by Riley, Alexa
I reach out and take her hand, leading her into the house. “Thanks for coming.”
“Not like you gave me much of a choice.”
“It got you here so I’m making no apologies.”
Once inside, I show her around the house, and then take her out back to see the pool. Scribe has a sweet set-up out here with a huge pool and lots of space for entertaining. Once I give her the general introductions, I grab us a couple of beers and head to the other side of the pool. It’s a bit quieter and out of the way, and we sit on two lounge chairs so we can talk. Yeah, fucking talk. I don't know what it is about this chick but I want to know everything about her, and I know my time is limited.
I watch as she stands up and takes off her cover up, revealing her body, barely hidden by her tiny bathing suit.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, or so I thought. I see the blush across her face, letting me know I wasn’t so subtle.
She sits down and looks at her beer. After a few seconds she looks around, and then lets out a breath as if she’s come to some decision.
“Look, you seem like a really nice guy and, God, are you gorgeous.” I start to interrupt with a joke, but she holds her hand up to stop me. “I’m only eighteen. So I can’t even drink this beer. I know you're on leave and I don't want to get you into trouble.”
She has a look of utter disappointment on her face as she hands me her drink. I knew she looked young, but I didn’t realize she was that young. Suddenly I’m worried if I should’ve invited her here. I should’ve taken her somewhere private instead of asking her to come to a party with a bunch of crass Marines.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. Do you want to go somewhere else?” I ask. I don’t want her to get upset and leave, and I’m not finished with her yet. I'm also not ashamed to beg. Again.
Her face turns bright red, and she looks anywhere but at me. “It’s fine, I just didn’t want to get you in trouble. I tried to say no and I knew this was a bad idea.” She reaches for her cover up, and starts to put it back on. “I’ll just find Sierra and we can go.”
She stands up and my brain kicks in. “No!” I shout, and grab her wrist. I look around and see everyone staring in our direction, and her friend makes her way over to us. I reluctantly let go of her wrist, and people go back to what they were doing, trying not to cause a scene.
“You okay, Jules?” Sierra asks.
“Yeah, I’m good. You ready to go?” I can see they do some eye exchange and Sierra nods her head.
“Wait. Please don’t go.” I panic and try to think of something to get them to stay. “Look, there’s a theater room in the house. Why don’t we put something on, and you and I can talk some more? Please. No drinking, nothing crazy. Let’s just talk.” I can hear the note of desperation in my voice, but I don't give a fuck.
“Hang on a second,” Sierra says, and pulls Julie over to the side. They have a short convo, and walk back over to where I’m standing.
Sierra looks me in the eyes, and after a second I guess she finds what she’s looking for. “You’re in luck. Your friend Knox, I guess you call him ‘Scribe’, is kind of cute, so I don’t mind hanging out while you guys talk a bit. But the second she asks to leave, we are out of here. No protests, no arguments. We are gone. Got it?”
“Got it.”
I don’t waste any time, taking Julie by the hand, leading her inside to the end of the house and into the room Scribe uses as a movie room. There’s a big projector screen at one end and a couple of couches at the other. I walk over and choose a movie at random while Julie sits on the couch. Once it’s up and playing, I go sit beside her and turn my body so I’m facing her.
She’s got her cover up back on, but I’ve got my shirt off. I feel like I should have put on more clothes for this, but I’m not losing time away from her by getting dressed.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve said something in the store.”
“I didn’t give you much of a chance.”
She laughs a little at that. “No, you’re right, you really didn’t.”
“I’m twenty seven. I don’t know if that makes a difference to you, but just in case you wanted to know.”
“It doesn't bother me.”
“Your age doesn’t bother me,” I say, and I mean it. Something about her has taken a hold of me, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t let her go. It’s like there’s this pull between us, and I’ve got to figure out what it is.
Her cheeks blush a little and she nods her head. “Good then.”
“So,” I say, reaching out and taking her fingers in my hand. The feeling is still there, and oddly enough, it comforts me. “Tell me all about my shortcake.”
Chapter Two
JULIE
His blue eyes seem so intense, but playful at the same time. I should be scared by how easily he moves me around, talks me into going places with him, but at this moment all I can think about is kissing him. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since the moment I first saw him.
He wants to talk, and while getting to know him is the smart thing to do, I can’t stop this pull between us. I want to know everything about him, and I want to tell him my life story too. Right now, with no shirt on, and the way he’s sitting on the couch, angled towards me, I’d rather let our bodies get to know one another better.
Looking into his eyes, I make my intentions clear, and I move into his personal space on the couch. When I get even with his mouth, I close my eyes, part my lips, and let him do the rest.
I don’t think I’ve ever made the first move with a guy before, but since the moment he dragged my body against his at the store, it’s all I can think about.
After what feels like an hour—but is probably only a second—I feel his lips brush against mine. They’re softer than I would’ve thought for such a giant of a man, and gentler than I expected. His tongue slowly pushes into my mouth, sending a chill down my spine. I can’t stop myself, my body wanting more. I deepen the kiss on my own, the sound of moans fills my ears, and I don’t know if it’s coming from him or me. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m climbing onto his lap. My arms lock around his neck, my legs straddle his waist, and I cling to him with every ounce of my strength. I feel myself start to move all over him, and I’m a little shocked. I’ve never been so wanton before, but I’ve never felt this way. Maybe it’s because I’ve only kissed boys before.
I had a few kisses at football games in high school, parties, and a couple of movie theater make-out sessions, but I’ve never acted like this before. I’ve never kissed someone and had to consume them. I’ve never kissed a man, and Abe is a fucking man.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn sweet,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine and yanking my swimsuit cover from my body. His words make my pussy clench, and I dive for his mouth once again. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, and I need to get as close to him as possible.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth, grabbing my hips at the same time. He moves me across his erection, putting the perfect pressure on my clit. My thin bikini bottom does nothing to protect my pussy from the ridge of his cock, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I can feel how hard he is through his trunks, and how hot he is against me.
Breaking the kiss, I let my head fall, my blonde curls cascading down my back, hitting his thighs. He takes the opening to pull on the side of my triangle bikini top and latch on to my nipple.
“Oh God,” I moan, even louder.
“That’s it, little shortcake, you just feel. I’ll give you what you need.”
And he’s right. I’m not doing a thing. I may be on top of him, but he’s moving my hips with his hands, using his mouth all over me.
“Damn, you taste good, you even taste like a shortcake,” he growls against my skin, licking, sucking and leaving little bite marks. I want to tell him it’s my lotion, but all that comes from me is another moan. It’s like I’ve lost all ability to talk.
“You’
re going to cum for me, aren’t you? Make that pussy nice and wet for me.” And just like that, at his deep sexy words, my orgasm shoots through my body, sending me to heaven.
Never in my life has someone talked to me like that. His mouth latches on to mine, swallowing my moans as my body jerks against his. I feel myself flood into my bikini bottoms, soaking them with my release.
Once I’m spent, my whole body goes lax, and I feel my back hit the sofa.
“Fuck, shortcake. I just came in my pants, and I’m still so goddamn hard.” Abe buries his face in the crook of my neck. “I don’t have a condom, but, baby, I haven’t been with anyone in forever, and serving overseas we get checked all the time. I promise. I’m clean,” he says, pulling himself back up to look down at me. His whole body covers mine, and I can tell he’s taking care not to crush me with his enormous body.
“I’m clean,” I tell him, and I know I should tell him the rest. “But I’m not on anything.”
He closes his eyes as if in pain. “I’ll pull out, baby. I want you bare. I’ve never been skin to skin with someone before, and I want that with you. No, I need it, but you’re going to have to get on the pill.”
His words make me smile. This isn’t just a one-time thing for him if he’s talking about me going on the pill. I want this and I want it with him.
“I should eat your pussy first, but I’ve got to get inside you.” He pushes his cock against me, making my body jerk. I’m still sensitive from my orgasm, but I’m too turned on to care.
“I should probably tell you.” I take a deep breath, getting the courage to say this. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Done what, baby?” he says, peppering kissing on my chest.
Shit. He’s going to make me say it. I don’t know why this is so hard to admit. Maybe because he’s so much older than me.
His head rises and he meets my eyes. His intense blue eyes stare down at me like he’s trying to figure out what I mean. I can actually see when it clicks for him, and I watch as his eyes go wide.
The next thing I know, I’m sitting in his lap, and he’s fixing my swimsuit so I’m covered up.
I wasn’t sure how he’d respond, but he isn’t pushing me away. He also sure doesn’t look like he wants to have sex anymore, but he’s not asking me to leave.
“What movie do you want to watch? Something scary? Funny? Action packed? Hell, I’ll even let you pick a chick flick if you stay in my lap while we watch it.”
His abrupt change of subject throws me off.
“You don’t want…” I don’t finish the sentence, and I can feel my face heat.
“Oh, I fucking want to,” he says, pushing his erection into me. “But your first time sure in the fuck isn’t going to be on Scribe’s sofa. No, I’ll make it perfect for you.”
Leaning in, he places a soft kiss on my lips. I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.
“But for today, you’re going to sit here and watch some movies with me, and we are going to get to know each other. I’ve got a month, and I want to spend every second with you.”
“Action,” I say, pushing my body into his. “But I’m still staying on your lap.”
Chapter Three
JULIE
July 2011
My back is pushed up against the side of the truck, and I’m locked around Abe, my face buried in his neck. This seems to be our signature move. I find that I’m always wrapped around him, and he’s always holding me as if I weigh as much as a feather. It probably feels like that to someone as big as him.
I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. I know they upset him, and hiding my face in his neck isn’t fooling anyone. I’m sure he can feel the wetness against his skin.
“Come on, shortcake, it’s only a year. We’re going to write every day, and I’ll call and Skype you as much as I can.”
I cry harder at the word ‘year’. A whole year without him seems like forever. I know we’ve only been together a month, but it’s been the most perfect month of my life. We’ve been glued to each other since the first time we kissed.
“Tell me you love me,” he says. Of course he says that. I haven’t been able to talk for the last twenty minutes. I’ve just been clinging to him and sobbing. I know if I tried to speak I’d just burst into tears, but that seems to be happening anyway.
“I love you more than bacon,” I whisper, pulling back to look at him. I probably look like hell. My eyes are red, my nose is puffy, and I’m probably all blotchy. I’m not one of those cute criers. I do the full-on Oprah ugly cry.
“Bringing out the big guns, I see. My hand will never be the same after the bacon incident.”
I giggle at the reminder. He always makes me laugh. Who’s going to make me laugh now? The thought has me bursting into tears again.
“Shortcake, I promise my hand is fine. Why are you crying? You got the bacon, and I learned never to reach for the last slice ever again, I can promise you that. My pint-sized firecracker scared the shit out of this Marine.”
“I’m pretty sure you can’t take that with you. Though she might fit in your bag she’s so damn tiny.”
I know without looking that it’s Lucias. I’ve gotten to know him pretty well over the last month, and I know how important he is to Abe.
“Not now.” Abe’s words are clipped and laced with irritation.
“I’m just shocked you haven’t broken her.”
“I’m going to break your face if you don’t move along and give us some privacy.”
I feel him take a step, and I wrap myself around him even tighter, knowing he isn’t going to make a grab for Lucias with me locked around him.
“You got ten, man. Then we’re out.”
“I fucking know,” he barks, and I can feel the tension in his body. He’s not mad at Lucias, he’s mad about leaving. He’s been hiding it well, and I just got a glimpse of what he’s really feeling. I have to get it together. It’s him heading back to the desert, risking his life. I get to stay here where it’s safe, not looking over my shoulder every day. I need to toughen up for Abe.
“When you come back, where will we get married?” I’m trying to draw his attention back to me with something sweet. He’s been asking me to marry him since, well, I guess about five minutes after I met him. He asked every day until I finally said yes, which was around week two.
“I don’t care where we get married, all I care about is you being mine forever.”
“Already am,” I remind him. “But I guess I have to marry you, since you won’t devirginize me until we say ‘I do’.”
“I know how you look at my body, shortcake. I won’t be used for it. If you want it, you’ll have to put a ring on it.”
I giggle at his words. I do look at him like a starved person would a meal. He won't even let me touch him below the waist. He says if I did, I’d be without my virginity in seconds. While I was totally down for that, he wasn’t budging. Abe always made sure I got off, and I never knew all the things a man could do to a woman to get her off without sex. Before him I had this idea of what sex would be like, but after his first touch I knew it would never be what I expected. It would always be better with Abe.
“You come back to me. You hear me, Abraham Tanner?”
“Every day I’m out there will be about coming back to you. This time I know I have you waiting for me. I’ll know that when I’m done with this last tour, I’m coming back to you, my home.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat. This is why he didn’t want to take my virginity. He said he’ll fight so much harder knowing he’s got me counting on him. That when this year is up, we can fully be together.
“I love you so goddamn much. I’d wait forever for you.”
“I love you too, shortcake. Now kiss your man goodbye, and do it like you mean it. It’s gotta last me until I get you back in my arms again.”
When I kiss his lips, I taste tears, and I don’t know if they’re mine or his.
Chapter Four
JULIE
1 week later
His face fills the computer screen. He’s grinning from ear to ear, and I feel it match my own smile.
“I found the package you put in my bag.”
Those are the first words out of his mouth, and I can’t help but giggle. My face warms, but I’m not sure why I’m embarrassed. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. Abe loved getting me naked and pleasuring my body for hours until I begged him to stop. So I thought I’d send him a few mementos to keep him happy.
“Well, I hope you’ll put them to good use.”
“Trust me, shortcake, I already have.” Leaning in closer to the camera, he whispers, “Three times.”
“Bullshit!” I hear someone in the background shout. “Julie! Oh God, Julie! I heard him grunting that name from the bathroom at least four times since we've been here.”
Abe shoots up from his chair, and Scribe comes into view on the screen. Abe’s holding him by his shirt, and I hear him growl.
“Don’t fucking moan her name, Scribe.”
Suddenly, a stunning brunette comes on the screen. “You must be Julie. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Mac, but everyone calls me Casper. Can you believe these Marines? I don’t know how I always get stuck with them.”
A random “oorah” sounds in the background, making the beautiful brunette roll her eyes. “I got this,” she says, giving me a quick wink.
She turns, and I hear her get their attention. “Abe! We roll out in fifteen. You can play with Scribe, or you can talk to the pretty blonde you got over there. I’d prefer you pick the blonde because, sadly, I need Scribe. If he wasn’t my ears on the ground, I’d love to watch you kick his ass.”
Abe finally lets him go, and I see the men stagger apart.
“Jesus, man,” Scribe grunts. “Guess nobody can hook up with a girl named Julie, or Abe might kill us. We are clearly not allowed to use the name.”