"You did not say that!" Sykes said with a giggle as we walked arm in arm back to her apartment.
"I didn't know what else to say!" I said back through my laughter.
We walked on, laughing together. It was a chilly Friday night, so we walked close, savoring each others body heat. It had been another wonderful evening spent laughing and talking. I was sad knowing it would be ending soon. My laughter trailed off as I thought how little time we had to be together.
Sykes and I had been seeing each other for about two weeks now. I had been moved to the Fort she was on temporarily for some training, and we had met through a mutual friend. When I first saw her I knew I had to see her again. I hadn't planned on seeing anyone while I was there, but she had been too alluring. Her intoxicating laugh, and her quick wit snared me as tightly as any trap, and she didn't even know it.
She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. Her skin was a delicate white sheet, occasionally marked with tattoo's of her own design. On her right breast was a rose circling her nipple, where it blossomed. I had not seen it, but she had shown me her sketches of it. Her art was incredible, and I could only imagine what it looked on her full breasts.
Sykes stood about 5'6", which was perfect for me as I was only 5'9". Her breasts where large, but very firm. They stood out proudly from her chest, no matter how much she tried to hide them. Her hips curved in, and flared out perfectly to her round and toned ass. It was like her body had been painted by the Gods, and excruciating detail taken with ever inch of her.
She suddenly noticed I wasn't laughing any more, and I could see the concern in her eyes. We walked in silence for a moment. I searched hard for the right thing to say, but nothing came to me. How could I tell her that I thought there was something more to us? Especially since I was leaving in a few days, and I would probably never see her again.
Suddenly she stopped, and pulled me to face her. We stood staring into each others eyes for sometimes. I pulled her close, and hugged her fiercely. She held me just as tightly. When we let go, we interlaced our fingers and walked on together. I felt the words I wanted to say get caught in my throat.
"When are you supposed leave?" She said finally in a very quiet voice.
"Monday evening." I replied.
I knew that with every step I lost time to say what I needed to say. Would I be able to leave knowing I hadn't even tried to tell her? I knew that if I didn't tell her how I felt in my heart, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
"Sykes, there's...something I want to tell you." I said hesitatingly.
She looked at me from the corner of her eye, but said nothing.
"This short time we've had together has meant so much to me. Every minute I'm with you I've been so happy. It was the best luck I've had in a long time to meet you."
We turned a corner and her apartment building loomed into view. I could almost hear the clock ticking away.
"I know that we hardly know each other, and we've only gone on a few dates," which was true, but we still had spent all our free time together, "and I know I'm leaving soon. But I think that...."
Suddenly my words failed me. I felt my throat clench like a fist, and I couldn't say another word. Sykes was watching me intently. Her eyes shown with, interest? Disappointment? Apathy? We started the walk up to her floor, and I could hear that clock ticking faster. My heart was beating out of my chest. The air suddenly didn't seem so chilly.
"I know how you feel Andrew." Sykes said to me.
I tripped on the step, and I heard her giggle as I quickly regained my balance. I looked at her, and she had a small secretive on her face. We walked on in silence. When we cleared the next landing, I saw her door. To me it looked like the back of a book. It signaled the end. I let out a defeated sigh, and felt my heart drop.
When we made it to her door, she stepped up to it, and turned to face me. As casual as could be she leaned against her door and watched me. I stumbled over my own tongue, trying to say everything at once.
"Sykes I really like you, and well I mean more than like, and I want to keep seeing you, but I'm leaving, and I know it won't work, well I mean it could, but you know what I mean and I..." I said in breathy rush.
I could see her fighting the urge to laugh, and a slight smile kept slipping on her face. I just let the words trail off, feeling even worse than if I had been shot down.
"Andrew, you're trying to hard. I already told you, I know how you feel. And feel that way too." She said, and her smile widened and filled her beautiful face.
"Sykes, I really care about you, more than just some dates can explain. I want to keep seeing you, and I want to be with you." I said very quietly.
Her eyes shone brightly, and she reached out and scratched the side of my head. I loved her finger nails, and how she tenderly drug them across my scalp. As if it where the most natural thing on earth, I leaned in to kiss her. Then I felt her other hand grab my groin. It was firm, not unpleasant, but I knew it could become very unpleasant.
"If you're going to do this, do it right. And don't start what you won't finish." She said quietly, and I could feel her nails dig slightly into my skin. Her other hand slowly began massaging my balls, still with her firm grip.
I gave her the most passionate kiss I could muster. Her lips where wonderfully soft, and parted easily as my tongue slide past them. Her kiss was just like her hands, firm but gentle. The whole time her hand slowly worked my balls as my cock began to harden. When I finally pulled away, we where both breathing quickly.
"Is that the best you can do?" She said as her chest heaved.
Taking a queue from her, I grabbed her hair, gently but firmly, and pulled her hair back slightly and kissed her again. This time when I pulled back she whispered very quietly in my ear...
"I think we should go inside."
She released my balls and turned quickly to unlock her door. I placed my hands on her hips and kissed the back of her neck, and caressed her stomach and legs. With a small curse she fumbled with her keys, and finally the door flew open. I'd barely made it in when she quickly slammed it behind me.
We embraced again, holding each other close, probing one another's mouths hungrily. She drug her nails on my skin, sending little shocks throughout my whole body. My hand once again found her hair, and as we kissed I could feel her teeth occasionally nip at my lips and tongue.
Some how we managed to work out way into the living room, and onto the couch. Sykes pushed me back, and climbed on top of me. She kissed my neck, throat and lips with such passion. I felt her teeth gently sink into my skin, sending more shocks through me. I grabbed her hips and she drove my excitement to heights I had never experienced before.
Slowly her hips started grinding against me, and I could feel her hands rub against my back. She sat back, and without stopping her grinding pulled her shirt over her head. Her sports bra pushed her breasts up, exposing a wonderful amount of cleavage. She started to fumble with a clasp in the back, but I had other plans. Within a second, I had pulled my knife out and cut the middle of bra, and her breasts sprang free, bouncing happily.
I heard her gasp as the fabric of her bra where sliced through, but her smile told me she enjoyed the action as much as I did. She slid the bra from her shoulders, which thrust her breasts out even more. I stared at those perfect globes. Despite their size they didn't sag at all, and they where perfectly shaped.
Realizing I was over dressed, I sat up slightly to make room to take my shirt off, but Sykes beat me to it. With one quick motion she grabbed my collar and tore the shirt in half. She pulled it down, trapping my arms at my side. Then she returned to her teasings, kissing and bite around my mouth and neck. The way her warm lips searched my skin, only to immediately feel her teeth nip at the most sensitive areas was driving me wild.
Her breasts rubbed against my chest, and I could feel a cold sensation as she moved. When I glanced down, sure enough her nipples where pierced, and her tattoo seemed to accentuate the piercing to an even greater degree. While I struggled to free my arms from my shirt, her hands roamed across my chest. She would caress me with her silky palms, and the rake her nails across my abs, and tease my nipples in a way I had never known.
Finally, after what seemed like a life time, I worked my arms free. I reached up a grabbed her hair, and rolled to side put her on the couch, and me in control. Sykes gasped as I did this, and tried to resist. I grabbed her arms and pulled them over her head. Using one hand I held them there. She continued to struggle, even as I kissed her again. Her kiss seemed to be even more wild than before. I bit her lips and teased her with my tongue.
With slow deliberate kisses, I worked around her neck, sometimes kissing, sometimes biting, and sometimes just letting my hot breath tickle her skin. I heard her moan as I reached her collarbone, and began working on her chest. Her breasts rose to meet my mouth , and she offered her nipple to my attention. I studiously avoided it. I teased around her breasts, making sure to get every inch of the, accept the nipples. She moaned and arched her back, trying to entice me to her nipples.
