ROMANCE: Romantic Comedy: Love in 30 Days - The Best Plans Don't Always Work! (Plus 19 FREE Books Book 13) (7 page)

              “We don’t have to call it that” he said, I guess hoping that he wasn’t scaring me off.

“No, it’s cool, it’s a date” I replied, but I’ll expect flowers” I went on and giggled. There were no flower shops in Merrillville.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at, say 6:30?” he said, “What’s your address?”

I told him where to find me and went back to finish my shift. I was, as silly as it sounds, as excited as a schoolgirl. He was attractive and interesting and he actually listened to everything that I said. I felt a familiar tingling between my legs, imagining that I might even get laid that night.

Karen, whom I worked with, had seen me out back chatting to the stranger. All the girls were talking about him. Some said that he was a drifter that went from town to town, others claimed that he was a soldier looking for some kind of redemption on the road. Others still claimed that he was an outlaw on the run. Not a single one of those people had yet even spoken a word to him.

I finished my shift and raced back to my house. Home was a small 1 bedroom clapboard house just three blocks from the cafe. The street was filled with houses that all sort of looked the same, half of them with white picket fences. I hated it. I wanted to go back to San Francisco or to Tokyo or maybe even Australia. The grass is
always
greener when you haven’t actually seen it.

I stripped down and got in the shower. I wanted to shave my legs and pussy also in case Jamie asked for a taste. I found myself getting a little horny at the thought and nearly masturbated there in the shower. But I decided to wait. If he didn’t want a bit of fun, I could always self service later. At least I would have a good meal, something that I had been rather lax about as of late. Cooking for 1 is so boring.

I stepped out of the shower, giving myself a good look in the mirror. My breasts had just the right hang and were topped with very sensitive nipples. I was quite happy with just a 34B as I could get away without wearing a bra sometimes and I had heard that girls with huge tits had back problems. I would not have minded being blessed with a C cup though, but I was happy with what I had.

              I put one foot up on the bathroom counter in order to get a better view to shave my pussy. My rather big lips hung down a bit and again I considered playing with them. When I was young I had been really embarrassed by how large they were, but one guy, an early boyfriend, had convinced me that they were beautiful. That and the fact that he gave amazing oral. God how I loved to have my pussy sucked on.

I finished shaving and got dressed quickly. Jamie would be arriving soon and I wanted to not only look nice but also be able to ride on the back of a bike. Dress or skirt was out of the question so I opted for a sleek black top that tied up around the neck and my favorite soft pair of jeans. My ass always looked good in them. I slipped on a pair of stay up lace top stockings, a tiny pair of red lacy panties and my best loved cutaway bra. Yeah, I was being presumptuous, but better safe than sorry.

Jamie was late, by almost 20 minutes and I went through many stages of self doubt, feeling tense, uneasy and ugly. Maybe he didn’t like me after all. It was stupid and I knew it, but every girl feels it some times. When he finally arrived with a handful of flowers, freshly stolen from some local garden, I let out a sigh of relief and giggled, my ridiculous self doubt disappearing in a second. He looked amazing in a leather jacket and tight jeans. Gone was the camouflage solider look from earlier in the day.

“Sorry I’m late” he said, “I got pulled over by your friendly local police.”

“What happened?” I asked, worried that the outlaw rumors might be true.

“Nothing at all really” he said, “they are just curious about new people in town. ”I told him that I had served and he was suddenly my best friend. When he found out that I’d been a SEAL he wanted to take me out for drinks.”

“Seal?” I asked naively, conjuring up images of the arctic.

“Never mind” He said. “come one let’s go.”

“I wanna put these in water fist” I said, “no one ever gives me flowers.” It was true too.

“No one?” He asked, “in cased you had not noticed I …umm… liberated these from a garden.”

“I don’t care” I replied, “you liberated them for me, that’s all that counts.

I loved his smile. When he wasn’t looking sad or defeated he had the best smile with two big dimples that made him look naughty. I knew that somewhere inside this guy was a very happy man. I ran into the house, put the flowers in water and came running back out, my ponytail bouncing behind me. I hoped that I looked totally fuckable because I could not stop thinking about sex ever since my shower and pussy shave.

The vibration of the bike between my legs did nothing to lessen the feeling. By the time we got to the restaurant in Watson, my panties were damp and my nipples were hard. Having my arms wrapped around a nice smelling masculine guy made it even worse. I was practically squirming in my seat.

“So what’s your story then?” I asked him as we ate “what’s all this about seals?”

“Navy seals” he said “it’s not really the navy, more like special ops. Hard core training and then we get sent into the worst of it.”

“Wow” I replied, “what’s that like? I mean, I have seen the movies and stuff…. but…”

“It’s nothing like the movies” he said with what was almost an angry tone “I have seen and been a part of some really terrible stuff.”

“Sorry” I replied, holding up my hands. I really wanted him to like me.

“Look” he said, “I’m sorry for reacting like that. I need to get past it, I need to move on. It’s just that some times it really bothers me.” He had that defeated, wounded look again. I wanted to hold him.

“So here you are in nowheresville with a pretty girl that likes you and you can just relax and leave it behind.”

“Sounds easy, huh? You haven’t seen what I have. As much as I hated the horror of it, I sometimes feel that it would be easier to just re-enlist, to just go back there.” Then after a second he looked me in the eye. “Wait, did you just say ‘a girl that likes you?” He went on.

“Can’t you tell? Have I not been obvious enough?

“Well… I like you too” he said. He seemed nervous, almost shy.

“I am willing to bet” I said cautiously, “that if you were to ask to come inside when you took me home that you would probably get lucky.” I was doing my best to look seductive and tempting.

“Marietta” he said, sounding a little embarrassed “I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I am kind of hoping to find something meaningful.”

“So what, you can’t take me home and fuck me stupid and then see if we have something? I mean, I bet that we could both use it. This is the kind of talk that often got me in to trouble with local guys, though I never had any interest in more than a fuck.

“I could probably do that” he replied, smiling again.

“Look Jamie, I have managed to keep the local boys at bay, and I too would love to have something special, I mean who wouldn’t? But the truth is that we met for a reason.” I was trying to sound all interesting and cryptic, but | was actually thrilled that he might be interested in more than just a sticky session. But I barely even knew him, so I knew that I was being silly. I figured, like anything else, time will tell.

It was agreed that we would go to my place and just take it as it comes. No drama, no pressure no stupid games. It was refreshing to be dealing with a guy around my age that actually acted like it. He was staying at the only hotel in town and in a village like mine where everyone knows everyone else’s business, it was best that we avoided there.

On the ride back, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, the buzz of the bike making my clit tingle. I briefly wondered if by ‘I haven’t been with anyone in  a while’ meant that he would be crap in bed. I dismissed the thought so as not to have any preconceived ideas.

I fumbled with the keys trying to get inside and noticed that one of my neighbors was watching us go in. Everyone would notice a motorcycle in my driveway anyway, so there was little point in thinking about it. I almost tripped on the carpet while going in the door because I was a little nervous. Why, I am not sure. I wanted him to like me, where as all my other (seldom) conquests had been for nothing more than a little physical pleasure.

When he kissed me, any thoughts of him not being amazing in bed flew out the window. His lips were soft but firm and when our tongues met there was like this little jolt of electricity. I know that it sounds corny and girly, but it really happened. He was strong too and the way that he held me made me melt a little.

Our embraces turned to groping which quickly became a little frantic and we kind of started pulling each others clothes off in a uncoordinated manner. His leather jacket and my top ended up in an unceremonious heap on the floor. We both fumbled with our jeans and I practically tore his white t-shirt over his head. He stood there looking at me, his mouth open slightly.

“You are like a goddess” he said “sent from…. sex heaven.”

I must have looked hot in my panties bra and stockings. I knew that there was a very wet patch between my legs. He was very attractive, all muscles and sinew. He had a big cock that I really wanted to grab on to, From the head hung a shiny strand of pre cum.

“You look pretty damn good yourself” i said. I noticed that his cock and balls were shaved smooth, much like my pussy.

I stepped forward, letting my legs part a little. I reached down with one hand and pulled my panties to the side so that my big horny labia were showing and I let one finger slip between them. I was slick and wet. I put that same finger to my mouth and rubbed it on my lips.

“That’s dirty” he said but his smile was huge.

“You have no idea” I said, “I have been saving it up actually. It’s been a while for me too.”

I knelt down on the carpet before him and took his rapidly swelling cock in both hands. It was beautiful and smooth and straight. I put my lips to the tip so that the pre cum hung between them and the head of his cock. The entire time I kept eye contact with him in order to let him know that I was into this all the way, not just the sex, but him. Then I grasped his cock by the base, his balls in my other hand and inched the length of his shaft all the way in to the back of my throat. I couldn’t breath as I had pushed it so

deep, but it turned me on immensely. It turned him on too.

              “Oh my god Marietta” he said, moaning. That in turn made me even more horny and I let my hand fall between my legs so that I could finger myself. My massive lips still hung outside of my panties

My nose was pushed against his abdomen and he put one hand softly on either side of my face and began to rock back and forth a bit, literally fucking my mouth. I am not ashamed to say that I made myself cum as he did it. I had always been multi orgasmic, but I had a feeling that it was going to be a leg shaking night.

My pussy and ass were still in the midst of crazy contractions when he reached down and helped me to a standing position from where I knelt on the floor. He knelt down himself yanked my panties down and kind of pushed me forward so that I was bent over, hands on the carpet with my legs spread about 3 feet apart

I had a perfectly spectator view as he began to tongue fuck both my pussy and ass from behind. No one had ever dome this to me before and the combination of his skill and the pornographic view that I had brought me right back to the edge of another orgasm. When he pushed his tongue deep inside of me and I watched more pre cum ooze out of his beautiful cock head poking out between is legs, I shuddered and spasmed as I came yet again. This time it was so strong that I nearly fell down. I was torn between reaching back to spread my as cheeks open to allow him better access and spinning around to sit on that cock. I chose the latter.