Her White Soldier Boy: A BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  "Faster, sir…oh, God!" Tessa manages to untie her hands and claws on the wall in front of her.

  Tessa begs desperately. Her voice is faltering from every pound. Her eyes are closed, and she's tasting every bit of everything passionately.

  I continue to pump her fiercely. The sound of flesh fills the air. The squelching sounds making me crazier. I can't let go of this feeling. The warm air continues to blow against our hot faces. Our hair all undone.

  The sensation of my cock inside her hole and doing this on the roof in the middle of the city is just overwhelming.

  Tessa whimpers and screams so loud; the whole city can hear her.

  "Oh, God, sir! I'm cumming!" Tessa shouts. I echo her screams and squeeze her hips firmly with my fingers. I cum inside her, reaching the top at the same time.

  Eleven

  Alex

  Tessa's been awfully quiet on our way to the administrative building. Quiet and smiling. She doesn't flinch. We both walk towards the administratively building feeling accomplished.

  I can still feel Tessa's honey wrap around my dick. It's not yet limp, still so fucking hard. But we got duties. I wish we can do what we just did all day. However, my whole crew is waiting for us in the office. I also have to read corporal Hollembaek's report so I can debrief the headquarters.

  While Tessa and my arms are slightly swinging, I get my hands close to her so I can touch her hands. She doesn't protest. In fact, she's still too consumed about what happened, enjoying every bit of my cum inside her ass. My fingers slowly reach out to hers until both our hands clasp willingly.

  We're now holding hands with each other, giddily walking down the last block towards the administrative building. Our casual walk is camouflaged by the other busy people on the street. We look like a couple, I'm starting to like it.

  I take a glance at Tessa and notice her stealing glances at me as well. She's still smiling. Her radiant face blurs everything outside of it. In my eyes, she's the only one that exists. She's beautiful. My heart pounds madly deep inside.

  I like her so much. That gorgeous ebony skin, the sweet soulful eyes, and the taste of her in pure sin.

  Thoughts rush through my mind while I'm stuck, staring at the ravishing lady beside me. Tessa's a remarkable woman: stepping up to live courageously and getting into military school with an incomparable passion.

  She may be tenacious, but she's always delightful in every way. Tessa has laser-focus on her goals. It's one of the qualities that I admire about her besides her stunning beauty, sharp brains, and an excellent attitude.

  Tessa's one hell of a lady. A perfect girlfriend, or wife, in the making. I know I shouldn't be entertaining this kind of thought. We can't be together. It's not allowed.

  It's unprofessional.

  I need to be able to contain my emotions and bury it deep down. A fling may be okay. Covert, and it will be okay. We can both fuck each other, have fun, with no strings. And no explanation to anybody necessary.

  What I'm feeling right now- I should not. But it's so overwhelming. I'm beginning to fall for Tessa – headfirst; I can't contain it. My heart is consuming everything that I fortified.

  My mind is wrapped in pure joy and devotion when I'm with Tessa. Holding her hand makes me feel more alive than ever.

  "Hey, Tessa," I tell her.

  "What is it de…uhm, sir?" she asks me back.

  I'm silent all of a sudden. The words I'm supposed to say disappeared just like that. I'm blank.

  "Sir?" Tessa inquires. She's curious.

  I snap myself back to reality – well, almost reality.

  "Tessa?" I struggle. "Yeah, what I'm trying to say is…"

  Tessa giggles as she grips my hand tightly. She looks so sweet, cute, adorable, charming, tasty, lovely…I can't even find the right words to describe her. She's just so fucking beautiful!

  "I like you."

  There's a pause. An excruciatingly long one. We both walk a few steps down quietly. Then we stop. We look at each other – our eyes fixed, holding our breath.

  I don't know if I meant what I said. I think I do. I don't know how Tessa will react. I can feel that she feels the same way I'm feeling. The way I fucked her – or made love with her, either way, on the rooftop earlier, Tessa was extremely all-in.

  She was passionate. We were both playful, having fun. But she definitely made love to me. The way she looked at me straight as if she was staring at my soul every time my thrusts go deep inside her, it was all totally different.

  "Alex," she softly says.

  "Yes," I respond.

  "You know it's …it's not, well, for lack of a better word- allowed," she explains.

  I nod in agreement. I want to take back what I just said. It's stupid to be saying that thing, I'm Tessa's commanding officer. I'm not supposed to take advantage. Let alone take anything about whatever we're doing to the next level.

  "I know you do. We both understand. What we're having, this is, well, I guess, is wrong," Tessa murmurs.

  "I know. Forgive me," I say to Tessa as I let go of her hand.

  My heart pounds madly in protest about what I'm saying to her. I like her, and my heart's upset because I'm not standing up to what I truly feel.

  "Alex," she sighs. "I like you too!"

  Those words drown me. I immediately fall into a pit, but it's far from scary or dead. On the contrary, it's vivid and dazzling. I smile. I'm in a whirlwind of the words that I just heard. Oh, Tessa. I love you.

  Everything is shut down, and I'm here, trapped in ethereal trance.

  "Yes, Alex. I'm surprised that you're feeling the same way. I was hoping it's just me," she continues to explain. "But, hearing those words from you confirms what I've been thinking all along. What's makes me more afraid is…"

  Tessa pauses and looks straight at me, her chin up. We both face each other. I stay silent, staring at her.

  "I think I'm feeling something more for you, Alex. I just don’t know what exactly it is."

  After hearing those words, I immediately pull Tessa close to me and kiss her. She responds passionately. Her lips are sweet and warm. I can feel her tongue fighting to get inside; I let it in.

  She welcomes mine openly as well. Our tongues are tied, and our lips, locked. We both kiss in the middle of the street, amidst the people passing by. We're both being careless and free.

  Our kiss turns into sweet and passionate to more intense and aggressive. My dick starts to throb and stiffen. I embrace her tightly and return her wild, passionate kisses even more. She continues to move forward as if we're the only people in the world.

  I'm beginning to savor this whole feeling and arrangement even more. I think I want more than fling. I'm really, deeply in love with her.

  I love you, Tessa. I don't know what's going to happen, but right now, I don't give a damn! I just can't say the words out loud to her, but I know she can hear my heart.

  Twelve

  Alex

  It's morning already? Fuck. No. It's not morning already, is it? I grab my phone to check. It's fucking 2 pm already. Way past breakfast. And past lunch. Where did the damn night go?

  I stretch my legs, and they peak through the bottom half of my blanket, so my feet stick out a bit. With my hands behind my neck, I do one sit-up. Twist my upper body to the left and then to the right.

  Not that I'm trying to get myself to workout. Nope. It's a lazy Saturday, and my entire body knows it.

  So, without much need for prompting, I lay back down on my bed, sheets, and pillows all amiss. I always sleep like this.

  I've no tasks for today. All my assignments completed. This soldier had done a hell of a job sticking to his deadlines. With my arms now outstretched above me, I do another stretch, clench my fist and get back into relax-mode again.

  For some weird reason, I feel exhausted. But it's a good kind of exhaustion. Is there a right kind of exhaustion? I roll my eyes.

  Then again, I feel elated. Fuck this roller coaster ride. Although I have to
say, I'm not complaining. You already know me by now. I'm hardcore on the outside. I have to be. Otherwise, I'll screw myself over in my job.

  So getting all soft and fuzzy isn't my thing. I ain't no pussy. Want pussy. Yet I ain't one. Now I'm fuzzy inside? Shit. I guess Tessa's walloped me. Hard. Literally and metaphorically. Thinking about that, I peep under my sheets and stare at my morning wood.

  Naked body. Only my boxer briefs covering my crotch. Yup. Still got it. I cover it up again soon after, satisfied with my own genitals. Hmm. Weird? I don't think so. Proud? Hell yeah.

  My thoughts wander back to Tessa. And we both thought things would just be casual. Casual meet-ups. Casual sex. Nothing else. No relationship drama. Nada. It was clear as crystal when we first discussed it. Even my mind didn't need to give it a second thought. It was perfect.

  The perfect cherry on top of the cake. I do my job, and she does hers. We get together and fuck each other. And the routine goes in the same way.

  Easy. Why am I now about to go pick Tessa up to have snow cones while we walk on the beach? Not only that. Why do I like it to be this way? This way, and more.

  That's my cue right there. I head to the shower. Scrub me clean. Shave a little but not all the way. All the way only works in bed with Tessa.

  However, I feel like leaving a few stubbles in place of my beard and 'stache. Dawn that scruffy yet decent look. Something sexy for Tessa's eyes.

  After all, I don't have to report to the office today. I can look a little unkempt without getting reprimanded for it.

  I send Tessa a good afternoon message. Making sure she remembers that I'm picking her up at the coffee shop near her quarters. I'll finally be seeing her in about thirty minutes. I mean, we've seen much of each other lately.

  Grabbing bites to eat. Grabbing each other to eat. And the nights. Holy fuck. Nights with Tessa. Her naked body under mine is unforgettable.

  I want her so badly. I want her always. I want her to be mine. Still, I'm not sure it's okay for me to think this way. Casual, right? She wants more as well, right?

  I dismiss these thoughts, get into my car, and drive. The afternoon's surprisingly pleasant. Like the universe is agreeing with my mood. As it should. My phone vibrates, and I already know it's her, replying to my message to confirm our date.

  Our "date" is even classified under that term now. Whoah. Chills. Good chills. And possibly butterflies in my stomach. Something that hasn't happened to me in a while until I met Tessa.

  At the same time, there's some anxiety in me. Concern for what kind of predicament we're in.

  I don't want to ruin what we have. Whatever it is that we already have. Yet I want it to be more. More than one night stands. More than casual dating. I want to get to know her more. Spend more time with her. Get into her life as she gets into mine. I'm beginning to sound like an excerpt from a teen-drama series on Netflix.

  This is what it's like, huh. Feeling and falling. Like I'm in high school, and my hormones have kicked in. The love bug biting its way into my skin. I realize I've made it sound disgusting with that previous sentence.

  But yeah. Like high school, however, with much more rational thinking involved.

  I'm at our spot, and Tessa arrives after about five minutes. She's wearing loose jeans. A sleeveless blouse tucked into them. And heels. She'll probably take them off once we're on the sand. Not that it matters. She's absolutely stunning.

  What's more, is that her outfit isn't what's making her beautiful. Her smile and that glow of her personality. Damn it, Alex! Pull yourself together! I scream to myself.

  We arrive at the beach only about a few minutes past three. It's not as full as it usually is on the weekend. Perfect. Snow cones in our hands, Tessa tells me of why she enlisted, and I'm all ears. I'm all eyes. I'm all hers.

  Rather, I wish I could tell Tessa that I am. Hers. If she'd have me. I won't ruin the moment, of course. Tessa goes on to say that Stanley made such an impression as a father figure that she was encouraged to follow his footsteps.

  "He's quite an amazing guy," she tells me, that smile of hers painted on her pretty face. The sun gleaming right behind her, making her look like she's somehow glowing.

  For real. That, or I'm in too deep, and I'm starting to see things. I like it, though. I want to sneak in and plant a kiss on Tessa's cheek. Instead, I hold back, grab a few pieces of her hair, and tuck them behind her ear. Our eyes lock.

  What a beauty she is.

  Thirteen

  Alex

  I just hope I’m looking more “smolder” than “googley-eyed” right now. Looking into Tessa’s eyes, I want to grab her by the waist and kiss her deeply. Our mouths and tongues all over each other.

  Then I remember, we’re on a beach. It’s a fucking public place. And we’re soldiers of the U.S. of A. No tarnishing of the name that was built by our forefathers. All because I can’t control myself. Which, really, is ironic. I’m a fucking commanding officer. If anybody knows control, it’s me.

  Yet with Tessa, two things go on. One is that I CAN’T control myself with her, but I do. I wouldn’t want to be forcing myself on her if she doesn’t want me to.

  And second, I don’t think I WANT to control myself. Then again, I do, anyway. A gentleman’s a gentleman. God, that sounded old-fashioned.

  I can sense her trying to read my mind. Maybe she can. Because she suddenly breaks away from our stare and looks down at the sand, we’re stepping on. I know nothing is fascinating on this side of the shore, and yet I find myself looking down, too.

  “The sand’s really good for our feet,” she says with that smile I’m willing to die for. “Don’t you think so?”

  “Yep. Nature’s exfoliant,” I reply, absent-mindedly. Hiding the fact that I’m a bit embarrassed. Shit. Now I feel ashamed? Damn it, guy!

  Commanding officer. Commanding officer. I chant to myself in my head. As a reminder that I’m supposed to be stoic and stone cold.

  We continue eating our snow cones to the last bit before suddenly going on a two-person race. Tessa shouted that the last person to get to that rainbow-colored umbrella will sing the national anthem on this very beach. And then she takes off.

  I’m not one to lose just like that. So I run on the invisible racecourse soon after I realized I was in it. After a few seconds, Tessa gets to the umbrella and jumps in victory.

  “You got too much of a head-start!” I tell her as I pant. We both laugh and lie down on the sand. Just then, we hear jeering and screaming at a distance.

  I’m tempted to think that those people we’re reacting to the race Tessa and I had. But no. They were excited about another race.

  Apparently, there’s a competition going on which involves outdoor games such as the sack races, the newspaper game and such. Okay. So. It’s not an actual sports event. Still, everyone’s betting on their players as though they were playing for gold. I laugh to myself at the preposterousness of it.

  However, Tessa quickly yells, “Let’s join in!”

  “Definitely!” As though I hadn’t tried to insult the game a few moments ago.

  We head towards the registration table and sign up. There are about ten of us. Ten players. And a gajillion in the audience cheering us on. Yep. This is going to be a hell of an exciting game. Plus, for some reason, I’m actually excited now. I was a prude earlier. Not anymore.

  “We’re going to crush them,” Tessa whispers slyly in my ear. “We’re in the friggin’ military! Don’t hold back, okay?”

  She’s so cute when she gets all riled up and competitive.

  “No holding back!” I tell her. “This is our game, Sergeant Stanley. Oh, we’ll crush. No mercy.”

  Let the games begin. We go on about doing what we said we would. Crushing every motherfucking pair in the game. Winning every single one of them. The crowd grows wild with our winning streak, and we bask in that glory. Albeit meaningless. Beach relay games. I mean. Come on.

  Little do we know that this is actually a couples’ relay. We f
ind out only at the very end when we’re about to be crowned King and Queen of the beach relay race. Complete with sash and all.

  Tessa does her version of a beauty queen wave. I, on the other hand, stand regal and pompous next to her. All in jest, of course. Both of us laugh out loud and hug each other.

  Then, the announcer goes, “And you have won a romantic dinner date at a reserved table in Seaside Exquisite!”

  The crowd cheers on some more. And we curtsy, like actors in a stage play.

  I smile, liking the reward. Seaside Exquisite is a seafood restaurant known not only for its good food. But for its atmosphere. It’s a couples’ den, no doubt about it. Everything is set up to make couples swoon over each other.

  The dinner reservation is for 7 o’clock. So Tessa and I head back to our places to clean ourselves up and to meet each other again at the restaurant.

  It’s 6:55 pm, and I’m in my white short-sleeved, collared shirt. It fits my body well so that my biceps and shoulders look like they’re about to pop right through it. Gotta show off these guns.

  Then, right behind me, Tessa taps my right shoulder. I look over and boom. She’s in a sleeveless mini dress. I think those things are called spaghetti straps or something. Hot. Damn. I want to take her on tonight.

  I want to rip that dress off of her gorgeous body. However, I stay calm, even though I know the delicious chocolate beneath that fabric and I want it to melt in my mouth.

  “You look beautiful,” I utter senselessly. I wanted to say a joke to ease the tension. My tension. Those words came out instead, and they’re cheesy as hell. When you’re faced with someone like Tessa, there’s no way to not be stupid about words.

  “Thank you,” she says and kisses me on my cheek. Fuck. I’m going under. She’s got me. She so has me.