Normally I'm a very sane person. But as of late, I hadn't been acting very normal. Which is how I found myself stalking silently from bush to bush, my heart beating like mad in my chest. My breath coming in gasps, for fear that anything more would be heard by my prey. I hated that I called her that, but at the moment, that's what she was.
Her name was Amanda. I knew her better as Sergeant though. Ever since I'd made it to my Unit, she'd been there. She was wonderfully petite. Only 5'4" in height, slim, but still deliciously curvy. The moment I had laid eyes on her, she'd haunted me. She filled my dreams, and my every waking thought. Sometimes I could barely concentrate enough to do the simplest tasks during the day.
I wasn't fully sure why I was even out tonight. It was a very clear military standard, Sergeants simply didn't fraternize with Privates. I knew that I had no chance to even see her outside of our work. But I also knew a hunger for her burned inside unlike anything I'd ever felt. The all consuming need to have her filled my mind, as I watched her luscious form walk on through the night.
I'd been planning this for what seemed an eternity. Follow her home one night, confess my secret desire for her, swoon her, and satisfy my hunger. But as I crept step by step, I knew that I lacked the courage to so openly speak to her. So I stayed in the shadows, while she walked on completely unaware of my presences.
She strode through the night with all the confidence in the world, unaware or unafraid of the shadows around her. Amanda could probably take any man who thought her size alone made her vulnerable. She had nearly broken my arm a month earlier in what was supposed to be a playful combatives match. Such was her body type though, that even when she looked mad enough to bite nails, her hips swayed in the most teasing and sensual way.
I knew I was running out of time. Her house was getting closer and closer with every step. My body was burning up, while my hands felt cold and clammy. Almost convulsively I kept opening and closing my hands, probably out of nerves. It struck me how unattractive I must be at the time.
I stopped, and paused. If I was going to do this, I need to do it right. Calm and cool was what I needed, not wide eyed terror and admiration. After a few deep breaths, I decided it was now or never. I strode behind Amanda, my head held high, hoping to at least put on the air of confidence.
The echo of my footsteps had to be unmistakable, yet Amanda just walked on. I quickened my pace to try and catch up with her and not run. I was within arms reach, planning I guess to tap her shoulder to alert her to my presences. Amanda suddenly stopped and brought her right leg up to try and kick me in the stomach. Out of pure instinct I sprung forward and pressed myself tight against her body, to close to be hit. Before I could regain control of my body, I had grabbed her, covering her mouth in the process.
Like a caged demon Amanda started fighting me. Either lust or adrenaline gave my arms strength beyond what I normal had. I held her tightly with her arms pinned at her side, no matter how hard she shrugged. That's when I panicked.
If I release her, she'll turn and see me, and there'll be nothing to save me. I could try to knock her out, leave her on the steps of her house, and then run like mad.
But the way her body squirmed against me made me think of a third option. A quick glance showed the streets where totally empty, and a small alley was a few steps away. My ration mind slowly receded, and a more primal portion of my brain took over. I picked Amanda up, and easily carried her to the alley way, despite all her struggles.
By then Amanda knew what I was planning, and redoubled her efforts, but they did her no more good then her attempts to scream did. It was almost like I was watching myself from third person, at the same time disgusted, but to aroused to stop.
