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Everything went white with desire.
It almost hurt how fiercely I came, the roping cum threading through the slit atop my thick cock. My heavy balls tightened securely, and I burst my seed into my lover – caught safely inside the condom.
Gasping, groaning, and breathing heavy, I collapsed onto the bed beside her, my head swimming with dazed pleasure.
After a moment of composing ourselves, I reached over and squeezed her sexy little ass. Kate giggled at the pressure, rubbing her rump into my hardened dick.
“See? Who needs the military?” She smirked, grinding her cheeks against my still-hard dick. “Ain’t none of them who can jump your cock like I can.”
I felt her cheeks rubbing around the outside of the erection, squeezing it between. It was a possessive move, and I loved it.
“True,” I agreed with a groan, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. With a chuckle, I pulled her into a tight embrace. “It’s a talent.”
“Goddamn right it is,” she huskily murmured in my ear, neck so close to my lips that I strained to keep from biting it. “We were made for each other, we were.”
“Ain’t arguing that,” I said defensively.
“Don’t worry, Grizz.” Kate turned over and took my face into her hands. “I know you have to do this. I’m not about to give you grief over it.”
“Kate…”
“No, I mean it,” she replied sadly, planting a kiss on my lips. “It sucks, but you do what you’ve gotta do.”
I felt bad for putting her in this position.
The plan had only been to knock out four years in the Marines, then come back home to my beloved – for good. I’d put in some time serving the country, get some serious training from respected marine officials, and leave with a sense of direction for the rest of my life.
After a stint in the military, I’d come back home with a solid bank account and whisk her away from all of this. We could start our life anew.
But this shit in Afghanistan changed the game. War meant a hefty signup bonus, better perks, more security afterwards, and selfishly… I liked being told what to do. I enjoyed direction from someone I could respect. I was a loose cannon in need of authority from someone I trusted, and God knew it.
“Not a whole lot of people can do a combat tour in the Marines, and here you are doing two. I’m proud of you, Grizz,” she whispered lovingly. “Lots of people around here are.”
“I don’t care about any of them,” I told her. “Can’t say I give two rat-shits about their opinions.”
It was true.
My deadbeat, washed up alcoholic father was still rotting in his trailer somewhere around here, and the rest of the people – nice as they were – weren’t enough to keep me in this tiny Arizonan mountain town.
“I know,” she smiled. “It’s just you and me against the world, isn’t it?”
“Always was, Kate,” I nodded. “Always will be.”
Her hand stroked my arm, up to my shoulder. “Which is why I wanted to make your last night as a free man special,” my lover smiled. “Tonight, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
“And don’t it feel good,” I grinned.
“When you get back, we’ll get all set up,” Kate smirked. “And maybe then, you won’t need a commander. You’ll be in charge of your fate. You can call your own shots. It’ll be your time in the spotlight.”
“Don’t care much for the spotlight,” I shook my head. “Something to be said about enabling someone better.”
She snuggled up closer. “Who could ever be better than you, Grizz?”
“Plenty of men,” I shrugged. “Besides, there’s safety in it. Put someone else in charge, someone deserving, and serve them well. Make a difference without putting yourself on fucking display. That’s the life for me.”
Kate smiled and shook her head. “That can work for you, but I’m a bit more ambitious than that.”
“New York,” I nodded knowingly.
“I’ve decided to turn it down.”
“What, why?”
“I’m going to wait for you, Grizz. I mean, really… Can you see a shy little desert girl like me in the big city alone? In the biggest city we’ve got? They’d eat me alive up there.”
“You can handle it.”
“Not convinced I can. No, I’d rather go up there with you by my side,” she told me. “Then I can focus on the work...”
“But what about the job offer?”
“The industry’s not going anywhere soon. I can wait and build up my work history out here. Maybe I’ll take a few more classes. By the time you’re back, I’ll probably be up for even better job offers.”
“Don’t know that’s what’ll happen.”
“The other choice is to live in some shitty studio apartment and barely pay the bills. The pay’s good, but it’s not that good. Not for New York City…”
“So, what? You’re just staying out here now until I’m ready?” I asked thoughtfully. “That wasn’t the plan.”
“Neither was watching you string on your combat boots to play Rambo on the other side of the world,” Kate reminded me, “but we are where we are, and I support you either way.”
I pulled her deep into my embrace.
“I’ll come back. I promised you this, I’ll be back before you know it, and I’ll be able to take even better care of you. You’ll see.”
“Don’t I know it,” she softly smiled, nuzzling into my hard chest, listening to promises given so carefully, with such undying conviction.
But I failed her.
Because by the time I finally came back to Arizona, Kate was long gone…
Kate
Two Months Ago
Waitressing the overnight shift sucked.
It meant that I always had to deal with the sloppy drunkards that wandered in off the street, eager for food just as much as a nice piece of ass to squeeze.
Waffle Shack, with its giant, glowing interstate sign, was a godsend to truckers in for the long haul. At least the out-of-towners knew when to quit ahead when you stopped playing along.
The locals thought you owed them.
When regulars started leaving larger than average tips, my pocketbook loved it, but my soul dreaded it. That meant it was only a matter of time before they expected the flirting to go a little bit… further.
After all, they were being generous.
The least you could do was let them have a little touch, right? Let ‘em have a bit of a friendly pat?
Wrong.
That’s not the kind of girl I am.
Sure, a little sexual harassment comes with the job, especially in the Deep South. But I didn’t sign up in this dump to serve platters of hash browns and grits, only to make myself the main course.
It didn’t even pay that well.
Only six weeks into this crummy job, and I already had to remind some of the older, overly friendly customers that there were strip clubs just a few exits down that offered what they wanted.
Sometimes, the customers were the least of my problems…
I was stuck on the bullshit overnight shifts because I was on probation, thanks to the shit-stain assistant manager, Clyde.
The problem was that I’d been naïve.
When Clyde started making advances not three days into the job, I’d politely warded him off. I was used to that kind of attention here, after all, and I really needed this job.
What I had failed to understand was that I was the novelty. I was the cute girl from out of town with the thick skin who could dish it out as often as I got it.
Hot plates optional.
But Clyde hadn’t taken too kindly to that. He’d taken that as playing hard to get.
His bulletproof plan was two-fold. Part one was a heaping of snide little sexual comments that were somehow supposed to make me drop on my knees in his office, giving him some of that Southern service with a smile.
The other part was automatically giving me the best shifts and days off becau
se he liked me, and it made me owe him.
Or so he thought.
The other waitresses, much more senior than I, didn’t care for that. I couldn’t turn to them for help, because every time I happened upon them smoking outside, they were bitching about my special treatment.
It came to a head when Clyde cornered me in the cooler one lazy Sunday afternoon, eager to wet his whistle, and I gave him a piece of my goddamn mind.
Oh, he got the picture alright.
Then the lecherous fucker smacked me with probation. So now, I was working the lazy overnight shifts, scrambling for tips from the drunken fuckers and broke college students stumbling in off the street.
The saving grace was Muriel, the other overnight waitress, a career server around seventy who took a liking to me. The woman could have been my grandmother, both in age and hospitable attitude. All she was missing was the tray of warm cookies every night.
So, the money sucked, and the rest of the scheduled servers thought I was first blowing their boss, and now getting uppity about putting out – no matter what I said.
On top of that, the late-night customers weren’t used to having a younger, attractive waitress on their beck and call. So, they acted up for me.
But there was Muriel to tell them off.
