She did what she had to do, and took care of her own needs. It's such a cliche, a soldier going off to war, and the girl he loves that stays behind gets bored and fucks the bad boy down the street. But she didn't even have the courtesy to send me a 'Dear John letter', letting me know, or let me move on with my life. Even when she started fucking him before I ever deployed. Nothing. She just left.
The thought that kills me, more than anything else, is all those times I was crouched in those bunkers, under fire, wondering if that day would be my last. I thought about dying. Even... thought about doing it myself sometimes." His shoulders drooped in resignation, clearly so difficult to admit. "I would try to think of reasons not to do it, and she would come to my mind. She was my world." Caelin's voice quieted a little, as he brought himself to the crux. His voice shook, trying desperately not to lose it.
"In those blackest of times, she was the reason I didn't blow my brains out. But right at those same moments, she was fucking his brains out."
His words hung heavy in the quiet night air like death itself, a thick black cloud.
"It was a lie. It was all a lie. What I was relying on to draw strength, and keep going, stay alive, wasn't real. And I didn't even know it." Caelin sighed, pursed his lips, and shook his head slowly in disgusted thought. "But you know what? ...and I don't expect you to understand this. But as fucked up as I am, even with everything that happened, all the pain, all the death, if today I could go back over there, back into combat, I'd go in a heartbeat. What we did over there, was real. We had a purpose. And my guys and I, we had each other. Everything else was secondary.
Betty... well, she just... broke my heart. Crushed me to pieces and destroyed me, while I was burning in hell. I refuse to be a victim, so I'm taking the pain and moving on." He looked down, sighing deeply, blowing out his breath through puffed cheeks, jaw quivering. Then there was prolonged silence. Kelly wanted to make sure he was finished.
Her turn. Kelly spoke loudly, forceful and angry. Her eyes flashed with lightning, her cheeks flushed with a fiery redheaded temper.
"FUCK.
HER!"
Caelin looked up in surprise, as she continued, furious. "SCREW THAT. She can go fuck herself. There will always be women who will claim to respect and support people in the military, but then when it comes to crunch time, when they're really needed, they run off and show what they're really made of. You can't claim to love someone if you aren't able to show respect."
Kelly moved to him with a purpose, kneeling in front of him, lifting his head with her hand to look him in the eye. "Caelin, you don't need her, or any cunt that like in your life. You, sir, of all people, deserve so much better than that. A real woman doesn't abandon a man like that, no matter how she feels or what's going on."
Moving deliberately, Kelly took the glass out of Caelin's hands and set it back down on the coffee table behind her. She then leaned forward, holding his hands, looking into his hazel brown eyes. She took on a sultry, slutty voice, tantalizingly raising one eyebrow and speaking with a purpose. "Let me show you how a real woman takes care of a man when he's in need."
Kelly sat back onto her heels, and traced her fingers along the lapels of her robe. She pulled it apart ever so slightly, so it fell open down the middle in front, showing her ample freckled cleavage, her soft, pale stomach. As her fingers ran across the edge of the material, it opened further, revealing her navel, her trimmed bush. Kelly slowly leaned back against the coffee table, placing the palm of her right hand on her chest. She then turned her hand so her fingers pointed downwards, and smoothly slid her palm south, through her cleavage, pushing the exposed edges of her breasts apart, over her stomach and navel. Kelly's fingers glided over her exposed sex, and then inside her thigh, putting on a show for Caelin.
You had to give the girl credit. She sure knew how to change the mood. Kelly slowly gyrated her body while kneeling, as if dancing for him. She turned her head to the side, grabbed her robe lapels, and pulled them off her shoulders. Her robe fully opened, revealing her pale, nude body. She let the robe slide down her arms and back, still only on her forearms, the robe dropping behind her onto the coffee table and her heels. Kelly flipped her hair with a flick of her head, letting her long red hair fall on her right shoulder. She tilted her face downwards, to look at her body, and began to rub her own large breasts. Then she lifted only her eyes, to peek at Caelin from below her brow, biting her lower lip in a slutty tease. She was transforming into the object of desire for him.
Kelly arched her back, confidently displaying her naked figure, fondling and squeezing handfuls of fair tit flesh. Her hands explored her own body, caressing and skimming her palms over her fair skin. Her left hand grabbed one breast and pulled it up to her own mouth, where she stuck out her tongue and swirled it around her pert nipple, becoming hard and erect. Then she took the nipple into her mouth, sucking and pulling on it with her red lips. At the same time, her right hand pushed between her knelt and somewhat spread legs, drifting up her thighs and touching herself.
At that moment, she became the most beautiful woman in the world, a confident goddess, seducing with erotic allurement. She moaned, getting wet. Kelly leaned, bending her back over the coffee table to rest her upper body on it, naked tits pointed at the sky, having Caelin watch as she stroked herself, fingers wet with her own lubrication, rubbing over and through her pussy. She swirled her moist fingertips over her clit in circles, pushing through her red pubic hair. Her other delicate fingers pinched a hard nipple. But this was only the introductory warm-up act for him. The full show would have to wait for another time.
Having gotten both of them started, Kelly sat up again on her heels, dropping the robe the rest of the way from her forearms behind her so she was entirely naked, kneeling before Caelin. She used her body as a presented gift, knowing that he would love seeing her like this, no matter what she looked like. She not only felt more self-confident in this knowledge, with her own body image, but enjoyed the insight she saw in his beautiful eyes, that the sight of her pleased him. That she turned him on. The more she gave to him, the better she felt, and the more confident she became, which pleased him even more along with her own bettered state, in a continuous uplifting cycle. This wasn't necessarily typically like her, but with him, she was learning and growing as a person, understanding herself and who she wanted to be.
Kelly reached up and opened the blanket he had wrapped around his body, resting it on his outer arms. Then, as she had done with her own body, she slid her palms down his torso, touching him and caressing him. This was her man, and she was going to show him how a woman truly took care of her master. She felt his chest hair under her hands, his muscles, as she touched and connected with him, giving copious human contact. She could feel his obvious inner pain under her fingers, even if it hadn't been so obviously displayed. Kelly's large, juicy breasts skimmed his knees as he sat still, letting her explore and lavish his body.
Kelly tipped her head to the side, her long red hair falling on her shoulder, and rubbed his upper legs thoughtfully. Then she hooked her hands behind his knees and tugged a bit, for him to slide forward and slouch backwards against the couch, putting his butt closer to the edge. She gently pushed his knees apart, moving her body seductively between his legs and leaned in, noting that he was quite erect. She kissed up his legs, his inner thighs, his stomach, her lips lingering sensuously on his body, worshiping him.
Kelly took his penis into her hands, lovingly stroking him. With one hand, she pulled his cock against her soft tits and slowly stroked him, while she caressed his leg and torso with her other, looking deeply into his eyes with longing. She was so soft and gentle, adoring him as only a woman can.
His tip glistened with precum now, and she tilted his cock to rub the tip on her nipple, moving it slightly to spread his clear cream around her areola, lubricating her breast. Her hand glided up over the tip, feeling the slippery liquid on him and her nipple, the softness of his skin and her breast together.
