Any Soldier
by Lubrican
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Chapter Five
It was just natural for her to push him back on the bed and climb up
beside him, hugging him, kissing his cheeks as he tried to wipe his
eyes and face clean of tears.
"Stop," he complained.
"Why?" she asked petulantly.
"Because I'm mostly naked and I'm going to get a boner if you don't,"
he laughed.
"Ooooo, can I see?" she asked, looking at his shorts.
"And you say you never learned to flirt," he said.
"I think that's teasing," she said. "Teasing is different,
isn't it?"
"Not the outcome," he said. "If you want me to keep being a
good boy, you'd better let me get dressed again."
"Who says I want you to be a good boy?" she asked, pressing her breast
against his chest.
"Your mother does," he said. "What would she say if she saw
you acting like this?"
"She'd have a stroke," said Julia.
"Well there you go."
"My mother isn't here," said Julia, and put her hand on his
abdomen. She started sliding her hand towards the waistband
of his shorts. He grabbed her wrist.
"You don't know what you're doing," he gasped.
"That's what you said when you were sure I'd get all grossed out by
your scars," she said, pushing against his hand. She could
feel his tenseness, though. She stopped teasing him and
pulled her hand free. "Which, I might add, I was not."
She sat up. He lay beside her almost panting. She
looked at the front of his outrageous boxer shorts.
"Oh come on. Pleeeease? Can't I see it just for a
second?"
His hands jumped to cover the front of his boxers.
"I don't get this," he complained. "We hardly know each
other, but I'm pretty sure you're not the kind of woman who acts like
this a lot. And I'm pretty sure you're trying not to come on
to me, but sometimes you act like you are. I don't want to do
the wrong thing and screw things up, but I don't know what the right
thing is. What I'm sure about, though, is that I don't want
to hurt your feelings."
She leaned back.
"So you're not attracted to me, and you're afraid you'll hurt my
feelings if you say that." Her face drooped.
He looked shocked. "Hell no!" he gasped. "I am
attracted to you! I'm attracted to you like a mother
fu-" He cut himself off and frowned.
"Sorry. My language kind of got out of control over
there. I mean I really like you and I want to ..."
He stopped again and his cheeks darkened. With an effort he
finally got something else out. "Let's just say when I found out you
weren't my sister, I was really glad, Okay?"
"You're right," she said softly. "I don't act like
this.” She blinked. "Except with you."
"But we just met," he said.
"No," she corrected him. "I've known you for
months. I've wanted to be able to be with you and see you and
touch you for months. Your letters were so warm and caring,
and you were so nice to the children. It made you
irresistible to me."
They stared at each other.
"I don't know what to do," he sighed. "What should I do?" he asked.
She looked at his hands, still lying on top of his wildly colored
shorts. She didn't ask him to remove them, though.
"Well, I'd really like to figure out if you have a girlfriend or not,
because if you don't I want to apply for the position."
He blinked. "Wow," he said softly. "I hope I don't."
"Thank you," she said, feeling a thrill shoot through her
body. "That makes me feel good." She sat down on
her calves. "But the last thing I want to do is get you in
trouble with the Army, so I probably should leave tomorrow, before they
can find out I'm not your sister."
"But I don't want you to leave," he said mournfully.
Julia realized she was getting horny again.
"And maybe it would be best if you slept in the barracks tonight."
"So," he sighed. "You don't want me here."
"No, I do want you here," she said. "That's the
problem. But if you stay I'm not at all sure I can control
myself."
To get away from the bed, Bob suggested they take a walk. It
was chilly, but she'd brought a jacket, so it was no problem.
They walked, hand in hand, and slowly told each other their life's
story. She talked about where she'd grown up, and what school
was like, and how she'd been afraid she wouldn't be a good teacher, and
that the children wouldn't like her or listen to her. Student
teaching had resolved most of her fears, but she described walking into
her own classroom for the first time and seeing children arrive who
were now her students, as one of the most difficult things she'd ever
had to do.
"Now you've done something even harder," he quipped. "You've
stared at an amputee's stump."
"Actually, that wasn't hard at all," she said.
"You're kidding."
"Nope. If I hadn't known you it might have been
weird. But it was you, and I'm interested in everything about
you.
So he told her about Army life, in much more detail than his letters
had, and what he could remember that had come before that.
"I don't know how much I've forgotten," he said. "But I
remember more each day, so I'm not going to worry about it. I
do wish I could remember more about Claudia. I wish I could
get in touch with her."
"Maybe she wrote you letters too," suggested Julia. "Did you
keep your mail?"
"I think so," he said. "I don't actually remember keeping
them, but almost everybody reads letters over and over again.
Besides, I don't know what happened to my stuff after they put me on
the evac."
"Surely you can find that out," she said.
"Probably."
"Well, find out where your things are and see if you can get access to
it," she said. "There might be a letter with a return address
on it from her."
"That's a good idea," he said. "The lady at records said the
same thing, but somehow it sounds more hopeful when you say
it." He hugged her to him as they walked along.
"You know, if I didn't know your leg was missing I couldn't tell from
the way you walk," she observed.
"I used to have to think about every step," he said. "Now it
feels a little more natural I guess."
"We should do something tonight," she said, lifting up onto her toes in
a little jump.
"I thought I was staying in the barracks tonight," he said, smiling.
"Not that," she said, pushing him with her hip. "Go bowling,
or to a movie or something."
"I don't know if I could throw a bowling ball or not," he said.
"All right then," she said. "Dinner and a movie?"
"You're on," he said.
Movies appear on military installations months after they have finished
their runs in civilian theaters. Of the two choices they had
at the WRAMC theater, though, that didn't matter because neither of
them had seen either movie. They chose The Proposal, with
Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds.
Both loved it, but for different reasons. Bob loved it
because, for the first time since his injury, he felt relaxed and like
laughing was a normal thing to do. He also thought Sandra
Bullock was hot. Julia loved it because the chaos of the
relationship Margaret and Andrew were having on screen reminded her of
the chaos in her relationship with Bob. It also had a happy
ending, which fit with her own fantasy involving Bob.
It was dark when they left the theater, and much colder.
Neither was dressed for it and, since they had walked to both the
restaurant and theater, they were stuck, almost a mile from the Fisher
house she was staying in.
"Too bad I didn't bring my running adaptor," he said as they hurried
along. She had told him she normally ran at least two miles a
day.
"Have you ever tried running on your normal leg?"
"Seems odd that it really is my normal leg now," he said.
"You didn't answer the question," she said.
"Why would they give me an adaptor for running if I could run on my
walking leg?" he asked.
"You still haven't answered the question," she pointed out.
"No, I haven't tried running on this leg," he said.
"So try," she said. "What do you have to lose?"
It turned out there was something to lose, though he would never think
of it as a loss.
The leg was built with an articulating ankle which, with the weight of
the foot balanced properly, swiveled as he walked so that the heel of
the shoe normally hit the ground first and then his weight was
transferred to the sole as he leaned forward. This swivel of
the ankle took time, though, and his first attempts at speeding up
resulted in the foot hitting on the toe instead of the heel.
That was unstable, and he would have fallen had she not been there to
catch his elbow.
They tried running with her holding his arm, her right leg moving
forward with his left, as a sort of living crutch, but that didn't work
either, because their upper bodies pulled away from each other and then
pressed into each other.
In the end he was only able to speed up his walk by hopping twice on
his good foot while his left leg came forward and the ankle had time to
do what it was designed to do. That gave him a lurching,
hopping kind of gait. It also put a lot of pressure on his
stump.
He was in pain when they got to her door, and it showed on his face.
"Come inside and rest," she said.
"Thanks," he panted.
"You should take the leg off," she said, as he sank down into a chair.
"I can't do that without taking my pants off," he said.
"So? I've seen your crazy underwear, remember?"
"I guess that's true," he admitted.
He stood, undid his pants and let them drop. She moved to
pull them from his legs. He removed the prosthesis, revealing
a stump that was pink and inflamed looking.
"Ohhhh," she cooed. "I have some Vaseline Intensive Care in
my suitcase. Let me get it."
She got the bottle and knelt in front of him. She coated her
hands with the off white fluid and gently cupped the stump.
He straightened what was left of his leg as she began sliding her hands
around and around the end of his leg. He groaned.
"Am I hurting you?" she asked anxiously.
"No," he said, lying his head back on the chair. "It feels
wonderful. The cream is tingly."
"Good," she sighed, and continued to rub. She didn't find it
distasteful at all. It was simply like rubbing a bent knee or elbow.
She saw the front of his shorts move, and watched as it began to
tent. She realized he was getting an erection.
Her hands expanded their massage, taking in the entire remaining lower
leg, and then the knee. He continued to moan every so often,
and the tent got bigger.
"I should go now," he said, lifting his head from the back of the chair.
"You can't put pressure on it again this soon," she said, still rubbing.
"I'm going to get embarrassed here in a second," he said.
Julia had never felt the kind of wild and crazy urge that suddenly came
over her at that moment. After the prom she had been scared,
and excited and curious ... but mostly scared. What had
happened then had been something she made herself participate in.
But this urge was different, and on impulse she just gave in to
it. Her hand shot up his thigh, into the loose leg of his
boxers, and gripped his mostly hard prick firmly.
"Because of this?" she asked, amazed by what she'd just done.
His eyes rolled in their sockets. "I thought you said we
weren't going to do this," he croaked.
"Did I?" she asked, staring at the lump her hand was making.
That hand, seeming to somehow know what to do, stroked up and down
twice.
"Oh Julia," he groaned, staring at the lump in his lap.
"I've never done this before," she gasped, amazed at how wonderful his
hot flesh felt in her grip.
"You could have fooled me," he panted.
She stroked him again.
"I like it."
"Me too!" he gasped.
"Can I keep doing it?"
"Oh pleeease," he groaned.
"I can't see," she complained.
"Don't stop," he panted.
"I want to see!" she insisted.
She pulled her hand out and leaned forward to grip the waistband of his
shorts as he whined at the loss of stimulation.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his voice rough.
She nodded and licked her lips.
He leaned his head back again, putting pressure on his neck.
The muscles in his shoulders bunched as he flexed them and his butt
came up off the seat of the chair. She pulled and his
erection flopped in a nest of curly brown hair as she pulled the shorts
down. She pulled them off his short leg and then stopped,
staring at what she had uncovered.
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
His head came back down and his eyes were hot.
"It likes you," he said softly.
She giggled.
"I don't know what to do," she sighed.
"What you were doing a minute ago felt pretty good," he said.
She reached and gripped it again, right in the middle. As she
moved her hand a knob was suddenly uncovered as thin skin slid down and
off of it.
"Wow," she said, leaning in to stare at what was revealed.
She looked up at him. "It's so different than just reading
about it in books."
"I thought you'd done this before," he said.
"In the dark, in the back of a car, with our clothes mostly on," she
said. "I never really got to look at his."
"I promise I'll let you look all you want to," he said, his voice
rough. "But could you do that later?"
She straightened on her knees.
"You're horny!" she said.
"Well duh." He barked, half laughter, half a sob.
"Ohhh me tooo," she moaned.
She jacked on him, perhaps a little exuberantly, and he
winced. She stopped, and he gripped her hand, showing her the
rhythm. She watched, fascinated as the head was covered up
and uncovered. Something wet began creeping from the little
hole in the tip and she stopped to explore it. He
groaned. She swiped a fingertip through the wet and found it
to be slippery.
"There's so much I want to do," she sighed.
"Go ahead," he panted.
"I don't know how," she complained. "I want to do it right
for you."
"You were doing fine," he said.
"Yes, but I wouldn't do fine on everything else. I need to
practice, and now is not the time to learn or practice."
"Now is the perfect time," he argued.
She stood up. She whipped the red T shirt up and over her
head. Her compact breasts sported stiff nipples now, engorged
with desire. She unsnapped the jeans and wiggled her hips as
she pushed them down and stepped out of them. Her left hand
slid between her legs and rubbed.
"There's only one thing I know how to do ... one thing I've done
before."
Her right hand reached for his hand and she pulled.
"Let's get on the bed, Bob." Her voice was husky.
"Really?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Hurry," she said.
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