Watching Over Her

by Terry Towers

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  “I’m proud of you, Olivia.”

  “Thanks, Dad.” I glowed as he flipped through my first big math test of the semester.

  “I know how hard you worked to get this B, sweetie. Not every grade can be an A.” He folded the pages together and pushed the papers back to me across his desk. “Though your other classes. So far, all A’s?”

  I nodded. “This is the only course I’ve been struggling with.”

  “Good. It’s good to know that you’re back on your game now that you’re home.”

  Nodding, I felt it to my benefit to add, “I couldn’t have done it without Evan.” It was a struggle to fight back a blush as I thought about his unique method of instruction. He would start with random kisses that slowly moved lower. Every right answer would have him continue moving lower, but every wrong answer had him moving higher. It was so damned hard to concentrate with his mouth poised over my stomach, intent on travelling even lower, but I’d been learning to endure. Fortunately for me and Evan, his technique was working and I found myself studying over the math principles on my time away from him, and had also retained the information for the test. The only side consequence was the fact that math class was starting to turn me on. There were countless classes where I’d longed to slip my hand under the waistband of my jeans and slip a finger deep inside myself to relieve the tension building between my legs.

  “That’s true. He’s been an excellent help, I’ll have to give him some thanks personally when I get the chance.”

  Smiling, I gave him a nod, having to bite my tongue to keep from singing my boyfriend’s praises. It wouldn’t take much for my father to get suspicious; part of his job was to question and trust his instincts. “So, we’re all set for me to go with some friends camping? No issues.” I may be eighteen, but he still seemed to see me as the fourteen-year-old who left years ago to live with her mother. Being that I still lived under his roof and relied on him for my car insurance and a few other small bills while I was in school, he still got to exercise a degree of control in regard to my whereabouts.

  “I don’t see why not.”

  I practically bounced with excitement, though I didn’t expect him to make much of a fuss about it.

  “As long as there’s no alcohol or drugs.” He gave me a hard stare that made me want to cower.

  “Not that I know of and you know me, I’d never do either.”

  He gave me one more hard look before nodding. “Okay then.”

  Turning away from him, my excitement increased. I was going to get the entire weekend with Evan. Don’t get me wrong, I felt very bad about deceiving my father although it wasn’t entirely lying. Evan was my boyfriend, but he was also the best friend I had. So, I kept the information of who was going to be going to myself. As cool as my father seemed to be about our friendship, there was no way in hell he’d be on board with me and Evan alone for a weekend, with nothing to occupy ourselves except our imaginations.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  The tent was up in less than thirty minutes; Evan worked away with military diligence until everything was set up. You could tell that he’d done this a million times before. Our sleeping arrangements were a double sleeping bag that gave just enough room for us both, but small enough that it encouraged us to snuggle tight. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious to use it. Tonight would be the first time we’d spent the night together since the night he took my virginity.

  Grabbing a stick I’d found off the ground, I stirred the fire until it was to my satisfaction before setting the grill atop it. Tonight’s feast was quite simple, premade burgers, which made a hissing sound when I put them on the grill. Evan sat down beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders and drawing me into him. I welcomed the warmth, even with my thick down-filled coat and the warmth of the fire blazing before me. “Remind me again who goes camping in November, even in California?”

  “Someone crazy about you, who’s dying to spend time with you outside the apartment without acting like virtual strangers,” he responded.

  A crisp wind cut through my coat and I shivered, but despite the chill, a smile formed on my lips. “I’ll believe the crazy part anyway.” But his words were warming, making winter camping well worth it.

  When the burgers were done, we ate in virtual silence, sharing a look here and there. I wasn’t even that hungry, at least not for food. I’d waited years to have sex for the first time and now I seemed to be insatiable – at least where Evan was concerned.

  Once we were done eating and the dishes put away we ventured off for a walk. Evan liked to go for a minimum of a fifteen-minute walk after every meal. He claimed it helped with digestion; I took him for his word on that.

  Walking hand in hand, we found a nice spot to sit on a fallen tree stump where the view was perfectly clear and watched as the sun started to go down, leaving streaks of red, yellow, and orange in its wake. This was easily one of the most romantic places I’d ever been.

  “Are you ready to go back?” he asked, beginning to stand, but I stopped him by placing a hand on his arm, urging him to not leave the spot as I stood before him.

  “Not yet.”

  “Oh, in that case,” he said. He tried to sit back down, but I took his hand, making him straighten. Giving me a peculiar look, he obliged.

  “The view is too stunning to waste,” I said with a sly grin, lowering to my knees before him.

  He groaned softly as I quickly began to undo his belt and then jeans, sensing what was about to come. “We could go…”

  His cock was fully erect by the time I was able to hook my thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs, tugging them down. His beautiful shaft sprung free from its restraint, standing strong and proud before my lips. Evan was the first man I’d ever given head to, and the amount of times I’d done it for him I could count on one hand, while I’d lost count of the amount of times he’d gone down on me.

  “It’s perfect here.” I lowered my head and ran the tip of my tongue from the bottom of his scrotum, between his balls and up the underside of his shaft to circle the bulging head, then back down again.

  His breath hitched and he groaned a second time, a hand going into my hair and grasping the back of my head. Focusing my attention back at his balls I sucked one into my mouth, while my hand began to stroke his shaft. His hips began to sway against my mouth as my tongue played with the first one, to release it and suck in the second. By the time I released the second ball, a pebble of cum had formed at the tip of his dick, which I swiped with my thumb and then brought my thumb to my mouth, licking it off.

  “Jesus, you’re killing me here, Olivia,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

  “I know.” I could feel the tension in his body as I looked up and grinned. My gaze locked with his. The look of feral need that was in his eyes for me made my pussy throb. I wanted to be greedy and tell him to take me, but I refused to allow myself this time. Right now was all about him.

  Lowering my gaze, I continued my torture, running my tongue down the length of his shaft and back up again, taking a moment to tease the tip with each pass. His hips began to buck against my mouth in earnest as I felt the desire build with him, hardening his dick until his balls became rock solid.

  With my lips at the tip again, I took him into my mouth this time, while one hand grasped the base of his shaft and the other cupped his balls. I began to work in earnest now, the teasing was officially over and it was time to make him explode for me. My mouth moved up and down, up and down, over and over, my hand moving in time with my mouth for maximum coverage.

  The low groans and growl-like noises coming from him increased, bit by bit with each stroke. He slowly leaked into my mouth, some I swallowed while some became lubrication. He was close, so close, his hand had fisted my hair to the point where it was beginning to hurt, but I didn’t care, I was a woman on a mission, I needed to taste his release more than I needed my own.

  “Enough!” he growled, just as
I was sure I was finally going to achieve my goal. Releasing my hair, he stepped away from me.

  “But –?” To say I was confused was an understatement.

  Grabbing my arm he pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and leaned me over the tree stump. His hands came around my waist and undid my jeans, pulling them down around my ankles along with my panties, leaving me totally exposed. The cool air tickled me and I shivered, but it was a shiver of need and pleasure, the coolness against my moist pussy making me nearly come.

  “Evan, but…” I didn’t have time to voice my concern, he lined himself up to my core and slammed into me. I screamed out as a burst of pleasure raced through me, making me dizzy. My fingers gripped the tree stump, breaking into the bark and tearing a piece off.

  “I want to feel you come over my cock, honey,” he growled, his voice thick with his desire as he hammered into me from behind.

  “Evan!” I gasped. The coolness of the air around us along with the heat of his dick within me was driving me to insanity. “You need to slow down, I’m –”

  “No.” His flat-out refusal was combined with him reaching around me, spreading my pussy lips covering my clit, and his fingers seeking out my clit.

  My stomach was in knots, I was getting so close to the brink. His fingers on my clit, pinching and teasing in combination with his dick pounding hard into me, was making the pleasure nearly unbearable. I had no words and all thoughts left my mind as I was swept away with the pleasure.

  “Please, oh god, I can’t take anymore,” I cried out.

  “Then come for me,” he growled into my ear.

  I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. My body tensed, suspended in time, and then the relief of release overtook me and I cried out, tears forming in my eyes due to the tidal wave of emotion.

  To my dismay, he immediately pulled out and flipped me over. “Evan?” I asked, confused that he hadn’t come yet.

  “Finish the job.” He stared down at me, his cock bobbing in front of my lips.

  The haze in my mind cleared and I opened my mouth, taking him in. I could taste myself on him and surprisingly enough it turned me on even more. Grasping the base, I began to work his cock as he fucked my mouth, but it didn’t last long. I’d only managed to stroke him three times before he groaned, louder than I’d ever heard him before, and a gush of his cum spilled from him and into my mouth. I quickly swallowed, attempting to keep from spilling any of his seed.

  When he’d finished unloading he pulled himself from my lips and helped me to my feet. Once on my feet, and when our pants were back up and secure, he pulled me into his arms and his lips came crashing down on mine. I melted into him.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he asked, pulling back from me and looking down into my eyes.

  “I did.” I blushed; we’d both came harder than we ever had. “It was intense.”

  “Good. By the time we get back to camp, hopefully you’ll be up for another go.” He gave me a wink as he pulled fully away from me and took my hand, leading the way.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  By Sunday afternoon we were back to his apartment, hard at studying. The camping trip had been an insanely good diversion from reality. Our sex life had been amazing before the camping trip, but it had been pretty vanilla. It seemed he was ready to take it to the next level and I was excited over the notion.

  While I worked on a bunch of sample questions, Evan sat across the table from me engrossed in a novel by Stephen King. As I flipped to the next page of practice questions, I took a moment to look and discovered he was watching me with a wide grin on his face. An answering smile crossed my own lips. “What’re you staring at?”

  “You.” He shifted position, his legs brushing against mine under the kitchen table, where we’d decided to study from now on. On the sofa we seemed to get less work done and more of other, more pleasurable activities. Our thought process tonight was that if we were sitting across from each other in rigid kitchen chairs we’d be less inclined to end up in the bedroom. “This is nice.” It had worked up until this point.

  I nodded. “I’ve never enjoyed schoolwork so much.”

  “Next year it’ll be easier for you. You’ll get to choose your courses instead of having them chosen for you. Just a matter of toughing this out.”

  “Mm hmm. It will be nice to dig into the good stuff. But if I weren’t taking math then I wouldn’t have a reason to see you so much.”

  “True,” he said, his smile widening, before continuing his previous thought. “By then we should have something figured out where we can finally reveal our relationship to the world.”

  Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it. “Yeah, though my dad will probably still lose his mind.”

  He lifted a shoulder. “I’ll survive.” Evan hesitated, then leaned across the table and took my hand in his. “This is just a thought, but would you want to move in here, or do you prefer to find a bigger place?”

  As much as the idea of living with him, seeing him every day, waking up in his arms each morning made my heart soar, I almost frowned. “I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it.” And I hadn’t. Our relationship was going so well, I didn’t want to jinx it. It never even crossed my mind to be living with him. He hadn’t even danced around the topic before this moment.

  He nodded, attempting to appear nonchalant on the topic, but I knew he was anything but. “We still have lots of time to decide, it’s not like we have to do it tomorrow or anything. If you are up for the idea, it should only take a couple of months to find a new place – if you want something bigger, that is.”

  “Yeah.” I gave my head a shake. Looking around I didn’t see anything wrong with where he was living currently, but then again, when you included my stuff…

  “Just something to think about.” He turned his attention back to the book he was reading, flipping to the next page.

  “Definitely.” I ostensibly returned to my homework, but my mind was churning with an assortment of thoughts. What if I moved in and it didn’t work out? I hardly made anything at the comic book store, I’d have next to nothing to contribute financially. Wouldn’t he get bitter after a while having to support me? Besides, living together would be a whole new dynamic. So much to think about.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Evan

  I was in the process of putting away my tools when Carrie dropped by for a visit. Giving her a friendly greeting, I was careful not to be too warm or welcoming, as to not give her the wrong impression. After what happened the day she kissed me on base, I was doing everything within my power to ensure she knew her place with me. My aloofness didn’t seem to do as well as I’d hoped since she continued to drop hints to which I feigned obliviousness. Considering how many eligible men there were on base, why she continued to harbor an interest in me was mind-boggling. It was to the point where I may be forced to use outright bluntness, to the point of cruelty for her to catch the hint. “Hello, Carrie.”

  “Hi.” She leaned too close, so close that the rose perfume she had overdosed on was churning my stomach. “We haven’t talked in ages.”

  “I’ve been busy.” I put away the wrench I’d been holding.

  “Me too. I’ve been doing a lot of things, like traveling.”

  The way she said it gave me pause, but I didn’t look up. “Oh, where’d you go?”

  “Just away for the weekend. I was at a little inn up the coast. My friend and I went out for dinner last Saturday.”

  “Oh, that sounds nice.”

  “It was. We went to a little seafood restaurant in a small town. I doubt you know it, but the restaurant is Martinelli’s. Really stellar food and service.”

  I made a noncommittal sound, but a bead of sweat trickled down my back under the t-shirt I wore beneath combats. I’d never eaten there, but I was indeed familiar with the place. Too familiar.

  “On our way out, I looked across the parking lot. There’s another restaurant there, called Oscar’s.” Her voice dropped a bit lower as she lean
ed even closer. “Imagine my surprise to see you and the major’s daughter going inside, with your arm around her.”

  “It was just dinner.” And an intimate weekend camping trip. Images of me pinning her to a tree and sliding deep into her tight core popped into my head, making my dick jerk awake. “I’ve been tutoring her for her math class.”

  “Hmm, maybe, but you two looked a lot more than friendly, especially when she kissed your neck.”

  My jaw clenched as I looked down at her. It took every ounce of will power to keep my expression calm and tone steady. “You have quite an imagination, Carrie.”

  “I wonder how the major would feel finding out that his high school –”

  “First year of college.”

  She smiled, the smile of a rattlesnake. “My apologies. Regardless, I wonder how Major Vanburen would feel knowing his teenaged daughter was getting it regularly from one of his men?”

  “Again, it’s in your mind.”

  She ignored me. She could smell the bullshit. “I would strongly suggest you end it before it negatively affects your career.”

  I made no attempt to check my anger. “Are you threatening me?”

  Carrie reared back, putting up her hands. “No, of course not. I’m just warning you. Just in case people end up getting the wrong impression.” She put a hand on my arm, moving it up toward my shoulder. “I like you, Evan. We both know I more than like you… I just don’t want to see your life ruined because of a silly little fling.”

  Shrugging off her hand, I replied, “Not that it’s any of your business, but there’s nothing silly or flinglike about it. She needs help, I’m giving it to her. I appreciate your concern, but I’m perfectly fine managing my own affairs.”

  Her lips formed a tight line and it seemed like she wanted to argue her point, but finally, she shrugged. “Okay. You’re a big boy. I just hope a little fun now doesn’t cost you everything you’ve worked for. If you want to kill your career then messing with the major is the perfect way to go about it.”