Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel)

by Nix, Haley

  Holding her by the hips I gave a few slow pumps, pushing my hard cock inside of her tight, little pussy, being gentle at first so she could get used to it. But soon her moaning let me know I could go harder, that I could fuck her thoroughly, bringing us both close to a perfect morning orgasm. I pushed myself deeply into her, as I reached around and clasped at her tits, giving them a little squeeze, bouncing them in my hands as I fucked her.

  Then I brought my cock all the way out, my fat tip still barely touching her lips, just barely parting them. I thrust all the way back in, one long, concentrated burst. She moaned loudly. She liked it like that, liked how I took it away from her then gave it right back when she was craving it most. It was a series of withdrawal, satisfaction and complete consummation.

  It wasn’t much longer before I was coming inside her, shooting a hot load into her tight pussy as she writhed around beneath my cock. Short, but sweet. She wanted it fast in the mornings. There simply wasn’t the time for the long, purposeful display of sensual affection. Quick and dirty, that’s how she wanted it. And I was obliged to give it to her any way she demanded it from me.

  She stood up straight and turned around to face me. I put my hand behind her neck and brought her in again for another kiss. And suddenly I was overcome with another wave of passion. We made out for several hot minutes, her hand drifting down to play with my cock, still slightly hard having just come inside her.

  We were both insatiable and we liked it that way.

  ***

  Catherine

  I felt Colt coming inside me, filling me up with the warmth of his cum. I liked when he did that, liked the feeling it gave me. Sometimes that feeling alone would touch off my own orgasm, a hot-liquid catalyst for a pleasure that shook my body, spreading from my core like wild-fire. Complete sexual release. That’s what we were after.

  My heart raced when I was with him, and I moaned to let him know I was coming, too. Clenching my pussy as he took his final strokes inside of me. I turned around and he kissed me. I would stay here all morning, all day if he wanted to. I played with that big cock of his. Maybe it’s weird, but I like how it felt just after sex, slightly softer but still big and stiff. I jerked at him as we made out in the steam of our morning shower.

  I stood there as he lathered me up, washing my body as I worked shampoo into my hair. I could feel his cum dripping out of my pussy, and I sighed at the pleasure of all these sensual effects that enveloped me right now: Colt’s cum, the hot water on my skin, his hand working from my breasts down to my ass, giving me a soapy slap.

  Oh, how I wanted to stay here with him! It was such a cold, shuddering shock to have to go from this to the boring realities of the world outside. Such a harsh juxtaposition of sexual bliss and the demands of routine: errands, bills, work.

  But having Colt there made life easier to deal with. He had a habit of showing up at the bar a few hours before the end of my shift, content to sit there watching the tail-end of whatever game was on the big screen, having a few drinks while he waited to take me home. Sometimes it was busy, and we didn’t really get a chance to talk. But I think he was content just to be near me.

  Of course, sometimes Tyson and Garrett joined him, too. Those were more raucous nights. I think that Mike, my boss, was a bit wary of them. But they were all good tippers, so he didn’t really have cause to say anything. I liked life right now. Despite some elements of boring routine, there was a certain easiness to its movements. I wondered if that would change once school was thrown back into the mix.

  I toweled off as I thought about all this. I must have been quiet for a while because Colt asked me what was on my mind.

  “Oh, nothing,” I said.

  “You looked like you were thinking about something.”

  “Just classes. Still need to sign up for classes.”

  I spent the rest of the day taking care of mundane tasks, simple chores that had to be done. Colt and I went grocery shopping and afterwards I made lunch. Over sandwiches, we discussed what classes I would be taking. I signed up on the registrar’s website. Intermediate Bio and an Anatomy class. I wanted to take Physiology, but three classes would have been too much. As it was, two classes would come to over $5000. That was already a pretty substantial bill to take care of.

  I made a note to go down to the Registrar to pay before the week was up, still not knowing exactly how I’d get the money. I was cutting it close, and depending on how tips were this week, I might need to take out that damn loan.

  Colt dropped me off at the bar around 3:45 PM. I walked inside the dimly lit place. It would be hours before we had any serious number of customers. Weeknights were always the worst, the time went by slowly and the tips were minimal at best. But let’s face it, every little bit helped. I had to take on any shift I could get.

  I stood behind the bar, cleaning the wooden surface with a wet rag. I sighed. In a few hours Colt would come by, order a few drinks and spend the last hours of my shift with me. That at least was something to look forward to.

  Chapter Three

  Colton

  After dropping off Cat, I drove over to the University. I didn’t know exactly where the Registrar’s Office was, but I figured I could find it quickly enough. Unfortunately, I was working against a bit of a deadline, seeing as how the office closed around 5 PM.

  As I drove through campus, I came across a man in a tweed jacket walking down one of the sidewalks. He looked like he must be a professor, so I slowed down the car and waved him over to get some directions. The Registrar was about 500 yards ahead, around a bend in the road. Couldn’t miss it. I thanked him and continued on my way.

  The campus was nearly empty since classes hadn’t started yet. This meant there were plenty of open spaces outside the Registrar’s Office. I parked and went inside, finding a pleasant, middle-aged woman behind the desk.

  “Can I help you?” she asked cheerfully, putting down the book she’d been reading.

  “I sure hope so. I’m looking to pay for classes for this upcoming semester.”

  “OK, what classes do you want to sign up for?”

  “Well, it’s not actually for me. The name is Cat, I mean Catherine Simmons. She signed up online earlier today, but she hasn’t paid yet,” I said, pulling out my wallet.

  “Alright,” said the woman. “Is that Katherine with a ‘K’ or Catherine with a ‘C’?”

  “With a ‘C.’”

  “OK, just one second please while I pull up her info. Alright then, I see her down for Intermediate Biology and an introductory Anatomy class. Is that correct?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “OK, so that’s going to come to $5065. That’s $2500 for each class plus an administration fee of $65,” said the woman.

  “Can I pay for three classes actually?”

  “Of course. What will the third class be?”

  “I’m not sure yet. But can I pay now and she can sign up for the third course online?” I asked.

  “Sure, we can do that. You’ll just pay for the credits now, and it will forward an e-mail to Cat’s account and she can sign up for the additional class. So the new total will be $7565. How would you like to pay?”

  “Can I used a credit card?”

  “No, I’m sorry. Check, debit, or cash.”

  “Alright, debit then,” I said, pulling another card out of my wallet to hand it to her.

  I thanked the woman for her helpfulness and walked out of the warm office back to the car in the parking lot. I sat there for a little while, thinking about things. I didn’t know how Cat would react to what I’d just done. I kept mulling it over, playing out the conversation in my head. Would she be angry that I’d gone behind her back? Would she think I was pressuring her?

  Of course I didn’t mean it that way. I simply wanted her to have the freedom to go after her goals next semester. And maybe there was a bit of a selfish element as well. I knew that work and class would steal her attention away from me. But without a tuition bill to worr
y about, maybe she could afford to take some time off at the bar.

  That would be nice, wouldn’t it? Home-cooked food, nightly dinners together, pleasant evenings spent watching movies and romping in the bedroom. That sounded like the perfect life. I hoped Cat would agree. If she could understand that, then she could forgive the secretive way I’d gone about things. Only time would tell. I shifted the car into gear and headed back to the apartment. It was still awhile before I’d make my way over to the bar, my nightly routine of keeping Cat company while she worked.

  ***

  Catherine

  Around 10 PM, I was relieved to see Colt walk in through the doors of the bar. My night thus far has been steeped in absolute boredom. As it stood, even at this hour there were only about ten people in the bar, mostly huddled around tables, drinking and talking in pairs or small groups. No one was sitting at the bar counter.

  I didn’t know what to blame the slow night on. I guess it was a combination of it being a week night and that there were no significant sporting events being aired on television. Even the dinner time and happy hour crowds had been slow. Either way, the end result was that it had been a poor tip night, even by weekday standards.

  As soon as Colt walked in, I poured a pint of Budweiser and set it down at the end of the bar, his usual spot.

  “I’m so glad to see you,” I said with exaggerated exasperation. “I’m dying of boredom here.”

  “Yeah, it’s dead in here,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “Think you might close it down early?”

  “I’m gonna try. If we don’t have more than twenty people in here by eleven o’clock I’ll probably start getting ready to close.”

  “Good.”

  It was nice having him come by the bar, and on nights like this it certainly gave me a distraction. Tending bar is one of those jobs where if you’re not busy, there’s no point in being there. You get paid to be busy, so when it’s slow, it feels like a gigantic waste of time. If there had been another bartender on staff, I would have asked them to cover for me and slipped out early. But the other girl scheduled tonight had called in, so I was the only one working.

  The next hour passed a bit faster than before now that I had Colt around to talk to. Some more customers walked in, and for a small stretch of time it looked like things were picking up. But soon they started heading out just as fast as they’d come in. By around 11:30, there were only a handful of people left sitting at a table away from the bar.

  I couldn’t exactly kick them out, unfortunately. Instead I settled for turning on the lights and announcing last call. Technically, last call was supposed to be at least 12:00 AM on weeknights, later if it was busier, but I didn’t see the harm in closing a bit early. Besides, these people looked to be on their way out sooner rather than later anyway. Instead of getting another drink, they came up and settled their tabs and headed out the door.

  Colt went outside to warm up the car while I tidied up the bar and counted the cash in the register. Fifteen minutes later I was locking the back door, happy to be running through the frosty parking lot to the comfort of the heated car.

  ***

  Colton

  When Cat got inside I almost blurted it out right then, almost told her about the Vegas money and the tuition payment I’d made earlier at the Registrar’s Office. I felt slightly guilty about keeping it from her at this point. It’s not that I think I did anything wrong, but I felt bad about not telling her first. Maybe it was something I should have discussed with her beforehand.

  No, I thought. That would never have worked. Cat was too proud, she wouldn’t have accepted the money otherwise. Still, I had to figure out a way to tell her, one that would show her that I’d done it because I cared about her, that I’d done it so she could focus on her studies, and so that we could spend our finite time together. But the best way to tell her these things eluded me right now. I was never very eloquent with my words. I still needed to mull it over for a while.

  So instead we drove through the night in silence, tired and content to be heading home to the apartment we shared. Once we were home it was straight to bed, sex and sleep. It seemed to be all we could handle at the end of a long night. But I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  Chapter Four

  Catherine

  The next morning I woke up feeling sore from the hot sex of the night before. It was our typical routine carried to a passionate extreme, climactic and cathartic sex that had us both lost in a whirlwind of lust and fury. I yawned, looking over beside me at Colt laying there asleep. I had half a mind to wake him up and give it another go. That was his effect on me: making me sexually insatiable. The more he fucked me, the more I wanted to be fucked.

  But there were things to do today. I needed to go to campus and pay for classes. I might as well get that out of the way now, so Colt and I could spend some quality time together before I had to go into work. I threw on some clothes, opting to skip a shower and breakfast for the time being. I figured I would stop at Starbucks for a coffee on my way in to the campus.

  I arrived about thirty minutes after the Registrar’s Office had opened, a hot cup of coffee in hand. I figured getting in early would make this a quick and relatively painless process. That was good, since I usually hated these types of administrative errands.

  I walked into the building, shocked by the difference in temperature between the inside and the chilly weather outdoors. A woman sat behind the desk, reading a book. When she noticed someone had walked in she looked up and smiled warmly at me.

  “Can I help you?”

  “Yes, just coming by to pay tuition.”

  “What’s the name?”

  “Catherine Simmons. I’m taking two courses this semester, if that helps.”

  “Just a second, let me pull your file up.”

  I waited patiently as the woman tapped away at the computer.

  “Simmons. Simmons, Catherine. With a “C”, correct?” she asked, looking up inquisitively.

  “Yes.”

  “OK, let’s see here. Alright, looks like you’re all set.”

  “All set?”

  “Yep, you’re all taken care of.”

  “What do you mean? I haven’t paid yet,” I said, pulling my wallet out of my purse.

  The woman looked slightly confused. She looked down at her computer screen as if to verify something.

  “Nope, says right here you’re all paid up,” she said, giving me the same smile.

  “There must be a mistake. I mean, I’m not one to turn down free tuition, but I definitely haven’t paid yet.”

  “It says you’re paid up. Let me check and see if we have the receipt, or a copy of the check or debit card number or something.”

  I watched as the woman scrolled through the computer system, clicking now and again before finally coming upon the sought after information.

  “Alright. Says right here paid by a Colton Bradley.”

  “Huh?” I said.

  Obviously, I recognized the name, but I was shell-shocked. What was going on here?

  “Ahh yes, now I remember. Handsome young man came in here yesterday and paid. Tall, short with his words. Is he your husband?”

  “No,” I said. “Boyfriend.”

  Though I had to admit, husband had a nice ring to it.

  “Now, I should actually tell you he paid for three courses, so you need to go online and select another one. You should have gotten an email actually. Did you get an email?”

  “No. Or, I don’t know, actually. I haven’t checked,” I said.

  “Well, be on the lookout for that. There’s a link in it that will take you right to the place you need to go. If you don’t receive that by, say, noon today, give us a call and we’ll figure out what the problem is.”

  “Alright,” I said.

  There was no point in arguing with her. She seemed to have all the documentation to back it up. But why did Colt do this? And when had he found the time? I didn’t mean it in an accusat
ory way, I genuinely wanted to know. And where had he gotten all that cash? $7500 just like that? I walked back out to the parking lot wondering about this. Obviously, we needed to discuss what had happened. I started up the car and headed back to the apartment, nervous at the prospect of the confrontation that lay ahead.

  Chapter Five

  Catherine

  I walked in to find Colt over the stove cooking breakfast. I had to laugh; he looked so helpless just trying to make some simple scrambled eggs. I nudged him out of the way and set to work, giving him a smile. But inside I was wondering how I should bring up what was on my mind. And not just how, but when.

  A little while later, as we sat down to breakfast at the dining room table, I decided to just go for it right then and there. It was pointless to let this dark cloud hang over things between us, better just to get the issue out in the open so we could deal with it.

  “So, I just came back from the Registrar’s Office…” I said, looking directly at him to sense a change in composure.

  I saw the subtlest change in his complexion, a slight tensing that told it all. Colt just sipped his coffee, not saying anything, but looking guilty as all get out.

  “What’s going on?” I asked. “They told me you paid for my classes.”

  “I did,” he said calmly and quietly, looking down at the black coffee in his mug.

  “And you don’t think that deserves some sort of explanation?”

  Colt sighed, putting the mug down and looking me in the eye.

  “I was trying to do you a favor, Cat. And I was planning to tell you. I didn’t know you’d be headed to the Registrar today,” he said, his face solemn, but sincere.

  “I can’t let you do that. It’s not fair, let me pay you back.”