Marcus Hogue Ch. 03

Marcus Hogue

Written by Aoife in collaboration with a fellow veteran, Ken

A/N - Welcome to this series. I hope you enjoy the journey of Marcus. This series will cross his life starting as a high school student and moving through his retirement years. Through the ups and downs of his life.

Some of these characters are in homage to real people; of course the names were changed from my youth and days past. This is mostly fictional and all of the character names have been changed. A few events in this series did occur. Enjoy the smutty ride and let me know what you think.

This series will be published as a novel but does include several categories including but not limited to Erotic Couplings, Group Sex, Incest /Taboo, Non-Consensual/BDSM, Mature, and Romance. This series will cross genres just as life crosses many genres.

Big thanks to Olwen for her editing and suggestions. Any remaining mistakes are my own; my eyes aren't quite what they used to be.

Chapter 3 - Senior Year - September 1979

We opened the season at home against Villanova, and it was a shootout from start to finish. They came to play, but so did we. I was listed as the starting tight end for the opener, third time seeing my name at the top of the depth chart, now in my senior year, and I didn't waste it. Six catches, just under 120 yards, two touchdowns. Not too bad for a guy who, just a few years ago, thought football might be nothing more than a distraction from real life.

By the time I got home, the sun was slipping behind the trees, painting everything in that soft September gold. The house already had that warm, lived-in glow, like it was holding its breath for fall. Harold, Miriam, and Dorothy had beaten me back by about an hour and were all camped out in the family room, Harold with a bourbon, Miriam flipping through a magazine, and Dorothy curled up in the armchair like she'd been waiting on me since kickoff.

The second I walked in, she was up on her feet that smile lighting up her whole face. She crossed the room and threw one arm around my neck, kissing my cheek like I'd just returned from a war zone. But her other arm stayed tucked behind her back, holding something.

"What'cha hiding, my dear fiancée?" I asked, grinning at her like I already knew it was good.

She giggled and kissed me again. "There was something in the mail today. For you."

She slipped out of my arms and spun around with a little flourish, producing a plain white envelope like she was unveiling a prize on a game show. My name was printed across the front in bold black letters. I looked at the return address immediately: Georgetown University School of Medicine.

My heart skipped. I tore the envelope open with more care than I meant to, like the paper might tear through the words. It was a short letter, clean and official.

We are pleased to invite you to interview for a place in the upcoming class...

I read the line again. And again.

I looked up. Dorothy was staring at me, eyebrows high, hands clasped. Miriam had set her magazine down, and Harold leaned forward just a bit, the smile already stretching across his face.

"I got an interview," I said, the words barely leaving my throat. "Georgetown wants to meet me."

The room broke into cheers and hugs. Dorothy all but jumped into my arms, peppering my face with kisses. Miriam took her turn and hugged me tight, tighter than I expected. Harold clapped a hand on my shoulder, grinning like a proud coach.

"We're going out," Miriam said firmly, standing with a purpose. "Tonight. We're celebrating."

That's how we ended up at a little Italian place in Bethesda, the kind where the servers know Harold by name and the wine keeps flowing without anyone asking. We toasted the win, the letter, the future, mine, ours, all of it. Dorothy held my hand under the table the entire time, and I couldn't stop thinking about how far we'd come. From back roads in Virginia to here. To this.

Later that night, full of pasta, wine, and hope, Dorothy and I headed downstairs to the newly finished basement apartment. Over the summer, Harold had turned the old storage space into our own little hideaway, just for us. It had everything: a kitchenette, a bathroom, a sitting room, and a bedroom tucked into the back corner with just enough space for a full bed and a nightstand. Cozy, warm, private. Ours.

I closed the door behind us, and Dorothy kicked off her shoes, letting them thump to the floor as she dropped onto the couch with a satisfied sigh.

I stood there for a moment, just watching her, her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly in that dreamy way she had when she was fully relaxed. Our books were stacked on the shelf, her sweater tossed over the armrest, my keys in the dish by the door. It was all so ordinary, and yet it felt like everything.

This was home. And for the first time in so long, the future didn't feel like some distant cliff edge. It felt like we were already living in it.

She opened her eyes and caught me staring. "You going to stand there like a statue, or come over here and kiss me?"

I walked to her slowly, every step a choice, and knelt in front of her. I slid my hands up her calves, over her knees, until I found her hands resting in her lap. She watched me with that look that always knocked the wind out of me, soft and burning all at once.

I leaned in and kissed her. Gentle at first, then deeper. She pulled me closer, threading her fingers into my hair, anchoring me to her like she couldn't bear the space between us.

Our kiss deepened, I lifted her sweater over her head, dropping it on the floor, mine followed quickly. Her bra was off a bit quickly as well. I kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, her nose and moved back to her lips. My hand carefully caressed then palmed her breast. Her nipple hardened against my palm.

She broke the kiss, she whispered in my ear. "Marcus? Trust me please." She kissed me and moved back to whisper in my ear, "Marcus, please fuck me. Don't make love to me, but fuck me... hard Marcus!"

I pulled back and saw the look in her eyes and the smile on her face. She nodded "Please baby!"

I slowly stood not allowing my fingers to leave her breast. My thumb and forefinger closed in on her nipple. Dorothy let out a moan, arching her back, tilting her head back. I tugged it slightly.

"You want fucked?"

"Yes please and yes Marcus spank my ass! I need you, please!" She was nearly begging.

I released her nipple and quickly grabbed her hips and turned her over, pulling her up, standing. I pushed her forward, bending her down, her hands dropped as did her head, bracing herself on the couch.

My hands reached around and unbuttoned her jeans, now roughly pulling them down. I quickly bent and kissed her now bare ass and ran my tongue along the crease of her ass, across her pink star down to her dripping pussy.

I gripped her hips. She wiggled under my grasp and begged, "Yes! Fuck me Marcus; please fuck your lover, your fiancé!"

I raised my hand and spanked her ass softly, "No! Marcus, no!" She turned her head, "Please Marcus!"

I lifted my hand and brought it down spanking her ass. She moaned "Yes!" I spanked her ass again watching it turn pink. I caressed her ass softly then slapped it again. I listened to her moan wanting more, she verbalized it with words I was sure no one but us understood.

"No fuck me Marcus." My cock was throbbing; I released her and yanked down my jeans and boxers.

I rubbed my growing cock across her skin and the tip at her entrance. I pressed the tip at her entrance. Dorothy was creaming heavily already.

I gripped her hip with my right hand and then spanked her left ass cheek only to hear her moan again. I pressed the tip of my cock into her entrance. It moved inside easily because of her cream.

She gave herself to me completely, without fear, and I gave everything I had in return. It wasn't just need, it was pure lust layered with love. It was physical, it was fucking from love.

She squealed and screamed into a pillow as I pushed deeper, filling her fully. The tip of my cock nudging her cervix. I didn't relent alternating swatting her ass cheeks, both now red.

Dorothy shook in my hands as she gave into her orgasm but I wasn't done yet. I pulled her hard against me and kissed her neck, her breasts were swaying; I reached and cupped one pulling her nipple, twisting it.

She squealed again and shivered harder. I felt my balls tighten and then the wonderful feeling as I surged forward and filled her womb with my cum. Safe in the knowledge this was the okay time in her cycle.

As I finished cumming, I wrapped her in my arms, cradling her, holding her with love, comforting her, reassuring her but we both slowly fell to the couch, exhausted. We moved carefully, slowly and without losing contact with each other. We finally lay tangled in the warmth of it all, her head resting on my chest, her breath soft and slow, I felt something shift inside me. A piece I hadn't known I was capable of. A more aggressive and dominant lover.

She traced slow circles over my heart with her fingertip.

"I love you," she whispered.

I turned to her, pressing my lips to her temple. "You're the only thing in this world that makes sense."

And we stayed there, in the hush and heat of that room, holding each other like it was the first time all over again, and maybe, in a way, it was.

Three days later I received a letter from Philadelphia College of Osteopathic Medicine. It was a potential for me, but relocating to Philadelphia would be an additional cost. I was still waiting for an interview from George Washington. I maintained my hope.

We had already set a wedding date, September 20, 1980. It was when we could get the venue she wanted.

Senior Year - November 24, 1979 - Homecoming

Dorothy was up with me, sleepy-eyed but smiling, her hair still a little tousled from sleep. She kissed me goodbye at the door, told me to go out there and finish strong. I kissed her again, slower that time.

"I love you!" We kissed again, she blushed. "There it is!" She blushed deeper as I walked away from her, heading to the last game, to close this chapter.

The stadium was already humming when I got there. The air was crisp, the sky clear.

We started moving through the familiar routine: stretch, walkthrough, light talk in small groups. Seniors were being prepped for the early recognition walk we'd head out about thirty minutes before kickoff.

I knew it would be the last game of my football career, senior year, final snap, no postseason. We were facing Virginia, and while the season hadn't gone the way we hoped, I was still proud of everything we'd built. No bowl bid, but no regrets either. This day felt heavy and meaningful, like the final page in a chapter I hadn't wanted to end.

I had just finished stretching and was making my way back to the locker room. Time to redress, hit the team meetings, then go make the most of the last four quarters I'd ever play.

I stepped through the doorway and into the locker room and stopped cold.

Coach Miles, our receivers coach, was standing near the benches. Right beside him stood a Maryland State Trooper.

Coach's face was pale. Tight. His voice was low but firm when he spoke. "Marcus, please come with us."

I blinked at him, heart starting to pound, not fast, just deep. Something was off.

He led me past the rows of lockers and into Coach Claiborne's office. Coach was already standing when I walked in. His face said everything before he even opened his mouth.

"Marcus," he said quietly, "there's been an incident. This State Trooper will take you. Please leave with him immediately."

The world around me slowed to a crawl.

I don't remember much of the drive. Just the sounds, the urgent whir of the trooper's siren, the low hum of the cruiser, my own heartbeat banging against my ribs like it wanted out.

I kept thinking: This has to be a mistake. She was fine this morning. She kissed me. She told me to play well. She was wearing that blue sweatshirt I love. This doesn't make any sense. There must be some mix-up. It's not her. It can't be.

But as we pulled into the circular drive of Washington Hospital Center. I got out before the car had even fully stopped. I just ran. Through the sliding glass doors, past the front desk, straight into the chaos of the emergency waiting room. The smell hit me first, antiseptic, coffee, something metallic underneath. My eyes scanned frantically, bouncing from face to face, until they landed on Harold and Miriam.

They were seated along the far wall under harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look too sharp and too real. Miriam was crumpled in Harold's arms, her body shaking with sobs that seemed to come from the center of the earth. Harold's face, Jesus, Harold's face was gray and hollow, like the structure of him had given way and he was just keeping it together for her.

I stopped. My legs locked up and I felt like my feet had been cemented to the tile floor. No one had to tell me. I saw it in their eyes. Felt it in the air.

"Where?" My voice cracked in my throat. I took one step, then another. "Where is she?"

Miriam let out this sound, it was a broken, keening sound I'd never heard a human make and she pulled Harold tighter like she was drowning.

Harold looked up at me, and I swear I saw him age ten years in one second. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Shook his head.

I walked faster, then stumbled forward, finally collapsing onto the chair across from them. "No. No. No, please, just tell me what's going on. Please."

Harold reached across and put a hand on my knee, firm and heavy. He looked me straight in the eye.

"She collapsed when getting dressed. We called the ambulance right away. They think she had an aneurysm, Marcus," he said, slowly, like each word cost him something. "It happened suddenly. She collapsed in the bedroom, no warning. The medics got to her fast, but..."

I stared at him. The world around me stopped moving. "Marcus, son, she's gone."

Everything inside me went quiet. Too quiet. Like my brain had pulled the emergency brake, and my body hadn't caught up yet.

I blinked. "No." It was all I could say. Over and over again. "No." I stood up. Then sat back down. Then stood again.

"No. No, you're wrong. You didn't see her this morning, she was fine. She kissed me. She hugged me. She said she'd see me on the field. She said... she said she'd be there. She was just there... "

Miriam moaned and folded deeper into Harold, like my words were knives.

A nurse approached but Harold waved her off. I don't even know how I was still standing upright. I couldn't feel my legs. I couldn't feel anything.

My chest was caving in. It physically hurt to breathe. I kept waiting to wake up. Kept thinking this had to be one of those dreams where you're stuck in a nightmare and no matter how loud you scream, no sound comes out.

I dropped into the chair beside them and put my hands over my face. I didn't cry. I couldn't. It was like my body wouldn't let me. I just sat there, hollowed out, trying to find something to hold on to. A reason, any thought, some potential for a way back.

Then I looked down.

On the floor beside Miriam's feet was Dorothy's purse. Her scarf was looped through the strap. The blue one with the little embroidered flowers she wore when the weather turned. I bought it for her last winter at a flea market. She said it was her favorite.

That did it. I fell forward, hands on my knees, and the sobs came up from a place I didn't know existed inside me. No control, no rhythm, just absolute crushing pain.

She was gone. Gone. I would never hear her laugh again. Never hold her hand, never wake up to her stealing the covers or yelling at the radio in the morning. I would never grow old with her.

That future, our future, gone, vanished. And all I could do was sit there, staring at the goddamn floor, trying to find a way to breathe without her.

Eventually, they asked if I wanted to see her. I nodded. They led me through a series of sterile hallways that seemed to stretch on forever, each step heavier than the last. I don't remember much, just the lights overhead, the hush of nurses' voices, the hum of machines behind closed doors.

And then we reached the room. They opened the door, there she was.

My Dorothy, still, not moving, just lying there still. She looked like she was sleeping, like she might wake up any second and tease me for crying like a fool.

But she wasn't going to wake up.

I stood at the edge of the bed, hands shaking, and reached out to touch her fingers. They were cold. I held them anyway.

I whispered her name. I told her I loved her. I told her I was sorry for every little thing I'd ever done wrong. I told her she was my heart, my home, my whole damn world.

And then I broke, truly, completely broke. In that moment, I understood what forever without her really meant. And I didn't want it; I didn't want any of it without her.

But the world didn't ask what I wanted. It just kept turning. Kept moving forward, even as I stood there, drowning in the silence she left behind.

Three Days Later - The Funeral

Grief doesn't follow a schedule. But the rest of the world does. Three days after she died, we buried her.

The viewing was held in a quiet room at the funeral home in Chevy Chase. Cream-colored walls, dim lighting, a few floral arrangements that didn't mean anything. Just filler. Just decoration for the worst moment of our lives.

I stood beside her casket for what felt like hours, wearing the only suit I owned, staring at her face still, peaceful, unfamiliar in the stillness. People passed by, murmuring words I couldn't hear. Their hands found my shoulder, my back, offering comfort I couldn't feel. I nodded, said "thank you," and looked back at Dorothy. Over and over.

I almost broke down when the entire University of Maryland football team arrived, led by the coaching staff. I stood taller thanking them. Coach laid my game day jersey in her coffin and turned to me. He nodded and turned away allowing the other sixty-two players and staff to pay their respects.

Miriam cried in silence. A handkerchief pressed constantly to her face. Harold didn't cry at all. He stood like a statue beside her, jaw tight, his arm around her shoulder. He hadn't shaved in two days.

The church mass came the next morning. White lilies at the altar. Her photo propped beside the pulpit. We chose the one from her Masters graduation. She was smiling but she was looking into the sun, eyes bright with a future that no longer existed.

I sat on Harold's right side, Miriam on his left. My hands clenched in my lap. The priest spoke about life, and love, and God's unknowable timing. I didn't hear any of it. My mind played a reel of her laugh, her voice, her handwriting, her humming in the mornings. I kept thinking she should be here. She would've hated the flowers. She would've corrected the priest's pronunciation of her middle name.

The burial was quiet. Cold wind. A gray sky, fitting. The priest said his final words. Dirt hit the lid of the coffin like a gavel on a desk.

It was done. Only it wasn't. Not for me.

~~~

Three days after her funeral, Harold walked down to the basement apartment. "Dorothy would've wanted you to," he said. "You've worked too hard."

So, I went, for her, well for her. First to Georgetown, then to George Washington. I wore a suit and a tie. I answered their questions; I told them about my coursework, about football, about why I wanted to be a doctor. I tried to sound like the version of me who had a plan, who had a future.

But something was missing. My voice sounded strange in those rooms. My answers felt thin, like paper held up to the light. I could see right through them. I'm sure they could too.

I shook hands, thanked them for their time, and walked out into the cold, my coat wrapped tight and my chest hollow. I kept looking for her outside the doors. Kept imagining she'd be sitting on the steps, waving, waiting with coffee.

She was never there, only her spirit, which kept me breathing.

Christmas morning came quietly, like a soft knock on a locked door. We didn't decorate. There wasn't a tree, we agreed, there wouldn't be gifts, there would be Dorothy memories all day.

We went to Mass, the three of us, sitting together in the same pew where we'd been just weeks earlier for her funeral. No one spoke on the drive home. Breakfast was toast, simple eggs and bacon.

I went back downstairs as soon as I could. I didn't come back up for the rest of the day.

They arrived three days after New Year's, two thin envelopes. The kind you couldn't mistake for something promising.

They weren't, they both began the same way: "We regret to inform you..."

I read them both. Sat on the couch with the envelopes in my lap. Stared at the wall. I didn't feel anything at first. Just a dull kind of silence in my chest, like someone had turned down the volume on the whole world.

Then I read them again then I folded them both, carefully, and slid them back into their envelopes. I didn't rip them. I didn't scream. I just placed them on the table. I looked, Dorothy's last note to me, still stuck to the fridge, in her handwriting:

"Play your heart out today. I love you more than the stars."

I sank to the floor and stayed there for hours. I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't eat. I didn't move.

I was lost in the confines of our basement apartment. Whatever road I'd been walking, it vanished. The path forward was gone. And when I looked out into the distance of what came next, all I saw was fog. Silence. Nothing.

May - 1980 College Graduation

I arrived at the stadium just before noon as we were instructed. I was graduating with honors. I finished out the year for her but without a plan. The applause echoed off the aluminum seats as I crossed the stage, diploma in hand, but the moment felt distant, like I was watching someone else live it. I should've felt pride. But instead, I just felt the weight of everything it took to get here.

Four years, a thousand memories, and one ghost I carried with me through it all. I glanced into the crowd, half-expecting to see her, shimmering eyes, bright smile, clapping like she used to, but the seat beside Harold and Miriam stayed empty, just like it had every step since that day. I made it, somehow. But the road ahead still stretched out like a blank page, and for the first time, I wasn't afraid of the unknown. I just missed her.

The three of us had planned to go out for a celebratory dinner, Miriam's idea, something she'd gently asked of me. But on the drive back to their house, I sat in the back seat, staring out the window, quiet and heavy. As we pulled onto their street, the weight in my chest became too much to carry.

"Miriam, Harold," I said softly, "my sincerest apologies, but I'm not feeling well. Would you mind if I passed on dinner tonight?"

They both nodded without a word. When we got to the house, I headed down to the basement apartment, changed into a t-shirt and shorts, and sat for a while, rummaging through a small box of my mom's things.

Tucked beneath a few folded letters was my father's old unit patch from the 5th Special Forces Group. I picked it up, turning the fabric over in my fingers, then gripped it tightly in my left hand.

After a moment, I stood and walked upstairs to the first floor. Harold and Miriam were in the living room, quietly reading.

"Harold, Miriam," I said gently, "pardon me, sir." I paused, still clutching the patch. "Sir, may I have a word with you? In private, please?"

Harold looked up and gave a small nod. I turned, and just as I hoped, he followed me into his den. Once inside, he crossed to the bookshelf and opened a low cabinet, pulling out a familiar bottle of bourbon. He poured two tumblers, handed one to me, and raised his glass.

"To your graduation, son," he said. We touched glasses. Took a sip. The silence that followed felt heavier than the toast. "What's on your mind, Marcus?" he asked.

I swallowed hard. "The first time I was in this room, you told me that if I ever needed anything, all I had to do was ask. Is that still true, sir?"

Harold nodded his eyes steady.

I opened my hand and held out my father's patch. "I want to enlist," I said quietly. "I want to be like him and you. " He didn't speak, just watched me closely.

"I was a two-sport letterman in high school. I played four years of D-I football as a tight end. I have a degree in biology and pre-med. I've done everything I was supposed to do... but it still hurts to breathe." My voice cracked. "I need something, somewhere, where I can't cry or feel lost every moment I'm awake."

I tightened my grip on the patch again, holding it like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

"Please, Colonel," I whispered, "please."

Harold didn't speak right away. He finished his drink slowly, then poured both of us another. Finally, he met my eyes. "I'll make a call in the morning.

True to his word, I sat with Harold in the morning while he made a phone call to a man he knew, that man called another, and as the lunch hour arrived, I had a meeting with a SOAR recruiter Tuesday morning.

August - Four Months Later

It was a cool late August Saturday morning; I was standing out near the smoking area with three guys who were my Basic Training Battle Buddies. We had about forty minutes before we were to be in formation.

"Hogue," Miller laughed butting out his cigarette, "You tall mother fucker, I still don't know how you made it through these last weeks." He laughed again. "Damn Drill Sergeants just kept riding your ass. What did you do to them?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing, I just laughed at them trying to smoke me, that's all."

Mendoza chimed in. "Yeah you are one bad mofo Hogue. My whole family is Army, ya know? No one as big as you bro."

Just then I heard my name being screamed.

"Hogue! Specialist Hogue!" I stood and rebuttoned my Class A jacket and turned running the short distance from the smoking area to the Company Headquarters.

"Yes, Drill Sergeant?" I snapped to attention, stopping three paces in front of him.

"Follow me!" Drill Sergeant Shelly barked. I followed behind him; we marched inside and came to a stop at the Company Commander's office. He turned. "I will report to the Commander but you will salute as well. Got it?"

"Yes, Drill Sergeant."

DS Shelly knocked on the door three times. "Enter!" The door opened and DS Shelly walked in, I followed three steps behind him. To the center of the room we marched, came to a stop and executed a 'left face'. We both saluted and DS Shelly spoke. "Drill Sergeant Shelly and Specialist Hogue reporting as ordered, Sir."

Our Company Commander returned the salute and stood. "Hogue, you have new orders."

The First Sergeant spoke. "By some fucking miracle, you have been accepted to Airborne training. You are being diverted to Airborne training at Ft. Benning, Georgia. You report in five days. From there you are being assigned to Ft. Sam Houston, TX where you will await the start of your 91A Combat Medic Course."

The captain spoke again. "Hogue, you have been spectacular this cycle and are our Honor Graduate." Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Enter!"

The door opened and I turned to look. Tears welled in my eyes as my shoulders slumped.

"Miriam! Harold!" They both smiled. Then it hit me, I snapped to attention, "Ma'am, Colonel, Sir. My apologies."

"At Ease Hogue." The First Sergeant spoke. We all turned to look at him. "Why don't you all take a few minutes in the day room?"

"Colonel, Hogue, Sir we have formation in fifteen." The Commander spoke.

I turned to the Captain and saluted, "Sir permission to be dismissed?"

He smiled, "Go! And Hogue, we had no idea son, none at all but you have our sympathies."

I nodded and stepped out of the office. I got to spend fifteen minutes with Harold and Miriam; they wanted to come see me before I went off to the 'corners of the world'. Harold shared that they had decided to retire and start anew. There was a military retirement community being built in Jacksonville, Fl. They had decided to sell the house and move to Florida.

It was good to see them. My heart broke for them but it was good to see them. Sadly there was a knock on the door.

The S-1 Clerk, Specialist Zane, Stephanie, a real cutie, told us we had five minutes. I stood and hugged Miriam and shook Harold's hand but he pulled me into a hug. "Kick ass son, for me, your dad, and of course for yourself. It's time to live Marcus, never forget her but let it go and live!"

I pulled back away and thanked him.

Three hours later I was back in the barracks, in the open bay. There were a few others who had delays in travel but most were leaving or had left. We were allowed to change into our civilian clothing. For the first time in nearly three months, I put on jeans and a University of Maryland t-shirt.

Mendoza, Baker and I were making our way down to the parking lot where we were catching a cab to an off-post sports bar to relax. We had a pass but needed to be back before 2200 hours. We got out of the cab and made our way inside the sports bar. We pulled up to a booth, there was pre-season college football on the television, I smiled and laughed to myself as I watched the scrimmage.

Mendoza, barked at me "Hogue, rumor swirling around you played college ball. You big mo-fo, is that true?"

Baker scoffed. "Come on man if you played college ball, why the fuck are you in the Army."

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Specialist Stephanie Zane. "Slide in Hogue."

I looked up and smiled and slid deeper into the booth. "Hey."

She smiled and nodded. I thought she winked. "Hey."

"So boys, you want the skinny here on Marcus? It will cost you. Baker, you buy beer, Mendoza, you buy munchies. I know everything there is to know about all of you boys."

I smiled and half laughed. "Well, don't listen to a word Specialist Zane says about me." I looked at her and winked. "Half truth, half lies." I smiled.

A waitress set two pitchers of beer in front of us. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a twenty. "For your tip, Baker is buying beer." She winked at me as well. That was when I felt Specialist Zane's hand on my thigh, just above my knee.

"Let me tell you about your fellow Basic Trainee graduate." She slowly stroked my thigh. "Baker, he did play four years at Maryland as their starting tight end." She looked at me. "You think he maxed his PT test from working in rural Virginia? No boys, this is a certified D-1 level scholarship athlete. And he joined the Army to be a combat medic like his father."

Her hand moved higher to my upper inside thigh. She bumped the head of my cock. I could tell by the look in her eyes and the gasp of her voice, she realized how long I was.

She turned to me and handed me a glass of beer and then to the others, "His father is a highly decorated Army vet, two tours in Vietnam if I am not mistaken." She smiled and continued caressing my thigh.

I just nodded and turned to the other guys, "Okay Baker why did you join the Army?" We ordered some munchies and two more pitchers of beer.

Stephanie wasn't stopping with the attention she was paying to my thigh but after we finished our second and partway through the third pitcher of beer, I turned to her, "Hey would you excuse me, I need to head."

She smiled and scooted out as well. "You know while I am up I will go as well."

I exited the booth and walked behind her, letting her go first. I looked at her thin waist, she was really petite. She had a beautiful ass in her tight Levi's. I wasn't too shocked when she looked over her shoulder and walked into the men's bathroom. As the door swung open, she took my hand and pulled me to the stall the farthest away from the entrance.

She pushed that door open and pulled me into the stall. "Don't breathe a fucking word and you will get to fuck me later tonight."

I closed the stall door and as she knelt in front of me, her eyes never left mine. Stephanie unbuttoned the four buttons and peeled open my jeans. I helped her pull them down my hips with my boxers.

Stephanie's eyes went wide. "Damn Hogue!" She opened her mouth and took my cock into her mouth.

This wasn't going to last long at all. I hardened quickly. "I need to warn you Zane."

She pulled back and looked up at me and then whispered. "When was the last time you came?" She took me back in her mouth and started fucking her mouth on my cock. She could only get about five inches in until I hit the back of her throat.

I pulled her hair back and looked down at her. "November before she died?"

Her eyes went wide, "Well I am in for a hell of a cum bath then." She let go of my cock and lifted off her t-shirt. "Cum all over my chest, below my neck and I will take care of you later, I swear Hogue."

I spread my legs slightly and pulled her head back to my cock. She opened wide, I took over and started fucking her mouth. The sounds were unmistakable. Her right hand grabbed at the base of my cock trying to control me, her left moved to my balls caressing them.

"Yeah, come on Zane suck my cock!" Fuck she was good, I tapped her head as I felt my balls tingle. She lifted her head and carefully shook it 'no'. I kept moving her head; I pushed my hips a bit deeper. As she gagged and I pulled back but she had a different idea.

I felt my balls tighten and then felt the first spurt burst into her mouth. She hummed in need and desire. She pulled her mouth off and then pointed my cock at her chest just in time for the second, third and a long fourth spurt to shoot from my cock soaking her chest.

I grabbed the side of the stall bracing myself. I heard her humming and then heard her say, "Yeah I can't wait to have this thick dick deep in me tonight Hogue. But we need to go." She stood and kissed me, shoving her tongue in my mouth.

"You think that is supposed to bother me?" I asked.

"No baby, just checking to see if you are a real man." She smiled, pulling her shirt over her cum plastered chest.

By the time I made my way out to the table, Zane was sitting on the inside of the booth. I caught a stink eye from Baker. I just shrugged and smiled. Yeah buddy this piece of ass is mine I thought to myself.

We each had another glass of beer then Zane spoke up as her hand caressed my cock out of sight of the other two.

"Boys, I have something to do. I need something." She squeezed my cock gently. "Drink up; it's time for me to leave."

We settled the bill, I paid my fair share. Zane was walking with me as we exited, the back of her hand touching my lower thigh. At that point I realized, she was only about five feet tall. I told them I would find a different ride back to the barracks. I heard Mendoza mumble as I was walking with Zane to her car, "You one badass Hogue! One bad ass mo-fo."

We arrived at Zane's off base apartment, a nice complex but you could tell it was mostly military. She turned off the car and swiveled in her seat looking at me.

"I won't pry but I know you have no 'next of kin'. We all wondered but then when a highly decorated and retired SF Colonel shows up and wants to see you, people stop asking questions, they listen." She squeezed my hand. I am sorry but he was right, you need to find a reason to move on Marcus."

She opened her door. "Come on horse cock, you owe me a good fuck after you soaked my bra and my chest your cum."

I followed Zane into her apartment. As she closed the door behind me, she kissed me for real for the first time. It wasn't a lover's kiss, it was a heated, sex, 'fuck me' kiss. One that reminded me of Chelle. I got rid of that memory right away.

As she pulled away she grabbed my hand. "Come on, we have just about two hours. I will make a call if I need to but I have a feeling you will break me in less time."

"Maybe not, you do have a nice ass. I might take my time after round two."

We entered her bedroom, I was surprised it was decorated with soft touches and was really feminine looking. She turned to me and kissed me again. She murmured against my mouth as her hand cupped my cock.

"Two rules Hogue do not cum in my pussy and with the size of this," she gently squeezed my cock, "No anal baby but you can cum wherever you want just not my pussy."

I pulled her tight and grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, her bra followed without any romance at all. She pulled at my shirt and saw my body for the first time.

"Fuck Hogue, you are built like a brick shitter!" She kissed my chest but that wasn't what I wanted.

I pushed her to the bed and watched her eyes in surprise. I quickly grabbed the waist of her jeans and pulled them off with her panties. I pulled her shoes and the rest of her clothes. I stepped from my shoes and pulled off my jeans and boxers.

"Now make this cock hard so I can fuck you Stephanie!"

She scrambled and knelt on the bed and smiled. "Absolutely!" It was hard in less than a minute, yeah she could suck cock. When I was fully hard she pulled back and begged for me to fuck her. I grabbed her ankles and opened her legs to see her thick bush, hmm it looked delicious but I would eat her later.

I moved to the bed and walked on my knees spreading her legs. I looked at her face, her eyes were wide with anticipation, she bit her bottom lip and arched her hips. I let go of her left ankle and grabbed my cock and pressed the tip to her wet entrance.

I pushed forward and watched as her mouth opened, without words or sounds I watched as she screamed and I sank the first few inches into her. I pulled back leaving the head of my cock inside. She nodded and I pushed forward. This time she moaned.

"Fuck Hogue holy fuck Hogue! Yes Hogue!"

With that approval I pressed all the way, burying my length into her. As I bottomed out and bumped harshly into her cervix, she closed her legs around me.

With wild abandonment and with nothing but her orgasm in my mind I started fucking her. The sight of her firm tits caught my eye and I needed to suck them. I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. She started breathing harder.

"Gheezz Hogue, fuck you are splitting me in two." Her hands and arms started slapping at the bed, but I knew her orgasm was near when she grabbed the little hair I had and started rutting against me. I felt her shake and then close her mouth against my shoulder screaming as her orgasm overtook her.

I didn't stop; I fucked her as best as I could as she shook, but then pulling her head from my shoulder I heard her breathy voice, "Please a break."

I slowed down and still stayed deep inside, I wrapped my arms around her petite body and pulled her against me lifting her off the bed. I kissed her neck and then kissed her ear. I nipped at her ear lobe and muttered, "Fuck no! I own this pussy until I leave here Steph."

Again something triggered inside of me, a more dominant person was growing, and it felt good.

I turned and sat down on the bed and kissed her mouth. I started moving again fucking her slowly until she hugged me tighter, that was when I felt her shiver again and then I felt a hush from her pussy. I held her tight and let her ride my cock to her second orgasm.

When she calmed down we laid down, our bodies separating only enough for my still hard cock to pull from her swollen pussy. She collapsed against me and laid her head on my chest.

"Please I promise just a few second, you fucking animal. God damn you are a fucking animal Hogue."

She closed her eyes and slowly nodded off as we cuddled. When she was sound asleep, I made my way from her bed and found the bathroom. I took a leak and turned on the shower. I stepped in and let the water spray against me, cooling me off.

I heard the lid of the toilet seat drop and then the spray of Steph peeing. She flushed and then pulled back the curtain and stepped inside the shower with me. She reached for my head and kissed me.

"I am not falling in love and don't want you to either but you, my new fuck buddy, are going to be busy for a few days until you leave." With that she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth bringing it back to life. Once I was hard, she turned around and bent forward. I lined my cock up with her pussy and slowly entered her again.

I slowly fucked her until she nodded. I bent forward and pulled her up as best I could fuck her from behind. I cupped one of her firm breasts with my left hand and then with my right, I started fingering her clit.

She was moaning in no time. I felt the need to take her harder, I released her breast and slapped her hip and ass, bringing another squeal from her.

"Fuck yeah Hogue, fuck Hogue!"

Soon my balls tighten. I released her breast and her clit and gripped her hips. "Where do you want it, Steph?"

"Fuck it Hogue fill me, fill me Hogue cum deep in this pussy you have wrecked!"

I shivered, that was dangerous. I pulled out and turned her around pushing her to her knees. "Open slut!" I took hold of my cock stroking it and as I felt the surge I pressed my cock into her mouth as deep as it would go gagging her and came, shooting a good load of my cum down her throat.

When I finished I pulled her to her feet, hugged her. "Yeah you are my slut for the next few days Zane!" We kissed deeper, basking in the erotic and highly satisfying experience we just enjoyed.

After a second, she turned off the shower. "Dry off, I need to make a phone call. Meet me in my bed."

I wasn't lying in her bed for more than five minutes when she walked back into the bedroom naked. She curled against me, laying her head on my chest. Her hair smelled of roses. She wrapped her leg over my groin and took a deep breath.

"You are spending the night. Get some sleep so I can wake you up and fuck you again when I want."

"What about..." she pressed a finger to my lips.

"I get what I want Hogue, I blow the First Sergeant and get what I want. It's how things work sometimes. His wife doesn't blow him or fuck him as much anymore, so I do and I get what I want." She took a deep breath and pressed her pussy against my cock. "Hogue, shit is different in the Army, women like to fuck a good man, and you are a good and decent man." She kissed my chest "Now rest so I can fuck you until you leave."

A few minutes later she was softly snoring. I had an idea what she was talking about, but I still wondered what she really meant.

For the next four days we fucked like rabbits. Steph was good to me, never making me sleep in the barracks. She told me not to worry, she would give the First Sergeant a few blowjobs and everything would be okay.

Tuesday morning I was dropped off at the airport heading to Ft. Benning, Ga.

I sat at my gate waiting to board the plane. I opened my carryon bag and pulled out the leather bound journal. I ran my fingers across the gold lettering. I pulled the pen from the loop and opened it.

I ran my fingers across the first page. I paused slightly then twisted the pen open. I wrote across the top page, a header.

The Next Chapter without Dorothy

I paused as a tear dropped from my eye. I took a deep breath and wrote:

Finished Basic Training, it wasn't hard, missing you is hard. Harold told me to live, I am trying.

I twisted the cap closed; I closed the journal and placed input back in my carryon.

~~~

Army Parachute Training School at Ft. Benning, GA

I arrived at the Reception Center and was processed through. This was the start of Zero Week while other students arrived. We didn't have rank on our uniforms; everyone was "Student" and then your number. It didn't matter, I was confused but then as it was explained I understood.

Wednesday morning we were in formation for Physical Fitness training. For some ungodly reason the Airborne Instructor targeted me right away. He was in my face, just like Drill Sergeant Shelly was the first few weeks of Basic. I let him have his fun, but I listened and did what I was told. I actually laughed inside when he tried to scare me, threatening me about failing me on the PT test, which was coming Saturday morning.

"Student Number 56 what do you think about that?" The shorter Army Staff Sergeant looked up with his neck tilted back. I was at least eight inches taller than he was.

"Staff Sergeant, we will see but smoke me Sergeant, smoke me!" I yelled in return just testing him, and yes having a little fun.

He turned and laughed, "We will see wanna be."

Saturday morning when we finished the APFT, that same instructor pulled me aside. We walked over to the Senior Instructor.

"Student 56 how were you able to perform like that maximizing each event with plenty of time remaining?"

I beamed with pride and a bit of attitude, "Senior Instructor, my father, god rest his Special Forces soul, wouldn't allow me to perform in any less of a capacity."

They both froze in their tracks and looked at me. They looked at each other. "Sergeant I am proud to be the son of a 5th SFG soldier and a CMH awardee." I was not harassed or messed with for the next four weeks of training.

On day twenty-four, graduation day, after our final jump, we marched in fatigues to the parade field where we were 'pinned' our Airborne wings. I was never prouder, ever in my life.

Sitting in the barracks room. I opened the gold lettered brown leather bound journal that Dorothy bought me and made the next entry:

To me, this was more important than walking across the stage at U of M. I am an Airborne soldier, an Army Parachutist! Thank you my love Dorothy.

I closed the journal and put it in my carryon bag.

~~~

Advanced Individual Training, Ft Sam Houston, TX

That next afternoon I boarded a plane, heading to San Antonio Texas. I was to report to the Student Training Battalion, Ft. Sam Houston, TX. When I stepped off the plane the harsh October heat hit me hard. Fuck, welcome to Texas.

Inside the airport was a reception desk. I saw a very attractive female Sergeant sitting there with two younger soldiers, one an E-1 Private, and the other an E-2 Private. I stepped up waiting my turn. The Sergeant called for "Next". I stepped forward with my orders in hand.

"Specialist Hogue, Sergeant." I announced but spoke in a normal tone. She looked up at me with a no nonsense face. I was immediately captivated. She had the darkest green eyes I have ever seen. I swallowed hard. "Reporting for 91A Combat Medic course, Sergeant."

"Relax Specialist this isn't basic training."

I smiled, "Yes Sergeant."

She looked up and winked. "You have a week until your course starts. I might have you work with me. Let's see what the First Sergeant says." She winked again and my cock flexed in my uniform pants.

I stepped outside. We all waited until the 15 passenger van could be filled. As we made our way to the parking lot Sergeant Abraham called my name. "Specialist Hogue, you aren't going to fit into those back seats, you ride up front with me."

I turned and watched her smile and nodded. After storing my duffel bags, I moved to the front passenger door and waited as the others piled in. I got in and needed to move the seat back. She leaned over. "Okay just how tall are you?"

"Six foot four. But if you asked the AT at U of M, I was closer to six foot five. It was a pain in the ass for them to pad me up."

She turned on the van. "Pad you up?"

"Yeah, football, four years at the University of Maryland." I smiled and knew what her smile meant. This is what Zane must have been talking about.

She drove us to the Charge of Quarters, where the student headquarters was for us to room and bunk down. I gathered my two duffel bags from the back. Sergeant Abraham walked inside with our packets and put mine on the bottom of the stack. She grabbed me by the sleeve and pulled me aside, out of earshot and eye sight of everyone.

"I'm April here for my AIT as well, not the 91A but the 91B course. We have the first weeks together. I hope to see you around Hogue." She winked.

"Marcus, its Marcus."

She smiled okay "Marcus, I got to get back. I will see you later, I am sure."

I was assigned a room and immediately crashed. We were told that the first formation was at 0800, chow was open at 0600, it was up to us to eat but there would be a formation at 0600 to march us to the chow hall.

I was up at 0500 to, as they say, shit shower and shave, then dress and 'fall-out' for formation.

I walked outside early only to see April and another woman there. She waved and called me over. I made a beeline for the two women; I immediately noticed the other woman was a Sergeant also. I came to a stop and immediately went to Parade Rest, my feet shoulder width apart, my head straight and locked forward, my hand crossed behind my back.

"Good morning Sergeants."

I looked at April and she winked, I did as well. "At Ease Hogue." She smiled and winked again. "Connie, this is Marcus, I bussed him in last night. Here for the Alpha course."

"Fuck you are tall and Airborne as well. Son of a bitch. How long you been in?" She asked.

"Just Basic and Jump School, I am here for my AIT."

April spoke up. "A football hero, college boy, University of Maryland. What did you study Marcus?"

"Biology and Pre-Med. didn't get into Med School, took a different route. I am hoping for SFAS and then the Q course once I have the time in service requirement completed."

"Got it all mapped out?" April said.

"I thought I did, but life throws a few curveballs, you know?"

Connie spoke up, "Let's walk to chow I need coffee. Come on Hogue, you are with two Sergeants; you don't need to wait for formation. We got you."

We walked to the chow hall and grabbed some breakfast, April and Connie gave me the breakdown and the lay of the land. Our course would start on Monday so we had duties until Friday then the weekend off.

Part way through breakfast Connie excused herself. I watched as she stood and walked over to a black female. She was wearing a Drill Sergeant hat; it seemed like a nice conversation. They both nodded, Connie made her way back to our table.

April asked, I didn't. "What was that?"

She smiled, "Nothing but a favor and you both owe me."

We got processed into the student detachment after that first formation, and of course, there was in-processing paperwork to fill out. We sat through an hour of mandatory briefings, and then we were released for lunch. After lunch, we were brought back into the classroom where more paperwork was completed. We finished around 1500 hours.

That's when I knew I was in trouble, not necessarily, in trouble, but I knew I was in trouble, Connie and April. We're both waiting in the back of the classroom. April spoke rather quietly when she smiled and said.

"Go back to your room, change into some civilian clothes. Meet Connie and me in the back parking lot. You have ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, I was riding with April and Connie downtown, to the Riverwalk. April parked the car. We sat for a few seconds, April turned to me as I sat in the back seat.

"No titles, no Sergeant, none of that just Connie and April. And if I kiss you just kiss me back. And if Connie kisses you, just kiss her back. Fucking go with it Marcus and you will have an amazing time here. Something just feels different about you."

I nodded, Connie spoke up. "Listen FNG, be polite, don't be a dick and trust us, life will be good for you. Got it?" She winked then licked her bottom lip. She leaned over to April and whispered in her ear.

April turned and looked at me then back to Connie. "Nope I have a feeling he might wear us both out. I saw his APFT score from the Airborne Course." She turned and opened the door. "Let's go Hogue."

The sun was low enough now to paint the Riverwalk in gold and pink. The air still held the day's warmth, but a soft breeze threaded through the trees lining the river. I took a second just to breathe.

April and Connie were already laughing about something. I noticed Connie was a bit tall for her frame, she wasn't petite but she was very well proportioned. April, was about five foot five inches, she had a natural ease in her stride, her long hair now down from the bun it was in, catching the breeze, eyes scanning everything with a kind of playful wariness.

We started walking, blending into the mix of tourists, locals, and off-duty soldiers in civvies. The river flowed beside us, lit by strings of white lights twisted around cypress trunks. Somewhere nearby, a mariachi band played a slow, aching tune. Laughter echoed from a bar up ahead.

"First time down here?" Connie asked, glancing at me.

I nodded. "Yeah."

April smiled. "Well, you're in good hands. I'm the boss, been here the longest, but Connie knows where the good drinks are."

We kept walking, weaving between couples and families. I was in the middle, the two of them flanking me like a pair of mischievous sentries. Halfway down the path, just as we passed a little bridge lit with lanterns, Connie reached over and slipped her hand into mine.

We stopped for a minute, Connie turned to me and grabbed my other hand and pulled me closer. "Public displays of affection are okay out of uniform. In uniform, not so much. Okay?"

I bent down and kissed her softly. She purred into my lips but I wanted a bit more. I opened my lips and pressed against hers. Connie's lips opened and sucked my bottom lips into her mouth.

"Hmm!" she purred, releasing my lip. "Nearly perfect Hogue."

We broke the kiss and without words continued walking. Her grip was easy, fingers warm. I looked down at her and she just gave me a small smile, like this was the most natural thing in the world.

Dinner was at a place with outdoor seating right along the water, white tablecloths, candles in colored glass holders, the smell of roasted peppers and grilled fish floating out from the kitchen. We had enchiladas verdes, shrimp fajitas, and a basket of chips that never seemed to empty.

Connie, the elder I found out, was originally an X-Ray tech, now going through Medical Specialist schooling, ordered a bottle of wine, and we passed it around, talking about nothing and everything: music, and weird roommate stories. April, a finance Sergeant reenlisted for medical specialists training. She leaned on my shoulder at one point, like she'd done it a hundred times before.

They asked about me and family, I avoided it as much as I could, turning the conversation to talk about them.

After dinner, we started walking, and April took my hand. The crowds had thinned out some, the air cooler now. We stopped at a bar with a bright neon parrot in the window and ordered our first round of margaritas. Connie got hers with salt; April went frozen mango, and I stuck with classic lime, rocks, no salt. We sat at a metal table tucked close to the water, watching boats drift by and the reflections ripple under the lamps.

The second stop was quieter, a hole-in-the-wall place with no sign, just a swinging wooden door and an old jukebox inside playing country music. I wasn't a fan of country. We got another round. This time, April pulled me onto a bench near the edge of the walk, her thigh pressed against mine. Her hand found mine again, just as natural as before.

"Glad you came with us," she said, her voice soft under the music and river sounds.

"Me too," I said, and I meant it.

Connie raised her glass toward us from across the table. "To new friends," she said.

"Too good tequila," April added, grinning.

I smiled, lifting my glass. "And amazing company." The clink of glass echoed, and for a while, the world felt a little less heavy.

The ride back to post was quieter, a kind of good quiet. April rested her head against the window, the city lights casting soft reflections across her face. Connie drove, humming low to whatever was on the radio, and I sat in the back, my fingertips still tingling from where April had held my hand.

By the time we reached the barracks, the air had cooled enough to draw goosebumps if you stood still long. Both Connie and April turned to me at the door of their room.

"You want to come in?" April asked, already knowing the answer.

Inside, it was small but neat, two twin beds, standard issue everything. Her side had a few soft touches: a blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed, a photo of her younger sister taped to the wall, a turntable in the corner with a stack of vinyl that included Al Green, Fleetwood Mac, and something labeled in permanent marker as April's Mix.

She kicked off her boots, sighed, then peeled off her jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. "Make yourself at home," she said, pulling her hair back into a loose tie. "I'll just wash my face."

I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees. The room was still, save for the low hum of the base outside and water running behind the bathroom door. I looked down at my hands. Hers had fit so naturally in mine, like we'd rehearsed it.

When she came back, barefoot and wearing only a soft T-shirt and panties, something changed. I would say it was drastic, not loud but the air between us shifted. She stood in front of me, one hand on her hip, studying me.

Just then the door opened, Connie walked in, grabbed something and left. April smiled and then winked, "You always this quiet?" she asked.

"Only when I'm trying not to say something dumb," I said, smiling.

April tilted her head, stepped closer. She straddled me sitting on me and wrapped her arms around me. "You're not dumb, Marcus."

And then she kissed me. There was no preamble, no dramatic pause. Just the press of her mouth against mine, warm, slow, deliberate. She leaned in and I met her halfway. My hands found her waist, her fingers slid behind my neck, and the kiss deepened, gentle at first, then hungrier. She tasted like lime and salt, and something underneath that was purely her.

She rocked her hips digging into my groin. She pulled back. "Not tonight but trust me, give me time to make sure but yeah, trust me." She wiggled her panty clad ass into my groin again.

April moved forward and started kissing me again, it wasn't rushed. It wasn't about heat, not entirely. There was something in the way she touched me, like she wasn't just trying to get close, but to be known. Her mouth brushed against mine again, softer this time, and then she pulled back just enough to look at me.

"You okay?" she asked.

I nodded, not trusting myself to say much more.

But my thoughts were already moving faster than my heartbeat. That kiss, it wasn't a casual thing, not to me. I'd come out tonight thinking I'd laugh a little, maybe flirt, drink too much tequila and feel human for a few hours. Instead, I felt seen but this would be too dangerous, I didn't need to fall in love, I was here for a few months, then off to my first assignment.

She rolled with me pulling me to lay with her on the bed next to me. She giggled and watched me like she could tell something had shifted. I lay back, staring at her eyes; she rolled closer, her head resting on my chest.

"Jeans off boxers on, soldier." She hugged me and rolled with her ass pushing against me.

It would be a tough evening. I didn't fuck with her that night. We slept spooning, her body pressing to mine. We stayed like that, close, quiet, warm, as something unfamiliar and fragile began to take shape inside both of us, we drifted off to sleep.

I was barely asleep when I heard the rustling in the room; I looked to my side and saw Connie packing what appeared to be a gym bag. Our eyes locked, she held up a finger and winked. I smiled and watched her walk out of the room.

I woke up to the feeling of a wet and warm tongue licking at my hardening cock. I sat up some and moved my hands down and immediately held her face. I pulled her up gently towards me and kissed her deep.

"Let's slow down. Let's just try and slow down."

April kissed me deeply again as she broke the kiss she looked in my eyes. "Nope, I am not letting this monster go to waste. This fucking thing was poking my ass very nicely, and I want it."

April lifted my shirt and I heard her hum, "Yeah I knew I was right."

April kissed down my chest and returned to trying to suck my cock into her mouth. I tried as best I could but it wasn't possible for me to touch her. But I wanted to taste her.

"Turn around, I want to eat you now baby." I heard her moaning and mumbling.

April lifted her head off my cock. "No I want to try and swallow this fucker."

I moved to the side pulling my hips away from her and got out of bed standing there naked.

"Okay I will get on my knees." April snickered. "If that is what you want, baby."

I smiled and bent down. "I don't think so." I bent down, I took her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, I dropped to my knees. I playfully tugged her panties off and then licked up her inner thighs nipping at her skin.

I pulled her legs over my shoulders and kissed my way down to her full fur bush pussy. I teased my nose in her fur. April started squirming but stopped when I flattened my tongue and licked her from her pink star, pausing at her soaking entrance and then licked, splitting her lips and swirled around her clit.

I listened to her breathing as I moved my left hand and placed my thumb on her clit and slowly started spelling the alphabet over her clit.

I murmured loud enough for her to hear. "When I finish the alphabet April, I am going to suck your clit into my mouth and finger fuck you until you pass out darling."

I bent down and started alternating tonguing her entrance and sucking her lips in and out of my mouth. April started arching her hips into my mouth signaling she was close. I knew it was time; I hurried spelling out the last few letters of the alphabet then tounged her as deep as I possibly could.

"Get ready lover." I moved my thumbs away and covered her clit with my mouth gently sucking on her clit.

I moved my left hand down and slid a single thick finger into her pussy testing its tightness. My right hand moved higher in search of her firm breast. She started moaning louder. I closed my lips on her clit applying more pressure then closed my teeth softly tugging it gently.

She squealed, "Oh you fucker!" I felt a flow of her creamy cum begin to flow even more.

I then pulled my index finger from her and slid my middle two fingers in slowly flicking her.

"Stop teasing! Make me cum again!" April tried to grab at my hair.

I continued with her clit but rotated my finger up and then curled them finding her special spot.

"Fuck Marcus! Oh my gawd Marcus now!!"

I sucked her clit harder, swirling my tongue and stroking her g-spot with more pressure. Her left hand grabbed for the little hair I had while the other started slapping at her bed.

I felt her shake and her legs quiver opening wider. Then her walls closed on my fingers as she shook and covered my hand with her cum.

Suddenly she slowed all movements; I was suspicious of what happened. I moved quickly, lifting her legs and swinging her body so as to lay her flat on the bed. I curled up beside her and pulled her naked body on top of mine.

"April dear?" I whispered, kissing her forehead. I continued to caress her back and held her whispering into her ear. "Come on, wake up now, deep breaths April."

I heard her moaning and then looked at her face. Her eyes were fluttering. She smiled then brought a hand up to cover her face.

"Hey, don't do that. Let me see you." She smiled.

"What the fuck did you do to me Hogue?" She curled into me, wrapping me in her arms.

"I just made sure no one else gets your attention over the next few months." I kissed her forehead

"Fuck Marcus... you are hired. You have ruined sex for me, for the rest of my life."

We both laughed. "Come up here and kiss me, Sergeant."

That morning we lay in bed just spending time together. Around lunch we decided to get up and shower, of course, together. April tried her damned best to swallow my cock but backed away and let me fuck her from behind nutting deep into her womb.

Sunday morning Connie came back into the room. "Okay time to pay up. I have left you alone long enough."

We both started laughing, I spoke first. "Rain check Connie. We have a PT test tomorrow morning darling, trust me this little woman has ridden my cock enough. I started laughing as did April.

"Connie love, if you want you are more then welcome to suck his cum from me. I know you love how I taste, don't be ashamed to enjoy his cum second hand but I am a bit sore from horse cock."

I wasn't surprised to hear that, there is nothing wrong with good love.

~~~

Ten weeks later, I was packed for our FTX, gear lined up tight against the wall. April sat on my bed, legs crossed, trying not to let the weight of goodbye show on her face.

"Hey, none of that," I said, nudging her knee.

She smiled, but her eyes gave her away. "I know," she said, voice catching. "But fuck, Marcus. It's been ten amazing weeks."

"It has," I said quietly. "And now I'm heading into the field for five. While I'm gone, you'll graduate and PCS out to your duty station."

She nodded, lips pressed tight.

"When I get back, I've got one more week, the Combat Casualty Care Course, then graduation. I'm heading to Fort Bragg and the 44th Medical Brigade."

April stood and crossed the room to me, hands on her hips like she was bracing herself. "Don't you go finding a wife out there," she said, half-joking, half-daring me. "I swear, Marcus, one day, I'm gonna find you again. And when I do, I'm gonna have you fuck me silly, just like before."

I pulled her in and kissed her deep, unhurried, like it had to say everything we didn't have time to. Then I wrapped my arms around her, held her close, and whispered in her ear, "Don't you go falling for some small dicked man who can't keep happy. You deserve more. Hell, you are more. Don't ever settle."

She laughed, but it broke somewhere in the middle. "Fuck, Hogue. You've ruined it. You've ruined things for my entire life."

I kissed her again, one last time, slower this time, and we didn't let go until we heard our Small Group Instructor stomping down the hall, shouting for everyone to fall out with full combat gear and rucksacks.

Time was up.

~~~ End of Chapter 3 ~~~

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Aoife