Waiting for Her Soldier

by Cassie Laurent

  He wasn’t a good person, and I knew Angie deserved better. I just hoped she had the strength to get out of this bad relationship before it was too late, both for her sake and Darren’s. I knew how much Angie meant to Darren. She was his kid sister, always tagging along with him in the neighborhood when we were much younger kids. Hopefully now she could see how she was hurting her brother. Darren was tough as a soldier, but he was vulnerable where it concerned the people he cared about. This was part of what made him such an exceptional man.

  We got in the car and I was about to turn the key to start the engine when Darren grabbed my hand, holding it firmly as I turned my head to look into his eyes.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  “Thank you? For what?”

  “For everything. For meeting me at the hospital, for letting me stay with you…”

  “Darren…” I said. “It’s no problem. I wanted to do those things.”

  “I know, but it’s more than that. If you hadn’t been back there with me, I would have lost my cool. I hate Donnie, but you bring out something good in me, a part of me I haven’t seen in a long, long time. You help keep me calm. So, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said. “I was proud of you in there.”

  He turned to me and smiled, genuine and sweet. Ever was he handsome! I was ready to take him home and cook him the Thanksgiving he deserved. With just the two of us it would be alright. Now that I thought about it, I couldn’t see it unfolding any other way.

  CHAPTER 21

  ———

  Back at my apartment I set to work making all the traditional dishes. I was putting the turkey in the oven quite late, which meant we’d be having a later Thanksgiving meal than most people, but I think Darren was ok with that. He seemed content to sit on the couch and watch the next football game. A classic, the Washington Redskins versus the Dallas Cowboys.

  Initially Darren had tried to come help me in the kitchen, but what could he do with one arm? As far as I could remember, I don’t think I’d ever seen him make so much as a bowl of cereal. I waved him away from the kitchen.

  “Just relax and watch the game. Let me know when someone scores.”

  At halftime he came into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab another beer. He opened it and sat at the counter, sipping it as he watched me cook. All the tension of visiting his sister and Donnie had dissipated, and we made easy conversation as I worked, just enjoying each other’s company.

  Soon everything was prepared but the turkey, which still needed another hour in the oven before it could be carved. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a beer for myself and went with Darren out to the living room to watch the game while we waited for dinner. I sat on the couch with him, but sort of at opposite ends. He waved me over, giving me a knowing look with his eyes.

  I sidled up next to him and he put his arm around me. I was melting, thinking ‘this is the moment I’ve long been waiting for.’ For the time being, it didn’t go any further than that, but that was alright for now. I was satisfied and content to have his strong arm around me, protecting me as he pulled me into the warmth of his body.

  All the work of earlier in the day had finally caught up with me and I was feeling a bit sleepy. I could have fallen asleep right then and there, but this dinner was important to me. It was important that Darren got the Thanksgiving he deserved, and that things would show some semblance of normality on this quintessentially American holiday. Even though he wasn’t saying it, I knew the events overseas were still on his mind. He was worried about all the brothers who were still over there fighting. I wanted to do whatever I could to take his mind off of those stresses.

  The buzzer on the oven went off and I left the living room to go take the turkey out of the oven. Darren followed me into the kitchen where I was just beginning to carve the turkey.

  “Honey, you can keep watching the game if you want. I’ll bring the food out when it’s ready.”

  “No, I’m fine in here with you. I’m gonna go turn off the TV. We should eat at the table like a traditional Thanksgiving meal.”

  “Alright, fine by me.”

  Darren left the room. I heard the sounds of the loud crowd on the television disappear into silence, and momentarily Darren walked back in. I watched as he started to set the table with his one good arm, and couldn’t help smiling to myself. Here was this big, muscular soldier setting the table like some overgrown child. The fact that he was doing it one-armed sent me over the top and I started laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” asked Darren with a wry grin on his face.

  “Look at you, you can barely even set the table. You’re completely helpless,” I laughed.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. I don’t know what you’d do without me right now.”

  “I’d probably have to order a pizza,” he laughed, walking over behind me as I carved the turkey.

  Then I felt him wrap his good arm around me. I set down the carving knife as he pulled me away from the turkey, his strong arm nestling me against the warmth of his muscular body. It felt flirtatious and fun, and I didn’t know just how to react, but for some reason my body was acting on its own.

  I turned around to face him as he kept his arm clasped around me, his hand resting on the small of my back. Turning my head up to face him, I saw his eyes looking back intently. It was a look I had seen before, but never from Darren. It was as if he was trying to tell me something, but didn’t want to speak the words I most desperately wanted to hear.

  I was caught in his gaze, held to him and unable to look away. All the anticipation of months gone by welled up inside of me, those lost, incomprehensible moments of days past now finally making sense. Everything that had happened, both good and bad, had been leading up to this perfect moment.

  I knew he wanted to say something, and there was so much I wanted to say, too. But neither of us could find any words, so we didn’t bother. I closed my eyes and turned my mouth up toward Darren’s and felt him lean in to meet me in a soft, passionate kiss, drawn out to punctuate the moment, a symbol of the end of my long wait, and also the beginning of whatever future we had together.

  We broke our kiss and I put my hands on his shoulders, holding him there so I could get a good look at him, hoping his face might show me any kind of sign, a way of interpreting his act—an act I’d been anticipating for so long, yet one that had arrived so suddenly and unexpectedly. Then we parted.

  “Did you like that?” asked Darren.

  “Yes,” I said in a soft voice.

  “Me too,” he said, going back in for another kiss that against all odds surpassed the passion of our first.

  Our lips touched and parted, the wetness of our tongues flitting in and out, swirling in a spiral of hot desire. How many times had I dreamed of this? I couldn’t possibly count all those many instances, but even my most vivid dreams could never compare to this embrace, the all-consuming nature of these intimate seconds.

  It’s not a problem to be at a loss for words, not at a time like this, when words are so completely unnecessary, when touch and taste are the best description. In such circumstances, the senses serve much more spectacularly than mere nouns and verbs, painting a canvas of passion that’s captured only in the immediacy of the desire of two people for each other.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted—”

  “Shh,” I said, cutting him off. “I know.”

  I felt a bulge growing in his pants as he held me there against his body. Breaking away from his embrace, I grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the couch. These last few minutes had shown me that Darren was mine, and I didn’t want to let this chance slip away. There was no need to talk, no need to make ourselves wait a single moment longer. With this handsome man here before me , signaling to me that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, I knew that there was no need to be shy any longer.

  I gave him a slight push on his broad chest and he fell backwards, feigning surprise as he landed
on the couch. I climbed on top of him, straddling him with my legs as I leaned in again, begging for another kiss. As we locked lips, Darren moved his right hand over my body, guiding it along my curves, accenting his gentle touch every now and then with a sensual squeeze of my ass. I started to unbutton his shirt, slowly working my way to the bottom as we continued our passionate exchange of kisses, each deeper and wetter than the last.

  Opening up his shirt, I pulled away for a second, watching my hands as I moved them over his broad chest, my soft, pale hands contrasting with his tan, muscular pecs. I moved my hands up to his shoulders and eased off his shirt, being careful and deliberate so as not to agitate his injured arm. I tossed his shirt to the floor, then leaned backward to pull my own shirt up over the top of my head.

  “I guess you’re going to make me take my own bra off, too?” I said jokingly, hinting toward his injured arm.

  “Well…”

  As I leaned back to take off my bra, Darren leaned into me for another kiss, reaching his arm around behind my back and undoing my bra with a flick of his fingers. Having him take control turned me on. Even with his injured arm he was all man. Now when I leaned into him I was pressing my bare breasts into his chest, my nipples stimulated as they were grazed by his chest hair. Our tongues flitted in and out of each other’s mouths, but my bliss was just beginning, with the promise of climax only hinted at by these preliminary gestures of physical desire.

  “Let me get a look at you,” said Darren, pulling his head away from our kiss.

  Suddenly, I felt shy. In the rush of those first few heated moments, my insecurities had completely fled my consciousness. Now they made their way back in. Finally naked before him, in the midst of our display of passion I was left feeling vulnerable. I leaned back, my hands clasped to my chest, covering my nipples, sensitive and hard now with the thought of what was to come.

  Darren gently grabbed my hands, pulling each in turn away from my chest, laying my full, supple tits exposed before him.

  “Lauren, you’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

  As much as I loved hearing those words, I had no desire to talk right now. I knew what I wanted. As I felt the bulge in his pants growing ever harder, I could tell he wanted it too. I went back in for another kiss as his hand cupped my breast, pinching the nipple teasingly as we made out. I could feel myself starting to get wet, feeling hot with the prospect of finally having Darren inside me—deep inside me. I could feel his cock now through his pants, a pulsing rod of erotic fury just waiting for the moment to consummate our duel desire.

  Inching my way backwards off of Darren, I moved off the couch and down between his legs. I ran my hands up his abs and over his chest, feeling the hypnotic tension of his muscles, those long hours of militarily training transformed into bulging, rock-hard vessels of pure, unadulterated strength and manly vitality. I started kissing my way down his abs as my hands worked their way over his body.

  I kissed as far as I could go, then began unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his pants. Darren eased himself off the couch and I pulled his pants and boxers down off of him, revealing for the first time the enormous bulge I’d felt earlier as I’d straddled him. He was enormous, even with his cock only half hard. Hesitantly, I touched it with my hand, just barely getting my fingers around his girth. Massaging him gently, I kissed his abs again, then slowly made my way down to his cock.

  I took his balls in my hands, running them through my fingers gently as I kissed my way up his cock. I could feel him growing harder with each touch of my lips, his body reacting to the anticipation of what was next. Once I made my way up the shaft I kissed his tip, parting my lips slightly to give him a hint of the wetness inside. Then I gave a quick lick, my tongue just barely flitting out of my mouth, teasing him once more with the deliberateness with which I held off the final pleasure.

  Moving my head back down, I started sucking on his sack, taking each ball and manipulating it with my tongue. I wanted his cock in my mouth and hearing him groan made me dripping wet with desire; I wouldn’t hold out on him much longer, because that would mean putting off my own pleasure. I licked back up his shaft and once at the top I took his tip into my mouth.

  Darren emitted a loud groan, the warm wetness of my mouth apparently living up to the expectations he had been building up in his mind. His cock grew harder and larger, far bigger than when I had started. I pushed my head down onto him, taking his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat, gagging momentarily at his size.

  I almost wondered whether I could fit him inside me. I was soaking wet, but it’d been so long since I’d been with anyone, I might be too tight to fit him. And yet, I wanted him so bad, I wouldn’t care if he stretched my body to the absolute limit; I was ready and willing to do anything for him.

  He held me by the back of my head, clutching my hair as he guided the motions of my mouth on his big cock, thrusting inside me at a slow rhythm. The salty taste of his pre-cum was turning me on, making me yearn for his cock in my tight, wet slit. I swirled my tongue, pressing it to his cock as I held him in my mouth, sucking forcefully as I bobbed up and down on him. I gently dragged my teeth, a teasing sensation that let Darren know how badly I wanted him.

  I enjoyed the feeling of his cock gliding in and out of my mouth. It turned me on so much that before I knew it my hand was down at my crotch, undoing the buttons on my jeans so that I could touch myself while I pleasured him. I sucked on him passionately. I was his completely; he had to know that by now. I wanted him to take me, to fuck me hard. I’d been so innocent in high school when we’d hung out, and I wasn’t necessarily the most experienced girl in my twenties, but I wanted him to treat me dirty right now. I wanted him to give it to me hard, but as I sucked him off, I wondered: was he going to make me ask for it?

  Fortunately, I think Darren had some idea what I had in mind, because moments later he gently touched my chin, pulling my mouth off his cock and tilting my head up to look him in the eyes.

  “I want you, Lauren. I want to fuck you so badly. Why don’t you take off the rest of those clothes?”

  Flashing a dirty smile, and without saying so much as a single word, I undid the rest of the buttons on my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then I peeled off my panties, letting them slide down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and made my way back over to the couch. Straddling Darren once again, I prepared for the most tantalizing pleasure, and also, as I well expected, the momentary pain of him first pushing inside of me.

  Once on top of him I reached down below me to find his cock, now seemingly larger than before, pulsing hard with the anticipation of entering my tight, wet slit. Rubbing the tip against my swollen lips, giving both myself and Darren one last tease before ultimately giving in, I smiled naughtily to myself. I’d waited so long for this, and now I was finally getting what I truly wanted, for perhaps the first time in my life.

  Holding his cock in my hand, I eased down onto him, tinges of pain and pleasure shooting through my body as I felt him stretching my folds far past anything I’d ever felt before. Putting my hands on his shoulders I leaned into him, giving him a soft, wet kiss as I eased down further onto his massive cock.

  “Go slow. It’s been a long time. I’m so tight right now.”

  “Ok,” he grunted as he grabbed my hip, accenting his verbal confirmation with a slight thrust.

  We moved in sensual rhythm, the motions of one complementing those of the other, our bodies in unison, acting out our desire and eliciting delight from every single one of our senses.

  As I rode him, I couldn’t help running my hands all over his body, finally having his tensed, toned muscles here before me, their size and hardness complementing that of his pulsing member inside me. Darren squeezed my voluptuous ass, occasionally giving it a light spank as I rocked back and forth on him. He pushed me down onto his cock, going deeper and deeper with each stroke as I continued matching my body to his rhythm.

  Every now and again I’d lean back
into him, pressing my soft, full breasts into his muscular chest as I gave him a wet kiss, alternately sucking and swirling my tongue with exceptional nuance. The pain of him first entering me was starting to subside and I felt myself grinding him harder, riding him with a passionate fury I’d never expected I was capable of. What had started out as pain had given over completely to intense pleasure, causing intermittent moans to escape my mouth with each hard thrust of Darren’s cock inside me, every thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

  You would think that having his huge cock inside me would be satisfying, and it was satisfying in a superficial sense. But the reality was that every single movement, each sensual glide in and out of my wet slit, made me want him even more than the last. I wanted to my fucked hard, to have him finish inside me, giving me everything that I wanted from him and leaving nothing behind.

  “I want you so bad,” I breathed into his ear, my soft words encouraging a forceful stroke from Darren who grabbed my ass, pushing me hard onto his throbbing member. I moaned loudly, both our bodies covered in sweat, making our way towards the exhausted satisfaction of climax, a feeling both of us had been waiting for longer than we could remember.

  His motions were at times subtle and hypnotic, at others intense and ecstatic. Each wave of pleasure that rolled through me magnified and focused the ecstasy of the last. Soon I recognized a feeling in my body beginning to well up and make its way to the surface, a feeling that up until now I’d nearly forgotten: it was the feeling of an impending and inevitable orgasm, the consummation and climax of all this hot sex, simultaneously a good and bad sensation. Good, because I knew that I was about to orgasm harder than I ever had in my life; bad because I wanted to prolong this moment, to draw out this intimacy, to heighten my pleasure evermore with self-imposed longevity.

  I didn’t want to give in. I didn’t want to come just yet. It was too soon, far too soon. I wanted to ride Darren well into the night, both of us sweating, our body heat traded back and forth in this long wished for erotic embrace. But I didn’t have a choice, I could feel it rolling through my body, building, gaining in intensity and momentum despite everything I did to fight it off.