Gordon Masters was my nemesis. I had lost in every encounter with him since junior high. Naturally I hated the guy's guts. Growing up he took every girl I liked away from me, beat me at every sport and humiliated me at every chance. Gordon stood 6'4" and weighed 260 pounds of pure muscle. On the other hand I am Chester Martin, I was 5' 10" and topped out at 140 pounds soaking wet. I more than held my own with guys any where near my own size. But he could and did whip my butt.
He took Marta, my fiancΓ©e, away from me a month before we were to be married. I later learned he had done me a huge favor. I joined the Marine Corps and did well. I won a field promotion to Second Lieutenant, won several medals and advanced to 1st Lieutenant and then to Captain.
I met a beautiful girl, Betty, while I was stationed in Washington D.C.. I met her on a blind date, she was the sister of another officer. She enchanted me from the first moment I saw her. She had a perfect face, long, long dark brown hair and a slim trim figure. She was one of those women who always look good no matter what. She was an airline stewardess and was only home a few days a month. On that first date four of us went to dinner and I had never enjoyed being with any one as much as I enjoyed being with her. After dinner the girls wanted to go dancing. I knew I was a dud at dancing, Oh! I could get by on slow dances. I was a danger to all concerned on a fast dance. She was very understanding. She loved to dance the fast numbers and danced every one. I felt like a fool sitting while she danced. She always came straight back to the table and apologized so sweetly. I could tell she really loved the dancing and I loved the way she moved and looked when she danced. When her brother took his date home we went to a coffee shop for coffee. We talked for hours. When I took her home she gave me a sweet kiss goodnight and promised to call me the next time she was in town. I told her brother I liked her a lot and asked him to let me know when she was back in town, he grinned and told me that wouldn't be a problem.
About three weeks later I got a call from her. I asked her out and she accepted. I took her to the same place we went before. She said she really didn't feel comfortable leaving me alone at a table while she danced. I told her I would try some fast dances with her and if she was still uncomfortable we would go some where else. I danced every dance with her. After about the forth dance she dragged me back to the table and wanted to know why I hadn't danced with her the last time. I confessed that I had taken dance lessons while she was gone. She grinned, "Just so you could dance with me?" I nodded, and she pulled my face to her and kissed me. She told me she had tried to call me several evenings and got no answer. She had even called her brother to see if I were alright, he told her I was going out every night. When she got home she wasn't going to call me but her brother insisted. She said she thought I was dating someone every night and wouldn't want to see her.
I told her I had taken a dance lesson every night and twice on Saturdays and Sundays the whole time she was gone. Tears ran from her eyes. "All that just to please me?"
"Yes, I couldn't stand watching you dance with someone else."
"I thought you didn't mind. I would never do anything I thought would hurt you."
"If it were anyone but you I wouldn't mind at all. I just couldn't look forward to the rest of my life watching you dance with other guys. OK?"
She looked at me for a long time. She said, "Here is a slow number, let's dance. She pressed her body to mine and put her head on my shoulder. In the middle of the dance she looked at me and took my hand and pulled me off the dance floor. "Take me to your place, I want to be with just you."
My little efficiency apartment was very small but it was as clean and neat as it had ever been. We sat and talked. I wanted to learn everything about her. We laughed and cried over each others stories about growing up. Finally we looked up and discovered it was daylight outside. I fixed us an omelet while she called home to assure everyone she was alright. She walked to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed the hell out of me. "Do you have to work today?"
"No."
"Let's go to bed."
I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. I didn't exactly know what to do then so I put her down and kissed her. It was the right thing to do. She kissed me back fiercely. She pulled back and unbuttoned my shirt. She pushed it back over my shoulders. She gasped when she saw the huge scar across my chest. She looked up at me and tears ran from her eyes. "War?"
"Yep."
She cried and ran her hand over the scar, she looked up wide eyed, "I almost lost you didn't I?" I nodded. Her fingers were busy with my belt buckle and zipper. She pulled and jerked down my jeans. She stood and looked at me and smiled a soft loving smile, "You still have a beautiful body, I love it. Hard as nails. My dear tough Marine Captain, my Lord and Master."
She stepped back as I reached to undress her. "Dear man, I can do that much faster, later I would love you to undress me very slowly, right now, I just can't wait." She turned and in a second she was nude, she had a lovely, lovely backside. She turned back to me and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seem, just perfect. She pushed me on the bed and told me to lift my butt off the bed so she could get my under-shorts off. I did, she did. I rolled her on her back and kissed her as my hands explored her body. She still had on some wispy little white lace trimmed panties, I knelt and said, "Your turn, Sweetheart, get that little ass off the bed." She did, I did. I tried to move over her, She pushed me up. "I want to look at you, Oh, he is bigger than I thought, yes, yes, can I touch and hold him?"
"Anytime you want to, Dear. Anytime." Her little hands caressed his shaft and cupped and felt my balls. I was afraid I would cum right then when she gently kissed him.
I pulled her down on her back and told her my problem. She lay back and opened her legs to me. "I want you to cum inside me, Please!" I moved over her and her hand moved him up and around her slit, then it felt right and I entered her. Heaven! Her hot wet pussy was pure heaven. I stroked in and out of her like a machine gone wild. Then I was pulsing shot after shot of my sperm inside her. I shuddered and paused, I was still as hard as a rock and inside her. I kept on kissing her. She was mewing and talking so softly I couldn't hear what she was saying. I slowly pulled most of the way out and slowly slipped back all the way in. It was exquisite pleasure for me. She moaned, "Oh! Yessss!" So I kept that up, rooting into her pelvis hard at the bottom. Rubbing in circles against her. Her whispers and moans were quite loud now. I felt the pleasure build again and sped up the speed and strength of my thrusts. Her pussy was flooding now and she was screaming in little yips. Then there was a long drawn out "Yesssssssssssssssssssss!" My cock pulsed and pulsed ropes of sperm into her. We collapsed together and held each other. She grabbed my face and kissed me very passionately. "I love you, Chesty, I really do!"
I married her. We were very happy. My Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident a year later and I resigned my commission. Mom and Dad and had done very well and left an estate well in to seven figures. Every thing went well the first several months I was home. Then one day Betty told me a strange thing had happened while she was getting her car serviced at the Thompson Ford Dealership. She said the service manager looked at her name and smiled sweetly at her and asked if she was my wife. She said she was. She said he told her to tell Old Chesty, his old buddy Gordon had said Hello, then had kissed her right on the mouth.
I couldn't believe it. She asked if I were alright. I asked if he were a good kisser. She laughed and said he was very good. I looked at her, "Betty, please listen to me. He hates me, he will try to put the make on you and break us up. Do not ever have anything to do with him. Take your car somewhere else."
"Chesty, Honey, I love you. I think you are being silly! He seemed very nice. I think you are just jealous, it doesn't become you."