“Damn,” her eyes closed, her head fell back, her mouth opened in a low moan. Her hip rolled slightly bringing him in; she rubbed her clit and concentrated on her own pleasure and fulfillment while his penis and his voice filled her head. She played with her clit with his cock moving inside her. A part of her felt Charlie was eavesdropping on her most intimate moments, but there was a lot of her that didn’t give a damn. “Please,” she pleaded, unable to filter her words. “I want to cum for you. Faster.” Her fingers circled her clit with greater urgency. Her chest rose and fell with each thrust. Her pussy tightened around him as her orgasm grow.


“That’s it, Paula.” His gentle yet jagged voice drifted over her as she withered under him. Their gasps and groans filled the room, neither was truly aware of the noises they were creating. Only Paula’s desires held any value and he planned on fulfilling all her needs. “I love watching you like this, knowing my cock is getting you off.” He voice came heavy and demanding. “Seeing you rub your pussy while I fuck you. Watching your breasts move, listening to you cry and groan and knowing no other man will ever know your body the way I do.”


A sharp gasp escaped her lips. “I want you.” Her hips rose.


He gave a light chuckle. “You have me.” His thrusts increased in time with Paula’s rubbing hand.


“I need….” She struggled.


He plunged deeper. “Tell me, Paula. Tell me what you need and I’ll give you everything you want.”


Spasms careened through her and she cried out, “Deeper. Harder. Faster.”


Charlie complied—as if he wouldn’t. Paula’s pussy throbbed, pulsated and pulled at him.


“Ooohhh!” a sudden hoarse moan erupted from deep within her as an agonizingly slow orgasm gripped her. “Oh gooodd, Charlie!” She trembled as her orgasm seized her pussy, squeezing his cock as he drove harder, only stopping when she was spent.


He loved the sight of her juices streaming over him; it was a glistening testament of his penile prowess. “How many did you have?”


“Four…no, five. I lost count.” Her voice was raspy with satisfaction. “You didn’t cum.”


“No, it wasn’t about my gratification,” He smiled. “Now it’s my turn. I need you to beg me.” She pouted, but he knew how much she loved it. “Turn over, on all fours.”


Paula eagerly complied. Positioned behind her, Charlie’s hands massaged down her back. A shudder, then a groan ran through her when she felt his wet tongue lick the back of her right thigh and then the inside of her left. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks arousing her to a state of tense anticipation. Her ass leapt from his smack and she spread her legs slightly, exposing herself to his roaming hands. She felt one finger dancing up and down her soaking wet slit, and another move to her nipple, caressing it between two fingers. Paula went into sensory overload with images of Charlie kneeling behind her, her pussy eagerly awaiting his command, anticipating his punishment, needing his affirmation.


“Charlie, I need to cum.”


“I want you to ride my face.” He moved into position, her legs straddling his head. He looked up into her eyes—then she closed them.


Ohhh fuuucck!” she screamed as he cupped her ass bringing her pussy down to meet his mouth. She spread her legs wider giving him full control. His tongue licked slow broad strokes over her lips; lapping, teasing, tasting her wetness, and trailed its way to her clit. “Lick it. Lick my clit.” she ran her fingers through his hair moving her clit over his tongue. She rose slightly on her knees angling herself for his assault. With feather light flicks on her clit in steady rhythm with his juicy sucks, he quickly brought her to heel.


“Charlie, you’re gonna make me cum,” She warned of her encroaching orgasm, watching his pink tongue lapping and sucking at her girlie bits; helpless to stop his hands guiding her pussy over his mouth, right where he wanted her. Electricity shook her legs as his moaning and slurping vibrated against her thighs. “Damn it, Charlie, right there. Right there,” she gripped his hair, her eyes glued to his: completely overwhelmed by his pitch perfect sucking of her clit. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she yelled stroking herself over his mouth, speaking utter nonsense and panting heavily.


In time Charlie and positioned himself behind her, hard cock between her thighs, rubbing the length of her slit, playing with her juices. He leaned over her. “You look so weak and vulnerable—I love taking you like this: hard, rough and greedy, doing you as I please.” His cock moved slowly between her lips and pulled out with an audible suck. “Do you know why?” Paula couldn’t answer; she was on the threshold of cumming again. Her hand massaged her clit awaiting Charlie’s fullness. “It’s because you like it and no other man will ever get you off the way I do,” he eased his cock in an inch at a time until it reached its hilt.


“ooohh!” Paula’s walls clenched around him, her body went ridged as her orgasm milked the shit out of his cock. “Fuck, that’s good” she pushed against him. “Damn it Charlie!” she protested when he grabbed hair and pulled her head back, but she loved it.


“Do you like that?”


She doesn’t answer and he pulls her hair tighter.


“Say it!” His thrust quickens, the smack of his flanks against her thighs grew more intense with each thrust. His thickness drove deeper and deeper into her body. Paula’s legs gave way. He pulled her back to her knees. “Say it, Paula.”


“Yes,” she struggled for words. “I love it when you’re forceful with me.”


He gave a lustful grin. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He grabbed her hips and roughly thrashed into her, his own climax approaching. He groaned loudly as he shot his hot cum into her clenching pussy, convulsing until she milked every drop triggering another orgasm for her. He leaned forward and kissed her back, his hands move up to squeeze her breasts—his forehead rested against her back as they both tried to catch their breath.


“Oh my goodness.” Paula cooed.


“You can say that again.”



                                         ******



Paula and Charlie stormed into the office and hour and a half late after being detained at the gate by base security. The office was abuzz with activity. The wall mounted plasma screens displaying the military installation alert status, which normally flashed green, flashed orange.


“What’s going on?” Charlie questioned Shawn.


“Some code breaker on the Arabian Peninsula intercepted a suspicious conversation and we’re at THREATCON: ‘Charlie’ until further notice.”


“That’s what took us so long at the gate? A freakin’ wire tap?” Stacy said with irritation.


Charlie and Shawn exchanged knowing glances; both understood the gravity of the situation. Paula’s nerves unraveled. She logged into her laptop and waited for news with the others. They didn’t have to wait very long. Within minutes, Colonel Robin Wilson and Major Steven Teasdale called the room to attention.


“One of our Navel vessels, the USS Cole, has been attacked by a suicide bomber while refueling in Yemen,” Col. Wilson said firmly. “We have sustained causalities however the number has not been confirmed,” she looked across the sea of troops and civilians like a worried mother would her children. “We have Airmen in the area who are unaccounted for at this time. Sgt. Tony Nivison, Airmens’ Shane Turman, and Harley Nix are….” She stopped. “We will find them.” She turned and left.


Major Teasdale called the higher ranking brass and Enlisted into the Fusion Center for debriefing. A nervous hush fell over the room. The plasma screen flashed red. Three of their own were missing. The ladies looked for Lisa but she was nowhere to be found. Surely she was aware of Tony’s disappearance by now. They checked every unlocked office, the restrooms and the kitchen, still no Lisa. Paula snatched the keys to Frank’s office from Jeanette’s desk when she wasn’t looking. Paula turned on the light and there in full uniform Lisa lay curled on the sofa in the fetal position staring off into space.


Paula raised Lisa’s head into her lap and rubbed her shoulders. There were no words passed between them—there wasn’t a need. Lisa knew the drill from a logical stand point, but she needed Paula’s strength for the emotional one. As always, Paula was there, steadfast and consoling. Lisa inhaled deeply and sobbed quietly. Tess poked her head through the door. Paula urged her out. A few minutes later she returned sliding a cup of water and tissues through the door and left just as quietly as she came.


“Are Paula and Lisa in there?” Paula heard Stephanie ask Tess.


“Oh no,” Tess lithely lied. “I’ve checked. No one is in there. We’d better check downstairs.”


“Tess is a good person.” Lisa proclaimed softly.


“She means well.”


“Thank you for being here, Paula.”


“Where else would I be?” 



                               ******



“What’s wrong?” Paula asked watching Charlie push his dinner around his plate. She stared at the ghostly white impassive face across the table and her gut filled with trepidation. “What is it?”


Charlie dropped his fork. “I’m volunteering to serve six months in Saudi.” He said flatly.


Paula’s apprehension turned to anger. “The hell you are.”


“I knew that would be your reaction.”


“Of course it’s my reaction! What are you thinking, Charlie?!” she stormed off to the kitchen.


Charlie looked to the ceiling and sighed. “I’m doing what’s best and I’m asking for your support.”


“Best for whom?” she returned clearing his dish.


He followed her into the kitchen. “I’m doing what’s best for us.”


She flung the dishes in the sink with a loud clatter. “How is voluntarily putting yourself in harms way going to benefit us?!” she fought to compose herself. “I won’t let you.”


“It’s my job, Paula!”


“I don’t care! You’re on a three year controlled tour. They won’t allow you to leave.”


“They took Tony.”


“That’s different!”


“No, it’s not! Tony and I are the same rank with the same level of security access,” Charlie pointed out. “The only reason he was chosen for the Johnston Atoll tour was because I’d just returned from TDY! I could have been in his shoes!”


“But you’re not, Charlie! Let someone else go.”


Charlie threw his arms up. “Who else? Shawn? John? Rich? They’ve all volunteered—they saw the writing on the wall! I’m the only one left!”


“I want you home with me!”


He took her by the shoulders and stared straight into her eyes. “Would you rather me volunteer for six months or have them take me for a year?! Because that’s what’s gonna happen if I don’t volunteer!” Under his powerful grasp, Paula came unglued and he pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry, Paula. I have to go.” Her tears soaked through his shirt and seared his chest.


“They don’t deserve you.”




                                          ******



Within days Charlie was gone and Paula was alone. She’d always thought of herself as being stronger than Lisa and better able to cope with the absence of her sufficient other. Yet in the days, weeks and months to followed she was anything but. She distracted herself with work, Sarah who’d been left in her care, and the arrival of Lisa’s baby.


The arrival of the baby…it went as smoothly as driving down the side of a mountain with the emergency brake on.


Lisa, Paula and Sarah were piled in Lisa’s bed when Lisa awoke with stabbing pains and wetness seeping from her girlie bit. These weren’t the first pains of the day rather the only ones she’d thought to share with Paula. Mo readied the car, Stacy readied Lisa and Sarah and Paula readied her guts—heaving their contents into the toilet. Paula shook off her nerves like a boxer going into round one of a heavyweight fight and joined the others in the car. After dropping Sarah off at Stephanie’s house, they were on their way.


At the hospital Lisa pulled a ‘Michigan J. Frog’ and appeared completely at ease when doctors and nurses examined her; no pains at all. However as soon as the medical staff left the room she went into full childbirth mode…again. Soon enough the staff catch on to her shenanigans and placed her on the monitor to track her progress.


Four hours went by. Everyone’s nerves were fried. Lisa fought like hell not to have the baby; at one point she crossed her ankles and refused to open her legs.


“Lisa, what the hell are you doing? Push this damn baby out or I’ll pull it out with my bare hands!” Paula warned.


“Stop threatening me!” Lisa cried.


Paula grabbed Lisa’s ankles and tried to pull them apart.


“Noo!!” Lisa screamed.


Mo hustled Paula away before they drew the attention of the staff.


Stacy sat in a chair, nauseous, her arms clenched her stomach, and she rocked back and forth and repeated, “Oh God!” like a repentant schoolgirl.


“Lisa, you have to have this baby.” Mo said calmly while holding Paula back from clawing Lisa. “When the doctors return, you have to uncross your legs.”


“No, I don’t,” she folded her arms and pouted.


“Lisa, please,” Stacy pleaded. “I can’t take this. I’m gonna be sick.” She headed for the door passing Tess on the way out.


“Whoa, what’s going on in there?” Tess asked.


Stacy gave a long queasy sigh. “They’re fighting again.”


“Are you trying to piss me off, Lisa?” Paula said still struggling behind Mo.


“I’m not trying to piss you off. I’m scared!” Lisa shouted as Tess sat beside her in bed.


“Are you afraid of the pain?” Tess rubbed Lisa’s stomach. “You should be. It’s gonna hurt like hell. I say get it over with.”


“Thanks Tess. You’re a ray of sunshine.” Mo said.


“Lisa, sweetie,” Paula attempted to sound rational. “The doctors have drugs—good drugs there’ll make the pain go “puff”.”


“No drugs.” Lisa tried to sit up but the pain overtook her and forced her flat again.


“Well give me the drugs!” Paula demanded. “I need something to calm my nerves.”




After two hours of feeding Lisa ice chips laced with a light sedative the doctors finally pried her legs apart. They were all there in some capacity: Tess filmed the occasion and gave friends and family regular updates; Stacy, green about the gills, lay on the sofa behind a curtain of ten med students gathered to observe the birth; and Paula, now composed, stood with Mo and helped Lisa heave little Connor James into the world at 8:06am.


CJ’s father may not have been in attendance but there was no doubt he was loved. Surrounded by his overprotective Aunties, his first images were sent half way around the world to his daddy.