An Unfinished Love

Decades later, can love be rekindled?

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Years ago

"Dad, I signed up."

"Son, no! I'll be back to work soon. We'll borrow what you need for school," said his father.

"No, son!" cried his mother. "I'll be so worried about you."

Lance Meyers, who was nearing completion of his freshman year of college, shook his head. "Mom, Dad, it's okay. The National Guard is looking for people like me. I'm pretty smart and I'm getting a good education, I'm healthy, and probably most of all for them, I'm available. Even better, it will allow me to get my education without going into a lot of debt. What's not to like? Besides, it's not like it's a huge commitment. It's basically one weekend a month and two weeks each summer--"

"After basic training, plus any other specialized training you need," interjected his father.

"And I'll be able to do that this summer," replied Lance. "Besides, Katie and I broke up last month and I haven't had any dates since then, so it's not like girls are beating my door down to fill up my weekends."

"That'll change, Lance," said Mrs. Meyers, who knew her son was a nice, handsome young man and who remembered her own passionate history with Lance's equally nice and good-looking father quite well.

"Hopefully so someday, but I'm doing this; I already signed the papers at the recruiting office earlier today. I'm 19 and I need the money instead of more student loan debt or more debt for you guys. It'll still give me plenty of time to date, three weekends a month, assuming I can get any, and I'll be done a year after I graduate."

Mrs. Meyers was fighting tears for her baby. "It's dangerous, Lance. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Mom, it's okay. Remember, it's the National Guard, not the Army, and the Guard never does anything dangerous unless there's a hurricane or a riot or something. It's not like they're going to call us up to go to war or anything. The Guard hasn't done that in 40 years; we just train."

Bill Meyers, 25 years older than his youngest child, shook his head. "We hope, son, but there's no guarantee. I was young but I recall what happened in Vietnam. A lot of young men got drafted and sent there. We don't want something like that for you because a lot of young men didn't make it home."

"Nothing like that's going to happen anymore, Dad. And besides, those guys were in the army, not the guard."

Mr. Meyers tried not to think about all of the conflicts going on around the world. Just because the United States wasn't openly involved in any of them didn't mean things weren't going on behind the scenes or that the world was a safe place. Shaking his head, he replied, "I pray you're right, son. I pray you're right."

*****

With the help of his National Guard Recruiter, Lance Meyers had an excellent plan and his basic training went just as expected.

What Lance didn't plan on was what happened during the first week back to school after he finished the basic training course. He was eating lunch with a couple of friends in the cafeteria when he saw the woman of his dreams give her meal card to be punched by the cashier and then come out to look for an empty seat. It was the busiest part of the day so there weren't many seats available, but there was an extra spot at their table.

Lance glanced at it and then, knowing he only had seconds before someone would leave and a spot would open, he did something he'd never done before. He stood up and waved to get the young woman's attention.

Seeing a handsome young man waving her way, she gave a questioning look, thinking he was trying to get someone else's attention, but he nodded to her and pointed to the empty seat before giving her a "come on over" wave with his hand and a friendly smile. Intrigued, she nodded in reply and made her way over to the table.

Still standing, the young man waved to the empty seat again. "Hi, you're welcome to join us here."

With his two friends giving him incredulous stares, the young lady looked at Lance hesitantly before nodding slowly and taking the empty seat.

"Welcome. I'm Lance, Lance Meyers, and these two stooges are Larry and Curly," he said as he retook his seat. "They're just

leaving

."

Ben--or Larry as Lance had indicated--looked at his friend rather dumbfounded, only to feel Lance step on his toe under the table. Finally getting the hint, he nodded and said, "Oh, yeah! We're just leaving, right. Come on Wayne."

Lance's friends quickly got up, bussed their table, and went their way after a quick "Bye."

"Your friends must really like you, to leave like that," she said. "If they're Larry and Curly--or was it Wayne?--does that make you Moe because you're the smart one or the mean one?"

Lance laughed, "I usually try to be nice, so I guess I'm fortunate to be the smart guy in this crew."

She nodded and smiled with a hint of mischief. "Are you sure that's not the wise guy?"

Seeing she wasn't going to let him off the hook, Lance chuckled. "That too, I guess. Seriously though, I really am Lance, by the way."

Getting his point, Holly held out her hand. "I'm sorry. I'm Holly Croft. It's really nice to meet you, Lance."

Lance had a little experience with girls, but not a lot. Katie, his ex from high school, had been small and cute, nerdy and smart; she'd been a pretty good kisser and quite good at saying no to practically everything else. Seeing this girl across from him, he felt like he was in over his head.

With trim, tanned legs and a nice ass barely covered by all-too-short shorts, Holly was a beautiful blonde with a full head of the wavy hair of the day that cascaded down most of her back. She had pale blue eyes that assessed him as he glanced at her and what appeared to be generous boobs wanting to burst out of her top.

Best of all, she was engaging, much more so than someone just looking for a seat at a dining hall table. As they talked, her gorgeousness combined with the Greek letters hanging from the little gold necklace around her neck made him question whether she was a stereotypical bimbo slumming for a cheap thrill, or worse, a laugh at his expense, but as they continued talking, he was surprised to believe her to be genuine rather than the beautiful but empty storefronts projected by too many of the sorority girls he'd encountered in his first year in college.

She was, in short, beautiful, warm, friendly, and quite intelligent, making her in his eyes a complete package. As they talked, he started to feel more comfortable and realized he wanted to see her again. No, not again; he just wanted to keep seeing her.

Lance wasn't the only one taken by his new friend. While he'd always been a bit shy and nerdy himself, he'd always been very smart and reasonably good-looking but his experience in basic training over the summer had transformed him, giving a sense of confidence that he hadn't possessed before. It had also made him nicely tanned (the visible parts, anyway) and well-muscled, so Holly, a sorority girl because her mom required her to be by legacy rather than by deep desire, took to him like a bee to honey.

While maybe not completely understanding what they were feeling, they soon plunged into their relationship with both feet, with both soon jokingly admitting to finally knowing what love at first sight felt like. However, it was the night before Lance's first scheduled weekend away with the Guard that their lives really changed for that was when, while they were making out in Lance's dorm room, he looked in her eyes and said, "Holly, I love you."

"Lance, I love you too," admitted Holly through a veil of tears. "I'm going to miss you so much. Please, please, please come home safely, my love."

Lance kissed away Holly's tears and held her until she fell asleep in his arms.

*****

The young lovers spent that first weekend of Lance's National Guard duty missing each other greatly, but Holly may have had it worse since she spent the whole weekend thinking of and worrying about her young man while he was so busy working and learning that he only had time to dream of her at night as he collapsed into a deep sleep due to exhaustion. She made a brief appearance at her sorority function on Saturday night to avoid being fined, but skipped out shortly after check-in and posing in a few photos to prove she was there because she was much more worried about Lance than ticking off her sisters and, more importantly, the house's officers.

Holly was waiting for him in the lobby of his dormitory when he got back to campus. Crying tears of joy rather than shedding tears of sadness like for far too much of the weekend, she embraced and kissed him, deeply and with a passion that was a little overboard for the public spaces of Chaucer Hall, drawing catcalls and wolf whistles from a couple of passing residents. Holly didn't care and neither did Lance, so they continued on with their sweet reunion before they needed to separate a bit to breathe.

"I missed you so much, Holly. Did you have a good weekend?"

"Oh, Lance, it was horrible. I missed you so much too. Please, please, don't do that anymore. I need you here with me," she said as a tear slipped down her cheek. Holly was, after all, totally besotted and completely in love for the first time in her life. "I love you."

Lance understood and he felt bad for her, but he recognized reality and replied, "I love you, too, sweetie, and I

so

wish that I could do as you ask, but I enlisted for four years. It's a commitment so I have to do it in order to fulfill my duty and get my college assistance. I'll be out in June a year after we graduate and after that, we'll be home free. I'll be home so much you'll want a break sometimes."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, but she laughed. "Not a chance, bucko."

While not liking her man being away, Holly understood the reasoning so they cooperated to make things work for the long run. Their kissing and tentative petting quickly became heavy petting over their clothes before they realized how silly that was.

"We should just take them off," she said one night between regularly scheduled passionate kisses as each massaged the other over their clothes until they reached their so-called "happy place," Holly's euphemism for her orgasm in case her parents ever got inquisitive. "Just think, it will be easier and more effective, and it might cut down on the amount of messy laundry we're doing."

Being an engineering major and claiming to be a great believer in common sense, Lance immediately saw the proposed advantage and understood the unspoken result despite his fear that Holly might not like what she saw. Therefore, they laughingly agreed to start their "laundry saving effort" the next night, but Lance was secretly fearful that it might lead to the end of their relationship. While he didn't know it, Holly was having similar thoughts, hoping that he would like what he saw too.

Lance and Holly went to their respective classes the next day yet neither got anything out of their lectures and their notes weren't much better, consisting mostly of incomplete summaries, incomprehensible phrases, unreadable words, and lovesick doodles. Their anticipation of what was to come in combination with their concerns about their own fitness to be with their partner was just too much for them. What made the day even worse was how time seemed to stretch, taking what seemed to be two or even three times as long as normal for their agreed-upon 8 p.m. appointment to arrive.

When it finally did and they met, Holly was hesitant.

"Lance, I'm scared. I want to do it and I want to see you, but I'm scared you're not going to like what you see of me. I'm afraid you're not going to like my body, that I'm not going to be good enough for you." She worried that her tits and ass might not be big enough for him or that her inner--

She shuddered but Lance pulled her into his arms and shook his head. "I feel the same way but about me not being good enough, not you. I love you so much so I already know that I'm going to adore how you look, however that is. We can do this if you want to. Or we can stop and not do it if you don't want to. Sweetie, it's up to you."

"Really? You wouldn't mind?"

"No, as much as I want to see you in all your glory, I want you to be comfortable more than anything. We can wait if you're not."

"My glory?" she laughed. "You really do have high expectations, don't you. See, that's why I'm worried; I don't want to let you down, so I really appreciate you giving me the choice."

"Based on what you're saying, I think you've already made it. We'll wait, okay?"

Holly smiled at him and then kissed him. To his surprise, she said, "No, I want to do this with you. Now. How about if we do it like this?"

She proposed that they work together, each taking turns removing one item from the other so their exposure would be gradual and any embarrassment might fade over time. They would take their time and, hopefully, enjoy it, but either could call it quits at any point if it became too much.

In the end, each did feel some twinges of embarrassment at first, with Holly's nude form revealing that her breasts, while cute and well formed, were actually smaller than she typically made them appear, and Lance worried that she might find his manly hair to be too gross or his manhood to be too small for her liking. With neither having any experience being exposed in front of someone of the opposite sex, their concerns were quickly overcome by seeing their lover's excitement at seeing them. That excitement more than made up for their embarrassment and their exploration began in earnest.

Though they'd expected their full-blown revelation to result in something like their recently established mutual masturbation sessions, the looking, the touching, and the giggling that followed them getting down to their birthday suits lasted the rest of the evening. Holly took Lance in hand, holding, cupping, and massaging him, while exploring the feel of it all, and loving his reactions on his face as well as on his actual hardware and associated software downstairs.

Likewise, Lance was fascinated with her breasts, not too big but nice handfuls with little areolae and those delightful little nips that perked up like erasers with gentle caresses, a slightly firm pinch, or even more readily, with just the right kiss. Holly groaned as Lance swept his middle finger ever-so-lightly through her secret garden and brushed against and around the little pebble at the gate that seemed to stand at attention to keep watch. He even liked her inner lips--"like flower petals," he said--that had worried her so much.

When their kissing and touching took them from sitting to horizontal, their arms and legs and other parts becoming entangled, the end result might have been much more than they initially envisioned if common sense hadn't been restored by a knock on the door to Lance's dorm room. Though the room seemed barely bigger than a shoebox, the kids had trouble finding all their clothes and getting them back in place before Lance could open the door for something that didn't seem nearly as important as what the knocking had forced them to miss.

They were more careful after that, with Lance being sure to leave the secret sign on his door that dormitory hall residents knew meant "Do Not Disturb." The second time they "played," they worked together to remove their partner's clothes without the need for the formality of taking turns or worrying about being seen, and by the weekend, they had it down to a matter of seconds without worry or embarrassment, without even giving such issues a second thought. Only Holly and her pleasure were important to Lance, as only Lance and his enjoyment were key to her.

As with removing their clothing, the simple touches, caresses, and kisses of their first nude encounter quickly became much easier. Holly was soon conveying what she liked, what she wanted, and what she desperately needed in their encounters in soft whispers and gentle motions. Lance asked her permission at first, but as trust was built between them, she said, "Do anything. I love you, baby, so anything."

Within days, they were fully relaxed around each other and their explorations allowed them to have their partner's body committed to memory, leaving their hands free to roam as they made out the all-too-narrow bed in Lance's dorm room. Thus, as they kissed and their tongues played one evening, Holly's hand fixed firmly on Lance's shaft and began a slow, gentle pump. She'd done it many times by now, massaging him, cupping his balls, and even giving some little kisses and doing a bit of sucking on his head, but this time, unlike the other times in recent days, she didn't stop, determined to make him feel good like the times when she'd taken him to that happy place through his clothes.

Feeling her movements and experiencing the excitement of her hand on him, Lance wet his fingers and slipped them down to the front of her cleft, massaging her hood, and then finding her clit and circling around it to get her full attention. She gasped and smiled at him as she pumped him and he continued working her. Moving around a little, he switched to his thumb on her happy button and slid a finger inside.

This excited her and her moan excited him so he enjoyed the feel of going in and out of her, including how her inner lips caressed his finger each time. When the tip of his finger hit the little roughened area on her front wall as he continued on her clit, her moans became even more intense, her repeated "Yes!" became more frantic, and he focused on continuing to do just what was making her feel so good.

And Holly did, moaning, really enjoying what she was feeling and what she was trying to keep doing to him through the pleasure she was feeling. They continued kissing for a bit but Lance was also having a difficult time concentrating so he drew back to look in her eyes as he continued to play her, bringing her closer and closer to a peak like she'd never experienced before. When it arrived, washing over her like a tsunami, sweeping through her entire body, she grinned to see him spray one, two, three whitish streams in the air as he throbbed in her hand. Several smaller rivulets followed as she slowed and finally stopped her pumping.

Turning back to look at her lover, she saw his eyes were closed, his head rolled back and a big grin on his face as his hand slowly disengaged from her and slid up to rest on her almost heaving breast.

"And that, I believe, is my new favorite activity," he chuckled before opening his eyes and leaning up to kiss her.

Still feeling the euphoria, she kissed him back, a sweet short peck, before rolling over and resting her arms on his chest to prop her chin up so she could look into his almost glazed eyes. "Lance, let's clarify. That's your new favorite activity of today. Just wait until tomorrow."

****

Sure enough, they resumed their play the next evening, with Holly deliberately going down on him, massaging his shaft and balls as she played her mouth, her lips, and her tongue over his swollen head and, at times, all the rest. She pushed down on his long rod at times, taking him almost all the way in, her solo practice recommended by Vanessa, her big sister in her sorority, working even better than she expected at training her gag reflex.

Having sampled some of his cum wiped from her hand and fingers for the first time only about twenty-four hours earlier, she knew it wasn't a sweet, creamy dessert she would order given the opportunity, but she found it wasn't exactly objectionable either, so she was determined to do as Vanessa had suggested.

When Lance signaled that he was getting close and was about to come, instead of pulling off as he expected and letting him see his fireworks as well as feeling them in his balls, his brain, and throughout his body, Holly redoubled her efforts and let him watch her as she took every one of his shots into her mouth. As his body tremor ended and his deep throbbing subsided, she milked the last rivulets from his tip and grinned at him before opening her mouth to show the milky pool on her tongue. Closing, she swallowed it down and grinned again, opening her mouth once more, this time to show that it was all gone, leaving Lance's mouth open in response.