by Selena Kitt
He continued to watch as she walked to her car and opened the door. She turned and looked back at him, and he stood in the doorway, wanting her to see him, to know he was watching, to know he wanted her.
It might take him a while, but he intended to have petite body naked in his bed, writhing under him. He wanted to take her every way possible. For a prize like this sweet and petite yuppie public relations executive, he would force himself to be patient.
Closing the door to his apartment as the blue Audi pulled away made it seem claustrophobic. He refilled his drink and walked through the open glass doors out to the patio where the ethereal sound of feminine voices wafting from the pool reached his ears again. Yes, he’d be patient with Tina, but that didn’t mean sitting in his empty apartment alone. . It certainly did not mean he intended to stay home or remain celibate. It was time to find out if his new home was a fertile ground for pursuing desirable women.
Besides the public relations work the Army had lined up, the seemingly endless events that Tina arranged into boxes on a schedule, the doctors had made it clear that Trevor’s real assignment was rehabilitation. If he wanted to get back on active duty, he’d have to pass a physical. Until he completed the rehab work, he couldn’t even take the physical. He was good with all that. At the urging of the therapist he’d bought a tennis ball and he carried it around, squeezing it to rebuild the muscle.
His real worry was the shrinks. As the hospital chaplain had warned him, he had to undergo an evaluation to see if his trauma had resulted in any head problems. Given that the Army was lousy with mental cases who’d never been to war, he had no idea what sort of things they might be looking for. What the hell would make them feel a man wasn’t fit to go back to active duty? Hell, if they found something, did it matter whether it was caused by the trauma of combat or was just part of who he’d been all along? How could they tell? And what sorts of things made you unqualified to kill people anyway? There didn’t seem to be any standards and dealing with people on a case-by-case basis wasn’t not the Army’s forte. No, the excelled at mass movements of troops and materials, standardized clothing and weapons, and cookie cutter policies. From his experience, standing out from the crowd was a cardinal sin. Now he’d done that; he’d survived combat, and for that he needed some strange form of absolution.
It was a lot of fuss about nothing. Trevor was a soldier and he liked being one. He tightened his stomach muscles and set his mind to his goal. He’d jump through their hoops and be a good boy. Once they decided he wasn’t gaga, he’d volunteer to go back to the only place he could apply his particular skills usefully—combat. Not that he wanted to fight and kiss,but he needed Any life had dull parts, unavoidable tedium but the front lines had a lot less of that and a lot more action. The formal and social aspects of military life confounded and irritated him. If he’d been good at them, hadn’t minded them, he’d be a major, not still a captain.
So, while he ticked off the necessary boxes to get reinstated he’d focus his attention on satisfying the one need that he couldn’t address in combat—women. He hadn’t been laid in far too long. Now that no one was trying to kill him and he wasn’t sedated, the desire for a woman had risen up powerfully; satisfying that desire ranked well above almost everything else on his priority list. Tina was a challenge to savor—in the meantime he needed to find easier conquests. Finding willing and eager women to bed would make going through the motions during the day that much easier. Unfortunately the Army had a oddly prudish streak that meant you couldn’t just put in a request chit for a sexy woman. For that he was on his own.
The Major, his pilot, was an interesting possibility. He’d liked the look of her and her flip attitude suggested she’d be hot, but pursuing a woman like that was a bad idea. She knew where to find him. Because she was a senior officer he would wait for her to give him a sign, permission to come on to her. At best, if she was interested, it was a maybe, and in the future.
Amid these thoughts, immediate siren call of soft and musical (at least to his ears) female voices drifted in through the open patio doors from the pool area. They proved a potent force that he saw no intelligent reason to resist. Following the sound would lead him to women, and that was a start. There were no guarantees he’d find anyone suitable or desirable, but that was the nature of reconnaissance. You stuck your head out and took a look, and hoped to hell you didn’t lose it—your head, that is.
He grabbed his duffle, which held everything he owned, and most of it brand new, and carried it into the bedroom. He dug in for his swim suit and changed into it, then wandered outside to see what there was to see. Happily he saw two lovely female bodies in bikinis stretched out in lounge chairs near the pool. They glanced at him, their faces hidden by sunglasses. He gave their long, tanned legs an appreciative and lingering look that the closest one noticed. He turned away and dove into the pool, enjoying the refreshing shock of the cool water. When he broke the surface he completed the short distance to the far end of the pool, gobbling it up in powerful strokes. At the far end, he turned and swam back. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through his left arm—the damaged one. He came to a stop, resting with his arms on the side of the pool, his chin on his hands. Looking at the women distracted him as the pain eased. He had a nice view of their bodies, and when he ran his gaze up their legs, saw the sweet and desirable mound of their sex, barely hidden by the thin fabric. His desire made his pulse pound more than his brief swim had.
The one closest, whose short red hair sparkled when she moved her head, raised her sunglasses and returned his look; her eyes locked on his face. “What have we here? Art thou a visiting pilgrim?”
He laughed. “Trevor, not Art, and I am a transient. I probably won’t be here for Thanksgiving.”
“How transient? Well into tomorrow, or beyond?”
Her banter appealed to him as much as her body did. “I haven’t been told. I only know I’m moving in for a time that will possibly be defined later. Of course the meaning of ‘later’ will quite possibly redefined several times with no one definition based any more on fact than any other.”
The blonde seemed far less interested in him or his arrival. “He’s very new or he wouldn’t talk like that.”
“Yes. I arrived a few minutes ago. I’m just learning the local language.”
“And in the Army.” The redhead intensified her stare, making it a close scrutiny. “Get out of the pool so I can see you, soldier.”
He climbed out and stood there for her inspection, noting that she took her time looking him over. “Do I pass muster?”
She let her eyes linger on his crotch. “I’m willing to accept your residency for the moment. I think it might provide an improvement in the local ambiance. Maybe property values will go up if only briefly.”
“Frieda!”
The redhead laughed. “You’ll have to excuse Dorothy. She’s a schoolteacher. Not that being a teacher is a bad thing, but the pay sucks and it’s summer. She gets cranky if she doesn’t get to scold people several times a day. I help her out by misbehaving horridly.” She smiled. “But then I misbehave all the time and she doesn’t enjoy repeat offenders.”
The way she volunteered that point made her seem very interesting. “Which begs the question, Frieda. Do you? Misbehave?”
She licked her lips. “Oh yes, I’ve been known to.”
The sparkle in her eyes suggested she didn’t exaggerate. “And does anyone care about your bad behavior, other than Dorothy?”
An infectious grin captured her face. “Well, mister soldier person, I think the answer you are looking for is that I am a happily divorced person. And you?”
“I’ve never indulged in matrimony. I’ve found the Army to be a jealous mistress.”
“Ah, a soldier who is playing the field? Or perhaps the pool, in this case.”
“Well, recently I’ve been too busy dodging bullets for that, and not successfully enough.”
The redhead focused on the scars on his chest. “W
ould you be the hero we read about?”
“I have no idea what you read. They tell me I am one—that’s the title they are trying to hang on me. We’ll see if it sticks.”
Dorothy sat up. “So you’re the Captain Courageous I heard was being honored at some reception on the base tonight? It is supposed to be quite a deal.”
“Captain Trevor Foster, at your service. And I’ve been told that I’m being honored, but I think you two know more about what’s going on than I do. For all I know they might pelt me with garbage when I walk in the door.”
He watched Frieda trying to picture it. “That’s quite unlikely. The Army doesn’t want it known that they have any garbage. All we hear about what happens on the base is that it brings civilian jobs, and probably stops global warming and cures cancer.”
“Making it out as an unmitigated good might be slightly over the top, I’d agree, but we can be convenient if you need anyone killed. As for this gala, I’ll let you know if that’s how it works out when and if I survive it.”
Frieda stretched her arms. “So you are moving into apartment 36?”
He grinned. “I think that’s the one.”
“Then that perky little teenager with the sculpted black hair belongs to you?”
That she was paying attention to such things was a good sign. “Not at all. That is Tina Clarke. She rented the apartment and set it up for me, after a fashion, but alas, she is merely the public relations person assigned to me by the Army and has the unenviable job of seeing that I don’t embarrass the Army in public.”
“The Army had her set up an apartment for you? That’s service.”
He laughed. “They knew I was arriving here with absolutely nothing. I bought new uniforms while I was in the hospital, but don’t own another blessed thing. She made sure it had linens and food and furniture, maybe. I don’t even know if the apartment was rented furnished.”
“And it comes with your own teenager.”
“I’m afraid she is day labor. She has a husband she has gone home to and many other boring qualities.”
Frieda smiled delightedly. “Do you need any help getting settled in?”
Frieda’s question caused Dorothy to flop back on her chair, groaning loudly.
“I’ll admit that it has been some time since I had to deal with anything domestic and I don’t even know if my apartment has everything it should. It seems to be well equipped though but I’d consider it rather neighborly if you were to come over and help me determine if the scotch the general left for me is any good and give me your appraisal of the situation.”
Dorothy waved a hand. “I’ll lie here. I have something important to do, and if I lie her long enough I’m sure I’ll figure out what it is. Then I might even do it.”
Frieda swung her long legs around, put her feet on the ground and sat up. “Well, I’m starting to burn, so going inside sounds lovely.” She stood slowly, deliberately giving Trevor a view of an ass and thighs that he pronounced lush and lovely. He guessed Frieda to be in her thirties, maybe even late thirties. While she didn’t have quite the taut young flesh he expected to find when he unwrapped Tina, she certainly looked good and his guess was she knew how to enjoy herself. Best of all, she seemed to be interested in playing here and now.
They headed toward his apartment with the heady smell of her perfume intoxicating him. Going through the patio, in through the French doors into the living room, she brushed against him and he let himself focus on her, and what he saw, smelled and felt, aroused him. “What do you think?”
They stood facing his couch and she looked around and laughed. “I think it looks just like every other apartment in the complex, just with less stuff in it.”
“I mentioned a bottle of Scotch.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Alcohol is so debilitating.”
“Is it?”
“It has adverse affects on a man’s performance.”
He pretended not to understand. “His performance?”
“Life is too short to screw up a performance.” She turned in front of him, spinning slowly and stopping with her back to him. His hand seemed drawn to her and he touched her bare back, his fingers resting along her shoulder blade. “You wouldn’t want your performance to be less than stellar, would you? I know men are fragile enough creatures to begin with. Anything that takes the edge off should be outlawed.”
He put his hands on her shoulders. “Never let it be said that we dulled any edges. We can pass on the alcohol. Instead, let me draw your attention to a different special feature of this apartment.”
He bent his head down to nuzzle her neck. She tipped her head to the side and caress his cheek. “Several other apartments in this complex have horny men in them.”
“But are they certified war heroes?” He moved closer, brushing against her, feeling her soft breasts and knowing she’d feel the bulge of his hard cock rub against her warm ass.
“I imagine not. And this apartment does seem to have an especially frisky war hero, which is a surprise. Didn’t you get a proper welcome home?”
“Nothing I’d call either a proper welcome, nor a wonderfully improper one, which was what I wanted most. Of course, in the hospital I wasn’t in any condition to even notice and by the time I regained consciousness and started to feel human again I had a nurse who missed his calling as a linebacker. And then, before I could see what other options might be available, they deposited me here.”
She sighed, for he’d kissed her neck again. “I guess medical care just isn’t what it used to be.” Her words faded as she said them—Trevor undid her bikini top and let it slide off her voluptuous breasts. Reaching around her, his hands took the place of her bra, caressing the fleshy mounds, his fingers rediscovering the feel of a woman’s nipples growing hard between them. When she stepped back, rubbing her ass and back against him, he let go of one breast and put his palm on her rounded belly and slid it down. Slipping his fingers under the top of her bikini bottom he savored the curve of her mons and the electricity that made his body tingle when the tips of his fingers traced the gentle soft curves of her pussy. She rocked her head back against his shoulder and turned to lick his earlobe as the pressure of his hand on her cunt pulled her ass against his now hard cock.
“Holy shit,” he moaned as her tongue wet his ear. He wanted this woman bad. He moved his hand from her pussy and bent her over, moving her onto her knees on the couch. She put her head down on the back of the couch and gasped as Trevor yanked her bikini bottoms off and bent down behind her to inhale the musky smell of her pussy, spread her legs apart with his huge hands and press his face into her and running his tongue over her cunt.
As he licked her pussy, tasting the delicious changing flavors as she became aroused, he fumbled with his swim suit, getting them down to his ankles and kicking them off. Then he climbed up behind her, addressing himself to her raised ass, bringing his throbbing cock to her pussy and pushing the stout head into the fiery heat that welcomed his entrance.
“Fuck,” she cried as he pressed steadily forward, now grabbing her hips for leverage. She clung to the couch, pressing her ass back to meet him. “Fill me with that fucking thing,” she cried. And he did. The sensations of her warm cunt enveloping his cock, the way his shaft nestled inside a pussy, stretching it as he buried it deep, were so much better than he even remembered and increased his ardor. His hips jerked as he began ramming into Frieda’s cunt, rocking her body and the couch with his thrusts. She put a hand to her pussy and began rubbing it as he fucked her. Her back arched and he kissed her shoulder blades then ran his tongue up her spine as he drove inside her. When he reached the nape of her neck, she cried out and he felt the beautiful contractions of her body as she came, her cunt caressing his cock in an erratic rhythm that teased, tormented, and then made him come. He exploded inside her and he knew he was draining his balls, flooding her with his seed. The release, spending in her was the euphoric pleasure he needed.
“Oh fuck that was good,” sh
e moaned as he sagged on her, tasting the salt on her skin as his cock slowly softened inside her.
He sank down on the couch and she turned to slip beside him. “Damn,” he said, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time. Draping his arm over the warm female flesh next to him was already taking his thoughts in erotic directions again. Going such a long time without sex could do that. Being with a new, and rather exciting woman, added to it. He kissed her nipple and sucked it, sending a delicious tremor through her. “The second time will be even better, but maybe a bit rougher.”
She put her hand behind his head and rocked her own head back as he sucked it. “Oh, Captain, you say the sweetest things.”
Chapter 2
Dinner that evening at General Meredith’s house proved to be exactly as much fun as he’d expected—none at all. Everyone arrived exactly on time, dressed exactly right, and were exactly who they should be. The dinner party consisted of eight mismatched people: General Meredith, his young wife, Dallas, two gray colonels and their lifeless wives (none of whose names he remembered for thirty seconds) and a slim-waisted brunette, named Billi. Naturally they were four couples. Billi had been invited as his de facto date. She looked okay, but the lift to his spirits was short lived when he learned that Billi was the deadly boring younger sister of one of the lifeless wives and had been recruited at the last minute to make up the numbers. She had no interest in him or, it seemed, in much else.
