by Tia Siren
I noticed the way that Cam looked at me, and I was certain he would have chatted more if he had not had his kid with him. A real cutie. He still looked as rugged as the last time I had seen him before I had left for college.
I entered the kitchen from the garage, and my dad walked from the other direction. My father. “The Admiral Joseph Cornell,” had been in charge of the base for fifteen years and had watched it grow into one of the main training and operations bases in the country. I loved my dad, but being an Admiral, he was a stickler for rules and regulations.
I wiped my feet and walked into the kitchen. “Hi Dad, how are you doing?”
“Another busy day as always, but I’m good,” he replied as he looked at me and shook his head.
Here we go, another lecture on the dos and the don’ts.
“Katie, can you please put on some damn clothes, you should not be walking around half naked, especially outside,” he said in a rough voice. “families are living here, and they can easily become upset.”
“Come on Dad, everyone dresses like this, especially in this kind of weather,” I replied as I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of juice.
“One day you will understand; I have a reputation to uphold, and all it takes is for you to bring it crashing down around me.”
I looked in his direction as I sipped on my juice. “Just chill Dad, I’m fine!”
“From history and your actions, you’re very far from fine,” he replied.
I seated myself at the kitchen table. “I will change, just you watch. I’m growing up now.”
I will just tell him what he wants to hear. Hopefully, he will relax a little.
He shook his head in disgust. “We shall see, we shall see, Kathryn,” he replied as he walked up the stairs.
I had not wanted to upset him, because I wanted to go out of the base, and he had grounded me. I had to placate him and make him feel at ease so I could get what I wanted. I headed to my room, showered and put on some casual clothes that covered my beautiful little body that I just loved to show off. A girl’s prerogative, to wear whatever she likes.
I headed back downstairs and went into the living room and sat on the couch. Dad watched the news, and I started to chat with him, about nothing in particular.
Without even looking in my direction. “So, what do you have planned for this evening?” he asked.
“Dad, I want to go off base and catch up with Kelly. You remember Kelly, right? My old-school friend before I left for college?” I asked in a very quaint, little school girl voice.
“Ah, yes, she was a sweet girl, she could teach you some manners, you should spend more time with her,” he replied as he glanced in my direction with a look of ridiculous despair.
I bounced on the couch. “Geez, thanks, Dad,” I replied. “I will let her know.”
He looked in my direction with a stern look. “Where are you going anyway?”
“We are going shopping, and then out for dinner, it has been a long time since I have seen her,” I replied half-lying through my teeth to make him happy.
I hope there are some guys involved somewhere.
“Ok, it sounds like you have a decent night planned for once, just be home at a decent time and make sure you stay out of trouble,” he replied with a look of defeat on his face.
I love you dad, but I can twist you around my little finger!
“It is just a quiet night between friends,” I replied as I smiled at him.
He looked at me and silenced the TV. “Katie, you do need to grow up, once the fall comes you’re back at college. I didn’t shell out a small fortune just for you to drop out and bum around you know.”
“I know that, but just remember, it was you who dragged me back here for the summer,” I replied trying to defend myself.
He scoffed at my answer. “And if I hadn’t, you could have made another stupid mistake with that ass of a boyfriend you had. He got thrown in the slammer. God, and if I had not received a call, you would have been right alongside him.”
I lied through my teeth. “That was not my fault. I was just caught up in something he was involved in.”
It is a good job you never found the real reason I was in trouble.
“Well, either way, it is a good job I bailed you out of that mess, and don’t forget I had to bring you back here, and you had to complete the remainder of the semester online, that’s how bad it was,’ he snarled lightly.
“Relax Dad, I do know what is going on, you brought me home for the summer, and I understand it is time to behave myself. Christ, you will see if I get into any trouble,” I replied in anger as I stood from the couch and headed toward the stairs.
“Just mark my words, Katie, I can’t take much more, you’re becoming too wild for your own good.” He turned the screen back on so the sound of the TV blared.
“I’m off to my room to call Kelly!” I said with a tone, as I lied through my teeth again.
Dad hadn’t even realized I had lied to him about meeting Kelly. I had no such intention of just going shopping and having dinner. I had someone else to meet who was so much more fun than my old school friends.
I laid on my bed and picked up my cell phone and scrolled through the contacts. I stopped at Peter’s number and hit the dial button.
I had bumped into Peter by accident just outside of the security gate. He was a junior ranking officer in a SEAL platoon and was on stand down after just returning home from a tour. He had around a month of semi-free time so he could be some fun for the summer while I was away from college. He stood five-five and had short, blonde hair, gray eyes and had a body to die for from the way his uniform looked on him.
“Hello Peter, Katie here,” I said into the phone.
“Hi Katie, how are you?” he asked.
“I’m in tip-top form, and ready for the weekend, whatever that may bring,” I said as I giggled to myself.
“Speaking of that, have you managed to get your Dad's approval to come out tonight?” he asked.
“Of course, what do you take me for. I can lie and twist him round my little finger. I said I was out with Kelly for dinner!” I laughed into the phone.
I could hear the excitement in his voice. “Good girl, I knew you could do it.”
“So where do you plan on taking me?” I asked as I rolled over on the bed.
“There is a party off-base, some guy called Mikey from one of the other platoons is holding a party before he ties the knot, that is if you’re interested in going?” Peter asked in his sexy tone.
“Well, hell yeah, I love a good party,” I said as I imagined all the other hot hunks that would be there, Peter was not “Mr. Right,” he was just “Mr. Right for the Summer.”
“I’m glad you like to party. I wouldn’t want you to be standing there all quiet and timid,” he laughed.
“I bet I could show you a thing or two, it is not only you SEALs who know how to have fun you know,” I replied with a cheeky smirk on my face.
“Is that so, so what makes you think you can handle me then?” Peter asked flirting.
I’m going to make him real crazy for me.
“I could eat guys like you for breakfast, and then some. Us college girls can be real wild,” I replied raising my legs in the air.
I quickly took off my shirt and took a selfie of me in my lacy black bra.
I know this will get him hot under the collar.
“Bah, you’re probably all talk, I bet you’re a Miss goody two shoes trying to act wild, being the Admirals daughter and all that,” Peter said in a breathy tone.
“I have just sent you a picture, Hooyah,” I replied as I grinned to myself.
Peter coughed and spluttered on the line as he opened up the picture. He wouldn’t have expected that so soon, but no point beating around the bush, I reckon.
“Geez, you look hot, I take it all back,” he replied.
“You should see what else I’m wearing,” I said.
Tempting them is so e
asy.
Peter stalled for a moment and then spoke. “Tell me then, what else are you wearing? Um, or should I ask what you’re not wearing?”
I laid on the bed and looked at my jogging pants and the t-shirt I was wearing, now on the dresser.
“I’m on the bed with just my bra as you saw and small, black, lacy panties.”
“Damn, I bet you look sexy just lying around there like that. I wish I was with you,” Peter said.
“Oh, Peter, it is a shame you’re not here. I have a warm feeling in my stomach. If you could just, oh… you know,” I said seductively.
“Shit Katie. You’re making me horny as hell right now,” he replied.
Why do men fall for this so easily?
I checked the condition of my fingernails. “Peter, oh Peter, I want you so bad.”
Peter sighed on the line. “Damn, you will have my balls aching with any more talk like that!”
Geez, this is too easy; he will probably masturbate himself stupid after I have gone.
“Am I getting you hard Peter?” I asked in a husky voice.
“Hell yeah, I can just imagine. You’re getting me hard when I’m with you,” he replied.
“Peter,” I whispered.
“Yeah, what?” he replied.
“You should have seen me washing my car, in a teeny, tiny bikini, I was all wet and my body pushed against the windows as I rubbed and foamed the car,” I said in a sexy tone.
“Dear God, I wished I lived on your street!” he replied.
“Oh, yeah, well the cold water ran down my body and sent tingles down my spine, oh my nipples felt hard as they rubbed against the windows, oh, Peter I was hot and wet,” I went on.
“Katie, stop it. You’re driving me crazy, just save some for later,” he said with a little bit of panic in his voice.
“I was just rubbing my hands over my belly,” I sexily stated as I cheekily lied through my teeth.
“Stop it, Katie. I can’t concentrate,” he replied.
“So, now do you think SEALs are a match for college girls?” I asked as I grinned to myself.
Peter coughed. “If they are anything like you? No way we’d win. Fuck, we should have you defending the country.”
Peter was a prime example of a testosterone-fueled jarhead with an over inflated ego; put them in uniform and shave their head and they think they are God’s gift to women. Hand them pussy on a plate, and watch them squirm. Just like all the other men out there - complete suckers.
I did like Peter though, even if I was just winding him up for a little fun. And he seemed decent enough, and I knew now he would be horny as hell and look at me in an entirely different way. Just aching to have his way with me.
“Where do you want me to pick you up from?” Peter asked.
“Nowhere near the base, there are too many eyes that my dad has watching me. I’ll bring my bag and a change of clothes. Meet me at the church,” I said excitedly.
“Okay, between seven thirty and seven forty-five by the church, it is only about fifteen minutes to Mikey’s house from there,” Peter replied.
“I will see you later, I need to get ready now,” I said.
“I need to go for a shower as well, bye… gorgeous,” he replied.
Make sure it is a nice cold shower.
I hung up the phone and laughed to myself, I then thought about the conversation I had with my dad. If he ever found out, he would shit bricks and lock me up for good. But so far, any bit of fun I had on the base had been kept quiet. I knew I had a name for myself as being a wild child, and it was true, I liked to have a good time while I was still young. My dad was from a different generation, and he had an entirely different outlook on life. He lived by the book and expected me to live by the same book, especially since there was only him and me since Mom left. He had been very protective for most of my life, so I tried not to hurt him when I could.
I stood and checked the clothes in my closet and pulled out a sexy, little, red, sequined number and threw it on the bed. That would do for the party, and jeans and t-shirt would do as my disguise until I was off the base. I showered and packed my things into my bag and headed downstairs. Dad still watched the TV and would probably be sitting there until bedtime.
“Dad, I will be off shortly, I’m gonna walk. Kelly will pick me up on the way to the mall,” I said as I lied through my teeth again.
“Well, be careful and don’t forget your phone just in case,” he replied.
I walked toward the chair and kissed dad on the cheek. “Have a good night Dad.”
“You too. Have a good time.”
I grabbed my bag and headed toward the door; I glanced back toward my dad as he watched the TV alone.
What he doesn’t know, will never hurt him.
Chapter 3
Cam
Mrs. Hyndley arrived on the dot, and I showed her where everything was for Emmy who had luckily gone sound asleep already. I kissed my fingers and touched her forehead as I left her in the capable hands of Mrs. Hyndley.
“Just call my cell if you need me,” I said.
“Go on, go and have fun, Emmy is safe with me,” she replied as she placed her knitting bag on the couch.
I left the house and walked to my car, this was a new experience, well new in the past two years since Stacey died.
God, I hope I can handle it.
I headed off the base and made the short drive toward Mikey's house. I turned into the sub-division where Mikey lived and could instantly tell it was a community of enlisted SEALs who lived off base. All the vehicles were four-by-fours, and the motorcycles that sat on the driveway were surreal.
I could see these SEALs spent more money and effort on their playthings than they did on their homes. The houses themselves looked pretty non-descript, and were just basic, two-story homes, mostly subsidized for Navy personnel, so no real effort was placed on design features.
I had the car window down and could hear the music before I spotted Mikey’s house. He was lucky that it was in a Navy housing division, or there could be cops all over the place.
I parked the car down the street away from the multitude of cars which were parked at all angles toward the end of the road. As I walked toward the house, I see what my younger days had been like. The front drive was full of girls clad in bikini tops and the smallest shorts I had ever seen; they looked eye-popping, fuck they were hot.
I entered the house and fought my way through SEALs holding cans in one hand and a girl on the other. It looked like testosterone was on tap this evening.
I could see the back of Owen’s head, so I headed in his direction and entered the kitchen.
“Attention!” I screamed into his ear.
Owen turned to me and shouted above the din of the music. “Well look what we have here ladies and gentlemen. The living legend. The one and only Cam Cross.”
“Hooyah,” the kitchen erupted in unison and beer cans held aloft.
“I’m glad you made it, I needed some company,” Owen said as he handed me a beer.
“It’s been a while, I had forgotten how rowdy these sort of parties were,” I replied as I cracked open my can.
“You need to mingle, loosen up a bit,” Owen said, as he patted me on the shoulder and vanished deeper into the house.
As soon as I saw Mikey’s house, I noticed it was much bigger than the others. The difference in pay grade had definitely made a difference to him, and he would have a huge amount of cleaning in the morning the way things looked, and it was still early.
I walked around the living room and the dining area and chatted with a few guys from the base, I then noticed Owen outside by the pool becoming acquainted with a pair of shorts and a bikini top, attached sparsely to a chick.
I banged on the large glass window, but Owen never heard me. So, I left the living room and walked down the side of the pool to where he was. I stood next to them, and the girl locked her eyes onto mine and made her excuses and left for a while.
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nbsp; “Owen, what the fuck are you doing man?” I asked as I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“Cam, it's not like you think it is,” he replied.
“Well, that’s not how it looked to me. Have you not forgotten what you have going on at home?” I asked in my warning voice.
“Cam, Madison had an affair while I was overseas,” he replied with his head bowed slightly.
“Aargh fuck, man. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was that bad but doing this while you’re going through a separation isn’t going to help your cause.”
“It’s killing me, man, I have given everything, and I get this shit dumped on me,” he said.
“I have no idea how you feel. I have never been in that situation,” I said trying to choose my words.
Owen stood tall. “If it is good enough for her, it’s good enough for me, call it payback.”
I have never seen Owen sound this down.
“Once you head down this road, you know there isn’t any going back,” I said as I glanced over my shoulder.
“Cam, this won’t affect anything, it’s over,” Owen said with clear heartbreak in his eyes.
“It isn’t over till the fat lady sings, I’m sure you can work it out, a load of couples go through separations then make it work,” I said as I held my head close to Owen’s ear.
“Not this time, it is really fucked, Kelly has filed for a divorce, I got served the papers last week,” Owen said with glazed eyes.
Owen told me everything, and I could really feel for him. He was a natural tough guy out in the field, but this situation with his separation and impending divorce had just rendered him useless. And he looked broken, and this behavior appeared to be a way of proving his manhood to himself.
“I’m sorry for making that crack about your ex, babysitting this afternoon. Fuck, if I had known I would have said things a bit differently.” I ushered Owen toward the table full of beer.
“Heres to a fucked up life, and a bitch of a wife,” Owen called out as he raised his can in a toast.
“Whatever, but I got your back,” I said as we touched cans.
We stood and chatted some more about his situation, and I got to know how cut up Owen was about the situation. And he adored Kelly, and she appeared to love him, maybe it was just too much for him to go on his last tour. Maybe she’d had enough. Owen I could see had put on a brave face but his emotional wounds ran deep inside of him.
