacular.
“It’s so good with you,” Sam muttered. She’d collapsed on top of me, tucking her arms between us, her warm nose in the crook of my neck. Not knowing how to respond, I just kept up rubbing her back in long strokes from the base of her neck to her spine. Then, when I was about to let the post orgasm stupor take me under again, she asked about Carrie.
This time I just vomited out the whole story. I suppose I could’ve blamed it on the timing but I think I wanted her to know. Sam seemed to understand everything else, maybe she’d get this too. And maybe I owed it to her. “When I was in high school, I was tall and gangly. I had no game, and the girls knew it. Like they sensed I was weak and ran far away. ” I grinned but it faded quickly as Sam looked at me knowingly.
Sighing, I snugged her up against my side and pressed her back onto the cooler so she couldn’t look at me. Or I couldn’t look at her. One of the two. With an exaggerated sigh, I pulled my sunglasses back down and continued the story. “We moved a lot up until my junior year, and then my dad got stationed at Pendleton. First day of school, Carrie walks right up to me, takes my hand and shows me around. She eats lunch with me, has me drive her home, and that’s it for me. It blew my mind that she wanted me, of all people. ”
“And then she broke your heart. ”
"Guys dont get heartbroken, honey. We just get pissed off. "
She made a humming noise that could mean anything. I continued. “I’d always known that I was going to join the Corps, and I was up front about it. She loved the idea. Sometimes she’d squeeze my arm and say that the military was going to make me a man. Around Fallbrook, there are plenty of military, and not just Marines. I always felt like she was taking a step down to be with me. When I joined the Corps, it changed me a lot. Not just how I looked, but my whole attitude about things. I was way cockier after boot camp and even worse after I finished the school of infantry. ”
“Is that when you got this?” She tapped my arm where the bottom of my tattoo peeked out of my shirt sleeve. We were both bare-ass naked from the waist down but had kept our shirts on. That was kind of fucked up. Sitting up, I reached down and picked Sam’s shorts and panties off the bottom of the boat. Thankfully they were dry. She pulled them on and then settled into the seat opposite me. I handed her another Coke and took one for myself. I needed the caffeine and sugar to get me through the story. I wished I’d brought some beer.
“Yup. All of us after we got out of SOI. We ran off to the first tattoo parlor we could find and got ourselves all tatted up. Semper Fi,” I said mockingly. “And all of this thrilled Carrie. Her boyfriend had turned into something other girls wanted, but it also made her insecure. She flirted a lot with other guys to make me jealous. We fought a lot and had crazy make up sex. I didn’t realize at the time that we were fucked up. Inside the bubble it felt normal. We got to see each other fairly regularly. Shed drive up to base and wed stay at a hotel on the weekends if my battle buddy wasnt around.
“A few months into my deployment, I hear that shes been coming down regularly, every weekend, which at first seemed like she was just trying to be part of the network. Id thought about proposing to her when I got back from my deployment. It was only going to be seven months. Then I hear shes been seen with a recruiting officer. The same goddamn 2nd Lieutenant that had signed me up. I got leave halfway through deployment, but I didnt tell her. "
"I know the end of the story but already I dont like it. "
"Yeah, me neither. Want me to stop now?"
"Nope. " She tapped her can against mine and then took another sip. I downed the sugary sweet soda and then crumpled the can in my hand.
"I get back to base and I wait in my car outside the LTs recruiting office until it closes and then I follow him. LT can afford to live off base, and hes got an apartment in Oceanside with some other officer. I wait outside of his condo. If he doesnt meet up with her, then Ive wasted a whole afternoon and evening of my tiny leave with this and that pissed me off but I had to know.
"He goes in, does whatever inside, and then an hour later, she shows up in the car her daddy bought her when she graduated from high school. Shes wearing barely any clothes and fuck me heels. He comes outside and starts making out with her, playing grab ass on the street. I almost get out of my car then but something tells me to wait. He takes her keys and they get in and drive to a small private beach down along the coast, between San Diego and Oceanside and then…”
I stopped when Sam reached for the can in my hand. I saw that I’d been squeezing it so hard some of the metal had pierced my skin. With a sigh, I released the can so I wouldn’t continue to make myself bleed, even though recounting this whole episode seemed like I’m reopening a scabbed-over wound. "Then they start fucking in the car. I didnt get it then. I thought maybe she saw me and was giving me the ultimate middle finger. I found out later that his roommate had told him that he either stopped screwing around with a deployed Marines girlfriend or hed report him to his superiors, so they had to resort to screwing in her car whenever they wanted to get off. "
"I got out of the car and rapped on her window, staring at her ass gyrating like she’s a stripper, until they finally heard me. She starts sniveling and crying and saying that he forced her. That didnt fly with me, so she changed her story. She was trying to help me get ahead. He just sat there like a dumbass, sitting on his thumb while he let her twist in the wind. I figured he was the kind of guy that if I decked him, hed report me, and I wasnt going to fuck up my career for this bitch or that asshole. "
"No touching the officers. " Sam knew immediately why I couldn’t have beaten the officer like I wanted to. Enlisted men don’t ever touch officers. That was an automatic Article 15 or non-judicial punishment at the very least.
"Right. So I tell this girl that I dated for over three years, the girl I though
t about proposing to, that I didnt want to see her cheating ass ever again. I left and got sick drunk and returned to A-stan. "
"But that wasnt the end of it. "
Stretching out my hand, I threaded a few strands of Sam’s honey-blonde hair through my fingers. It felt like silk, finer than anything I’d touched before. The sunlight made her hair look a thousand different colors. I knew I could stare at it for weeks and not see the same thing. I could barely remember Carrie’s hair, and I knew I hadn’t ever been this fascinated with it. "Nope. The LT sends me an email while Im deployed, telling me that I better get to the health center because my bitch gave him syph. And that he wasnt the only guy she was fucking while I was gone. "
"Is that true?"
"Dont know, but I checked out fine. "
We sat there as she took in my sad little tale. I kept sifting through her hair. She didn’t try to tell me that I should’ve given Carrie another chance or that deployments were hard on everyone. She didn’t try to offer any sympathy or, worse, pity. The wound I thought I had re-opened lacked the sharp pain that usually accompanied thoughts of her perfidy. Maybe I’d only had a little poison inside of me and we’d bled it out.
Her hand squeezed mine tight and then she turned and kissed my hand.
“I’ve never been to San Diego. I’d like to visit sometime. ”
“You can come and visit me,” I joked but then I realized I was serious. I wanted her to visit me. I wanted to stay connected to her in some way.
“Maybe I will. ”
I wanted to change the subject and talk about something other than cheating girlfriends, dead husbands or the Corps. "Tell me about your knitting. "
She told me about how a widow from the Yarn Over Knitting Club had reached out to her after Sams story was told in their local newspaper, and how she hadnt wanted to go but her therapist thought it was a good idea.
"You still could have stayed home," I pointed out.
"I dont think my parents would have let me. I had moved out of my condo when Will and I got married but then after he died, I didnt do a very good job caring for myself so I had to move back home for a while. ”
The thought of a grieving Sam not feeding herself made me sick to my stomach and I curled an arm around her and brought her closer to me. It was strange but when she talked about how much she loved Will, that actually made me feel better. Like she was different and that she wouldve been faithful, unlike so many other women I knew. And men, too, I guess. The military didnt foster fidelity. Even though there were rules against it, adultery and cheating ran rampant through the Corps. It was almost expected that one of your comrades would sleep with your girl the first chance he got. If you didnt get cheated on, it was like you hadnt been tested in battle. I didnt know how other people started trusting enough to start up another relationship or maybe they just knew going in that they were going to cheat, that their partner was going to cheat and that they just lived with it.
I didnt want that. I wanted a relationship, but it could wait until I got out. Or when I was done deploying for long months. I just didnt believe that any relationship could survive long separations, but here was Sam. Shed stayed true to her husband while he was training in Alaska. Shed been true to his memory long after his death. If there was ever a girl that could be true, maybe it was Sam. I pulled Sam up from her seat and tucked her into my side.
I hadnt lied to her when I said that I didnt cuddle, so having her warm body snug against mine without the urge to flee, when we werent enjoying some post coital glow, was weird. A good weird, but it was definitely hitting different nerves and neurosensors in my brain. I liked it. There was something really relaxing and almost comforting just holding her as the waves of the water slapped gently against the boat. It was so good that I just drifted off to sleep.
Samantha
“DID YOU SEE THE BIG piece of green felt in my condo? It hangs above my sofa. "
"Whats it for?" Grays words sounded slurred and drowsy like the heat was lulling him to sleep this time.
"An afghan I was knitting. The felt holds the yarn pieces up so you can stare at the pattern. Its a flag but Im supposed to do a technique called intarsia and I really suck at it so I havent finished the star part. " Gray fell asleep as I was explaining how intarsia knitting techniques had stymied my ability to finish my flag afghan, and I wasnt even the tiniest bit upset that he did. Gray often had a hard time relaxing. His eyes were always roaming around as if he was trying to identify all potential targets. His story about how hed been cheated on hurt my heart. I wondered if he knew he was still grieving that.
Oh, he wasnt grieving the loss of his girlfriend so much as the betrayal of that trust hed given her. And his sense of justice was offended too. He was over there in the dust and danger of Afghanistan making a huge sacrifice and she and an officer werent even trying to match his sacrifice. He was so hurt he was holding himself apart. His friends with benefits situation sounded awful. The girl he slept with treated him like a human vibrator? That sounded too terrible for words. And yet, he not only pursued this setup, but was proud of it in some weird way.