Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story

by Haley Nix

  I fell asleep that night thinking of Cat, wondering when I’d get a chance to see her again. Our time together in Paris, so long ago, now seemed like a distant dream. When would I have her back in my arms?

  As it turned out, I received an answer to that question a few days later when I was called in to speak with a superior, Lieutenant Warren Kendricks. He had been in close contact with one of the senior officers at the base in Helmand where I’d previously been stationed. If was I interested, they had found a suitable position for me stateside. The only catch was that it was in Washington, D.C.

  “Are you interested, soldier?” asked the Lt. Kendricks gruffly.

  “Yes, sir. When will this be in order?”

  “In two weeks, your commitment here will be over. You will fly back to the United States on December 18th.”

  “I’ll be home for Christmas,” I said pensively.

  I was absolutely ecstatic, but knew it would be unsoldierly to express this enthusiasm openly.

  “Indeed.”

  “I can’t thank you enough, sir.”

  “You’ve earned it. You’ve served your country well – now it’s time for us to return the favor. Every senior officer I’ve been in contact with has spoken very highly of you. We think you’ll be an excellent fit at the Department of Defense.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “You’ll have a bit of respite before you must report to the DoD. Your start date is February 15th. This should give you enough time to find suitable living quarters, make moving arrangements, and attend to any other affairs you have back home.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Thank you for your service, soldier. And good luck in your new post.”

  I thanked him one last time and exited his office, giving a silent fist pump celebration in the hallway. When I got back to the barracks, I yelled out loud for joy. Then I penned a very short letter to Cat:

  Dear Cat,

  I’ll be home for Christmas. See you then.

  Love,

  Colt

  Chapter Eight

  Catherine

  In mid-December, I opened a letter from Colt that told me he’d be coming home for Christmas. When I read that line, my jaw dropped. There were no further details beyond that. When exactly was he getting in? How long would he be staying? Was I living in a dream?

  Needless to say, this new development made it nearly impossible to concentrate – something that proved problematic in the middle of finals week. Fortunately, I had a much better schedule than in past semesters. For instance, in the previous two semesters, I’d had multiple finals on the same day. This semester they were spread out over the entire week.

  I’d already taken my Chemistry exam on Monday. It went reasonably well, and I was expecting good news when grades finally came out. Intermediate Anatomy was coming up on Thursday afternoon. There was plenty of time to study for that, plus it was a relatively easy class.

  The killer test, Advanced Bio, would come on Saturday. Yes, a Saturday. I couldn’t believe it when I saw that on the schedule, but ultimately I wasn’t complaining. That would give me an extra day to study. Christmas was the following Thursday. I knew that if I put my head down and powered through the week, it would all be worth it. Colt coming home was the light at the end of the tunnel.

  After my Anatomy final on Thursday, I stayed up late hitting the books for Advanced Bio. The following Friday morning, I woke up early and studied by myself throughout the morning hours, then met with my study group for a last minute cram session that lasted all afternoon and into the late evening.

  By the time the clock struck 11:00 PM, I told the others I was heading home and wished them luck on the exam. The exam began the following morning at 9:00 AM. I had done all the studying I possibly could at this point; if I didn’t know the material now, more hours hitting the books wouldn’t change that.

  I was hoping that a good night’s rest would give me the extra boost I needed to ace the exam. Not surprisingly, I fell asleep within minutes of laying down on my mattress. I had spent over twelve hours studying and I was completely wiped out.

  On Saturday morning, I woke to my alarm at 7:30 AM. After showering, I made some coffee and a big breakfast. The test was from 9:00 AM to 1:00 PM. I knew that if I didn’t eat well, I’d be in major trouble. I ate quickly and left my apartment with plenty of time to spare. By 8:50 AM, I was seated in the classroom, waiting for Dr. Hilton to pass out our final exam. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and said a small prayer.

  ***

  Colton

  With my bags packed, I said one last goodbye to the guys in the barracks. Finally, I came to Percy. For old time’s sake, we grabbed one last terrible meal together in the mess hall.

  “So you’re finally doing it, eh? Getting out for good,” he said with feigned reproach as we sat down together at one of the tables.

  “Yup,” I said, taking a bite of the orangish slop in front of me that the mess hall passed off as mac’n cheese.

  “No more soldier, no more shoot’em up, no more getting shot in the ass.”

  “Hey, it was the back of my leg,” I said with a laugh, punching him in the shoulder.

  “You got shot in the ass, man. Now that you’re leaving, you can admit it.”

  “Fine. I got shot in the ass. You happy now?”

  “Yup, glad to hear you finally say it. So what’s next? Pushing papers at the DoD?”

  “Well, I’m hoping it’s more than just pushing papers. I don’t know, I’m ready for it. There was a time I thought I’d never want to leave the field. When I joined, I specifically wanted to be station overseas, fighting the good fight. But now…”

  “Now what?” asked Percy as I trailed off.

  “I feel like I’m risking too much out here.”

  “It’s your woman, isn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, I can’t blame a man for that. But hell, love can be even rougher than war sometimes.”

  “I suppose it can. But I’m optimistic.”

  “Good. That’s the only way you can be and make it through life.”

  We continued eating, then lingered in the mess hall talking for a while longer, just shooting the shit, knowing it’d be a long time, if ever, before our paths crossed again. Percy was a good kid and I knew I’d miss his friendship.

  Eventually, it was time for me to go. Percy walked back to the barracks with me to help me with my bags. We tossed them into the ground transport and slammed the doors shut on them. Then we stood out in front of the truck face to face. I reached out my hand and Percy gave me a firm handshake.

  “We should grab a beer sometime once you get out of this hellhole,” I said, giving him a brief smile.

  “Only if you’re buying.”

  “Deal.”

  I hopped into the front passenger seat of the armored vehicle and shut the door behind me. Percy and I saluted each other one last time, and then the driver took off on the road to Kabul. With over 30 hours of flights ahead. I’d be back in Tulsa sometime early Saturday night. Making it home with less than a week before Christmas.

  ***

  Catherine

  I came out of my Advanced Bio final knowing I’d nailed it. There wasn’t a question in my mind. And hearing the other students complaining about how hard it was, I knew the class average would be low, meaning that once again I’d benefit from the curve.

  As I’d done after my Bio test last semester, I joined some people in my class for drinks and food. And if there was ever cause for celebration, this was it. I was done with classes for the semester and had a long winter break ahead of me. To top it off, Colt was coming home for Christmas. I wondered how I could be so damn lucky.

  A few hours later and I was feeling more than tipsy. We’d been drinking all afternoon at some Mexican restaurant with cheap, strong margaritas. For some odd reason, it seemed like the perfect way to close out the semester. Around 7:00 PM it was time to head home. I called
a cab and said goodbye to everyone.

  The rest of my night I planned out as I rode back to my apartment in the cab. With all that drinking, I was feeling sleepy. As soon as I got home, I’d brush my teeth and then pop on some Netflix. With any luck, I’d be asleep in the next few hours and wouldn’t wake up until late Sunday morning.

  On my way up to the apartment, I stopped at my mailbox to see if Colt had sent anymore details, but all I pulled out were bills and junk mail. I slowly made my way up the rest of the stairs and fumbled with my keys as I opened the door to my apartment.

  Chapter Nine

  Catherine

  “COLT!” I screamed in delight, running up to him.

  “Well, hello there,” he said with a laugh, catching me as I jumped into his arms

  He held me tightly as I pulled his head in for a deep kiss. Then I jumped down and pushed him back a bit to have a look at him.

  “I can’t believe this. You’re back already!?”

  “Yup. I had my key, so when you weren’t home I figured it’d be OK to let myself in. I wanted to surprise you.”

  “Well, color me surprised,” I said as I pulled him in for another wet kiss.

  Then I leaned my head against his shoulder, just leaning against him for a bit, listening to the soothing sound of his big heart beating strongly. He was safe and sound, and I was back in his arms again.

  “Your breath tastes like liquor,” he said.

  “Oh, sorry. I was out with my classmates. We got drinks after the final today.”

  “How’d that go? Was it celebratory drinking or depressed drinking?”

  “Celebratory,” I said. “It went very well. And it was my last final.”

  “Your final final?”

  “Ha!” I said, sarcastically. “You know, I’m so happy to see you I’ll let your lame jokes slide for once.”

  “So, since you’re already drunk. What do you say to one last drink with me?”

  “Perhaps. What are you thinking? You want to go somewhere?” I asked, looking up at him, them kissing his lower lip playfully.

  “I was thinking we could stay right here,” he said, nodding his head towards a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket on the counter.

  “Well, you’ve though of everything, mister. You think that if you just get me drunk enough I’ll take my clothes off for you?” I asked teasingly.

  “I’m thinking it couldn’t hurt,” he said with a wink.

  ***

  Colton

  When I heard the key turning in her apartment door, my heart started racing. This was it, the moment we’d both been waiting for – only Cat had no idea that it was about to arrive. I was dying to see the look on her face when she first saw me.

  Needless to say, she didn’t disappoint. I knew there was a 50% she’d scream out loud and a 50% chance she’d be completely speechless. She opted for the former.

  “COLT!” she’d squealed gleefully as she ran into my arms.

  I wrapped them around her as she kissed me. Just feeling her body again, her warmth, was worth those long hours on the multiple flights I’d taken to get back home. The kiss hinted at the pleasures to come – and likely sooner rather than later.

  I poured us both a glass of champagne and we sat together on the couch. I could feel the velvet box nestled in my pocket. I shifted my position slightly, not wanting her to feel it. I needed to wait until the time was right.

  I still hadn’t told her about the job in D.C. I wanted to wait on that, too. There were still a lot of things to work out surrounding that. Would she be able to move there with me? Could she continue her studies there? These were important questions to ask, but I didn’t feel like ruining the moment.

  Then she asked me how long I was staying for.

  “Through New Year’s Day,” I said, trying to keep it vague.

  Technically, I was staying through that date, and much longer after that, too! I felt a little bad about not putting all my cards out on the table, but now just wasn’t the time for it.

  “Oh, I’m so happy. You’re home for Christmas! I still can’t believe it. There’s so much I have to do! I need to get presents, and start planning out dinner, and…”

  “Shh,” I said. “Just relax. Enjoy your champagne.”

  She took a sip of her drink and made a playfully sarcastic face at me. That was it; I was done. I simply couldn’t control myself anymore. I placed my drink down on the glass table and pounced on her, pressing my lips to hers.

  She put her drink down on the table and kissed me back, maneuvering so she was lying down on the couch with me on top of her, desperately roving my hands all over her body. I simply could not touch her body enough, each squeeze, each caress of her curves made me want her even more.

  Her scent filled my nostrils as we lay there, sucking gently at each other mouths, the interplay of our tongues working in lustful harmony. I was drinking in her scent, her taste, her touch – all the things I’d been deprived of in my time away from her.

  Chapter Ten

  Catherine

  As I lay beneath him, his muscular body hovering over me, those soft lips pressed against mine, I couldn’t help but feel as if I was dreaming again. This unexpected surprise mixed with the afternoon of drinks made me wonder if all of this were really happening.

  But as I felt the wetness of his tongue pressed against my own, and that other wetness between my legs starting to grow, I knew that this was real. I gave his butt a playful squeeze just to double check. Yes, this was real.

  I whimpered as he started to kiss my neck, his hands all over my body, pushing up under my shirt and bra, playfully tweaking my nipples as he fondled my breasts. Just to feel his touch again turned me on. We hadn’t been together like this since summer.

  Colt sucked on my neck and I moaned, feeling him moving his hand up my thigh now. His big cock pressed against me, a growing bulge in his jeans, ready to give me my most basic desire.

  I pulled Colt away from my neck, giving him a wet, hot kiss, making out with him for a few moments before slipping off of the couch. I pulled off my shirt and then slid my bra off of my chest, covering my nipples with my hands, pushing my tits together as I kneeled in front of him. Then slowly I let my hands fall away, reaching my arms up behind my head, letting him take in the sight of my gorgeous tits for the first time in months.

  I knew he liked seeing me like this, knew he thought about me when he was overseas trying to go to sleep at night. Then I moved towards him, running my hands up and down his thighs, lingering there for a minute longer; he’d waited months for this, what was a few more seconds?

  Then I reached up to his waist and undid his belt, sliding it out of the loops of his jeans. Slowly and deliberately, I began to unbutton them. I kissed his lower abs as I undid each button. Reaching up, I started to pull his jeans down off of his hips. Colt moved himself ever so slightly off of the couch, making it easier for me to get to the throbbing member in his boxer briefs.

  I pulled his boxers down and began kissing up his right thigh. As my mouth moved in closer towards his cock, Colt leaned his head back on top of the couch. With the first lick of his balls, I heard him groan in anticipation. I licked again, longer this time, applying more wetness and pressure. Then I took one of his balls in my mouth, sucking on it gently for a few seconds. I flitted my tongue, playing with him, trying to elicit another groan of pleasure.

  He reached his hand down and ran it through my silky hair, holding it back so it wouldn’t fall in my face as I started to suck his big cock. I stroked his shaft slowly, loving the way his warm, tightened skin felt as it rubbed against my hand.

  Then suddenly I stopped stroking and pressed his throbbing head into his abs as I licked all the way up the shaft. For I moment, I stayed there, swirling my tongue quickly around his head continuously in one direction. Then I reversed and circled him slowly and sensually.

  Gradually, I wrapped my lips around his head, touching my wet tongue lightly to him, tasting the p
recum that had formed at the tip. I took his big cock all the way into my mouth, causing him to shudder with pleasure. He let out another loud groan. Knowing that he was enjoying the soft, wet feeling of my mouth made me even wetter with desire. I reached a hand down and unbuttoned my jeans, playing with my clit as I started to suck him harder.

  I bobbed up and down, running his huge balls through my fingers as I swirled by tongue around his cock, applying slight pressure, then releasing. There was a passionate ebb and flow to the way I sucked at him, to the way I applied my passion towards the goal of his pleasure. But as much as I enjoyed his taste, as much as I went crazy for the feeling of his cock pounding my throat, there was only one thing I wanted now. I could hardly wait any longer.

  Taking Colt’s fat cock deep into my throat, I gagged slightly, then I removed it with a slurp and a pop. I held his head up to my pursed lips and kissed it before putting it back in again. This time I bobbed more quickly, moving my head as I sucked hard at him. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth.

  The rhythmic pulsing of his desire let me know I was driving him absolutely wild. But I didn’t want to give him too much pleasure just yet, didn’t want him to bust in my mouth without first giving me the hard fuck I’d been craving from him for months. My body was aching for him and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait for him to put his huge cock inside my tight, wet pussy.

  After sucking him off a bit longer, I took his dick out of my mouth. It was enormous now, fully-erect, stimulated by the nuanced licking and sucking I’d done to him. His cock glistened in the dim light of the room, slick with the coating of my saliva. After giving one final passionate lick, I stood up and pulled my jeans off of my hips, letting them fall to the floor. I peeled off my panties as Colt sat there silently watching me, giving his big cock a little tug.