For Love or Country

by Jesse Jordan

  I laugh and pat her hand. “No, it's that you're so beautiful that you make my head spin.”

  “Flatterer. So I was thinking....” she says, then shakes her head. “Never mind. This is your weekend.”

  I stop, we're just inside the doors of the mess hall, and turn, taking both of her hands. “What, Ash?”

  She steps closer, and we're on the limits of what's allowed even if we're in the relaxed rules of a social setting, and whispers in my ear. “After this dinner... instead of the hop, I want to sign out on leave immediately. Forget dancing, I want to spend as much of the weekend with you I can.”

  I smile and nod, and look around at the mess hall. “For sure. I can skip one Ike Hall dance. Come on, let's have dinner, and get out of here.”

  We’re sharing our table with Cara, whose date tonight is her brother. I give Ashley a glance to measure her expression, and she leans over. “We'll talk about it later.”

  “Okay,” I whisper back, then offer my hand across the table. “Hi, Simon Lancaster. Cara's never told me your name, sorry.”

  “Nate,” Cara's brother says, shaking. He shakes hands with Ashley as well, then looks around. “This is my first time in here. I'm glad Cara agreed when I begged to be her date.”

  “You begged to be her date?” Ashley asks, a little surprised. “No offense... why?”

  “I got in, and Nate....” Cara says, then shuts up. Nate though smiles and pats Cara on the back.

  “What my sister is too shy to say is that I wanted to come, but I couldn't pass the physical. Nothing major, but I've got a liver issue. So Cara gets to do the cool stuff, while I go to Julliard.”

  “Still, Juliard... damn Cara, are you that musically talented too?” I ask, and for the first time in the time I've known her, Cara King blushes.

  “I'm not in the music program,” Nate says, “I'm in the drama program, with some cross training with dance. And yes, don't let her fool you, she's a tremendous dancer. Did ballet up until her senior year of high school.”

  I look at Cara with newfound respect as she turns pink, but then laughs under her breath. “You two let that out and I'm taking you out Simon with an arm bar, and Tammy's going to put Ashley in a Twister.”

  “Your secret's safe with us,” I reassure her. Pretty soon the rest of the table fills up, and we sit down. Dinner's good, the Academy really splurged for Ring Weekend this year, the Alumni must have ponied up money or something. Conversation is fun, and as we wrap up, I notice that Cara's checking her watch when she stands up, grabbing her hat. “You okay?”

  “Kinda want to sign out on leave,” she whispers, leaning over. “Nate's going back to NYC, and I'm.... I'm going off with someone else.”

  “Enjoy it,” I reassure her. “We're doing the same thing.”

  “I promised Nate one dance at the hop, then I'll be out after that. You two have a good weekend, okay?”

  Ashley

  I'm nearly skipping as Simon and I head back towards the barracks, where he lets go of my arm reluctantly. “Okay, I'll go change. Uh, do you want me to get my car and meet you back here, or do you want to walk up with me to the lot?”

  “We'll go together,” I reassure him, smiling. “I like walking with my boyfriend, you know. And I've never seen you in jeans before anyway.”

  “I've taken leave before,” Simon laughs, “you had to have caught me in civvies at least once last year.”

  I shake my head, smiling. “Nope. You somehow even managed to duck out on Spring Break and even heading off to CTLT without me seeing you in civvies. It'll be a nice gift.”

  Simon smiles heads back to his room while I rush down the hall. I packed my backpack earlier, it's only got a change of clothes and some toiletries, but I am surprised when I see that Tammy's also in civilian clothes, chewing her lip and looking out on the area. “Hey, you're taking leave too?”

  “Hmm?” she says, turning. She's not as shy as she used to be, but still she's nowhere near the social butterfly. “Uh, yeah. Was going to head out pretty soon. Thought I'd stick around and say have a good weekend.”

  I close the door to our room and take off my dress mess, taking a few extra moments to hang it up. When I strip down all the way and take out my recent mail order purchase, a lacy set of lingerie I ordered from Victoria's Secret, Tammy whistles. “Damn, his head's going to explode when he sees you in that.”

  “Kinda what I was hoping for,” I laugh as I pull on my jeans and a blouse that I picked up during summer leave. “What about you, you rocking a thong under those shorts?”

  Tammy blushes deeply, and I turn, smiling as I unpin my bun and let my hair drop over my shoulders before brushing it out. “Much better. But seriously, Tammy. Have a good weekend, with... well, whoever. And she was checking her watch, she said she promised her brother one dance.”

  “Thanks. Hey, you play it safe. No glove, no love, got me?” she shoots back, smiling.

  “Everyone's a safety officer!” I tease with the old sarcastic reply, and grab my backpack. Simon's waiting for me by his room, and to say he's handsome as he leans against the wall is an understatement. He's wearing a casual but still nicely fitting checkered button down, black slacks, and instead of Nikes like I expected, he's rocking some Timberland boots, a little off the height of fashion but still, they fit what I think of as ‘Simon Lancaster.’

  “Ready?” he asks, holding out his hand. “Oh, wait, you gotta sign out.”

  I hand him my bag and run down the walkway to the company CQ desk, where I sign out on leave and run back. I see Cara coming out of her room as I do, and she's changed as well. I give her a nod. “You guys have fun.”

  “Thanks,” Cara says, and I run back to Simon, who reaches out and takes my hand. We're not in uniform, it's okay now. As we walk, I feel something strange, or maybe I guess a lack of something I expected.

  “Where's your class ring?” I ask, looking down at his left hand. “Wearing it right handed?”

  He holds up his right hand and I see there's nothing there, and I'm confused. Simon smiles and pulls me close, we're on the upper level of cadet area, and while it's not quite safe, we kiss, the thrill nice. “I put it away,” Simon says as he lets me go. “This weekend, from this moment, it's not about the Academy, or the Army, or anything like that. I want to spend time with the woman I... shit.”

  “What?” I ask, slightly surprised. “The woman you shit?”

  Simon shakes his head, and growls under his breath in frustration. “No. I was going to save this for later, but... Ashley, you're special to me. Like, I've never felt this way about a woman before.”

  I take his hand, and place it on my chest, above my heart. “You're special to me too, Simon. And I like your idea, so let's just go be Ashley and Simon for a little while. Leave USMA behind.”

  It's not a five star hotel room, we didn't want to waste money on some spot in New York City when we knew that we wouldn't be leaving the hotel room for the most part, but the Overlook Lodge is still beautiful, with a view from our second floor window that overlooks Hessian Lake and a lot of the Bear Mountain State Park. It's with a little regret that I close the curtains, but I know we've got the time to look around later tomorrow.

  Tonight is about something that's been building between Simon and I for months, something that we both have burning in our bellies in every word, every conversation we have. I've already unbuttoned my jeans, and my back is turned to him as I unbutton my blouse, leaving it on but open. “Ready?”

  “Yes,” he rasps from the bed, which I am happy is huge, bigger than a king size. He's been taking off his clothes too, and when I turn around, my mouth goes dry, he's wearing just a pair of black boxers as he reclines on bed. Next to him, on the nightstand, are the condoms and lube, we made sure we were clear on that. “I.... I don't have words.”

  “Me too,” I whisper, stepping forward and letting my blouse fall from my shoulders. “I... I kinda feel like back when I was a virgin again.”

  Simon nods, and g
ets up, knee walking towards me until he's in the middle of the mattress. “Would you believe, it's been over a year for me?”

  “Me too,” I reply, getting on the bed and kneeling in front of him. His eyes flicker down to my breasts and I bite my lip. “You can do more than look now. You've felt them enough out on Flirty or in the woods.”

  My little joke breaks Simon's hesitancy, and he leans forward, kissing me. He's a great kisser, and as his lips suck and nibble on my neck, I let him push me back onto the mattress, washed over with the pleasure of having his skin pressed against mine. For long, wonderful minutes we nibble and kiss each other, just happy with the feeling of skin on skin contact.

  “You're beautiful,” Simon whispers in my ear, sitting up some. “Truly... beautiful.”

  “You let me feel beautiful,” I reply, reaching up and stroking his chest. In a little spurt of fun, I tweak his nipple, and he hisses, smiling. “Like that?”

  “Only if I get to return the favor,” Simon growls, reaching for the clasp on the front of my bra. “This is sexy, and silky, and all sorts of words that I can't think of right now, but....”

  He undoes the clasp and frees my breasts, his words cut off. I feel something between my legs and look down, my eyes going wide as I sit back, shocked. “Wait.... whoa there, what is that?”

  Simon looks down, and realizes that his cock is sticking out the fly of his boxers. Even with the bit hidden by the fabric, he's huge, easily nine inches or more, and thick. Good God, no wonder he wears extra support when he exercises. “Uh....”

  Getting over my initial shock I turn over onto my hands and knees, and lick the tip of his cock, silencing him again as I slide him into my mouth, humming happily as the spongy, thick head drags over my tongue. I've always been a bit of a size queen, and in Simon I've got the biggest, most perfect cock I've ever seen in person or even on video, and my pussy flows with juices as I suck him as deep as I can, until he bumps into the back of my throat. Still, I can wrap my entire left hand around his shaft as I pull back, and suck him again, this time Simon putting his hands in my hair and moaning thickly. “That's it... oh fuck you suck so good....”

  I pull off of his cock and smile at him naughtily, licking my lips. “I'm just getting started. After I suck your cock, you're going to fuck me with this thing properly, right?”

  Simon, recovering a little of his cockiness, grins, his eyes sparkling. “You have no idea how hard you're going to come.”

  “And you have no idea who you've lucked into,” I tease back, running my tongue around the edge of the head of his cock again before swallowing it. He's stretching my mouth, but I don't stop, sucking him deeper again, ignoring him when his hands pause but suck another inch into my mouth before drawing back and then sucking deeper, pushing myself even as the thick, hot shaft of his cock starts to block my throat until my nose pushes against the black cotton of his shorts and I swallow, massaging his cock with my throat as Simon gasps and groans at the feeling. Letting him out, I suck and pump his cock, letting Simon start to thrust and fuck my mouth. Reaching inside his boxers, I find his heavy, egg shaped balls and roll them, pulling on the sack a little to stop him from coming so quickly.

  Simon moans and fucks my mouth harder, and I stop trying to suck, and instead hold still and let him do what he wants. His cock is thick and heavy, and even though I love it, I'm gagging at the same time, but I don't want him to stop. I want it to last for hours, but Simon's not lying, it has been a long time for him, and his cock swells, and I pull back, until just the head is in my mouth when he groans, and my tongue is coated in the sweet-salty creamy taste of his come. It's thick, and never seems to stop, making me moan it's so fucking good.

  When he finally pulls back and his cock slips out of his mouth, I look up at him and show him my full mouth before swallowing it all, grinning. “I guess I should have told you, I'm a bit of a size queen with an oral fetish. The things they teach you in regular schools, huh?”

  Simon laughs shakily, and scoots back, his eyes still blinking at what just happened. “Well, you showed me something I've never had before. I hope I can return the favor.”

  “Just go slow, and I'm sure you will,” I reply, humming and laying back. “For now though... how about some cuddles? You're not one of those type, are you?”

  “I love cuddles,” Simon laughs in reply, laying out and pulling me close next to him. “I don't get to cuddle enough, quite frankly. Damn roommates never seem to want to cuddle.”

  I giggle, the image of Simon cuddling with one of the guys he's roomed with absolutely ridiculous, and snuggle into his arms, exchanging kisses with him. My body's humming, the desire to feel him inside me nearly overwhelming, but there's still time, plenty of time.

  “So,” I ask between little kisses, “just what were your plans for the rest of the weekend, now that you got me?”

  “To keep you right here, order room service, or if we get bored try one of the on-site restaurants,” Simon chuckles. “I'm thinking clothing totally optional for the next day and a half.”

  “Aww,” I tease, wiggling a little. “I bought these panties just to entice you.”

  “And they are sexy as I could ever imagine,” he replies, cupping my satin covered butt and squeezing, “but it's not the panties that are sexy. It's the woman inside them. And I knew you were a remarkable woman from the first day I saw you.”

  “I noticed you too,” I purr, stroking his back, enjoying the muscles that are strong without being showy, pretentious. “Mainly because you were the only one not screaming at us.”

  “I always hated that kind of 'leadership,'” Simon says, shaking his head. “It always came off as jerks playacting because they aren't really sure of who and what they are. Besides, you weren't some pimply faced teen right out of high school, there's no need to treat you like a child.”

  “Oh, I don't know about that,” I murmur, kissing his neck and along his ears, licking the lobe, “sometimes I like to be babied.”

  We continue to just caress and bond, taking our time, until I feel something stir against my thigh, and I grin, reaching down and stroking the shaft of his cock. “Someone seems to have caught his breath.”

  “He is. Time for him to suit up?” Simon asks, and I nod. He rolls onto his back, grabbing the condom and lube, something I realize why now that I've seen the monster he's got. At first when he put it on the table I thought maybe he wanted my ass, which I'm not opposed to, but there's no way he's getting that thing in my ass without a lot of preparation. A lot, like hours and weeks of preparation.

  “You know, you're a little intimidating with this,” I tease as I pump his cock, smiling as it grows to it's full impressive size again. On a whim, I try and wrap both hands around it, and do it easily, with even the head of his cock sticking out the top. “I may be too tight for such a beast.”

  Simon growls and laughs, moaning lightly when I pump his cock slowly. “I have never, ever had a woman totally swallow me, and now you say you're too tight? Well, if that's the case I'm going to have to use my tongue on you, although I think that's something I'd like more later.”

  “More than just a giant cock,” I smile, taking my hands off his cock and laying back, pulling my panties off. “You are a keeper.”

  I watch, the anticipation building inside me as Simon rolls the condom down his cock, which even though it's one of those special large sizes still strains as he gets it on before he squirts lube into his hand and strokes himself until the latex is glistening, almost sexually, erotically alien. The whole time, I rub at my pussy lips, not needing any more heat but still I can't help it, I've been wanting him for so long now.

  Simon finishes and gets to his knees, lifting my right leg and straddling my left, his cock already nudging open the lips of my pussy. “Is this a good position for you?”

  I half turn, wiggling onto my side and letting his cock spread me open a little more, and nod. “This is wonderful. And Simon?”

  “Yes, beautiful?” he ask
s, stopping as he starts to push, pausing a little nervously. “What is it?”

  “Once I'm open... I like it a little athletic,” I purr, smiling. “You promised me something I've never seen. I'll hold you to that.”

  “Challenge accepted,” Simon hums, pushing in more. I know how big he is, but still it takes my breath away as he stretches me, his cock rubbing my pussy in ways I've never felt before. He's not even a quarter of the way in, but I'm trembling, the head of his cock rubbing against my g-spot with every short stroke.

  “Uh, yesssss,” I gasp as I feel him slide in deeper, loving it. My pussy is filled, stretched almost beyond anything I've ever done before, and I love it, my eyes rolling back when he reaches around my body and kneads my breast, pinching the nipple and sending sparks through my stomach to mix with the hot, liquid churning below my waist. “More.....”

  Simon pauses, and I look back over my shoulder, lust addled, but understanding. I nod, and Simon swallows. He takes a deep breath and thrusts hard, and the pain and pleasure of his cock sinking all the way until I'm speared on him makes me cry out in ecstasy. This is what I love, this line where I'm feeling everything, the nerves in my pussy crying out with everything they have, and I know that I have to have Simon more, I don't care what it takes.

  He pauses, letting me adjust and let the pain drop down a little before he pulls back and thrusts again, and I'm nearly coming already, my stomach clenching as Simon begins thrusting faster, pushing deep inside with every movement. I can't help it, my pussy squeezes and I moan, coming around his cock. I've never come this fast before, it's amazing, but even more as Simon doesn't stop, his hips driving his wonderful cock again and again into me. My already on fire body is blasted by the pleasure, my mind caught up and I'm crying out, not in pain but in amazing pleasure, begging Simon to give me everything.

  Simon adjusts, sliding his leg off of me and pushing my other leg up, a full missionary as he hammers into me, my stretched and filled pussy shocked at the change in angle. It feels different, and a new wave of heat builds inside me as he looks into my eyes, kissing me while his hips pound me into submission. I've almost always been the 'leader' in bed with a man, one suck of his cock and I've had men begging me, but Simon's different. Respectful, yes, but unrelenting, taking me as his, nearly animal in his hard thrusts, but just on that line where it becomes too much.