Allen's Neighbor
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 4: Confession
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 4: Confession - In a small Rocky Mountain town, Allen wakes to flames in his bedroom window. Cedar Grove has a brand new 1954-model Fire Truck, but fire destroys his neighbor Kitty's home and business. She's fled to his back door in a flimsy nightgown soaked with icy slush. Within an hour, she's dry, naked, and sharing his bed for, ah, warmth. A romantic story with frequent sex, danger, some military history, and even a surprise pregnancy.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Crime Historical Tear Jerker Workplace Cheating Anal Sex Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts Size Violence
Allen was still keeping his furnace turned up so both of them could move around the house comfortably wearing little or no clothing. They delighted in watching each other’s bodies.
This night, Kitty was wearing some slick satin lounging pajamas. Allen wore his old boxer shorts with the unreliable fly which would expose his erection on the slightest pretext.
“Did you like your dinner?”
“It was delicious, Kitty. Didn’t you work in a diner?”
“Funny guy. Shut your pie hole. But we’ve put this discussion off for too long. Sweetie, please tell me why a decorated soldier with a huge bank account is living in a tiny rural house far from the bright lights of the big city.”
“You’re right. I’ve been hiding here in Cedar Grove. I guess I need to tell you why. While I was in the Marines, I didn’t know I had any wealth. I had little spending money and I was being frugal by not buying tobacco, alcohol, or, um, women. Then, I was sent into the middle of what is now North Korea when the massive Chinese invasion began. Suddenly, we were outnumbered, outgunned, surrounded, and overwhelmed.
“Kitty, I believe some writers describe Hell as a frozen waste instead of a pit of fire. We were in the first kind of hell. Sometimes, 35 degrees below freezing. Our supplies, like food and ammunition, were running out. Entire units were being destroyed by enemy forces three, four, even five times larger. I think that even now, some of the true stories from the conflict are being suppressed. The misery and losses were shocking, beyond belief.
“The short version is that I received my Silver Star on account of my personally rescuing nine fellow Marines under withering enemy fire and helping them back to relative safety behind our lines. What was not in my citation, and what I’m not supposed to talk about, is the five, the five...”
He ground to a halt, silently weeping.
“The five that you couldn’t save. Did anyone blame you or discipline you?”
“No, they commended me, recommended me for the decoration, and evacuated me because of the bullet in my shoulder. They ordered me to keep silent about my, about those...”
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