Page 10 of The Soldier Next Door
Oh my god, there’s a full-size drawing of me! My features are slightly exaggerated, but I can absolutely tell that it is me. What I can’t take my eyes off of is the fact that I’m topless. Brody’s drawn me with my voluptuous breasts swinging freely. In the picture, I’m sitting with my legs open with just a tiny thong covering my womanhood. Long locks of hair drape all over my shoulders, and in the drawing, I’m looking directly at the reader and blowing a kiss. He’s shaded my cheeks to show how flushed I can be when I’m aroused.
“Holy shit! Is this how he sees me?” I whisper breathlessly. Looking at this drawing, I instantly get turned on again. I imagine Brady’s strong hands scooping up all of me and carrying me into his house. Once inside, I see him gazing into my eyes, before seizing my lips with his own. We’re swept up in a passionate kiss even as he strokes my body, making me purr.
These X-rated thoughts overwhelm me. I fall onto my back in my bed and push my hand down my panties. I’m soaking wet and my hand sinks into my soft warmth. I rub my clit, slowly at first, imagining Brady here with me, and inhaling his masculine scent. As I imagine him touching me and sliding his hand down my terry cloth shorts, I move my hand in smaller, faster circles. A rippling sensation begins in my core, as my toes curl and my back arches.
In my imagination, I see Brady picking me up and walking me to the bed, sitting me on his lap. He gently slides me down on topof him and then eases all of himself inside of me. The stretch is delightful, and I moan a bit with pain as he allows me to adjust. Then, he does this again over and over, easing in and out. Facing each other, he fills me up, and we move in unison, rhythmically grinding back and forth, faster and faster. He pulls me close until we both climax at the same time, me shuddering in his strong grasp. This final thought pushes me over the edge, and I orgasm, my entire body stricken with pleasure that pulses all the way down to my toes.
I run my hand up and down my mound, feeling how wet I am from nothing but Brady. I feel so relieved, but like I’m still missing something. I feel like a vegetarian, full but never completely satisfied. I know that I want him and that Ineedall of him. There’s no question in my mind: I’ll wait for Brady no matter how long it takes.
When I come back down from my erotic exploration, I run over to my desk and furiously begin writing him another letter, this one even steamier than the last one. When I’m satisfied with the note, I spritz it with a small puff of my vanilla perfume.
Then I go to my dresser and set up my camera. I decide to be even bolder this time. I’m going to give Brady Firestone something he can’t resist and a sly smile crosses my face as I begin to click the shutter.
6
Brady
“Firestone, don’t forget that it’s your turn to clean the bathroom asshole,” Burt Keiser, another guy that lives in the same barrack as me, yells when I walk through the door.
“Hey man, I just got done with an overnight shift. Can you fuck off until I get some rest?” I ask tensely.
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Calm down, just giving you a hard time. I’ll have one of the newbs do it. You’ve earned your stripes to get out of bathroom duty.”
“Yeah you do that,” I tell him shortly, walking past him to my room.
I walk to my room after another stressful day. I’m relieved that my roommate is gone so I can be alone in peace. But the only thing that can help me get over this awful mood is a note from Susie. It’s been a little over a week since I last heard from her. I know it was reckless sending her that note and that drawing, but I wanted her to know how sexy I think she is.
Right before I sit on my bed, there’s a heavy knock at the door. I snatch it open, “I TOLD YOU TO FUC-…oh hey, buddy. What’s up?”
There’s a young, red haired soldier standing in front of me, looking terrified. I apologize.
“I’m sorry I thought you were – never mind, did you need something?”
“Sir, you have a package,” he says quickly, sticking out a box, similar to the one Susie sent me last time.
I smile, seeing the care package in his hands.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I say, taking the box from him. The young soldier dashes away quickly and I close the door, already lost in thought.
Holy shit, it’s finally here. I am so excited to see what Susie has for me this time. I keep dreaming of her, and it’s the only thing keeping me sane in the middle of this godawful war.
I have no idea what this girl is doing to me, but I can’t get her out of my mind. I keep thinking and dreaming about her voluptuous hourglass figure. How I want to run my tongue all over every inch of her milky white skin and taste her. How I yearn to smell her vanilla scent up close as her hair falls in my face, teasing me to pull it ever so slightly. I want to be rough with her, but at the same time treat her like a delicate flower.
I open her new care package to see what is in store for me. The first thing I see is a Ziplock baggie of homemade rice krispy treats. I open the baggie and take in their delicious, sweet smell. I take one out and bite into it, and then pull out the bag and toss it carelessly behind me, looking for a hidden treasure at the bottom of the package.
This time, there’s a pink envelope buried at the bottom of the packing material. I pick it up and see my name scrawled in her beautiful, slanted cursive handwriting.
I slide out the pink note and take a deep breath. Her vanilla scent is all over this letter, just as it was the last one. Again, there’s another Polaroid enclosed, and it falls out face down onto my lap. My cock twitches, but I leave it there so I can read the letter first.
Dear Brady,
You’re right. You should no longer call me “Kid” because I’m anything but, and I’m so ready to show you. I play with myself every night because what I feel for you is just too unbearable. Trust me, I will absolutely wait for you and so will my cookie. I have to confess that no one else has eaten my cookie before so you’ll have it all to yourself. You’re my first customer, as the saying goes. Does that turn you on?
XOXO,
Your Susie
My Susie? This is new and uncharted territory for me. Never has a woman told me that they are mine. Yet, it feels right. She’s innocent and untouched, and the possessive fits our situation. I want her, and no man will get to touch her but me.
