Fraternizing f-1

by C. C. Brown

  “That’s awesome. So are you a couple or what’s the deal?”

  “I don’t know about that part. I mean, he’s super sweet and all, but I still don’t even know where I’ll be stationed, and long distance relationships rarely work out.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t automatically rule it out. It sounds like he really likes you. What does he do?”

  “He’s a paralegal.”

  “Good job. I’m just glad you had a good weekend. You were so worried about it.”

  “I know. Anyway, what about you. How was your weekend?”

  “Oh, it was amazing. Alex took me to Huntington Beach. I’d never been to a beach before. He taught me how to boogie board, then we had a bonfire, cooked out, made s’mores, made love—“

  “Whoa. Made love? Do tell.”

  I laughed. It did sound a little strange for me, too. “Yes. We learned a whole lot about one another that night, and rough sex just didn’t feel appropriate. It warranted so much more.”

  “Wow!”

  “I know. Kind of shocked me too. So anyway, the next day, he took me sailing, and then-“

  “And then?”

  “And then, he shocked the hell out of me by taking me to meet his family.”

  “What the fuck? Seriously?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s huge. How did that go?”

  “Well, I was nervous as hell, but it went well. His mom and sister are awesome, but his grandma, hmmmm, not so much.”

  “Yikes. Did she say anything rude to you?”

  “No, but she said it about me. She asked him, ‘who’s the white girl?’” I raised the pitch of my voice, mimicking the sounds of hers.

  Dalton laughed, prompting me to finally laugh about it.

  “Sounds like Grandma is old school.”

  “Oh, she is. His sister told me that. It was a good visit. He has more people in his family than I’ve known in my entire life.”

  “Glad you had a good time. So, are you two a couple?” he asked, slightly turning his head and scrunching his eyebrows.

  I blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess you can say that. And we’ll just have to make this long distance thing that you say never works, work.”

  He laughed again.

  Busy chatter filled the hallways as everyone began filing into the courtyard. Lunch had flown by, and now all I had to do was keep Dalton inaccessible for Alex.

  Later that evening, after a quick study session, Dalton and I went to the gym to do some light cardio. Alex texted and let me know that Sgt. Major Thomas just wanted him to sign some paperwork and possibly send him away for some radio seminar for a few days. I was able to relax once I found out why she was calling for him, but anxiety still sat inside of me as I realized now he was free to interrogate whomever he wanted about Allen. I had hoped that he would just let it be, but of course as soon as he told me, I’m letting that go like I’m letting you go. Get over it, I knew he was hell bent on finding out and destroying him. If I could keep him out of the specifics of what Allen had actually said to me that might placate him just a bit, and not turn him into a maniacal body crusher. Hearing his story over the weekend of what he did to the guy that hit his sister let me know that where the women he loved were concerned, he had no limits, no boundaries.

  The next couple of days were filled with Alex’s inquisition. He was relentless, pulling students aside to try and find some dirt, but luckily no one besides Dalton really had anything, and he did much better at keeping quiet than I gave him credit for. Alex had asked him about everything and Dalton, being the smart friend that he was, simply told him that Allen was a loud mouth and because I ran mine too, Allen and I had gotten into a couple of arguments. When Alex pressed him further, he said he didn’t know anything else. Alex went even further, even underhandedly threatening Dalton, but my dear friend still gave nothing up. I could have kissed him when I found out. I thought for sure the rough exterior of Alex when he was pissed and on a mission would have broken Dalton, but it didn’t. He held his ground, even though he said he thought Alex was ready to snap his neck if he didn’t give him what he wanted. I could only laugh at that and thank him profusely. Dealing with Alex was definitely no easy task, but he did it, even if he didn’t agree with my reasoning.

  Friday, Alex texted me and told me to be ready for a taxi at the Subway again around eighteen hundred because he wanted to spend time with me. He had been given temporary orders to travel to a joint forces base in Florida, so he’d be gone for the weekend, sitting in on a presentation for a new radio system that would be coming in. I hated the thought of it. He would be leaving first thing in the morning and wouldn’t be back until Tuesday. Even though it was only a few days, every day that we had together was precious because there was a good chance that at the end of this course, we’d be split up, living on opposite coasts with different time zones and different training and deployment schedules. That thought sickened me even more, so I let it go and focused on enjoying my night with him.

  I let Dalton know where I’d be, and he decided to go to Subway and have dinner with me, then take the taxi out in town and do a little shopping so that it didn’t look suspicious that I was leaving all by myself. He was always thinking where my mind was lacking. When I got to Alex’s house, Dalton told me to text him and let him know when I needed him to come back and get me. I hugged him and thanked him for everything, especially for incurring the wrath of Alex and still standing by me. He brushed it off and kissed my forehead as I got out and walked up the driveway.

  Alex opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of PT shorts. My eyes immediately darted to his chest. His body was pure perfection, and at times I couldn’t believe that I had open ended access to it. He pulled me in, kissing me hard before whispering, “You’re wearing too much clothing.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me away to the living room where Natasha was straddling Riley on the couch. She looked up and smiled while trying to pull her shirt down.

  “Hey, Cassie. Nice to see you again.”

  “Hi,” I said, trying to free myself from Alex’s hold. I reached down and pinched his ass--even though I didn’t get much since it was hard like a plate of steel--and he finally let me go. “What are you two up to tonight?”

  “I’m hoping Chris can make me scream all night long like Alex did to you the other night. We can have a contest.”

  Alex laughed. “No one can do the shit I do, so you’ve already lost. And anyway, we aren’t staying. I’m leaving for the weekend, and I need my girl all to myself.”

  “Well, sounds like you’re getting fucked somewhere else. Enjoy it, Cassie.”

  I laughed. Natasha was a blunt chick who made no qualms about anything she had to say.

  “Have a good night you two,” Riley called out. “I’ll finally get to use that island the way it’s intended to be used.”

  I wanted to throw up in my mouth. Riley and Natasha naked, on top of the kitchen island? The thought made me never want to eat food up there again. Alex didn’t say anything: instead, he took my hand and walked us back to his room. He quickly removed his PT shorts, then put on a pair of jeans, foregoing the boxers or any sort of underwear. A slight grin crossed my lips as I thought about how easy he was making it on himself to get to me.

  We left the house, not saying goodbye to Riley or Natasha since they were back in his bedroom, moans crashing through the walls as the headboard knocked loudly. I hoped that they would stay back there and leave the kitchen a clean place to eat, but Natasha seemed like a wild child.

  Alex helped me into the truck, then went around to his side and hopped in. We backed out of the driveway and headed into the darkness with nothing but the moonlight and the twinkling stars casting light on the blackened streets. I sat in the middle, my head resting on Alex’s shoulder as he stroked my leg.

  “Where are we going? No more surprise family visits.”

  He looked over to me and smiled, the golden tint of his eyes gleaming.<
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  “You mean you don’t want to meet my second cousins?”

  “Not funny.”

  He laughed again. “I don’t have any family out here. I just want you all to myself before I have to go days without looking at you.”

  “What about curfew? If the fire watch checks and I’m not there, I’ll be reported to the duty.”

  “You think I haven’t thought about all of that. Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I took care of it. That’s all that matters.”

  He turned onto a road that led through the middle of Yucca Valley, leading us into even more desolate grounds. After driving another fifteen minutes, Alex pulled off the road and around the back of three oversized boulders that were decorated in painted love notes and graffiti. The sound of the crickets chirping was the only noise that could be heard, and the darkness of the night covered us in ultimate privacy, away from any potential passing cars.

  “We’re here,” Alex said, turning off the ignition and turning up the radio. I looked into his eyes, passion and heat burning from them. “I’ve thought about bringing you here ever since I met you.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yes.” He leaned over and kissed me. “Come on, I have something to show you.”

  I followed him out of the truck, walking to the bed where he let down the tailgate and took my hand, helping me into the back. There were a couple of sleeping bags, pillows, and a bag of food.

  “What the hell, Alex? Are we sleeping out here?”

  “I wish, but I have to be at the airport at five in the morning, so I plan on getting as much time out here with you as possible.”

  He hopped in and rolled out the sleeping bags, placing the pillows at the head of the bed. I sat listening to the music blaring through the truck speakers, feeling the urge to dance when Gorilla by Bruno Mars started playing. The sensual beat of the song started up, and I stood, leaving my hand on his head as I pushed him down. His eyes darkened behind the shield of his lowering eyelids while a coy smile stretched across his mouth. I slowly swiveled my hips, thrusting my pelvis at him. He reached out for me, but I swatted his hands away, laughing at his obvious torture.

  “Take em’ off,” he huskily whispered. I looked down between his legs and noticed the bulging and excited cock lying beneath his jeans. It only made me want to take him further.

  Slowly gliding my shorts down my legs, I stared into his eyes: low, hooded, and burning with need. Once my shorts were down to my ankles, I stepped out of one side, then kicked the other up and onto him. They landed on his head, hanging off of one side.

  Standing before him in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties, I moved closer and placed my foot up and on his shoulder. I rolled my hips in front of him, holding his head in place as he pushed his face into my pussy. His hands were on me, and I swatted them away, then quickly swung my leg over his head, and turned on my heel, bending over to touch the lining of the truck bed. Alex playfully slapped my ass a couple of times, just hard enough to make it sting.

  “You’re fucking killing me, Blondie,” he whispered, blowing out a deep breath. I could tell he was completely riled up, and my lips formed into a playful smile that he couldn’t see. “I’m fucking hungry. It’s my turn.”

  The soft and gentle Alex was gone. He held firm to my panties then yanked them down. He quickly turned me around and ran his finger over my slit, then licked that same finger and did it again.

  Those deliciously sinister eyes looked up to me, and a devious smile caressed his lips. He leaned over to his bag and took out a basket of strawberries, a can of whipped cream, and a bottle of chocolate.

  “I thought we’d have some strawberry shortcake under the stars tonight.”

  “You have no cake.”

  “You’re the cake.”

  My heart sped up. The prospect sounded so decadent, even if I wasn’t the one eating.

  “My turn to tease you,” he warned.

  I was already hot and wet, and his choice of words only ignited more of a fire inside of me.

  I stood as he moved to his knees, kissing the inside of my thighs while working his fingers over my hips, and down my inner thigh. He eased a couple of fingers into me, temporarily taking my breath away. The slow, tortuous pace he used had me swirling my hips, trying to take more of him than he was giving me. Just as I was beginning to feel his fingers working me into a frenzy, he gently slipped them out, moving to the bag.

  “I’m ready to eat,” he said, grinning as he poured chocolate over a strawberry.

  He took the whipped cream can and shook it a couple of times, then sprayed the slick whiteness between my legs, making me shiver from the cool feel of it. He took the strawberry and ran it along my slit, scooping up some of the whipped cream. Bringing the berry to his lips, he took a large bite, letting the juices run down his mouth. He did this a few more times until the strawberry was gone and there was nothing but whipped cream left to eat away.

  “Come here,” he rasped, pulling me close by my bare ass.

  “I need a good cleaning,” I whispered.

  “I know. I’m here to do just that.”

  Before another word was spoken, Alex’s tongue was on me, slowly taking in the residual cream. He occasionally took small sucks, clinging to my lips, while making me weak in the knees. I frantically ran my hands over the top of his head, unable to keep them still as it felt like he sucked the life out of me. One of his hands left my ass, the other moved under my shirt, unhooking my bra, then moving to the front and squeezing my breast. His tongue was relentless, diving into me and licking with tenacious fervor. My moans turned to high pitched shrieks, which Alex loved since they wouldn’t be heard by anyone for miles.

  He licked faster and sucked harder, moaning how delicious I tasted and how lucky he was to be the man with his mouth on me. My body was tingling from the waist down. I knew my release was close.

  “I’m coming, Alex!”

  He pulled away, looking up as he pulled a condom on out of his pocket and ripped it open, then pulled his jeans down and slid it on.

  “You’re coming with me deep inside of you. Move forward.” There was an exorbitant amount of need in his voice; the lust, the love, all of it had me like putty in his hands.

  I moved forward as he stood and moved behind me. I noticed a sticker on his back window that I’d never paid attention to before. It was white with a ram in the middle. If you can’t dodge it, ram it! It was so fitting for Alex; he had that mindset in everything he did, and right now, I was about to be on the receiving end of it.

  He took my hands and placed them on the roof of the truck.

  “Don’t move those hands or I’ll figure out some way to punish your ass.”

  The delicious threat had me contemplating making him act on it, but I obliged, sitting my hands on the top of the truck while he held on to my breasts and worked his way into me. The thickness of his cock and the tightness of my core worked against one another, making me wince and gasp as he dug further and further.

  “Being inside of you is such a delicious treat. I don’t think I can ever get enough.”

  He went harder, beating into me with enough power and passion to plow me over. Luckily, he was still holding me, but the sensation was much too strong, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached back for him, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him into me.

  He stalled, and a deep, dark laugh left him as I pulled him close. “You always have to learn the hard way, don’t you?”

  I didn’t know what he meant by that, and I didn’t care. The feeling was much too intense to focus on anything else at the moment. As one hand still lay on the top of the truck, Alex removed my other from his neck and placed it back where he had it. He stepped back, pulling me with him as he kept himself inside.

  “Someday, you’ll learn,” he said, pushing my back down as he held firmly to my hips.

  He wasn’t moving. We were just there
, in the back of the truck, me bent over, him standing while inside of me. Then he pulled out. I was confused. I tried to look back, but he caught my head and turned it back around. The suspense of it all had me on edge, and I was still very close to coming, needing to release before I felt like I would explode. Just as my breathing picked up to a frantic need, Alex’s hand came down, heavy and hard on my ass, making me jump and yelp.

  “You can try and scream all you want, Blondie, but I’m about to fuck you hard, and I’ll more than likely take your breath away.”

  He smacked my ass again before thrusting himself back into me and going to work. He kept true to his promise, pounding away as he held onto my hair in a tightly fisted grip. Broken cries came out as I felt Alex reaching a level that stunned my mind, making me briefly open my eyes and come face to face with the ram it sticker. It was almost as if it was meant exclusively for us.

  His hand that sat on my hip coursed down in between my legs, his fingers rubbing and tickling my clit. A few seconds of that and I lost it. I finally screamed out his name, coming loud and violently as my body shook from the force of the release.

  I was spent.

  Done.

  Finished.

  Only Alex wasn’t, and he continued tearing into my limp body. He finally pulled me upright, moving back to the head of the truck bed and placing my hands back on roof. He grunted a few times before he stilled, one of his hands on my hip, the other holding firm to my chest, just below my neck. His release was long and just as violent, shaking the bed of truck as he groaned obscenities into the warm, nighttime air. Bruno Mars screamed out our climaxes, yelling about hard fucking and such, making me love the song that much more.

  We slumped down together, one big, languid mess on the sleeping bags, breathing heavily as feeling finally made its way back into my lower half.

  “Well, if this Marine Corps thing doesn’t work out, I know you’ve got other talents and can work elsewhere.”

  I hit him, pretending to be offended.

  “I’d make a hell of a lot more money, that’s for sure.”

  He took my face in his hand, turning me so that his warm, golden eyes met with my green.