Only a couple days were left until Sgt. Edward "Bones" Taylor returned stateside from his one-year tour in the hellish Badlands area. So much had changed since he left home, and he was anxious about the debriefing and long flight home. There were so many questions running through his head about the future, and so many painful images and memories from the past year.
He had not quite been able to work out the whole "war" issue, but knew it would soon be over for him at least, and he would be safe in the arms of Ann, his hometown sweetheart. She was just out of high school, and he was a couple years older than her. She had promised to save herself for him and they would celebrate their fidelity upon his return. She wanted it to be perfect her first time, which she said is always the most memorable. "We only have one shot at the first time" she would tell him. He had tried on several occasions (all unsuccessful) to talk her into going further with him. From the voice of experience, he told her that the first time wasn't really all that great anyway. It was usually sort of clumsy and there were uncertainties about what to expect and do.
All of their making out was great, but he couldn't wait to get on with the getting' on part. He teased her and said how with daily practice, each time would be better and better, and certainly he would be gentle and go slowly (or as slowly as he could stand)! Ann used all her feminine wiles and girly powers to convince him that it would have to be just perfect the first time, and that she wanted that to be her gift to him upon marriage.
But now, having been separated for the past year, things had changed. They spent countless hours writing love letters, explaining what and how they would do things to one another's bodies when they were finally reunited. She learned the skilled art of self-pleasuring, and found herself wanting to learn as much as possible from the "all the way" girls at school. She carried a vibrator with her in her school back-pack and had convinced the nuns she had a weak bladder which allowed for more frequent visits to the restroom. She even started experimenting with drugs, and found Ecstasy to be her favorite "I love you" drug, and pot to make her crazy horny, but in a very relaxed and cool manner. She would go to weekend parties with friends, get drunk and stoned and fool around with some lucky guy, but never, ever would she give up her virgin pussy…that was reserved only for Eddy.
She had given herself her first orgasm, but wasn't sure if it was what it was supposed to be. It happened in the middle of the school year after she had been to one too many Friday night parties with sex-crazed boys. Her libido was high as a kite, and she had to get some relief. Monday morning during a Calculus class, she excused herself, went to the restroom and went in the far end stall. She made sure everyone had left and then slowly hiked up her skirt to reveal a lacy thong. She liked wearing a thong under her Catholic school uniform. It made her feel mysterious, and very naughty. One time she even thought about flashing Father Sebastian (who was totally hot), but was worried it would get him in trouble, so she decided against it. She did, however, bend over to pick something up off the ground (without bending her knees) when he was standing near him in the hallway. She had practiced in the mirror at home and knew exactly how to do it so her golden arches and special place would peak from under her skirt and say "hello – come hither" in that very welcoming way. Something about arousing a man of God exited her, something akin to making a gay man go straight. She couldn't tell exactly how much of her virgin ass or cunt he could see, but when she stood back up and acted surprised that he was nearby, she noticed his face was tinged red with blush, or guilt, or lust. Not sure, but it sure felt good - - like she had made his earth move, or something move.
Eddy, on the other hand, had tried to stay apart from all the whores at the Army base. He knew that they could be very free with their bodies and oh so tempting, and most of the guys in his barrack had paid for sex in the city at clubs or on the streets, and some had sex on the base with the female soldiers or visiting civilians, and some even had sex with one another, in the barrack, when nobody was around. Desperate men do desperate things, but he had somehow mentally confined himself to only masturbating. The shower was open and not a good place to jack-off, as were the line of johns, so he would do it in bed at night to go to sleep, in the middle of the night if he couldn't sleep, and again in the morning, when he woke up with a boner. Thus he earned the name "Bones" from his mates. Getting home and fucking Ann for the first time was about all he could think about, and it was enough to help him get through that year in combat.
Life is funny though, and always seems to present a surprise along the way. Eddy knew in his heart he would go home, but he never in a million years thought he would go home on a medical discharge. He had been patrolling the streets when a car-bomb went off near his unit. Just by shear luck the flying metal from the vehicle missed him, but the gaseous fumes from the explosion burnt his face and corneas and after weeks in rehab he awoke one day to find himself in another world, filled with darkness. He grieved the loss of his vision while his hospital mates said goodbye to their hands, arms and legs. He wasn't the type to feel sorry for himself, but he did constantly think it would have been better to lose a hand or be filled with shrapnel.
And how would Ann react to all of this? Is it fair to her, she being so young? Will she think he is less of a man? Will she feel sorry for him and stay with him out of pity? Well, there was only one way to find out, and if their love was as true as he thought it was, he would be in bed with her in less than a week, starting a new life together. His cock was getting hard just thinking of her. He had kissed her and touched her all over when he was at home, but to finally be able to join together with her, naked, and make mad, sweaty, passionate love - - forget that, FUCK her the first time, then make love the second and third and fourth…..with a little more fucking in between. He couldn't wait, and he could feel the moisture in his pants against his skin.
Eddy's parents picked him up at the airport and promised to deliver him to Ann's apartment that night for their reunion celebration. She had wanted to meet him at the airport, but given his medical condition, he was coming in on a different plane and the security only allowed for two immediate family members. She would have to patiently wait at home for his arrival. The hours flew by that morning but the minutes seemed to take forever as it neared the time of his arrival.
She took the day off from work and spent the morning primping and preparing for their big night. She had arranged for her roommate to leave for the day so she and Eddy could have the apartment all to themselves. She soaked in a hot bath, shaved her legs so they were silky smooth and trimmed her pubic hair into a little heart. She had wanted to get a tattoo on her breast, but she didn't have the extra money, so she took a pen and drew a little heart and wrote Eddy inside it. She made an arrow through the heart so it would point directly at her nipple. The irony of Eddy being blind almost made her laugh - - but she knew it was there, and would tell him all about it. She knew all his senses would be heightened, so she took extra care of the way she felt to the touch and of the scent of her body. She put on a cotton dress that was loose and airy, easy to remove, and without lots of zippers or buttons. She didn't want anything to impede their first time together, and she anticipated the struggling he might go through not being able to see how her clothes came undone. She was jittery and nervous with anticipation, so she had a quick hit on her pipe, just enough to make her calm down, and sat patiently, watching the driveway until his parent's car pulled up.
