Office Politics: Part Three
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By Tracy Ames
Published on November 24, 2009
Charlie and Paula lay spooning in bed silently watching the day begin to take shape outside her window. His muscular arm held her near while their fingertips played with one another’s. This was their morning ritual before starting the day: quietly cocooned, half asleep, half awake; preparing for the bullshit ahead.
“Am I just a fuck to you, Paula?” Charlie’s fingers stopped moving.
“Of course you are.”
He took a deep breath and rolled onto his back, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
Damn it. Paula thought. It’s too early in the morning for this conversation. She sat up straddled his torso, her hands resting on his bare chest. “Do we have to talk about this right now? Why do we have to define what we are? Can we just leave it the way it is? We’re friends. We have a bond,”
“A fucking bond,” Charlie said sarcastically.
“Yes, a fucking bond.”
“Is that all you want?”
Paula sighed, unable to meet his eyes. “Yes, that’s all I want right now. I have neither the time nor energy for anything more substantial. My career takes presidents over everything.”
Charlie watched Paula for a moment curiously. This wasn’t the first time Paula had mentioned her career in relation to her love life. “You love money.”
“I don’t love money. I love the independents and security it brings,” she looked at him. “I come from a large family. My parents are both educators so money was always tight but they did their best.”
“But it wasn’t good enough for you.”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate what my parents provided, but I wanted more. I didn’t wanna struggle the way they had. I love my parents but I needed more. I got married on my eighteenth birthday. It’s wasn’t for love, it was for security. Derek was four-two years old and very well off.”
“You married for money?”
“Not entirely, I loved him on some level I suppose but his money sealed the deal. We were compatible, he earned the money and I went to school. Long story short, within hours of getting my second degree, he filed for divorce and left me with nothing.”
Charlie found her words difficult to take in. “He left you with nothing at all?”
Paula shook her head. “Nothing, not a penny. I was dead broke without a job or home. Come to find out, the homes we owned were in his family’s name therefore they remained with him. I moved in with a girlfriend, found a well paying job and worked my ass off to get where I am. I don’t rely on anyone and having my own money gives me the stability I’ve always wanted.” She paused, staring at the unblinking eyes beneath her. “Now what do you think of me? Do you think I’m a gold-digger?”
“No, I don’t think you’re a gold-digger but it explains a lot.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Charlie flipped her underneath him and settled between her legs. “This explains why you don’t take shit from anyone and you don’t compromise your standards.”
“Why should I compromise?”
“I’m not saying you should. Everyone has their standards and you might find that you don’t live up to others standards,” he kissed her cheek.
“Do I live up to yours?”
“I’m here aren’t I? That’s not to say that you live up to all my standards because you don’t. But you’re pretty close.”
Suddenly there was a knot the size of a bowling ball in her gut. In many ways she felt his superior but his words left her exposed and humbled. “So why did you ask me if you were just a fuck?”
“I asked because I want to be sure we’re in the same page. I don’t want a serious relationship until I’m further along in my career. With my hectic schedule, having a relationship would be an unnecessary strain.
Paula smiled up at him. “We’re definitely on the same page. Neither one of us should even consider full time relationships until we’ve settled down. Our sufficient others wouldn’t understand the shit we go through.”
“Amen!” Charlie exclaimed and left to take a shower. “We’re going to Bolling AFB next week.”
Paula followed. “Who’s “we”?” She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Me, you, Shawn. You missed the evening briefing yesterday. It’s a last minute trip---some systems testing, they want three people from our team on hand.” He stepped into the shower.
“God, I hate going to Bolling. Then again I don’t care for DC at all,” she spat. “You know we’re gonna get stuck inside the Pentagon again. That was the worst trip ever. On locked down for over eight hours because Ashcroft’s feckless wife left his briefcase on top of his car.”
“It was a security measure,”
“It was stupid!” Paula brushed harder and faster. “I don’t like that man. He gets on my nerves.”
“Well we’ll be there for a week so we’re bound to end up over there sooner or later. Hey, DC isn’t too far from my parents. We can visit them while we’re there.”
There was that knot again. “You’re taking me to meet your parents?”
Charlie’s laugh echoed off the tiled walls. “No, I haven’t seen them in months. I’m going regardless. I thought you and Shawn might wanna come along.”
“Count me in. I’m sure I’ll be climbing the walls by then.”
******
Wearing an unusual uniform, Shawn marched stone-faced into the office and headed straight for the Fusion Center. Stephanie and Cathy began whispering under their breath along with everyone else sitting around Paula.
Janette gave a long sigh. “Oh boy. Here we go again.”
Paula rolled her chair closer to Janette. “What’s going on? Why is he dressed like that?”
“Shawn belongs to the Honor Guard, the guys you see at ceremonial events holding the flags; they’re also the pallbearers at the military funerals. It’s not to be taken lightly. He’s on funeral duty tonight. Just lay low. He’s gonna to be in a foul mood.”
“Why?”
“Funeral duty wears him down. Shawn hates to see the family crying, it gets to him. We stay out of his way until he’s back to normal.” she stopped talking when she saw Shawn walking towards them.
Shawn took his seat at his desk in front of Paula; all that separated them was a 12 inch partition. Minutes later Charlie swaggered in wearing the same uniform, prompting Shawn to leave with him.
“Charlie, I didn’t know you were on guard today.” Janette said.
“I’m a last minute replacement. Sergeant Wells broke his foot so I stepped in.”
“Do we know the family?” Stephanie asked.
“No, he was a veteran living in the Veteran’s Hospital. No living family.”
Shawn stood and gathered his shoeshine kit and coat. “The poor guy won’t have any family there but we’re gonna send him off in style even if it kills me.”
“Someone should be there. Can we go?” Cathy piped in.
Charlie and Shawn look at one another. “You’ll have to ask the Major. It’s a graveside service. I don’t see a problem with you going.” Charlie said.
Before he could finish his sentence Cathy and Stephanie were in the Major’s office pleading. They returned minutes later following Colonel Robin Wilson and Major Steven Teasdale. The Col. called the room to attention.
“In light of the funeral service today, I’m mandating an ADL and early dismissal. We’ll run the “Skeleton Crew until the morning. Sgt. Willis.”
“Yes ma’am,” Charlie answered.
“You know the drill. Take roll before and after arrival.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You’re all dismissed.” She announced with a clap of her hands and retreated once again and everyone began packing up to leave.
Paula raced to Charlie’s side. “What the hell just happened? What’s an ADL?”
“An ADL is an alternate duty location. As the highest ranking Officer, Col. Wilson has the power to determine any location fit for duty. ADLs are used when you find yourself displaced; flood, fire and so on. But today we’re using it like a hall pass.”
“That’s kind of her to excuse all of us.” Paula observed.
“It doesn’t surprise me. She’s prior Honor Guard. You never loose your sense of obligation.” Shawn chimed in.
Charlie began taking account for everyone leaving. “Not all of us are going. “The Skeleton Crew”: two Airmen and two civilian are staying behind to guard the fort in case of an emergency.”
Paula gave Charlie a vacant look.
“You didn’t understand a word I just said, did you?” he laughed.
Paula shook her head. “Not really but if it means I have the day off, I’m all for it.”
******
One hundred-fifty Officers, Enlisted Airmen and Civilians met under a blue canopy at Greenwood cemetery on a chilly August day to pay their last respects to a man none of them knew. There was no chattering or bantering as Paula would have expecting seeing that the coffin hadn’t a body had yet to arrive. Everyone stood soberly awaiting the hearse and guard to appear in the bend in the tree lined road.
There, walking behind slow moving silver hearse walked the Honor Guard in tight formation. Unblinking and unwavering they marched until the hearse came to a stop. They preformed their detailed positioning rituals before removing the flag draped slate blue coffin from the car. Each reverent move so precise and measured drew tears from even the most hardened of men. The ladies stifled breathy sobs cutting through the heavy August air.
“Attention!” Major Teasdale commanded as the precession advanced.
Everyone, Civilian alike snapped in place.
Paula quickly wrapped away the small droplets forming in the corners of her eyes as Charlie passed her.
Carefully they balanced the coffin over the supports and continued their formal procedures until Shawn and Charlie stood rigid, their white gloved hand snapped to the brim of his hats then back to their sides, facing one another at the head and foot of the coffin while the others servicemen flanked either side. Per the deceased Airman’s wishes, the Chaplain forewent the extended eulogy and read the Airman’s creed while a short distance away the riflemen’s three shots could be heard followed by the bugler’s haunting rendition of Taps rang out eliciting crisp salutes from all. The Guard performed the flag-folding ceremony with each of its distinctive fold steeped in symbolism. Once completely folded in a tight triangle, Charlie presented the flag to the Chaplin as there were no family members in attendance.
It was all too much for Paula to take. The level of respect the Airmen paid to their dead made her heart swell. She felt unworthy of being present, as if she were eavesdropping on a conversation she hadn’t the knowledge to properly understand. Her tearful eyes surreptitiously darted to the imposing faces about her, some tear streak and some not…but all dignified.
Seeing Charlie in this light, distinguished and rigid changed her perception of him. She’d awaken with Charlie, her friend and bed-buddy but tonight she’d fall asleep with Charles, her friend.
Office Politics: Part Three
Paula, a new employee at the Department of Defense, has a kill in her cross-hairs. Charles, a God in uniform has pledged to have her calling him Daddy by the end of the night....
Office Politics: Part Three
Charlie and Paula lay spooning in bed silently watching the day begin to take shape outside her window. His muscular arm held her near while their fingertips played with one another’s. This was their morning ritual before starting the day: quietly cocooned, half asleep, half awake; preparing for the bullshit ahead.
“Am I just a fuck to you, Paula?” Charlie’s fingers stopped moving.
“Of course you are.”
He took a deep breath and rolled onto his back, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
Damn it. Paula thought. It’s too early in the morning for this conversation. She sat up straddled his torso, her hands resting on his bare chest. “Do we have to talk about this right now? Why do we have to define what we are? Can we just leave it the way it is? We’re friends. We have a bond,”
“A fucking bond,” Charlie said sarcastically.
“Yes, a fucking bond.”
“Is that all you want?”
Paula sighed, unable to meet his eyes. “Yes, that’s all I want right now. I have neither the time nor energy for anything more substantial. My career takes presidents over everything.”
Charlie watched Paula for a moment curiously. This wasn’t the first time Paula had mentioned her career in relation to her love life. “You love money.”
“I don’t love money. I love the independents and security it brings,” she looked at him. “I come from a large family. My parents are both educators so money was always tight but they did their best.”
“But it wasn’t good enough for you.”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate what my parents provided, but I wanted more. I didn’t wanna struggle the way they had. I love my parents but I needed more. I got married on my eighteenth birthday. It’s wasn’t for love, it was for security. Derek was four-two years old and very well off.”
“You married for money?”
“Not entirely, I loved him on some level I suppose but his money sealed the deal. We were compatible, he earned the money and I went to school. Long story short, within hours of getting my second degree, he filed for divorce and left me with nothing.”
Charlie found her words difficult to take in. “He left you with nothing at all?”
Paula shook her head. “Nothing, not a penny. I was dead broke without a job or home. Come to find out, the homes we owned were in his family’s name therefore they remained with him. I moved in with a girlfriend, found a well paying job and worked my ass off to get where I am. I don’t rely on anyone and having my own money gives me the stability I’ve always wanted.” She paused, staring at the unblinking eyes beneath her. “Now what do you think of me? Do you think I’m a gold-digger?”
“No, I don’t think you’re a gold-digger but it explains a lot.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Charlie flipped her underneath him and settled between her legs. “This explains why you don’t take shit from anyone and you don’t compromise your standards.”
“Why should I compromise?”
“I’m not saying you should. Everyone has their standards and you might find that you don’t live up to others standards,” he kissed her cheek.
“Do I live up to yours?”
“I’m here aren’t I? That’s not to say that you live up to all my standards because you don’t. But you’re pretty close.”
Suddenly there was a knot the size of a bowling ball in her gut. In many ways she felt his superior but his words left her exposed and humbled. “So why did you ask me if you were just a fuck?”
“I asked because I want to be sure we’re in the same page. I don’t want a serious relationship until I’m further along in my career. With my hectic schedule, having a relationship would be an unnecessary strain.
Paula smiled up at him. “We’re definitely on the same page. Neither one of us should even consider full time relationships until we’ve settled down. Our sufficient others wouldn’t understand the shit we go through.”
“Amen!” Charlie exclaimed and left to take a shower. “We’re going to Bolling AFB next week.”
Paula followed. “Who’s “we”?” She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Me, you, Shawn. You missed the evening briefing yesterday. It’s a last minute trip---some systems testing, they want three people from our team on hand.” He stepped into the shower.
“God, I hate going to Bolling. Then again I don’t care for DC at all,” she spat. “You know we’re gonna get stuck inside the Pentagon again. That was the worst trip ever. On locked down for over eight hours because Ashcroft’s feckless wife left his briefcase on top of his car.”
“It was a security measure,”
“It was stupid!” Paula brushed harder and faster. “I don’t like that man. He gets on my nerves.”
“Well we’ll be there for a week so we’re bound to end up over there sooner or later. Hey, DC isn’t too far from my parents. We can visit them while we’re there.”
There was that knot again. “You’re taking me to meet your parents?”
Charlie’s laugh echoed off the tiled walls. “No, I haven’t seen them in months. I’m going regardless. I thought you and Shawn might wanna come along.”
“Count me in. I’m sure I’ll be climbing the walls by then.”
******
Wearing an unusual uniform, Shawn marched stone-faced into the office and headed straight for the Fusion Center. Stephanie and Cathy began whispering under their breath along with everyone else sitting around Paula.
Janette gave a long sigh. “Oh boy. Here we go again.”
Paula rolled her chair closer to Janette. “What’s going on? Why is he dressed like that?”
“Shawn belongs to the Honor Guard, the guys you see at ceremonial events holding the flags; they’re also the pallbearers at the military funerals. It’s not to be taken lightly. He’s on funeral duty tonight. Just lay low. He’s gonna to be in a foul mood.”
“Why?”
“Funeral duty wears him down. Shawn hates to see the family crying, it gets to him. We stay out of his way until he’s back to normal.” she stopped talking when she saw Shawn walking towards them.
Shawn took his seat at his desk in front of Paula; all that separated them was a 12 inch partition. Minutes later Charlie swaggered in wearing the same uniform, prompting Shawn to leave with him.
“Charlie, I didn’t know you were on guard today.” Janette said.
“I’m a last minute replacement. Sergeant Wells broke his foot so I stepped in.”
“Do we know the family?” Stephanie asked.
“No, he was a veteran living in the Veteran’s Hospital. No living family.”
Shawn stood and gathered his shoeshine kit and coat. “The poor guy won’t have any family there but we’re gonna send him off in style even if it kills me.”
“Someone should be there. Can we go?” Cathy piped in.
Charlie and Shawn look at one another. “You’ll have to ask the Major. It’s a graveside service. I don’t see a problem with you going.” Charlie said.
Before he could finish his sentence Cathy and Stephanie were in the Major’s office pleading. They returned minutes later following Colonel Robin Wilson and Major Steven Teasdale. The Col. called the room to attention.
“In light of the funeral service today, I’m mandating an ADL and early dismissal. We’ll run the “Skeleton Crew until the morning. Sgt. Willis.”
“Yes ma’am,” Charlie answered.
“You know the drill. Take roll before and after arrival.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You’re all dismissed.” She announced with a clap of her hands and retreated once again and everyone began packing up to leave.
Paula raced to Charlie’s side. “What the hell just happened? What’s an ADL?”
“An ADL is an alternate duty location. As the highest ranking Officer, Col. Wilson has the power to determine any location fit for duty. ADLs are used when you find yourself displaced; flood, fire and so on. But today we’re using it like a hall pass.”
“That’s kind of her to excuse all of us.” Paula observed.
“It doesn’t surprise me. She’s prior Honor Guard. You never loose your sense of obligation.” Shawn chimed in.
Charlie began taking account for everyone leaving. “Not all of us are going. “The Skeleton Crew”: two Airmen and two civilian are staying behind to guard the fort in case of an emergency.”
Paula gave Charlie a vacant look.
“You didn’t understand a word I just said, did you?” he laughed.
Paula shook her head. “Not really but if it means I have the day off, I’m all for it.”
******
One hundred-fifty Officers, Enlisted Airmen and Civilians met under a blue canopy at Greenwood cemetery on a chilly August day to pay their last respects to a man none of them knew. There was no chattering or bantering as Paula would have expecting seeing that the coffin hadn’t a body had yet to arrive. Everyone stood soberly awaiting the hearse and guard to appear in the bend in the tree lined road.
There, walking behind slow moving silver hearse walked the Honor Guard in tight formation. Unblinking and unwavering they marched until the hearse came to a stop. They preformed their detailed positioning rituals before removing the flag draped slate blue coffin from the car. Each reverent move so precise and measured drew tears from even the most hardened of men. The ladies stifled breathy sobs cutting through the heavy August air.
“Attention!” Major Teasdale commanded as the precession advanced.
Everyone, Civilian alike snapped in place.
Paula quickly wrapped away the small droplets forming in the corners of her eyes as Charlie passed her.
Carefully they balanced the coffin over the supports and continued their formal procedures until Shawn and Charlie stood rigid, their white gloved hand snapped to the brim of his hats then back to their sides, facing one another at the head and foot of the coffin while the others servicemen flanked either side. Per the deceased Airman’s wishes, the Chaplain forewent the extended eulogy and read the Airman’s creed while a short distance away the riflemen’s three shots could be heard followed by the bugler’s haunting rendition of Taps rang out eliciting crisp salutes from all. The Guard performed the flag-folding ceremony with each of its distinctive fold steeped in symbolism. Once completely folded in a tight triangle, Charlie presented the flag to the Chaplin as there were no family members in attendance.
It was all too much for Paula to take. The level of respect the Airmen paid to their dead made her heart swell. She felt unworthy of being present, as if she were eavesdropping on a conversation she hadn’t the knowledge to properly understand. Her tearful eyes surreptitiously darted to the imposing faces about her, some tear streak and some not…but all dignified.
Seeing Charlie in this light, distinguished and rigid changed her perception of him. She’d awaken with Charlie, her friend and bed-buddy but tonight she’d fall asleep with Charles, her friend.
Office Politics: Part Three
Just as quickly as the funeral had begun, it had ended and the group headed to the Joint club for a round of drinks and billiards. The club was empty all but for their party and a few Officers sitting in the adjacent room having lunch and watching television. Gunter being an annex of a larger base had a Joint club opposed to a separate Officer and NCO club like other bases. It was the meeting hole where everyone, Military and Civilian alike gathered for formal social events or just to shot the shit.
“No more sex in the dark,” Paula said reaching over Charlie for her glass of wine.
“Excuse me?”
“No more sex in the dark. I don’t like it.” She turned and watched Shawn take his shot on the pool table.
“Um..okay,” Charlie blinked repeatedly perplexed by her sudden epiphany. “So…I’m sorry? I won’t do it again. Quick question darlin’, where the hell did that come from?”
“You turned the lights out last night before we had sex. Stop it.”
“Charlie, it’s your shot,” Shawn called out.
Charlie sat his beer on the table and turned so no one could hear what he was about to say. “I turned the lights out because I thought we were going to sleep. Personally, I prefer keeping the lights on. I love watching your sexy ass.”
“Charlie!” Shawn said more insistently. “Cmon, let’s go. Take your shot,”
“Hold that thought,” he said and left Paula standing alone.
“Hey, thanks again for watching Sarah for me,” John came over and took a sit.
“Not a problem. Call me anytime.” Paula smiled and sat. John was a stunningly attractive biracial man who’d clearly pulled his features from his white father. The only black trait he’d been blessed with was his slightly tan complexion. Even his eyes were blue. One look at him and you’d expect him to be a jerk but he was anything but. He was a soft spoken, quietly confident, thoughtful person, which was why Paula couldn’t understand how he’d end up with a bipolar wife whom he’d eventually have to commit.
“Sarah likes you a lot. She talks about you all the time,” John poured another glass of beer. “With me being in class during the week, you’re the closest thing to a mom she has.”
“How long before the divorce is final?”
“Nothing can be finalized until she’s stable enough to realize she’s being divorced.”
“Isn’t the treatment working?” Paula shook her head.
“No, nothing is working. The medicine and treatment aren’t doing a bit of good. Her family has demanded she be return to Japan but I can’t send her back, not in her current frame of mind. Sarah needs to see her mom healthy again.”
Paula touched John’s arm. “Sarah is ten years old and stronger than you think. It’s not as if she’s blind, John. She knows what’s happening. If Naomi’s family wants her home then maybe it’s for the best that you let her go.”
“We’ll see. I’m working with a JAG to sort out this debacle,” He stood when he saw Lisa and Stacy approaching. “Oh shit. I’m outta here. I can’t stand wedding talk.”
“Don’t leaving me!” Paula said through clinched teeth.
John stuck out his tongue teasingly and scampered to safety leaving Paula at their mercy.
“Paula, I need your help. The reception venue fell through and I’d like you to help me choosing another one.” Lisa said.
“Sure, send me the site links and I’ll give you may opinion.”
Lisa reached for her lighter. “No, we’re driving down to Pensacola next week,”
“We’re making a weekend of it.” Stacy added and ran off to flirt with Shawn.
“Ah, sorry but I can’t make it. Sergeant Hale is sending us to DC next week.” Paula said trying to disguise the elation in her voice. “Maybe next time.”
Lisa narrowed her eyes. “Next time my ass. You dread all of this wedding shit.”
“Who me? Noooo, I love this endless wedding BS. I can’t think of a better way to spend my weekend.” She oozed sarcasm.
“Whatever,” Lisa laughed. “I’m sick of it to.”
Charlie returned to the table.
“Are you leaving?” Paula asked him.
“Yeah, I have to finish those databases for Tony.”
“Wait up, I’ll walk out with you.” She drank the last of her wine and said her goodbyes.
Back at Paula’s house, they settled in to their normal routine: Charlie working in Paula’s office and Paula catching up on work in bedroom. Before long they were in bed, Paula’s head burrowed into his chest. There was rain patting down softly in the darkness: It made Paula think on the unknown Vet lying out there alone under a heap of fresh turned dirt. She wished it were spring rain; at least then there would be flowers around him.
I must seem like a cold unpromising bitch, her thoughts replayed her words from their earlier conversation, as she wiggled against him.
Attributing her clinginess and goose bumps to the cold, Charlie rubbed Paula’s arms.
“Did you finish the databases?” Paula yawned.
“Yeah, I imported the last SQL tables and ran a couple of reports—the numbers appeared now we need the client to verify the numbers are correct.” He brushed her hair back. “What was the whole “light on” comment about earlier? Where you trying to turn me on?
Paula kissed his chest. “Did it work?”
Charlie answered by taking her hand and sliding it between them and placing it over his hard cock.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She braced herself for his attack but it didn’t come.
He began tracing his fingers down her neck, on her back, across her hips. He shifted and began kissing in the same places he’d touched. It was pure pleasure.
Blurred with want, Paula relaxed under his touch. She’d never found this comfort before; never felt she could trust someone like this. Never before had being completely naked with a man made her feel comfortable and even sexy. His gentleness disarmed her and left her questioning everything she’d thought certain of their relationship. Was he about to make love to her or was he simply exhausted from the emotional draining day? She could handle his exhaustion however making love was out of the question. His love would strip her bare and that she couldn’t have.
She lay on her stomach, his lips and hands trailing down every curve. He teased her just a little, kissing her long and softly, touching her all over as if he couldn’t get enough, releasing her from the binds of insecurity. He could have devoured her every ‘imperfection’; it was intoxicating. He wanted to savor every moment, every kiss, every look, and every sigh. He wanted her to breathe him.
His rough yet tender hands explored her body in earnest. His mouth pleased her in ways no one ever had, she’d never been so satisfied—and he hadn’t touch her pussy. Paula shivered with orgasm when she heard the telltale rustling of the foil package being opened. She whimpered as she felt his thick cock slide between her thighs immediately finding its home deep inside of her. Paula bit the pillow beneath her head as she exploded
from the impact of being filled to her limit. Though she was still sore from their week long fuckfest, Paula winced and eagerly accepted the pain and offered her body to him.
Charlie’s strokes were long and firm. Paula immediately found herself riding the magnificent wave between pleasure and pain. His swollen head drove into her; his cock touching places that no one else had ever touched. Her g-spot was taking quite a bruising and she loved every second of it.
“Charlie!” she screamed.
He leaned down to her shoulder. “Do you want me to stop?” His cock made wet noises as he pump.
“No,” she begged she orgasm claimed her. “No, don’t ever stop fucking me,” She could hardly hold her screams in. “Oh, God. Right there.” She came in streaming waves with such force and power that she soaked him with her juices. She trembled and moaned as he slowed his pace. She was sure this was what he wanted: To leave her sore the next day and aching for even more of his cock.
Charlie rolled onto his back and tugged on her arms. “Ride me.” This, his favorite position, allowed him the opportunity to watch her expressions as she straddles him, to watch her sliding easily onto his amazing cock. The stamina of this woman amazes him. Time after time she gave him exactly what he needed, and satisfied him like none before. “Damn baby, ride it.” He groans his cock sliding in and out with his hands on her waist and his jaw tense with passion. Paula had an incredible and unique way of always pleases him, but this time it was different. He couldn’t get enough of her. His head back, her pussy tight around his cock, her hips undulating atop him, Charlie came and came…screamed and moaned.
She called out to him; her orgasm wrenched her body forward until she lay shivering on his chest, in his arms and under his loving protection. It was in that moment that she was overcome with emotion. All the fear of a lifetime left. She trusted him, believed in him.
She believed in herself. She could love him.
“No more sex in the dark,” Paula said reaching over Charlie for her glass of wine.
“Excuse me?”
“No more sex in the dark. I don’t like it.” She turned and watched Shawn take his shot on the pool table.
“Um..okay,” Charlie blinked repeatedly perplexed by her sudden epiphany. “So…I’m sorry? I won’t do it again. Quick question darlin’, where the hell did that come from?”
“You turned the lights out last night before we had sex. Stop it.”
“Charlie, it’s your shot,” Shawn called out.
Charlie sat his beer on the table and turned so no one could hear what he was about to say. “I turned the lights out because I thought we were going to sleep. Personally, I prefer keeping the lights on. I love watching your sexy ass.”
“Charlie!” Shawn said more insistently. “Cmon, let’s go. Take your shot,”
“Hold that thought,” he said and left Paula standing alone.
“Hey, thanks again for watching Sarah for me,” John came over and took a sit.
“Not a problem. Call me anytime.” Paula smiled and sat. John was a stunningly attractive biracial man who’d clearly pulled his features from his white father. The only black trait he’d been blessed with was his slightly tan complexion. Even his eyes were blue. One look at him and you’d expect him to be a jerk but he was anything but. He was a soft spoken, quietly confident, thoughtful person, which was why Paula couldn’t understand how he’d end up with a bipolar wife whom he’d eventually have to commit.
“Sarah likes you a lot. She talks about you all the time,” John poured another glass of beer. “With me being in class during the week, you’re the closest thing to a mom she has.”
“How long before the divorce is final?”
“Nothing can be finalized until she’s stable enough to realize she’s being divorced.”
“Isn’t the treatment working?” Paula shook her head.
“No, nothing is working. The medicine and treatment aren’t doing a bit of good. Her family has demanded she be return to Japan but I can’t send her back, not in her current frame of mind. Sarah needs to see her mom healthy again.”
Paula touched John’s arm. “Sarah is ten years old and stronger than you think. It’s not as if she’s blind, John. She knows what’s happening. If Naomi’s family wants her home then maybe it’s for the best that you let her go.”
“We’ll see. I’m working with a JAG to sort out this debacle,” He stood when he saw Lisa and Stacy approaching. “Oh shit. I’m outta here. I can’t stand wedding talk.”
“Don’t leaving me!” Paula said through clinched teeth.
John stuck out his tongue teasingly and scampered to safety leaving Paula at their mercy.
“Paula, I need your help. The reception venue fell through and I’d like you to help me choosing another one.” Lisa said.
“Sure, send me the site links and I’ll give you may opinion.”
Lisa reached for her lighter. “No, we’re driving down to Pensacola next week,”
“We’re making a weekend of it.” Stacy added and ran off to flirt with Shawn.
“Ah, sorry but I can’t make it. Sergeant Hale is sending us to DC next week.” Paula said trying to disguise the elation in her voice. “Maybe next time.”
Lisa narrowed her eyes. “Next time my ass. You dread all of this wedding shit.”
“Who me? Noooo, I love this endless wedding BS. I can’t think of a better way to spend my weekend.” She oozed sarcasm.
“Whatever,” Lisa laughed. “I’m sick of it to.”
Charlie returned to the table.
“Are you leaving?” Paula asked him.
“Yeah, I have to finish those databases for Tony.”
“Wait up, I’ll walk out with you.” She drank the last of her wine and said her goodbyes.
Back at Paula’s house, they settled in to their normal routine: Charlie working in Paula’s office and Paula catching up on work in bedroom. Before long they were in bed, Paula’s head burrowed into his chest. There was rain patting down softly in the darkness: It made Paula think on the unknown Vet lying out there alone under a heap of fresh turned dirt. She wished it were spring rain; at least then there would be flowers around him.
I must seem like a cold unpromising bitch, her thoughts replayed her words from their earlier conversation, as she wiggled against him.
Attributing her clinginess and goose bumps to the cold, Charlie rubbed Paula’s arms.
“Did you finish the databases?” Paula yawned.
“Yeah, I imported the last SQL tables and ran a couple of reports—the numbers appeared now we need the client to verify the numbers are correct.” He brushed her hair back. “What was the whole “light on” comment about earlier? Where you trying to turn me on?
Paula kissed his chest. “Did it work?”
Charlie answered by taking her hand and sliding it between them and placing it over his hard cock.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She braced herself for his attack but it didn’t come.
He began tracing his fingers down her neck, on her back, across her hips. He shifted and began kissing in the same places he’d touched. It was pure pleasure.
Blurred with want, Paula relaxed under his touch. She’d never found this comfort before; never felt she could trust someone like this. Never before had being completely naked with a man made her feel comfortable and even sexy. His gentleness disarmed her and left her questioning everything she’d thought certain of their relationship. Was he about to make love to her or was he simply exhausted from the emotional draining day? She could handle his exhaustion however making love was out of the question. His love would strip her bare and that she couldn’t have.
She lay on her stomach, his lips and hands trailing down every curve. He teased her just a little, kissing her long and softly, touching her all over as if he couldn’t get enough, releasing her from the binds of insecurity. He could have devoured her every ‘imperfection’; it was intoxicating. He wanted to savor every moment, every kiss, every look, and every sigh. He wanted her to breathe him.
His rough yet tender hands explored her body in earnest. His mouth pleased her in ways no one ever had, she’d never been so satisfied—and he hadn’t touch her pussy. Paula shivered with orgasm when she heard the telltale rustling of the foil package being opened. She whimpered as she felt his thick cock slide between her thighs immediately finding its home deep inside of her. Paula bit the pillow beneath her head as she exploded
from the impact of being filled to her limit. Though she was still sore from their week long fuckfest, Paula winced and eagerly accepted the pain and offered her body to him.
Charlie’s strokes were long and firm. Paula immediately found herself riding the magnificent wave between pleasure and pain. His swollen head drove into her; his cock touching places that no one else had ever touched. Her g-spot was taking quite a bruising and she loved every second of it.
“Charlie!” she screamed.
He leaned down to her shoulder. “Do you want me to stop?” His cock made wet noises as he pump.
“No,” she begged she orgasm claimed her. “No, don’t ever stop fucking me,” She could hardly hold her screams in. “Oh, God. Right there.” She came in streaming waves with such force and power that she soaked him with her juices. She trembled and moaned as he slowed his pace. She was sure this was what he wanted: To leave her sore the next day and aching for even more of his cock.
Charlie rolled onto his back and tugged on her arms. “Ride me.” This, his favorite position, allowed him the opportunity to watch her expressions as she straddles him, to watch her sliding easily onto his amazing cock. The stamina of this woman amazes him. Time after time she gave him exactly what he needed, and satisfied him like none before. “Damn baby, ride it.” He groans his cock sliding in and out with his hands on her waist and his jaw tense with passion. Paula had an incredible and unique way of always pleases him, but this time it was different. He couldn’t get enough of her. His head back, her pussy tight around his cock, her hips undulating atop him, Charlie came and came…screamed and moaned.
She called out to him; her orgasm wrenched her body forward until she lay shivering on his chest, in his arms and under his loving protection. It was in that moment that she was overcome with emotion. All the fear of a lifetime left. She trusted him, believed in him.
She believed in herself. She could love him.