by Haley Nix
Excerpts From Other Stories
Part 1, Perfect Soldier: Catching Colton
Colt’s Perspective
Truth be told, I hadn't quite gotten used to being back yet. And when I say it, I mean everything: civilian clothes, civilian cars, no drills, paved American streets, Oak trees and houses with perfectly-watered, green grass in their front lawns. It was strange being back in the U.S. If you spend too much time in the desert, it can be like that.
And the women, I wasn't used to them either. I hadn't been with one in a long time, or even looked at one really. Since coming back to America, I got that particular look from women a lot, the familiar smile and the quick checkout, a subtle hint that they were interested, if only on a totally primal level. I just sort of brushed it off. The idea of being with a woman was almost foreign to me, it'd been so long since I'd had time to even cultivate an interest in another person on that level.
But things changed when I saw her in the bar earlier. Cat. I liked that named, it sounded feisty and wild. I could only imagine what she was like in bed. When I first saw her, my heart damn near broke. "Curves that could kill" was the only way to describe her. Full, gorgeous breasts, just the right amount of cleavage; a round, voluptuous ass that melded into her beautiful thighs, her jeans tight against her skin. I imagined what it might be like having her bounce that ass in front of me as I stroked inside her, and I felt myself starting to get hard at the thought.
Her blouse had been tight, too, revealing those extra pounds around her midsection, those free-flowing, killer curves. I liked a girl with a body like that, a little chubby, but with tons of confidence. Women like Cat knew how to treat a man in bed, you could tell by the way they walked and the way they talked. With a little luck, I'd be finding this out for sure later tonight.
Part 2, Perfect Soldier: Colt & Cat
Cat’s Perspective
He knew what I wanted, what I'd wanted all week long, that cathartic release that would wash the stress of school and my job away. Granted the stress of preparing for exams was over, but I still hadn't received my final grades. I know I shouldn't have been worried about it, especially since there was nothing I could do now, but I wouldn't be completely relaxed until the grades were officially in the books.
As he drove, I put my hand on Colt's leg, easing it up slowly toward his crotch. He looked straight ahead, as if he didn't even notice. Then I began massaging, my hand between his legs, rubbing gently, feeling that big cock starting to get hard. Could I make it all the way home? Now that I'd initiated things, I felt my desire growing exponentially by the second. How could I hold out that long?
I continued rubbing, then unbuckled my seat belt, moving my head down toward his crotch. Colt shifted the seatback, knowing what I had in mind, anticipating it even more than I was. I unzipped his jeans. He got up slightly, allowing me to shimmy them off of his hips so I could pull out that monster cock, already halfway hard. My mouth would get it the rest of the way there.
Part 3, Perfect Soldier: Long Goodbye
Colt’s Perspective
The hot water splashed against my body, waking me completely from the last of my clinging sleepiness. I stood there thinking as the water washed over my face. I still hadn't told Cat about the money from Vegas. I don't know what it was, but for some reason I had a feeling it would complicate things. I guess I'd just keep it to myself for now and wait for the right time to bring it up.
Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat slip in behind me. I smiled to myself. I loved mornings like this.
I felt her press up against me, touching me gently, her hands reaching around the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to myself as the water continued to rain down. Maybe it's a little embarrassing, but I was already starting to get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by her friskiness and the unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.
She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and bigger with every subtle motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting stronger and more rapid. My body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell that Cat needed it, too. How many of our days had started like this? More than a few, but usually in bed instead of the shower.
In our hearts we knew that our time together was short-lived, marked by my eventual need to go back overseas and serve on another tour of duty. We never spoke about that possibility, as if not talking about it made it somehow unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it impacted us on mornings like this where we were determined to live each moment to the fullest.