Marine © Copyright, LdyJessika®, April 3rd, 1999
(2009) I did not revise the grammar

Author:  LdyJessika@aol.com
[All rights reserved – copy/duplication prohibited]

Alana had heard that Stephen was home from the marines.  She kept looking out her window to see him, but he hadn’t come out of his house since returning home.  She had known him since high school, but for the past ten years hadn’t seen him.  A lot had happened in the past ten years.  She was now divorced, having to sell her house in a few months and was wondering where time seemed to disappear.  She always kept in touch with his mother and every time his mother had mentioned his name she always said she'd write to him, but there just never seemed to be time.  Now, feeling guilty that she hadn’t written to him over the years, she at least wanted to tell him she had meant to.  It seemed while she gazed out the window toward his house that there was so much she wanted to tell him and apologize for.

He’d always been a nice guy, kind of fat and plain in high school but always there when she wanted a ride somewhere.  It had been so obvious that he had loved her that her friends would laugh and taunt him.  She had always treated him as a shadow but now realized how much he must have cared for her to put up with how she had treated him.  His mother had said she wouldn’t recognize him after all these years, but then he might not even recognize her.  She was older and had added a few pounds so if he had added a few more pounds it wouldn’t matter.  She wondered where the years had flown to and why things turned out how they had.  She thought maybe she should call him, since he was probably just sitting and eating potato chips.  Remembering all the times he drove her somewhere during and long after their high school years she remembered there had been junk food all over his truck seats.  She thought about that last day she saw him when he asked her to marry him and she turned him down telling him that there was someone else she was hoping would soon be asking her.  He didn’t say anything but the next day she had heard he left town and that was ten years ago.  His mom had kept her informed that he had odd jobs here and there and then joined the Marines, still never married, and that the Marines seemed to be his life.  Shaking her head at the way things turned out she went to dress for work.

Stephen heard the alarm clock ringing and reaching out slapped at it until it turned off.  Stretching his aching body he swung his legs out of bed and leaning on his knees with his elbows he hung his head staring at the floor.  He had a two-week stretch to be home.  Having just finished putting another bunch of recruits through eight weeks of boot camp he wondered when his body would just give out.  Sliding onto his stomach on the floor his arms began to push his body into position for his routine push-ups.  His mind was still sleeping and his body ached but the hard muscles of his arms began to piston his body into only 50 push-ups – his routine for being on leave.   The hard slab of his stomach never touching the floor, he grinned placing one arm behind his back to finish his push-ups.  His discipline carried him through the routine and groaning silently he jumped to his feet and headed toward the bathroom. 

The bathroom mirror showed off his years of discipline with hard contours to his body.  He shaved his face smooth and noticed the gray showing in his cropped marine hair cut.  He looked tired.  He thought he looked old but grinning he gave his reflection the thumbs up and put on a pair of tight fitting jeans.  Walking into his mom’s sitting room he asked how she felt and then started questioning if the rumor he had heard about Alana being divorced was true.  

His mom had given him all the latest gossip and the rumor was right that Alana was divorced for over a year, not dating and hardly going out of her house except to work.  Grabbing an apple to eat as a snack, Stephen flopped down on the couch enjoying his furlough after being one of the Drill Sergeants at bootcamp at Paris Island.   The sound of silence being enjoyable without hearing himself barking orders to follow.  Looking at the mantle he saw the picture of himself over ten years ago.  He threw the apple core at his picture…the fat kid at high school graduation.  The fat kid that Alana was nice to but never would go out with.   The fat kid that had always been there for her, but hadn’t been good enough for her to marry.  Now years later he slapped the corrugated muscles of his flat abdomen as he got up to answer the phone.

He almost barked into it, “Yeah, hello?”

The voice on the other end was quiet for a moment then said, “Uh, is Stephen at home?”

He recognized the voice of Alana.  Running his hand over his marine cut hair he wondered what the hell she wanted.  He thought, well she didn’t need to use him for rides anymore so she probably needed her ex-husband’s furniture moved.  He said, “It’s me, what’s up?”

“I heard you were home from marine school.”

“That’s boot camp.  So what’s up or was that it?”

She was rather surprised at his tone since he’d always been very polite and quiet but she said, “Well I need a favor and was wondering if you were going out within the next hour could you drop me off at work.  I tried to start my car but it doesn’t seem to start.”

Stephen laughed into the phone and thought, shit nothing ever changes. She thinks she just snaps her fingers, I jump and then she just walks away.  Curious though about what she looked like after not seeing her all these years he answered, “Sure, why not, be outside by the truck in a half hour.”  He hung up before Alana could answer.

Standing by the phone listening to a dead hang up Alana was surprised by his tone.  Not thinking much of it she went to finish dressing for work hating the unbearable heat at this time of year in Texas.  Only putting on a black mid-thigh skirt without stockings she slid into a pair of low heels and grabbed a white short sleeve blouse.  Brushing her dark, brown hair she pulled it back holding it with a white ribbon.  She stared at her reflection wondering if he would notice she wasn’t as thin.  Satisfied with her appearance she sprayed Musk perfume on her neck and walked over to wait at his truck.

Leaning against it she noticed it was the same truck he left with years ago but he’d waxed it to a high polish and it was spotless inside.  She laughed thinking to herself that he probably had loaned it to another marine, who had cleaned it up before a date.  She heard his front door open and turned to say hi but then was not sure who came out of his house so she just smiled.  The stranger kept walking toward her and finally stunned she realized it was Stephen.

“Stephen?  I can’t believe it’s you!”

Stephen walked up to her backing her flat against the truck, “And why is that Alana?”  He looked down into her eyes, grinning as he put a hand on either side of her body enjoying her tiny size compared to him.

Alana was not sure which to be more stunned by – his appearance – or being pinned to his truck between his arms while he said, “So Alana, see you still need rides?”

Finally getting a grip on her mind as it raced to register his appearance and the effect he was having on her body she said, “Well fine, it you don’t want to that’s okay, I just thought since you were home I'd say hello.  It’s been ten years.”

Grinning down at her he said, “Ten years, three months, and about four days.  But who’s counting - now, get in the truck.”  He pushed away from her and opened her door, “Come on Alana, get in, where do you work?”

Climbing in the truck she gave him the address and while his eyes wandered over her legs she felt her nipples start to harden under his inspection.  She noticed he took his time looking her over and his eyes stopped and gazed at her breasts until she said, “Stephen?”

He smiled looking into her eyes, but not before noticing her nipples pushing against her white blouse.  Closing her truck door he walked around and climbed into his side.  Turning the key in the ignition he looked one more time at her nipples pushing against her blouse and felt his cock start to harden - he started driving to the other side of town but answered, “What did you want to ask, Alana?”

Her eyes kept darting to him and she finally said, “Uh, you look a lot different than I remember and act kind of different!”

“Yeah, ten years and being a Marine DS will do that to someone, Alana. And just how did I look and act?”

“Well let’s just say not how you look and seem to be acting now and now you seem to always yell.”

He smiled thinking how she still could make him care about her after all these years.  After all those nights with women in bars that he couldn't remember or care less about, this one woman, Alana, he always cared for.

He sighed, “Sorry, Alana, I'm not yelling I just intensify too much.  I’ll calm my voice down, okay?”

She looked at his profile amazed at the fine jawline and cheekbones where once fat made his chubby face so babyish.  She smiled and answered, “I’m sorry also.  I’ve had a lot go on this past year and maybe I'm a little sensitive.”

They had been chatting about the past years when suddenly Stephen pulled off the dirt road they were using and turning off the truck turned and said, “Ten years has been too damn long!  What do you really think of me now?”

She began to pull at the hem of her skirt then just looked out the window stammering, “Just different, but better different, you know.  Stephen, I wish I could go back to the last day I saw you and make things right between us but I can’t!”

Sliding his arm along the back of her seat he slid over toward her, glad he had a bench seat in his truck.  His fingers started to twirl her long hair around his index finger as he stared at her, “Different, huh? I know the last time I kissed you that you pushed me away telling me you were marrying someone else, gonna do it again if I kiss you – push me away?”

She shrugged her shoulder, “Yes, probably – why, you going to try?”

Sliding closer - his arm slid from the back of the seat onto her shoulder.  He lightly began to rub his fingertips back and forth on her shoulder – she shrugged but his hand continued its movement, his voice was slightly lower, “Want me to?”

Turning from the window she looked directly into his eyes, “No, I don’t think it would be a good idea after all this time!”

He pulled her against him tipping her chin up and whispered, “Too bad!”

His mouth slowly made it’s way toward hers and his last words before his lips claimed hers were,  “Different, huh?” 

He felt her murmur yes as his lips parted hers and his tongue slid in to find hers and claim it.  His muscled arm tightened around her like a vise, pulling her hard against him and his hand slid into her hair locking her head in the position he wanted.  His kiss deepened, devouring her lips.  Over and over his tongue raked the inside of her mouth…tasting…possessing.  Slowly but finally he felt her kissing him with equal passion.  It let loose a storm within him that had been building for years. 

He only lifted his head to look into her eyes and growl, “Different, huh?” Then he took what he had been denied in high school, on graduation night, and all these past years.  His tongue ravished the inside of her mouth while his hand left her chin and slowly slid down the column of her upturned neck to rest on the swell of her breasts.  Hesitating a moment, waiting for her reaction he finally captured her breast through her blouse cupping it.  He felt her pulling away and he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, “It’s okay Alana – tell me it’s finally okay?”

She looked into his blue eyes feeling his large hand cupping and molding her breast and his other arm holding her tight…secure.  Not answering she kissed him, running her lips slowly over his.  She licked his lips then her tongue lightly pushed between his lips trying to gain access.  She felt him suck her tongue into his mouth and kiss her back. 

He pulled back not letting her get her way and asked, “Uh, was that a yes?”

She quickly got mad not wanting to admit she wanted him, “Go to hell, Stephen, and get away from me.  We’re too old for this in a truck, anyway!”

He laughed not letting her go, “Not a chance, lady.  Fine Alana!  I’ll take that as a yes!” 

His lips moved an inch from hers, “Right?”

He pulled her lips to his for a second then whispered, “Right?”

He heard her slight answer of yes and it was all he needed.

His lips began a slow, sensual roaming over hers.  His fingers unbuttoned her white blouse and released the front n: yes">  His muscled arm tightened around her like a vise, pulling her hard against him and his hand slid into her hair locking her head in the position he wanted.  His kiss deepened, devouring her lips.  Over and over his tongue raked the inside of her mouth…tasting…possessing.  Slowly but finally he felt her kissing him with equal passion.  It let loose a storm within him that had been building for years. 

He only lifted his head to look into her eyes and growl, “Different, huh?” Then he took what he had been denied in high school, on graduation night, and all these past years.  His tongue ravished the inside of her mouth while his hand left her chin and slowly slid down the column of her upturned neck to rest on the swell of her breasts.  Hesitating a moment, waiting for her reaction he finally captured her breast through her blouse cupping it.  He felt her pulling away and he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, “It’s okay Alana – tell me it’s finally okay?”

She looked into his blue eyes feeling his large hand cupping and molding her breast and his other arm holding her tight…secure.  Not answering she kissed him, running her lips slowly over his.  She licked his lips then her tongue lightly pushed between his lips trying to gain access.  She felt him suck her tongue into his mouth and kiss her back. 

He pulled back not letting her get her way and asked, “Uh, was that a yes?”

She quickly got mad not wanting to admit she wanted him, “Go to hell, Stephen, and get away from me.  We’re too old for this in a truck, anyway!”

He laughed not letting her go, “Not a chance, lady.  Fine Alana!  I’ll take that as a yes!” 

His lips moved an inch from hers, “Right?”

He pulled her lips to his for a second then whispered, “Right?”

He heard her slight answer of yes and it was all he needed.

His lips began a slow, sensual roaming over hers.  His fingers unbuttoned her white blouse and released the front hook of her bra…his mind registered how soft her skin felt under his fingers.  Smooth, soft flesh and her mouth tasting like honey to him.  He heard her softly moan as her hands slowly roamed under his T-shirt and over his rock-hard chest.  His fingers closed over a dark-tipped peak.  Her body arched into his fingers offering what he had already taken as his.  Rolling her tender tip gently between his callused fingers his mouth left her mouth and kissed its way down her neck. 

He reached for the lever sliding the seat further back from the dash.  He pulled at her, saying, “Alana, turn around so I can hold you!”  He turned her around so she was sitting across his lap, leaning back on his arm. 

The sudden move startled her and as she slid across his lap she stammered, “Stephen! I have to get to work soon.”

His voice was deep and breathless as his lips came down on her nipple, “Yes, Alana in a moment.”

She could only moan her okay as his lips closed on her rigid tip.  She felt him taking it between his teeth teasing it with his tongue.  She felt it being licked as his teeth gently pulled it and his arm held her from leaning on the uncomfortable door.  She knew they were in the truck but he was sending shivers through her body as he sucked and licked the dark rosy tip.  She couldn't believe this was Stephen as he picked his head up to look at her breasts now tender tips swelling from his constant sucking.  She could feel his hard shaft through his jeans pushing at her bottom.  Her mind was going to the past when she'd push him away laughing at him to now when she wanted him. 

His hand as if on her command was sliding up her soft thigh to the apex of her legs.  With one leg stretched out on the seat she let the other leg hang off, opening her thighs, as much as her skirt would let her.

His hand was climbing higher on her creamy flesh…closer.  He positioned her further leaning back against his arm, and looking deeply into her eyes whispered, “I’m going to touch you, Alana.  You going to stop me?”

Her answer was typical Alana, “Should I?”

His fingers were already up her skirt and sliding inside her panties, “Too late Alana – and no you shouldn’t stop me because we want this!”  To make sure she couldn’t answer his lips kissed her and at last his fingers sifted and played with her soft mound.  He moaned deep within his chest at the same time he felt her sigh.  His fingers slid between her delicate softness and her moistness made him groan again.  His worries that she wouldn’t be ready for his touch vanished.  His fingers slowly touched her sensitive clit and rubbed the soft flesh.  Sliding his fingers lower to her entrance he finally slid his middle finger inside.  Hot and tight was all that registered in his brain.  Her hands caressing his shoulders and her feminine needy whimpers made him realize his own need and he began to slide his fingers over her moist place.

Her body was all he could have imagined that he wanted…tight…soft…and so wet to be touched and caressed by him.  He felt her spread her thighs wider and he pushed two fingers into her wetness and heat.  She began to move on them.  He stopped kissing her and looked into her brown eyes with his piercing blue ones, “Ride my fingers, Alana, ride them like you never want me to stop!”  She was slick with need and his fingers slid easily in her secret place building the heat and need.  Eyes locked as she accepted his thrusting fingers now abandoned to all but the feeling of him burying his fingers in her body.  Playing with her with his long slim fingers over and over he finally felt her body starting to sheath his fingers.  Her eyes closed…her head leaned further back and she whimpered his name as she rocked on his fingers.  Gyrating her hips she ground them in her…wriggling to get more of his fingers she had a burning desire that now consumed her.  She could hear his voice crooning, “Come Alana!  Finally be with me, baby, come now honey!”  In a whimper of need she cried his name as her body exploded in a moment of shattering release.   She was gripping his shoulders…her eyes still closed as her body climaxed and she stiffened on his fingers.   She grabbed his wrist to hold his hand still as a rush of sensations so intense she thought she'd faint.  She felt him kissing her lips lightly…her eyebrows…his fingers slowly sliding out of her and out of her panties.  Her eyes were still closed as he pulled her leg up onto the seat and cradled her in his arms while she sat on his lap.

“Alana, open your eyes.”

She looked up at him with a shy smile, “Uh, hi Stephen, I’m not sure what to say after this but I’m glad you finally came home.”

“Well Alana that was a good start.  How about I get you to work and then tonight I’ll pick you up and we go out to dinner and catch up?”

She smiled and laughed, “Should I let you?”

Kissing her hard on the lips before pushing her back over to her side of his truck he laughed, “Yes, you should and you should let me do a lot more, right?”

She looked in his eyes and answered with a note of hesitation and longing, “Yes, Stephen but what happens when you leave again?”

“I’m taking you, I have an apartment off base and this time I’m not letting you go, lady!”

“Should I let you?”

He laughed, “Yes, you should let me and let me do a lot more, right?”

Sliding closer to him she slid her hand between his thighs as he started the truck and answered, “Yes, I want you to take me with you and do a lot more.  No more being without you. Ten years, three months, and about four days was enough for that.  As you say, right?”

He smiled, “Darn right, lady!”