Free Fraternizing by C.C. Brown Page B

body seemed to
be rushing to my clit, making it nearly impossible to continue standing there
holding on to what little self-control I had left.
    He placed his
lips on my neck, the moist plumpness thrilling every inch of me with the
boldness of the move. He gently skimmed, sending prickles all over my skin. My
breathing picked up, and I shut my eyes, hoping I could reign myself back in,
but that wasn't happening. I was falling deeper and deeper into the trap that
this man seemed to have set for me, and I wanted him to just take me. I wanted
him to forget about all of the boundaries and just make good on the desire that
we were both withholding from one another.
    "You won't
do it again because I said you won't, and I can already tell the effect I have
over your mind and body whenever I say anything to you," he huskily
whispered, further weakening my already fragile hold on self-control.
    His answer was
certainly not what I had in mind.
    I had no
response.
    I stood there,
awestruck and yearning, hoping he would throw caution to the wind and rip my
clothes from my body and lay into me.
    That didn't
happen either.
    Instead, his
hand made its way to my hip and gently slid up my torso, stopping in between my
breasts. His lips were still gently placed on my neck, expelling small breaths
that were working to unravel what little composure I seemed to have left. My head
drifted back to meet his and I ever so softly placed my hand on his, guiding it
over my now rock hard breasts that desperately wanted to be licked, sucked, and
manhandled. I felt his cock spring to life and just as I reached back with my
free hand to grab it, Angelica's voice startled us out of our moment.
    "Yeah, I'll
see you tomorrow," she called out, just before stepping into the room. Her
eyes were full of suspicion, looking from me to Sgt. Cruz, then back to me
again.
    Luckily, he had
moved ever so slightly away from me, and I grabbed the first thing I saw and
acted as if I were still stacking things back into my wall locker.
    Sgt. Cruz
cleared his throat. "Make sure you keep your wall locker secured whenever
you are out of the room, you understand that?"
    "Yes, Sgt.
Cruz," I answered feebly, making Angelica narrow her eyes at me.
    I watched him
stride toward the door, his big, strong hands dangling on the side of him
before he placed his cover on his head just as he made his way outside. I
swallowed hard, amazed that we had done what we had done without a care in the
world for the burdensome consequences that could have followed our getting
caught.
    Angelica sat
down on her bed, her lips puckered as she watched me move about the room. I
didn't want to look at her, not because I was afraid of what she might have to
say, but because I couldn't wipe the smile from my face at the thought of what
took place, and what could have taken place, had we been in a different
location with more time. As much as I knew that our interaction could cost both
of us greatly, I was knee deep with longing, needing to get a taste of Sgt.
Cruz to crush that feeling.

    Friday morning
came with little to no sleep. Flashbacks of Sgt. Cruz's hands and lips enticing
my body were all I saw every time I closed my eyes, and I showered at least
twice in the middle of the night, trying desperately to calm the urge to have
him inside of me long after he left.
    I had planned to
do a cram session for our first test that was scheduled for today, but that
never happened. Every word I read from the manuals was read to me in his voice,
sending me to a place that rendered me mindless. I knew for certain that the
only way to get things back on track would be for us to finally fulfill what we
both wanted so badly. But with that, and the rules of the Marine Corps, came an
entirely different set of problems.
    I awoke from
about two hours of sleep, quickly making my way to the bathroom and washing my
face, hoping to appear well rested even though I was quite the opposite. Angelica
must have been up early because