Take On Me: Plantain Series Book Three

by Amelia Oliver

  She takes me deep, coating my dick with her saliva, sucking it loudly as she pulls back and rubs her wet lips over my head again. She knows I like it wet and sloppy, so she makes sure to really get it saturated. Her hand spreads the wetness all over and then takes me deep again. Her saliva pools at the base, trailing down my balls, to her other hand where she rubs it all over me there.

  Then she removes that hand and uses it to pull the rest of the front of her dress down to her waist, showing me a lacey white bra I haven’t seen before. It plumps her breasts up, creating a ton of cleavage, and I can’t control my hands. They grab them, my forefinger and thumb pinching her nipples, but there’s padding or something so I can’t really get to them. We both work to push the bra down and reveal her succulent tits. Her breasts are full and heavy, her nipples quarter sized and perfect. Now I pinch her and she moans again, and I can’t take it anymore. But she senses I’m about to come, and plants her hands on my thighs, burying her face down and her nose nestles in my pubic hair.

  “Fuck, shit, goddamn-” I groan and place my hands on the back of her head, shooting my load into her mouth and down her throat.

  She thought it was a bad thing to gag when she first did this, but finally I told her I liked it, so now she when it happens she doesn’t pull back with embarrassment. I hear her struggle to swallow, and some of my cum spills out from the corners of her mouth. When I finish a moment later, I cup her face and pull her away from me. Her lips are even redder now, her cheeks too. Her eyes glassy, and she’s breathing hard.

  I wipe my fingers over my mess on her mouth, and she gives me a sweet innocent smile. Fuck, I love her. I coax her to stand in front of me, and my body is trembling with aftershocks. Lifting my trembling hands to the material around her waist, I pull that down first and she steps out of it, before unclasping her bra and freeing her of that too.

  She stands gloriously naked before me, and I run my hands along her soft skin, her body pushing closer and resting my forehead against her torso. One of her hands runs through my short hair, her other takes my left hand, her fingers brushing over my wedding band. I raise my head and look up at her, her fingers trailing along my clean-shaven jaw.

  As she begins to move closer, I begin scooting back on the spacious bed, and we settle in the middle. Her body drapes over me, and I wrap my arms around her, her head lying on my chest. We both settle, and it’s like I can hear her thinking that our time is limited, that she’s counting down the minutes until I leave.

  “Stop thinking,” I state and run my hand down her hair.

  “I’m not,” she says unconvincingly.

  “We have a lifetime.”

  “I know,” she hums and places her hand on my chest.

  “I got you something,” I tell her and her head pops up.

  She looks at me in question, and I gently slide her body onto the bed. I get up and remove the rest of my clothes, walking naked back to the front of the suite and grabbing the overnight bag. Bringing it back into the bedroom, I set it on the bed. Katie’s lying on her side like a goddamn centerfold, and she watches me unzip the bag and I toss her a silver cellphone.

  “What?” she asks, taking it in the hand not propping her head up, and flipping it open.

  “It’s a cellphone, this way when we can’t actually talk on the phone, we can send each other messages. I don’t know how much I’ll be able to talk, so we can send them anytime.”

  “I had this fairytale dream of receiving mail from you every day,” she teases, since she knows I’m not a letter sending kind of guy. “So, anytime I can send you something, and you’ll get it?” she asks.

  “Yeah,” I tell her, flipping open my phone and typing a text to her number.

  A moment later it vibrates in her hand and she looks down at it like it’s radioactive. Then she smiles as she sees the message, looking up at me. “I love you too.”

  Then, I snap a photo of her lying there, and save that shit. But she must have the same idea because she makes it obvious when she tries to take one of me.

  “Open your legs so I can take a picture,” I tell her.

  She laughs and shakes her head, rising onto her knees to crawl over toward me, and kissing me.

  “Thank you, this makes me feel better. I worried that you’d never call me from the base,” she tells me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “I heard the lines for the payphone are a nightmare, and we’re lowest rank.”

  Something shifts in her expression when I mention boot camp. So I take our phones and put them on the bedside table, laying her on the bed, and making love to her until we pass out and do it again, taking plenty of photos in the process to look at while I’m gone.

  The next morning, the alarm on the bedside table blares. It takes a long moment for my brain to connect that the sound isn’t in my dreams, and I roll over toward it, jostling Katie off me in the process. She groans and turns her head as I turn it off, sitting up and looking over at her. The white hotel bedsheet is down at her waist, her back to me. Leaning down, I press kisses on her shoulder, and she groans again.

  “I’m gonna take a shower,” I whisper, and she groans again.

  I get up, naked as well, and head for the bathroom. I turn the shower on, then pee, and step into the hot water of the large shower stall. I run my hands over my hair and bow my head to let the water cascade down my back. Then the glass shower door clicks open, before closing a second later. Then I feel Katie behind me, her hands running down from my shoulders to my hips, and I move forward to allow her to share the water. Her hands move away as she pushes her hair back, and I turn to face her. She’s so beautiful like this, naked, makeup free, just waking up in the morning.

  She has the body of an athlete, although she’s never been one. Her shoulders are wide like a swimmer, her torso and legs long, her hips narrow, and she’s just perfection. She notices me watching her and turns her back to me, showing me her little butt. Now I press behind her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her temple. We stand there for a moment, and I feel the heaviness of this situation begin to settle in my chest. This will be our last morning together for months, the last time I smell her hair, feel her body, kiss her.

  But I’m leaving to live my dream, creating a future for us. Katie turns to face me, water dripping down the tip of her nose and I kiss her there, before slowly backing her against the shower wall. Lifting one leg up to my hip, I slide my hard cock inside her as I kiss her. There’s something different about this time, like we’re both savoring and creating this memory. We make love in the shower, slow and languid until we both come. Then we finally clean one another. I know we both want this to last, but there’s a time limit since my flight leaves soon.

  I throw on my dress blues pants and undershirt, and head out to the car to get my boot camp bag. When I come back to the room, Katie’s dressed in a T-shirt and jean shorts. Her back’s to me as she brushes her hair, and I drop my bag on the bed. Pulling out my Army fatigues and boots I’m required to wear on the flight, and arrive at the base in.

  When she puts her brush away, she sits on the bed and watches me get dressed. It’s then I notice her wedding band for the first time, and knowing it’s mine, that she’s my wife, makes me smile. But she doesn’t notice, she’s looking down at the bed. I know she’s feeling scared and sad, and I feel like we talk about it all the time, so I decide not to ask her how she’s feeling or what she’s thinking. It might be selfish, but I need to self-preserve until we say goodbye at the airport.

  “Ready?” I ask, and her head pops up.

  “Yup,” she smiles, but I can see in her eyes she’s anything but happy.

  I grab the bags, and take her hand, and we head out to the car. The sun is still low in the sky, but we both put our sunglasses on as I drive toward it. As usual, we hold hands, and remain quiet. “Don’t Dream it’s Over,” by Crowded House is playing on the stereo, and I begin humming along to it, humming it to her. She also hums along with me after a few bars
, like we’re both telling one another it’s not over with us.

  Before we know it, signs for the airport begin coming more frequent on the side of the road. I park in temporary parking and grab my Army green duffel bag, meeting Katie at the side of the car, and we make our way to the airport already bustling with early commuters. When we enter through the automatic doors, I instantly see my parent’s, along with D and Maven. Dornan looks tired and maybe had a busy night last night. But he seems somber and I wonder if he’s not hungover, but saddened by my departure. My mom hugs me, then my dad as they move to Katie in greeting, doing the same.

  “How ya doing, Cubby?” Dad asks.

  “Good,” I exhale and smile.

  “You look good in that,” Maven says to me with a wink, putting an arm around Katie.

  “Let me go check in,” I state and move over to the ticket counter.

  I get my ticket and head back over to my family. They all look somber and sullen, but Katie’s trying to put on a brave face. She already told me, she didn’t want to sit with me at the gate, that it would be too tough for her, and I agree.

  “Joey,” I hear behind me, and turn to see a member of my JROTC group who’s also shipping off today, Grant, just inside the doors.

  “Hey,” I reply, and reach out my hand to shake his.

  He’s also in his fatigues, and carrying his duffel. He’s alone and looks at my parents.

  “Grant,” he says to my mom.

  “Hi, I’m Gwen, this is Joseph.”

  “Ma’am, Sir,” he nods.

  “This is my wife Katie,” I tell him next, and they shake hands.

  “Joey said you were beautiful ma’am,” he comments.

  “Oh,” Katie giggles a little.

  “But clearly he was trying to keep you to himself because you’re gorgeous.”

  Katie gives me a smile, and rests at my side.

  “Easy,” I tell him, then introduce him to Maven and Dornan.

  “You didn’t tell me you knew all these hot ladies,” he says under his breath to me.

  And I give him a look, before shaking my head and glancing over at Dornan. I can see he’s sizing Grant up, and I wonder if he thinks that he’ll be replaced by one of my Army comrades. I then hear my flight called overhead, and Katie steps away.

  “It was nice meeting you all, I’ll see you at the gate,” Grant tells me and I nod.

  I go down the line from my parents to my friends.

  “You take care of yourself, brother,” Dornan tells me.

  “I will, I’ll be back for Christmas, you don’t get into too much trouble til then,” I reply.

  Then Maven hugs me, and I tell her in her ear, “Keep an eye on him, and my girl.”

  She pats my back and I know she will, and wonder if Dornan, if he’s smart, will use my absence as an excuse to finally get with her. They all move away as I take Katie by the hand and walk a few feet toward security check-in. She takes both my hands as we face each other, looking up at me with worry in her eyes.

  “Here’s the keys for the Caddy,” I say, handing them over and setting them in her palm. “I’ll be back in a heartbeat, you won’t even know I’m gone.”

  “Yeah,” she says with a little sarcasm and a roll of her eyes, “you’re pretty easy to miss,” she adds.

  “Don’t forget, you can message me anytime, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

  “I will.”

  “You take enough pictures of my dick to satisfy the ravenous sex drive you have for me?”

  She laughs and nods, “I think so.”

  The announcement comes over the speakers again, and she looks up at the ceiling.

  “You should go,” she tells me.

  “I should,” I reply, leaning in to cup her cheeks and kiss her hard.

  We kiss for a moment, before we hug, fierce and tightly.

  “See you later,” she tells me.

  “See you later, beautiful,” I repeat, pressing one more soft kiss on her lips.

  She pulls away and walks towards my family, and I watch as they head toward the exit, Maven giving Katie’s hand a reassuring squeeze. And for whatever reason, I start talking to myself, saying things I’ve been thinking but didn’t know were worrying me.

  “Don’t let her need comfort from someone else…if she doesn’t look back, she’s okay. If she looks back, she loves me so much she’ll wait for me.”

  I stand there, watching as they get closer and closer to leaving. My heart pounding and hurting with every beat. Just when I think she won’t turn back, she pauses and slowly looks over her shoulder at me. I give her a smile, a weight on my shoulders lifting. She blows me a kiss and I grab it, yeah, cheesy, but she smiles and gives me a small wave.

  I turn and walk confidently towards security. I know deep down, Katie won’t cheat on me, but I can’t help but fear it. I know this woman is my heart, as I am hers, and I don’t know how I’m going to make it through these next few months.

  Chapter 10

  When we leave the airport, I decide to drive alone. Both Maven and Gwen offered to go with me, but being alone and focusing on driving will take my mind off the gaping wound in my heart. I make it out of the airport and onto the freeway, trying to take my mind off things as I blast ABC “Look of Love.” Joey made me a CD specifically for my drive home titled- Katie’s Don’t Worry, Be Happy CD. I sing along on autopilot because I can’t really think about anything. I’m in a blank state, maybe it’s self-preservation, but it’s better than hurting.

  It’s not until I enter Plantain, and I get stopped at a light. I don’t know if it’s because I’m home, and my husband isn’t, but my eyes pool. And I curse myself as I can’t hold them back anymore. I cover my face and let the hot tears run down my cheeks, so much so that I need to park out front Fresards and Son’s hardware shop and get myself together. I really tried to be brave for him, to not let him know I’m so sad.

  But I’m so transparent, no matter how hard I tried in our last hours together, he knew how I was feeling. I loved that he didn’t ask me to talk about it, because there are no words to describe this feeling, and I don’t want to be fucking selfish. This is his dream, his dream before me, and I don’t want him to be anything but excited for this. I know I’ll be fine, but no matter how much notice I had that this day would come, it didn’t prepare me.

  “Stop, get it together,” I tell myself looking up at my watery eyes and blotchy face in the mirror.

  I wipe my face, blowing my nose in some tissue I have in my purse, and see my new cellphone. I take it out and open it, to see a message waiting for me.

  Joey: I love you, we can do this, you can do this.

  I sniffle and type.

  Me: I love you, I don’t know why I’m being so emotional, I really planned to be strong about this. I love that you’re following your dreams, I’m so proud of you, knock their socks off, babe.

  I’m fairly sure his plane’s already taken off, but hope when he sees it, it’ll give him a little confidence boost and not worry about me. Mom and Dad are already back at the house, and although I’ve been here so many times in the last few years alone, this feels different. It’s still pretty early, and I decide as I walk through the kitchen to Gwen making breakfast, that I want to go take a nap.

  I go to our room and toss the overnight bag on the bed, unzipping it and pulling out Joey’s dress blues, and hanging them in the closet. I then reach in to grab my wedding dress, planning on getting them both dry cleaned soon, and hear something crinkle inside the bag. I reach in and feel something, pulling out a folded piece of paper, Katie written on the front in Joey’s handwriting.

  Beautiful,

  You are now my wife. It seems crazy to say that, only because it feels like you’ve been my wife from day one. I knew you were the one instantly, and nothing in my life came into focus until you. I knew I wanted to be in the military, but nothing else. Then you came, and I saw us as husband and wife, us as mom and dad, us together always. I kn
ow you can handle this, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think you could. You’re strong, independent, hardheaded, determined, and I know nothing will come between us. Every day I’m gone, you’ll be in my every thought, because you are even before I left. I hope you’re surprised by this letter, and reading it when I’ve already left unless you snooped and you’re ruining the surprise for yourself. I love you, Katie.

  Your husband, Joey.

  Again, my eyes pool with new tears, and some begin to land on the letter and I stand, setting it on the dresser beside the stereo. Falling asleep listening to the CD Joey made for our first time together.

  “What are you doing?”

  I’m startled awake, it’s maybe late afternoon when I blink my eyes open to see Maven standing in the doorway.

  “Uh, I was napping.”

  “And listening to The Cure,” she asks with raised brows.

  “So,” I reply.

  “Sounds like depression city, at least the drapes are open,” she shrugs.

  She moves and sits on the edge of the bed, an overnight bag, pillow, and two shopping bags in her hands.

  “What’s all that?”

  “Oh, I’m spending the night,” she states.

  “Okay,” I yawn and lay back down.

  “I brought movies, and snacks, and nail polish, just to make it like a real sleep over.”

  “What movies?” I ask, sitting back up.

  She reaches into the bag, pulling out a stack of DVD cases.

  “Uncle Buck, Weird Science, Breakfast Club-okay all the John Hughes movies. The Lost Boys, The Goonies, Back to the Future-”

  “I’ve never seen these,” I cut in.

  “Of course you haven’t.” she tells me like obviously she knows that since I never did anything before Joey.

  We settle in and begin with Pretty in Pink, and instantly, I hum the opening song.

  “How do you know the music to all these, but never saw the movies?”