Thankfully, I make it out to the Shelby in the back of the parking lot, unlock the doors, and slip down into the seat when she calls me, way earlier than I expected. I look out across the dark parking lot, staring at the shadowy interiors of all the surrounding cars, wondering if I’m being watched by dark beings, waiting to lunge out at me with a moment’s notice, hungry for my eternal soul. I lift the phone to my ear. “Hello?” I answer.
“Damian Sullivan is going to be assigned as an RA,” she answers. “He has a tremor in his right hand which causes his hand to shake enough that he’s a liability in the field.”
“Wait, what the hell is an RA?” I ask her.
“A recruiter’s assistant,” Lola clarifies. “He’s going to be posted in schools and at malls to help recruiters pull in newbies to join the ranks. He’ll most likely be put in this area, since he has connections to local schools and civilians.”
“That’s just great.” I shake my head. “Anything else?”
“Just his phone number and his address,” she tells me with a tone that means she was expecting me to be impressed. I am impressed. “I looked up your daughter and I found out where she works. She works at the high school that Damian graduated from. I think this thing is trying to get to your daughter.”
I feel the world spin, though it seems all the movement is inside me. In the pit of my stomach I know she is right. This thing is toying with me, knowing well that I am no match for it. Fighting the urge to vomit, I fire up the Shelby and tear out of the parking lot. I need to let go of all of this emotion before it gets the best of me. I need to loosen my grasp on all that I now know to be true and real. I can’t get too caught up in all this or I’ll be useless. I cannot afford to be overwhelmed. I need a release.
II
“What’s your name?” I ask her, pushing her down onto her bed. She sinks down onto her ass and then lays down, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. She’s no Hope, but she’s definitely enough for me to want more of her. She’s beautiful enough that she’s got me hard as a barrel, waiting to fill her with everything that I’ve got. I look at her and wonder what’s hiding under that shirt, under that skirt. She smiles at me, drunk as a skunk and barely comprehending where she is. I don’t care. I’m beyond caring at this point. When I saw her, I saw an opportunity and I knew that I wouldn’t regret it. Right now, I don’t. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from this life, it’s that you take what you want and you don’t apologize for it. That’s how winning is done.
“Alice,” she giggles.
The house is empty, except for her brother who is in his bedroom with his headphones on, playing a video game or something. It would be hard growing up in a house with an older sister who looked like Alice. I spread her legs and drum my fingers up her inner thigh until I’m touching her soaked panties. Making out had made her practically orgasm. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to finger her and she was already moaning. It had been ages since this little, tight piece of ass got any action.
She had been stumbling around outside of that stupid club that Hope had dragged me to. Her friends assured me that they would see to it that Hope made it back home safe and sound. I had other things to attend to. Of course, that was when I saw Alice. Whatever I was going to do, it slipped my mind when I saw her downing the last of her Mike’s and I knew that there was no way this girl was getting home alone. I approached her and asked her where the party was and she said that I had missed it, that she had just dumped her piece of shit boyfriend and was ready to have some fun. Of course, a muscular silhouette in the pale moonlight was enough for her to swoon. She clearly wasn’t in her right mind and I wasn’t about to let her get into her car as she fumbled for her keys.
“Mind if I drive you home?” I said to her with a charming smile that I could always conjure for times like these. She looked at me with her drunken, happy eyes and smiled back at me. “I’m a Marine, miss, you can trust me.”
It took all of twenty minutes to find her house. Her parents were out of town for some sort of couples’ retreat, apparently they’d fallen on pretty rocky times. The house was all hers and her brother’s and she hadn’t seen him for days. He was on a videogame bender and was living off of Mountain Dew and chips. I pitied the boy. There were plenty of better options out there. What kind of a kid sits in his room and plays videogames while his parents are out? I sat in the driveway with her for a while, listening to her bitch about her boyfriend and how she was so much better off without him. Honestly, I couldn’t stand listening to her. She sounded like a harpy that was overly needy and controlling. Good for him. I’m glad he got out while he could. That wasn’t going to stop me from fucking her brains out though.
Eventually she leaned over and planted a kiss on me and she smelled like lemonade, she even tasted like it, with a hint of a bite of alcohol to it. As I kissed her I pulled her closer, telling her the things that she wanted to hear. I told her that she was beautiful, that she was strong. I told her that she was the kind of woman that a man should cherish and treasure. I’m sure all of those things are true, but I’m not that man. I told her that she deserved the world and that she was an angel. As we made out, I became harder and harder. Just touching her stomach, her inner thighs, experimenting with how far she’d let me go, she started moaning. She wanted some and I was more than willing to give it to her.
When I asked if she wanted to go all the way, she brought me inside, sneaking past her brother’s room where pale blue light bled out from under the door. That leads us to now, where I’m running my fingers over her panties, climbing on top of her and licking her neck. I rub her slit harder and harder, listening to her moan as she squirms under me. I wonder how many other girls like her are out there. She’s the first I’ve had since I came home and I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have gone out and found girls like her the moment I got back. I had hoped that Hope would be the girl that I could spend my time with, but that had been a bust. Instead, I’m stuck with this girl and I’m absolutely okay with that. I lean down and kiss her cleavage, pulling her shirt down with my chin and breathing in her scent.
“Fuck me, soldier,” she smiles and giggles. “Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I smile as her greedy fingers start to undo my belt. Hungrily, she shoves my pants and boxers down and I kick them off.
I don’t waste any time. She’s soaking wet and I claw her panties down to her ankles and she flings them across the room with a flick of her long, delicate legs. In the darkness of her room, I imagine that she’s Hope, beautiful, luscious Hope. As she’s lying there on the bed, I wonder about putting a condom on, but I decide that I’ll pull out. I’ll be fine. Grabbing under her knees, I pull her close, guiding my cock inside of her. When I find the perfect spot, I ram into her. I hear her gasp and I know that it’s harder than she wanted it, but she asked for it hard. Lifting her up off the bed, I start ramming her again and again, using my new build to lift her and pull her toward me like she’s a rag doll. I love this strength, this power. I listen as she starts to moan louder and louder, letting the orgasm build. Unfortunately for me, I don’t last long.
She feels incredible and it’s been far too long. I pulling myself out of her, I gush, letting out months of sperm in a single blow. You don’t want to be the guy in boot camp who gets caught jerking off. You hold it. You wait for the perfect girl when you get back and until then, you just endure. I listen to her laughing as she starts pulling her shirt off.
“You got it all over me,” she smiles, shirtless on the bed.
I reach out and feel her padded breasts, wanting them. Reaching underneath the wire base, I dive under her bra and start feeling her breasts, feeling her perky, alert nipples and squeezing them until she lets out a small scream of pain. She swats at my hands, but I don’t let go. I like the scream. I want to hear her scream more. I can feel myself hardening again. I can feel myself getting ready for her again. I lean in and lick her belly
button, running my tongue all the way up to her breasts, hopping over her bra’s center and continuing up all the way to her chin. She’s giggling and I’m ready again.
I take her again. I snap off her bra and tear it off her arms, tossing it aside as I lift her up off the ground and start having her. She wraps her hands around my neck and leans back. I can see her, in the pale light slipping through the blinds, fucking her as her breasts bounce in front of me, young and full of youthful needs. I go at her again and again, laying into her and feeling the incredible power of sex. It’s something that consumes me, fills me. I decide that if I had to settle for her, that this girl would be more than adequate for me. In fact, I’d love to come home to this little sex bot every night, fuck her brains out, and listen to her bitch about people she hated. Maybe her boyfriend was an idiot. Or maybe I’m the idiot now. Either way, I’m giving it to her hard.
Eventually, I throw her back down on the bed and roll her over, squeezing both of her ass cheeks, before I run my finger up her soaked slit. Ramming my cock into her again and again, I listen to her loud screams and groans. I don’t’ care about anything now, except for getting her. I hear the door open and I see the world around us illuminate. Looking over my shoulder, I see her wide-eyed brother, staring at his naked, sexy sister. His horrified eyes stare at her jiggling breasts, mesmerized by them. Thankfully, Alice is in too much of a drunken, horny euphoria to notice that the world around her is changing. Eventually the boy’s eyes lift to mine. I’m smiling at him, still having his sister. I only stop to flip her over. She looks up at the ceiling and she starts to realize that the lights are on. I pull her up to me, fucking her like I did the first time, hard and merciless. Her brother’s eyes are still on us, but his focus has shifted to his sister who is lying out, displayed before him. I continue fucking her. She rolls her head over, seeing her brother, and I watch as her eyes grow.
“My brother,” she screams at me, trying to get me to stop. I don’t. I keep going, so close to finishing off. “Robby, go away! Get the fuck out of here!” She screams at him as I pull her thighs close and press them against my waist, unleashing everything I have inside of me into her. I go as long as I can. She’s had her orgasm this time and everything is sensitive. As I pull out of her, she lies back on the bed, caring about neither her brother nor me.
I lean over her and plant one on her cheek, tweaking her nipples with my free hand. She squirms and I grin at her. She looks at me with satisfied eyes, ignoring the fact that her brother will probably be getting off to this image for the rest of his teenage years. I’m sure he’ll turn into some pervert the older he gets, but who cares. Everyone wants to fuck a hot, tight, little teen at least once in their lives. I gather up my boxers and my pants, putting them on as she lies there on her bed, breathing heavily and closing her heavy eyelids. It’s been a long night for her. As for her brother, he just keeps lurking by the door, staring as her chest rises and falls.
When I’m dressed, I lean back over one more time, kissing her and massaging her breasts. “Any time you want to do this again, just let me know,” I whisper into her ear. When I’m done, I get up off the bed and head toward the door, looking at the young teen who sneaks away from me as I approach him. Yawning, I look at him and his bewildered eyes. “She was pretty amazing,” I tell him. “If you want to get in there, she probably won’t remember.”
I slap him on the back as I head for the door, laughing at the look on his face. He’s got a horrified expression that I’m not going to forget for a long time. I lock the door before I close it behind me, not wanting anything bad to happen to them. I stand out in the cool early morning air, taking a deep breath and looking up at the moon. That was one hell of an adventure. Fishing into my pocket, I head over to my truck, unlock it and climb inside.
On the way back to the motel I’m staying at, I can’t help but feel like a conqueror. This is what I wanted when I stepped off the plane and came home, even if I hadn’t known it then. It’s disheartening to step off of the plane and realize that there’s no one waiting for you. There were no parents eagerly holding a sign because my mother was too in love with meth to stay out of prison and my father never cared in the first place. There was no one waiting for me, so finding something to fuck was all that I really cared about when I landed.
My last foster parents hadn’t been overly thrilled to have me. They were the kind of foster parents that wanted the cute little babies, but I was decent enough that they kept me around. I did the dishes, I cleaned the house, and I did whatever they asked of me. It had been six years of a fairly decent relationship with them. They ignored me, I did what they asked, and they kept me around. Overall, I enjoyed not being an annoying piece of shit to them that they wanted to scrape off their shoes. They even came to my graduation which was much more than I expected of them. But, even all of that wasn’t enough to elicit a phone call or them showing up to greet me at the airport. As far as I knew, they’d moved on with their life, getting those little babies they wanted and keeping them for as long as they wanted to or could.
Even my friends were too busy to come see me at the airport. They had all been in class with the new semester starting and with summer still lingering, it was hard for them to pull away from other various activities that they could have been doing. I don’t blame them, or I don’t want to. I do resent them for it and that’s probably why I’d wanted to fuck Mike’s sister so badly. That and the fact that she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Hopefully by the time I see Hope again, she won’t be too prudish anymore. She’s got too incredible of a body to waste it on just the camera. That’s a body that needs to be shared and experienced. But even she had let me down.
Now I’m stuck at a motel on the outside of town. I have to ship out soon, but I’m sure that in the time I still have here, I’ll be able to get ahold of Alice again, or at least some young whore just like her. I cringe at the word. Something deep down inside of me, tucked away from the moment I stepped on the airplane heading home, it stirs and I feel a sting of guilt. What I’m doing is wrong. What I’m doing is not right. Calling these girls whores and treating them just like that. It’s not who I am. It’s not who I’ve been trained to be.
The Marines had given me purpose, a sense of identity, and a code of honor to live by. When I stepped off the bus at boot camp, it had all flooded over me. The man I was died on the steps of that bus and a new man was forced to break out of the old shell that was. There, I was forged in the crucible of pain, suffering, and guidance to be a man of honor. Honor. That’s something I had no concept of prior to my training. It was something I laughed at or thought was something antiquated from the times of the samurai and King Arthur. It was never something valuable to me or something that I would cling to or inspire within myself. It was dishonorable what I wanted to do to these girls. It was something despicable and horrid that I would just use them and toss them aside.
What about courage? The most important of the tenets that was drilled into my mind by my drill instructors. I lacked the basic courage to treat these girls right, the courage to do what was right, what was necessary to be an honorable, upstanding individual. I know that this is not the man that I should be or the man that I want to be. I want to be a man that can commit to a woman, to earn the love and affection that she can offer to me. I want to be fulfilled by something more than the meaningless sex that I crave. I know that it’s not the sex that I crave, but something more, something intimate and transcendent. I want someone to love me, to care for me, someone to depend upon me. I want to have a woman who will be waiting for me when I get off the plane. I want a woman who will answer my calls on down time and I want someone to fuck me like it’s their last time every chance we get. I don’t want to have to pick up meaningless drunk teenagers on the side of the road. I want to be everything that I know I am. I want to shrug off these base urges and become something more.
As I pull up to the motel, I know that these guilty feelings, these hateful thoughts of di
sgust with myself will pass. I’m sure that by the time I’m getting back on the plane to head out to Marine combat training, I’ll have added several more notches to my belt. Because in the end, sex is fantastic and these teen girls love to have someone who knows what they’re doing inside of them. They want someone strong who will love them like a man does. I smile as I run the magnetic strip over the lock. I’m sure there’s honor in that somewhere.
III
“After he turned eighteen, he didn’t want much to do with us,” Mr. Parker says to me, in his bathrobe, standing in the kitchen where he’s offered me a cup of black coffee. I welcome it. In the other room, his wife is attempting to get a baby back to sleep. She doesn’t seem too concerned with me or with my investigation. I can’t say I blame her. It was a mistake to have even come here in the first place. I should have known better. Mr. Parker adjusts his glasses and brings his own cup of coffee up to his lips, taking a nice long drink. “He never seemed to want to open up to us. We would try to include him, try to make a family out of our time together. He was always a bitter, angry youth. I felt sorry for him. It’s hard for kids, you know, to get over being tossed around the system like he’s been.”
“I do,” I nod to him. More than a couple of people have crossed paths with me and the jail cells that would become their permanent residence were victims of a stupid, broken system to keep the unwanted youths of this city from feeling exactly how unwanted they were. The system failed. They knew exactly what they were, an undesired caste of misfits and exiles. No amount of therapy could get that out of their heads, when your whole life is a dedicated misfortune to telling you how much you aren’t wanted. “When did he move out?”
“The weekend after his eighteenth birthday,” Mr. Parker nods, obviously remembering clearly. Who wouldn’t? People who depend on foster money are more than eager to get new kids into their homes. It’s a source of income to them. It’s not strange or disturbing, it’s just sort of weird to me. They use children as a means to pay for things in life. “He and a couple of friends of his gathered up the few things he owned and he went to live with one of them until he shipped out for the Marines. When I helped him pack up the last of his things into that truck of his, that’s when he decided to tell me he was going into the Marines. He was a troubled young man. I hope that it figured some things out for him.”
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