How are you? I wish I could say that I’m well, but things are hard. Aside from missing you, everything about Afghanistan is hell. Sometimes I wonder how our lives would be different if I had accepted a scholarship to play football or baseball, instead of enlisting. But then I think about how I love serving my country and how I know I’m protecting you and think that I need to kick my own ass for second-guessing my career choice. I know it’s only months until I can see you again, but when you break down the hours, it seems like forever.
I love you, Babe.
Love, Archer
“You kept them all?”
“Yeah. I had them in a box in the attic and something just told me I needed to bring them out.”
Hey Babe,
I just left your room and can’t stop thinking about what we just did. If your father knew, he’d kill me, but damn it if that wasn’t the hottest, sexiest moment of my life.
“This one,” I say, holding up the letter. “Do you remember this night?”
Ryley leans into me and looks at the letter. Her breasts brush against my arm and are on full display for my bugged out eyes. I swallow hard and will the sensation growing in my shorts to go away. Tonight is not the night for a serious session of dry humping, even if it’s what I want.
“Oh, I remember,” she says, leaning into me more instead of moving away from me.
“Me too. It was my last night home before my orders came in. You still had to graduate so you couldn’t come with me. I hated that. We had dinner with your mom and dad, but you had a curfew and I respected that. I truly did. But that night I was sitting in my room thinking about you and I needed you. It wasn’t some chance to blow my nut or to just have sex. My body needed yours in a way I can’t describe. I was never more thankful for the training I had until that night, when I climbed the tree by your window and landed on your roof without waking your dad.
“You wanted me just as bad. I remember your little whimpers as we kissed and how your back arched off the hardwood floor when I entered you. Making love to you that night was the most intense feeling in my life. I don’t know if it was the danger, or fact that our lips never left each other. Every moan, every gasp and every inhale, we shared as one.” As I’m recounting this night, her fingers trail over my body. Her fingers trace the outline of my muscles. Goosebumps rise in their wake, making the hair on my arms stand at attention. I look at her and it’s a mistake because I want her more than ever. Ryley’s eyes are hooded and full of lust. Her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth. It’s her sign, and one I am very familiar with. I swallow hard and continue retelling a story that she knows as well as I do.
“I got on that bus the next morning a changed man. I knew deep in my heart that no one would ever compare to you. That no one else would ever own my heart and soul. That night you branded me as yours.” The entire time I’m recounting this story, I can’t stop staring at her. I silently hope that what I say will remind her how we feel about each other and she will finally make a decision... the only decision as far as I’m concerned.
I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
“I couldn’t believe that we did that, on the floor no less, with my parents down the hall.”
I laugh and pick up a few more letters. “I think your dad would still kill me if he ever found out. You should probably hide that letter a little better.” I read a few more, each one bringing back a different memory until I can’t take it anymore. Sitting next to her and reading about the things I want to do to her is causing a serious problem for me.
“I’m going to go,” I tell her as I attempt to stand, but she grabs my hand, holding me in place.
“Don’t go.”
I shake my head. “Ryley,” I say sighing, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been with you and reading these letters, and remembering that night… I just… I really need to go.” I’m having an internal battle with myself and it’s taking everything in me to stop from just putting my heart on the line and telling her how I feel, how I can’t take the wait anymore. But if I let my walls down now, will I push her away too soon? As much as I want to stay, as much as I want to be with her, I know I can’t push her so it’s best for me to leave before I do something I’ll end up regretting.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asks quietly, her hand still holding on to my arm.
I want to roll my eyes because she knows that I’ll do anything for her, all she has to do is ask. “Anything, babe.”
“Choose me.”
“Wh… What?” I say, my voice cracking.
Ryley gets up on her knees and places her hands, cast and all, on my cheeks. “Choose me. Choose EJ. Choose the life we were supposed to have. Choose to live in our house and raise our son together.”
“Wait... I don’t understand. I thought that you and N–”
Her lips cut off my sentence. All it takes is the gentle brush of her lips across mine, and I’m a mess. I chase her lips, making the kiss more forceful as I work to make my mark on her mouth. I pull her down on me so that she’s straddling my lap and push my erection into her flimsy shorts. I hiss as she grinds against me, and the ache in my balls grows increasingly painful. I push her off slightly, and am rewarded with the look of pure need as her eyes travel from mine, to my lips, to the rock hard bulge straining against my shorts, and back again. I’ve seen this look before, it’s the same one she gave me that night in her room, the same one she’s given me each time I’ve returned from deployment or a team mission. But right now, I’m really trying not to rush into anything. Not now. Not our first time in six years.
“Ryley, please,” I plead with her. We’ve had some pretty heavy make-out sessions and one epic dry humping performance, but I’m on the edge about to explode. “I’m not gonna lie, babe, you’re so fucking sexy.” I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh.
She smiles shyly, biting her lip as she pulls her tank top over her head, giving an absolutely clear sign of what she wants.
“Fucking hell, Ry. You’re making this really hard.” My words are caught in my throat as she presses down on my erection. The eighteen year old in me returns, remembering the first time we made love. The roles are reversed now with me being unsure. It’s been so long, I’m afraid of making a mistake, but if I don’t touch her soon I’m going to die. Without taking my eyes off her until I have no choice I kiss along her collarbone until I reach the valley of her breasts.
Ryley leans back slightly, giving me the space I need. My fingers trail over her skin, watching it pebble. Cupping her glorious breasts in my hands, she rocks against me. I lean forward and let my tongue taste her first before pulling her puckered nipple into my mouth. Once I get a taste, it’s not enough.