Redemption

by Brent, Amy

  I felt my mind drifting back to him. Those green eyes, those perfect biceps, those moving hips.

  Shit, get a hold of yourself, Lindsey; you have a camp to run. I slapped myself in my mind and brought myself back to the present moment. I was still in charge of my thoughts, even though my body seemed to have other ideas.

  Ben

  “They're after me, I tell you. The enemy. Can you hear them coming?” said Johnson, fearing the worst because of his PTSD.

  We sat in the hut together, and I felt my heart going out to him. I'd never suffered from PTSD, but I'd seen a few who had. It came on suddenly, and a big, capable man could turn into a mouse who seemed like he was having a crazy episode about nothing. But, to the sufferer, it was very real. Johnson was the one who'd been in the bushes when the women had screamed. It was a trigger for him. Now he was sitting in a sweaty mess about the other day, talking non-stop, and fraught with anxiety.

  I'd let Paul take the rest of the recruits with him, so I could focus everything I had on Johnson. I was sure I wasn't supposed to touch him because that might set him off even more.

  “I want you to focus on your breathing right now. The enemy is gone. I am here, and we are completely safe.”

  “But they've threatened the line. We can't be. I saw them. God, I can hear the explosions.”

  He began to rock back and forth, and for the first time in my life, I found myself steaming mad that it was even possible for this to happen to a person. I was thinking about what to say when I saw Lindsey standing in the doorway. Fuck, it was probably nine a.m., time for the women to see what we were doing.

  Lindsey took a look at Johnson who was still gently rocking back and forth like a small child in his mother's arms. She didn't say a word and nodded that I was okay to leave and that she would handle it. Any loud noises or starts of any kind could make his anxiety worse, so I left quietly and slowly, knowing she was capable of handling the scenario. Thank God.

  I went outside to greet the other women who were mixing well with our weekly recruits. Some of the men were already showing them what they’d learned, and the women were overjoyed at the attention they received, it seemed.

  I stayed close by, so I could listen out for any yelling that might come from the hut where Lindsey was talking to Johnson. I was hoping he wouldn't need medication or have to be hospitalized. He seemed like a kind man and had been a great team player with the other recruits, so far.

  I could watch Paul from where I was sitting. He was amazing as he taught the ladies the moves. The women were determined, but they had a laugh when they couldn't execute something properly. Our recruits were awesome at trying to help them maneuver the different processes for the kicks and punches. It was rewarding to see them working together in a group.

  It was about an hour before Lindsey and Johnson surfaced. He looked tired, but his demeanor was cool, calm, and collected, thankfully. It was morning break time, and he filtered in with the others. They rallied around him like comrades would do. I was shocked at how different he looked. I had been beginning to really worry, but now, it was as if nothing had happened. Wow, Lindsey was amazing.

  “He's going to go home early today after he has some food from the canteen,” said Lindsey. “I think it will be good if he rests.”

  I looked at her; she looked super-cute in her green sweater with her matching leggings. She was dressed for the class she never got to take.

  “Yeah, for sure. Hey, thanks for that. I wasn't sure what my next move was going to be.”

  “It's fine. I am trained to help with that and other traumas too. He wasn't that bad. Some people can be nearly catatonic and then it's hard because it seems impossible to reach them.”

  “Oh, really? Fuck, that sucks. I don't know who to be mad at, the government or the assholes that start the damn wars.”

  “I think worrying about the problem isn't good at all. I’m a more ‘focus on the solution’ kinda gal. At the end of the day, if they continue to put their energy into what happened, then they stay stuck in the past. Bringing people into the moment of right now is always best. It's impossible to change the past.”

  “That's a profound way of being. You can start over in every moment if you think that way.”

  “Exactly,” she said. “And if you have nothing holding you back, then you can accomplish so many more things.”

  I gave her a smile. “I think this is going to work out well. We can help one another to help other people. I love it, and you love it, so it's a win-win.”

  “Yes, empowering other people is awesome.” She paused. “I'm glad Nicole came with the others. I might go and tell her she can take the girls back on her own. I'd like to see more today if you don't mind. That way, I can get a real feel for what mindset your camp members are in.”

  “Sure, today is mainly practicing moves they've been learning this week, and it blended in well with your women because they got to help them too.”

  “Excellent. I'll try and learn some stuff too, but no promises, okay?”

  I gave her a kind smile. She was the same beautiful Lindsey I'd remembered. More mature, and even more wonderful than I'd remembered her to be. I was truly grateful for her help, despite our sleeping arrangement the other evening.

  Lindsey gave me a small wave as she walked out and found Nicole. Thankfully, Nicole seemed more than happy to take the small group of women back to the camp and finish the day with them after one more class with us. I was going to be teaching a drop and roll move, with a punch executed at the end. It would be finished off with an attack move the predator wouldn't see coming.

  * * *

  The end of the day arrived quickly, and I'd watched Lindsey do her moves in front of the women who loved the class. Some of them found it easy, and others had found it hard. My recruits helped everyone, and Paul and I were super-impressed at their team spirit because it helped the women have more self-confidence. I was glad to see that. Lindsey had mentioned that many of her camp members had suffered in their pasts. Some had seen situations stemming from domestic violence; some had lived through a trauma, and some women had even been rape victims, unfortunately. They were all special in our eyes. Every one of them had the right to defend themselves. We wanted to create a safe space for everyone to feel welcome, and one where they understood that they were all unique.

  Each of them would have challenges; some would be great at some stuff and not others. But those differences could be taken into consideration in team activities. Each individual could complement the members of their team. The uniqueness of each team player could be used wisely in activities where teams opposed each other. It would give them all more courage and wisdom to tackle their own lives after the camp, whether they were stay-at-home parents or big CEOs.

  “Thanks for helping me pack up. I think we had a lot of awesome individuals here today. I want to thank you again for helping Johnson.”

  “Johnson?” she asked, confused.

  “I mean Steve. Sorry, we call our recruits by their last names because it's a military thing, you know?”

  “Oh, okay. It's no problem. I had a great day. The women had a ball. They laughed too. And I reckon that's great medicine.”

  “Oh, definitely.” I smiled at her.

  She looked amazing as she helped me to clean up the dining tables in the canteen. Her curves were distracting me from cleaning up the area I was doing. It was like a spell had been cast over me.

  “Oh, about the other day, I'm sorry the hiking route was interrupted for you. I had so much going on with the recruits that I didn't say as much as I could have.”

  She stopped cleaning her table and looked into my eyes. Her smile gave me goose bumps. “It's cool. We planned another route a little earlier on the trail, so it won't get hairy again. Freya thought the man was stalking us. It was funny, but not.”

  I laughed. “God, I can just imagine it. Walking along and enjoying the peace and tranquility, then bam, right out of nowhere is a guy peering throu
gh the bushes. I would've screamed too.”

  She laughed at my words, and I moved closer to her as I wiped the next table over. I could feel a thickness in the air that was our chemistry beckoning us. It felt good to be near her, and I wondered how my body was going to stop needing her the way it did right at that very moment.

  I watched her curves and how she moved as she cleaned. I had a perfect view of her backside as she Spray and Wiped. Fuck, it was like being in my own porn movie, it was that good. I was more attracted to her than when we were together six years ago if that was even possible.

  I wanted to finish cleaning up. I started moving more quickly so I could get closer to her. I found myself closer to the floor and picking up a cough drop wrapper. As I came up, we clonked heads with one another. It took us both by surprise.

  We both laughed and rubbed our heads. I paused and asked her if she was okay. “Yes, I'm fine, are you?” she asked, looking at my head to make sure it wasn’t injured.

  “I'm alright,” I said, feeling the heat between us becoming more obvious.

  I felt myself move to her like wildfire; her eyes sparkled like twinkling stars, beaming their brightness at me. I knew she felt it too as the glimmer of our bodies entwined together in a passionate kiss. We were seducing one another without even trying, and I knew it was something we couldn't even begin to control. I felt her scent lingering into my whole being as I kissed her. She was better than good and more perfect than I'd even daydreamed her to be since our last time together.

  Lindsey

  My body moved into his easily, just like it had wanted to since our last meeting. I was swept up in the chemistry that plagued both of us in a lust I felt that wouldn't let go. Our tongues melded together in a swirl of passion. I was breathless as I let him push his weight onto me, using his manly prowess to dominate the encounter. It was how I liked it, actually. I wanted to be wanted, and I'd never felt such electricity as I did when he kissed me this time.

  “Lindsey, I can't explain how much I need this right now.” His beautiful eyes looked into mine, and I felt like I meant everything right at that moment.

  “I feel the same way. It's okay.”

  He was drawn to me, and I think he felt guilty for not believing me all those years ago. “I don't know how I missed out on believing you six years ago, and I'm sorry. I'm not the same guy anymore.”

  “I know. Sometimes things just happen, and it's hard to explain it.”

  We'd both given into it, the thickness in the air that had lingered as we'd cleaned the tables in the canteen area. And now we were alone, kissing like teenagers on a date, trying not to get caught by anyone. Hopefully, no cleaners would come bursting through any doors.

  I felt my body wanting him desperately as his kisses moved from my lips to my neck, every part of me was alight as he traced his breath onto my skin, licking and biting every now and again. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him in an embrace of wantonness. It was as if we couldn't help but be with one another, our bodies wanted to join; needing to connect and be as one.

  He briskly walked out of the canteen and into his office around the corner, holding me up as I held on tightly. My body felt like it needed to be ravaged by him; I knew he was hard from the satisfied look that became stuck on his face. My own arousal was building, getting beyond the point of no return as my nipples hardened, and I enjoyed the feeling of my pussy clenching onto nothing—yet.

  “Fuck,” he said, placing me on his desk. He pushed everything off it and papers and pens crashed to the floor. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  I kicked my shoes off, and I watched as he undid his belt, letting his camo pants move down. His cock was rock-hard underneath his boxers, and I wriggled myself out of my leggings, taking my panties down as well. He locked the door as I felt my heart racing wildly, knowing how good his dick would feel inside of me. I wanted him to take me, but he knelt down and spread my legs as I leaned back on the desk and gasped as he flicked his tongue over my wetness.

  “Mmm,” he said. “I have to do this. I need to taste you.”

  I let myself relax as he twirled his tongue up and down the slickness of me. I felt so naughty and so aroused by it as he tasted my readiness for him. I’d never felt more alive he took my sweetness into his mouth. I panted loudly as he added a finger inside to check my readiness for him. I imagined his cock inside as he flicked his finger, and he licked at my nub making me moan as his finger danced more, making me eager for him to enter me.

  I placed my head up and gave him my own look of intention. I needed to touch him too. I wanted to taste him as well. It wasn't something I'd ever done before, but I knew he'd enjoy the effort I was making, and it felt so right to please him like he'd pleased me.

  “I want to take you in my mouth,” I said, feeling the lust grow stronger still.

  “Fuck!”

  I placed my hand on his shaft, and it felt rock-hard and smooth to the touch. I knew it would be warm in my mouth and I let my lips move over it like a lollipop. It smelled good and tasted like nothing I could place my mind to, but the way he groaned when I took him in said volumes to me. He was thoroughly enjoying it, and as I sucked on him, I felt like I was getting more aroused downstairs. It was hotter than I thought it would be, giving him head.

  I bobbed my head up and down, and I found that his hand ended up in my hair. He grabbed it in a ponytail, and I knew it was good as he did it. He pushed my head toward him, so I could take the length of him in to satisfy him well. He groaned like they do in pornos, and I knew I must've been doing it right. In fact, I'd watched a few out of curiosity, just in case I ever wanted to take that step.

  I moved up and down and swirled my tongue, my jaw hurt, but I wanted to do it so badly that it didn't seem to matter. I needed to taste him, touch him, caress and cup his balls with my hands. He was the sexiest man I'd ever known and to be with him again was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

  The saliva dripped down my chin as I sucked him; his body was tensed and extremely sexy as he offered himself to me. It was a very trusting thing to let a woman have your cock in her mouth. He trusted me, and that, in and of itself, made me very happy. I'd not known myself to be this horny, but I felt so much passion for him that everything was tingling. We hadn't even got to the sex part yet. I couldn't wait for that any longer.

  “Ben,” I said, breathlessly. “I want you.”

  He stood up and smiled, knowing what we were about to experience with one another. It was all I wanted at that moment. Yes, him inside me, caressing my walls, giving me pleasure as I enjoyed his warmth and thickness.

  I laid there in wait, and his cock sprung out, and he pushed it into me. I groaned as he did, and then my walls moved to take him all in. It was the best feeling I'd ever known. His body moved slowly as he pushed in deeper. I needed him to make love to me, and he did, slowly and passionately.

  His perfect hands moved up my tee, and he exposed my breasts and cupped them as I enjoyed his body that was deep in my own. I'd never experienced such sensuality from him. It was mixed with pure lust, and I felt every part of him. I knew he was driving his shaft slowly on purpose, he wanted the moment to last and so did I. On the inside I was screaming for him to never stop doing it. His eyes were filled with the wildness that had made me fall in love with him all those years ago.

  I felt myself nearing my completion, and as I became breathless, Ben moved a hand to my pussy and touched my clitoris which made me moan. I couldn’t help but do it from the added pleasure and satisfaction he gave me. I could see his muscles rippling as he made love to me, and the visual made me come, hard.

  As soon as I came, he lifted a leg up and drove himself faster, plunging into me like he had to have me in an erotic desperation. It was the sexiest, most perfect feeling I had experienced in my whole life. I watched his eyes as he took me, and they sparkled with ferocity from the state he'd got himself into. He'd always liked to dominate, and I loved it when he pushed into me now, like
a wild beast who was taking a prize catch.

  I felt the sensations rush through me again, I was coming, and I was breathless from his pushing and pulling. I’d never felt so aroused, and I'd never been so horny, not that I could remember, anyway. It was as if we were in a passionate movie where the protagonist was so moved with a passion for his lover that his heat made the girl want more. Right now, I was that girl, and I'd never thought it could feel so damn good.

  I came, and then he pulled out. He placed my leg back down and groaned as he pushed my body around, making me feel like his object of affection. My legs were on the floor and my ass was facing him as he allowed his steely penis to attach to my body, taking me raw, like a dominant male. It was sexy, sensual, and erotic all at the same time. My body was his to do as he pleased with now, and I wanted nothing more than to satisfy him by allowing him to do as he wanted.

  I loved how he made me feel both sexy and beautiful, and the way he'd maintained the fire in his entire core was captivating, mesmerizing in fact. It was like it had been all those years ago, but now it was better because I guess we'd both grown up some more. He'd learned some things and so had I, and through the connection of making love, it all seemed to melt away as if we'd never seen any struggles or heartache at all.

  He pushed his cock deeper and plunged in and out of me slowly, then fast, trying to feel every part of me as he enjoyed my body. I couldn't help but moan as he thrust his cock to the hilt, touching my most-secret places. I'd been celibate since we'd broken up, mostly because no other man seemed to have an alluring effect on me like Ben did. He was everything to me, physically speaking.