Author's Note: The first chapter was posted in the Erotic Couplings section. I recommend you read it first.
You can find the 1st story by clicking on my name and going to my profile.
There is an instance of non-consensual sex in this chapter.
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Lissa's Story
The dreaded plus sign.
I looked at it again, the pregnancy test hadn't changed in the last five times I looked at it. This was all I needed now. After last night, I had no idea if I was going to have a boyfriend next week.
I couldn't blame him if he dumped me. I had completely lost it when he said he planned to reenlist, throwing things, screaming, even hitting him. I couldn't believe he would do this after all we had been through. Didn't he care about me? My God, the things I had gone through while he was deployed- the worry, the weight loss, the dreading every time the phone rang and I didn't know the number. After my brother's death, it was even worse. I cried for three days after taking him to the airport so he could return to Afghanistan.
Still positive. I'm fucked.
Yeah, that's how the damn thing ended up positive, isn't it? It's not that I can help it. He's great in the sack, by far the best lover I've had. He's in great shape with a body that makes me wet just thinking about it; when I'm in those strong arms I feel so safe and loved. He has a nice cock too- not too big, not too wide, just enough to hit everywhere I need. His physical condition allows him to go for a long time, and he recovers quickly so we can go all night. That part of our relationship started strong and built from there. It's the whole "where are we going" part that I have trouble with.
I know what I want. I've loved him since I first met him. I want him back home, in my bed, and with a ring on his finger. I want the whole fantasy- hot husband, two kids, house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a dog.
I don't want the Marine Corps, deployments, worry and Casualty Assistance Officers.
When my brother was buried and he was back in Afghanistan, I decided that the officers weren't the only ones that could plan a campaign. Operation Ring On My Finger. He was MINE and I wasn't going to let him go.
Like most plans, it didn't survive the first fight. Last night had NOT been in my plan. I was going to be calm, loving, emotionally supportive... not a raving bitch throwing a tantrum. If he didn't love me I knew he'd be gone already, but when I woke up to the alarm this morning and he was still there, when he smiled and kissed me and told me "It's a new day, now get that pretty little ass of yours in the shower before we're late" I knew I still had a chance.
He wanted to go camping, I wanted to have that TALK. Having him alone for the whole weekend could work to my advantage if I could keep my emotions under control. Pregnant? Yeah. That'll be a little more difficult to discuss calmly and rationally. I couldn't tell him about it, now wasn't the right time. In warfare terms, it's using a thermonuclear warhead when a single Marine with a rifle could get the job done. Especially a Marine sniper with a killer body and those strong hands... but I digress.
The drive north was pretty quiet. I needed to think, and he's a guy, he doesn't feel the need to fill up the time by talking. I dozed off a little in the early morning, and he kept his hand in mine or on my leg, never without contact. By mid morning, I was recovered enough from the shock of the test to try and talk to him without breaking down in tears.
"Doug... I'm sorry about last night."
"Lissa, I'm sorry too. I don't like it when we fight, it makes me feel like a failure. I can't live with myself knowing I've hurt you." He caressed the inside of my leg, stealing glances at me from the road a few seconds at a time as I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "That's the main thing I want us to do this weekend. I want us to lay it all out, how we feel and what we want and where we want to go. I want us to come back from this trip together in all things, or we agree it isn't going to work and we're moving on."
"You'd leave me?" I was fighting the tears with all my strength now.
"Honey, if we can't find a way out of this neither of us will be happy and it will prove we don't work. I don't want to put pressure on you, I just want there to be nothing driving a wedge between us. Us against the world or nothing." He looked back at the road, his face was clenched, he was struggling with his emotions too. "But, we have the whole weekend. I'd like to let today be a day without that struggle, and I don't want to fight. Let's enjoy today and talk tomorrow." He squeezed my knee and smiled at me.
"That sounds good. I want to get past all the emotion from last night and have my boyfriend back again." He nodded his head back. "Can we at least agree to some ground rules for this talk?"
"Sure, I have the first one. One person talks, the other person listens- REALLY listens- and you have to state in your own words what the other person said before you say what you want to say." I looked questioningly at him, so he continued. "One thing I learned in the Corps is that it isn't always what you say, it's what other people understand that is important. We both have strong feelings, we both can fly off the handle. Doing this forces us not to interrupt each other and to listen to understand."
I nodded my head, anything that would keep me from going batshit crazy on him would help. "I want complete honesty- I'd rather you get it all out on the table instead of dragging it out for months."
"Honesty you shall get. Anything else?"
"Yes. I want YOU. First we fuck, then we talk, then we fuck some more. If this relationship doesn't work out I'm getting every bit of you I can this weekend." I moved his hand up inside the hem of my shorts as I was saying this. He got the hint and went to move my panties aside, only to find out I wasn't wearing them. "It's a long drive Doug, a girl has to have a way to pass the time!" I moved my back towards him and slid down in the seat to make it easier for him to get his fingers in place. He cupped my sex with his hand, then moved the length of his fingers along my lips a few times until I was well lubricated. He continued his assault by hooking his middle fingers into me as his other fingers slid alongside. It felt wonderful, and my body quickly responded. Looking around, I saw the interstate was pretty empty so I lifted up my shirt and started playing with my nipples. This drew his attention.
