Lusting for Her Soldier (Curvy Girls, BBW Erotic Romance) (2 page)

To my surprise, I actually liked it. The first letter I received back was incredibly long. Adam had seen a lot in his time in Afghanistan, but he still maintained a positive and upbeat attitude about his life there. He described the arid and rugged desert of that dangerous country in almost literary detail, something pretty unexpected from a young soldier. He told me about his fellow soldiers and some of the missions he had been on. No real details, though, because much of it remained classified, but soon I relished the chance to soak up any new information he could tell me. His life over there seemed so exciting, especially compared to the tedium of my life as a bartender. Adam was halfway around the world, learning about a new culture and making an exciting career for himself; the way he described it made it sound like some sort of amazing adventure.

A few months ago, however, I noticed a shift in the tone of his letters. Things had been rougher there lately. His squadron had been assailed several times recently by radical militants in a particularly violent province of Afghanistan. There had been a number of close calls and several of his fellow soldiers had been injured critically. A few weeks later, Adam wrote to tell me that his best friend over there had died when his truck had detonated a roadside bomb; Adam had been driving the truck immediately behind his friend at the time of the explosion.

Still, Adam retained his resolve. He believed in the cause he was fighting for and was committed to doing his duty to the fullest extent. It was in his nature to be this brave, this strong and courageous. Most men, after all, would have wept like children. Instead, Adam continued to serve his country with honor. But the death of his friend affected him deeply and I could sense the sadness in his letters.

Soon after that tragic event, he stopped writing about day-to-day occurrences altogether. There was no point in cataloging the day-to-day danger he was in overseas, so Adam focused on other things to help assuage my concern for him. He wrote about patriotism, about how much he loved his country and how he couldn’t wait to set foot on American soil once again. He wrote about his plans for when he returned home and how much he missed simple things, like watching a baseball game. He wrote about how much he missed me.

When I had read those last lines, “Sandra, I miss you so much,” it affected me way more than it should have. Of course he missed me, we were best friends. Still, I couldn’t help but feel there was a much deeper sentiment in those last few words.

I know, I know, it’s a letter. And perhaps it was incredibly wishful thinking on my part, but in some ways, everything else he had written about was more revealing to his character than a lot of our face-to-face conversations had been. He definitely had a way with words. I couldn’t believe it, but it was this letter that had rekindled my attraction towards Adam, to a new level I had never felt before.

This was why it was such a devastating shock when I learned he’d be on another tour of duty.

Finally, months later, he was coming home. My years of worry for his life were soon to be a thing of the past. I shifted nervously as I waited in the terminal, feeling ambivalent about Adam’s return. Of course, I was glad that he would finally be home safe and sound, but I also had this newfound attraction to him that I knew would make life difficult for me. After writing so many letters to him and hearing about his military life, I’d begun to see what an exceptional man he really was. Compared with the immature boys of my high school years, and the immature men I now served as a bartender, he was of a different breed altogether. He was principled, honorable, and brave.

These thoughts rushed through my head as I saw Adam come through the gate carrying luggage and wearing his desert camouflage. It had been about five years since I’d last seen him, and in that time he’d changed considerably. For one thing, he was in amazing shape, even better than before. In high school he’d always been pretty wiry, a muscular yet naturally skinny guy, but the discipline of the Army had made him pack on about forty pounds of pure muscle. His body was cut, and I could even his bulging body under the thick cotton of his standard issue uniform.

He tossed his bags to the ground as he approached, and when he came to me I jumped into his arms, ecstatic to see him. To any outside observer, I probably looked like the patient girlfriend, happy to see her long lost soldier return. Part of me wished that I was. Adam was laughing, but I was crying tears of joy, happy to finally see him in the flesh, home safe and sound. I hoped he was home once and for all.

We walked to the car together, Adam carrying his bags with me by his side, neither of us really saying much of anything. Most of this was just fantasy and I’d intended to let it play out as such. I’d never really entertained the idea of
actually
being with Adam.

Not until I saw him, anyways.

But now that he was here in front of me, I couldn’t get the thought of fucking him out of my head. As we rode home in the car together I daydreamed about the possibilities of that opened themselves to me now that I finally had Adam by my side again. If I’d been alone, I would have touched myself I was getting so turned on; just his presence by itself was driving me absolutely crazy.

As it turned out, I wouldn’t get a chance to be alone for weeks. Adam was staying at my small apartment while he looked for one of his own and adjusted back into the rhythm of civilian life. It was kind of nice actually, cooking him dinner, watching TV together, and just generally having him around. Usually I’d come home from a night shift at the bar to find him watching baseball, beer in hand. He’d ask me how my day was and I’d tell him. He was a good listener, and it was nice to have someone to vent to about the frustrations of my job and some of my co-workers. In a lot of ways it was probably like being married.

Now I should be completely honest. When I invited him to stay, I had some ulterior motives besides being a good friend. The fact of the matter was that I knew that spending a lot of time together would drastically increase the chances of us eventually having sex. I sort of felt a bit guilty about this, trying to seduce him and all, but that meticulously-trained, towering body of his had cast a spell over me. I wore skimpy shorts around the house, low-cut shirts, anything I could to try to get his attention. But nothing seemed to work! Was he just not interested women after those long years in the army? After a week or two I’d kind of given up on this thought and settled into a quiet life with him, helping him look for a job and an apartment.

One Friday night I had the good fortune of being off work for the first time in weeks. Adam invited me to watch baseball with him back at the apartment. The Rangers were playing the Astros, a big rivalry game, and Adam had bought some beer for the occasion. Normally, I’d go out on the town any chance I got since I was usually working all the time, but this lazy night in sounded like just the thing I needed. I told Adam I would pick up a pizza for us.

Steaming hot and fresh, I whipped open the pizza box as I found Adam predictably sprawled out on the couch in mesh athletic shorts and a tight army t-shirt, sipping a freshly opened can of Coors Light. He looked up at me when I walked into the apartment, and I could swear I saw him eye-fuck me in the briefest instant. After weeks of not making any sort of advance, this sort of shocked me. Part of me wondered if I had simply misread the situation. Oh well, I made up my mind not to worry about it. It was my night off and all I wanted to do was relax.

“Do you mind if I have a beer?”

“Sure thing,” said Adam, reaching down to the case next to him on the floor and handing me an ice cold can.

I’d never really been a huge fan of beer, but it seemed appropriate for watching a baseball game. I took a long sip and gulped it down. Adam smiled and took a sip of his own beer, finishing it off in one long chug.

I tried chugging my own, and didn’t put the can down until it was empty. I crushed it with my hand jokingly. Adam laughed at this, but somewhat approvingly. I went over to grab myself another beer, making a point of bending over in front of him. I was wearing a low-cut shirt that showed off the cleavage of my DD tits.

“Nice rack,” said Adam.

“Excuse me?”

“The girl on the far left,” he said, zooming in on the television screen. “I think she’s the shortstop’s girlfriend.”

“Oh. Yeah, haha.” I was annoyed, but trying to hide it. Was he deliberately fucking with my head? I was finding myself feeling jealous even at the thought of him looking at other girls. What could I do to get his attention?

Before I knew it I was on my fourth beer. The beer was working wonders on my nerves, and for the first time since Adam had come home I finally felt completely relaxed around him. It was only the top of the 4th inning when we decided that the pizza wasn’t enough.

“We need to order some more food. I’m starving,” said Adam. This was sort of ironic since he had eaten six of the eight total slices.

“Cool, what do you want?”

“Um, get whatever. I’ll eat anything.”

I went into the kitchen to call for Chinese delivery. Since it was Friday the wait was going to be forty-five minutes to an hour. I dug around in the cabinet and found some crackers—I was so damn hungry, but if I’m being truly honest, food wasn’t the only thing I was hungry for.

When I went back out to the living room, I decided to sit on the couch right next to Adam. I was sitting cross-legged, nursing my beer and trying to watch the game. I didn’t know much about baseball, but I was content enough to watch it if it meant being closer to Adam. Before I knew it my beer was empty and I got up to get another one, stumbling in the process and falling into Adam’s lap, spilling some of his beer on the couch.

“Damn, are you ok?”

“I’m fine. I’m just getting another beer, sorry.”

“Oh man, you’re drunk already aren’t you? Such a lightweight. What you need is a glass of water.”

“It’s my night off. I’ll do whatever I want.” I jumped up to get another beer, but Adam grabbed me around the waist from behind, lifting my feet off the ground and pulling my body into his. His arms felt strong, but I was trying to prove a point and began kicking my legs, trying to free myself as I demanded that he put me down. He dropped me into the big couch, falling on top of me and pinning me down with his big, muscular arms.

“No more beer. I’ll get you something else to drink.”

Then I took a big chance on something I so desperately wanted. I moved my face toward his and kissed him, forcing my soft, warm tongue between his lips.
I could feel him kissing me back!

But then he jerked his head away, transforming my newly fulfilled lust into shame and disappointment.

“Sandra, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I-I—just got lost in the moment. I’m sorry.” But I wasn’t sorry, this was exactly what I’d wanted. This was the scene I’d tried to picture time after time as I touched myself at night before falling asleep. This was the beginning of my fantasy, and now it was playing out in
real life
.

“Lost in the moment? I mean, I—”

He stopped short. I looked back at him, half apologetically, half flirtatiously.

“Would it really be so bad?”

“Bad? No, no of course not. It’s just, I’ve been gone so long. I haven’t been with a woman in years.”

“What does that matter?”

I moved over to where he now sat on the other side of the couch. Adam was trying to hide the bulge that had been growing in his athletic shorts since we’d first touched lips.

“What’s that in your pants there, soldier?”

“Sandra…”

“Don’t you want to let me have a look at your fat cock?”

Adam seemed shocked at this, and I must admit it was probably pretty crazy for him to hear these words coming out of me. We’d always just been friends, and I’d never given any indication I’d wanted to be anything more. Like I said, I’d never felt very confident with my body back in high school. Adam and been the handsome, popular one. But now things had changed and for once I was ready to take charge.

“I saw you staring at my cleavage earlier. Did you wonder what it’d be like to put your cock in between my tits?”

“I—” Adam was speechless. I’d cast a spell on him. As soon as I’d put the idea of fucking me into his head he had fought against it, not wanting to admit that he was thinking such a thought, much less give into it. But he was powerless against his lust for me, just as I had been as soon as I’d seen him walk through the gateway at the airport. From that moment on I wanted him inside me, I wanted to feel his hot, sticky cum trickling down my face. I was just a victim of my desire, and the more it went unfulfilled, the stronger it became.

I straddled him, placing my hands onto his powerful shoulders as I leaned into him, grinding my crotch against his rock-hard abs. I could feel his cock growing bigger through his pants, bulging out of his mesh shorts and rubbing against my ass.

“
Mmm
… can’t you see how wet I am for you?”

I’m not sure if he even realized it, but his broad hands had slowly inched their way up my thighs as he remained silent, seemingly mesmerized by my every movement. The warm touch of his hands sent shivers down my spine as I grew wetter at the thought of what was to come—
he wants me
.