Coolness Under Fire

by Michael Erickston

Copyright© 2013 by Michael Erickston

Drama Sex Story: Sun Tzu knew what he was talking about!

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Humor   Revenge   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   First   Oral Sex   Violent   School   Military   .

Foreword: Ok, this isn't what I usually write in this category. No, it isn't a cucktale, and will probably piss off the cucks and wife sharers big time. Ask me if I give a shit. :)

This one could go in several different categories, but I'm publishing it in LW.

You've been warned. I officially relinquish any responsibility for any complaints that come my way due to the content of this tale. That makes any complaints NMP [Not My Problem]

Enjoy the ride, folks. :)


"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle."

― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Hmmm. Where do I start my tale? The beginning, you say? Good idea. I'm Mark Gallows, my wife is Kellie Gallows, and this is our tale.

I remember being born ... Ok, just kidding there. But that WOULD be the beginning, right? Ok, ok. I'll skip ahead some to when I first met Kellie Everett.

We were 6 years old, and to me, girls were still "icky" and "gross", so I was a bit pissed off that I was being made to spend time and play with a GIRL! It didn't matter to me that she was black. She was a GIRL, and that made her "icky". Luckily, I got over that tidbit as I got older.

Now, our dads had served together in the Army back in Vietnam, and had become Best Friends on the battlefield. After the war, they moved back home and got married. Dad to my Mom, and her Daddy to her Momma.

It turned out that Kellie and I were born at around the same time, and Kellie's Daddy moved them to Santa Barbara where my Dad had his construction business. Dad gave Mr. Everett a job, and soon they were partners in the business.

Everything was going well, but when Kellie and I entered 2nd Grade, their construction business fell on hard times. So they fell back on what they knew, and reenlisted in the US Army.

Over the years, we were stationed at several duty posts together. Kellie and I had grown to be the "Second Generation Best Friends" our parents had joked about us becoming when we were younger. So when we'd get posted together, we'd gravitate to each other. Hey, anyone who grows up an "Army Brat" knows that moving every few years is tough, and you have to prove yourself at each new school to avoid getting bullied or shunned.

So we stuck together, and had each other's back wherever we found ourselves. Our friendship grew even after we started dating. No, we didn't date each other at that time. We dated other people. To her, I was just her best friend, and she was the same to me.

However, after my first breakup, we started a tradition that we would go the Mall on the Saturday following either of us breaking up to a matinee movie. Usually something violent and full of action, as we would have a lot of tension to work out. Watching a sci-fi or action movie usually did the trick. We'd get pumped up and let our frustrations and hurt flow out of us with the action unfolding onscreen.

When our Dads got out as we entered our Sophomore year of High School, they started up their construction business again, and this time it worked out really well. More and more jobs took them down to L.A. and even as far as up to Sacramento. They were gone sometimes for a week or two at a time, but they were in high demand. General contractors, and more importantly, COMPETENT general contractors are always in high demand, as long as they don't keep their business too localized.

So it came to pass that Kellie and I became even closer to each other than to our own families. We also had a few close calls and nearly "crossed the line" several times between Best Friends and lovers. We kept our cool, though. Barely. It got harder and harder (no pun intended) to stop myself from crossing the line with her. We didn't want to ruin our friendship.

It all came to a head when we got dumped the week before our Senior Prom by our significant others. Ty just up and dumped her over the phone, which caught everyone by surprise. Meanwhile, Bridget was in the process of writing me a "Dear Mark" letter, which she then delivered to my house without a word. She wouldn't even talk to me! So, needless to say, we were both SOL for Prom.

That Saturday, we lucked out and caught a Chuck Norris marathon at the Cineplex. Older Chuck movies are still great.

Now, Kellie was still a virgin, as was I. She was a cheerleader and track star at our school, while I played Baseball. My buddy Tyrone had asked about dating Kellie, and I had introduced them. He played First Base, while I played Second Base. We racked up quite a few double plays, and we were a great one-two punch offensively at the plate, too.

Well, Tyrone had dated Kellie for almost a year. Hell, I thought, and a LOT of others thought, that they would get married after graduation, Ty's history notwithstanding.

Well, to make a long story short, Ty dumped Kellie a week before Prom so he could take another girl. The girl he took was supposed to be MY date, my aforementioned ex-girlfriend Bridget. So that ended not just my relationship, but Kellie's relationship with Ty and my friendship with Ty. Oh, and Kellie's friendship with Bridget, too. They had been on the cheerleading squad together. Pretty convoluted, right?

Yeah, a LOT of hurt had been hurled out at the exact same time with as little effort as possible. Ty and Bridget had hurt both my best friend and me at the exact same time. Like I said, we lucked out with the Chuck Norris movie marathon that Saturday.

Oh, Ty didn't get away with it unscathed, though. But we'll get to that shortly.

Kellie and I ended up going to Prom together. I still had my two tickets, and neither one of us had a date, so it just made sense. We danced. We had fun, and that seemed to be a slap in the face to ol' Tyrone and Bridget.

I still remember picking her up at her house (which was two houses down from mine) on the night of Prom. She walked downstairs in that emerald green dress that hugged her figure like a second skin from the waist up. My breath caught in my throat as I wondered for the first time what the fuck Tyrone had been thinking! Mr. Everett saw my expression, chuckled deep in his throat, and told me to have his Princess home by midnight. I vaguely remember agreeing to do so, and took Kellie's hand.

She looked stunning with her hair done in ringlets that fell around her lovely face. She wore minimal makeup, which she honestly didn't need at all. I was awestruck by how beautiful she looked that night, and barely managed to squeak out how beautiful she looked.

Kellie smiled, hugged me, and told me that I looked very handsome too. That broke me out of my hormone-driven stupor, and we were once again Best Friends, and I was completely comfortable with her again. I even managed to pay attention to the road while driving us to Prom.

Well, Ty and Bridget, a fiery hot redhead, were rubbing our noses in it as often as possible that Ty had "stolen my girl" and dumped Kellie while he was at it. At first we ignored them. They weren't worth the trouble, but trouble would be coming Ty's way soon.

In spite of that vow to keep our cool, Kellie damn near lost it a couple times, and I admittedly wasn't far behind her when Ty really kicked the taunting up a notch. He was grinding on Bridget every chance he got. He would then look over at us and grin while Bridget would smirk.

However, we steeled ourselves and kept our tempers in check ... barely. We had to keep our cool, and we did so. My whole plan depended on it.

Things went from bad to worse as EVERYONE knew that Tyrone had "stolen" Bridget from me, while they looked at Kellie as my "consolation prize". What they didn't know was that Bridget wasn't all she was cracked up to be. She was a decent kisser, but Kellie was better.

No, the BIG secret was that Ty had "stolen" a LOT of white girlfriends with his smooth talk and the myth of the "BBC". He was actually smaller than me. Hell, we'd done the bet on whose was larger, and measured them out. He was an inch shorter and a bit skinnier than my 7 1/2 long, 2 1/2 inch thick cut cock. Due to the Bro Code, I had kept that a secret, as bros aren't supposed to rat on their bros' cock size, or lack thereof.

Now, Ty's dog status had been our secret, too. We'd laugh about his "conquests" which I didn't take seriously. I thought he was bullshitting.

I started to worry after he bragged about how he stole Max Garrett's girl 3 months before he started dating Kellie. Max was an ok guy, even though we weren't much more than passing acquaintances. We jocks were cool to each other, mostly. The other jocks found my quirk with comic books to be "uncool". That was ok, though. I had some nerd friends to talk comics with, and Kellie is a fan of some of the indie comics.

No, I had worried because Max and Cheryl had a very public breakup, and she'd refused to tell ANYONE why she'd dumped Max. She had then moved away a month later.

"I can't believe that asshole!" Kellie whispered to me as we danced close during a slow song, breaking me out of my reverie of all the things that had happened to bring us to this point. It was coming up on the Coronation of the King and Queen.

"Don't worry about it, Kell. I talked to Max earlier this week. I also talked to Sam and Dave, and they're getting the word out, too." I smirked as I whispered in her ear. "Besides, I have the hottest girl here in my arms right now."

She smiled at me, showing off all her perfect teeth. "Damn, you are one smooth talker!" She giggled and kissed me with her lush full lips. I returned her kiss, then she broke it to look at me seriously. "What are you planning?"

"You'll see. Trust me, before you and Ty started dating, he was a big time dog when it comes to women. Turns out, he still is. When he asked me to introduce you, he swore he was done with the crap he'd been doing. I, unfortunately, believed him, and I'm sorry for him hurting you." I nodded to where they were dancing and shooting glares at us occasionally.

"Ok, white boy. Spill it, and don't worry about the shit he pulled. I knew he was a dog before we started dating, and I thought he'd changed too." She smirked back.

"Well, remember just before you two started dating and Max got dumped by Cheryl?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, that was ug ... No way! He didn't! That motherfuckin' piece of shit!" Kellie was stunned as she got it. Yeah, she'd known he was a dog, but not THAT big of a dog ... until right that moment.

"Yep, exactly." I nodded. Cheryl had moved away shortly after that incident, and Max had never been told why she dumped him ... until earlier in the week. I made sure he needed to keep his cool until tonight though. Somehow, some way, we all managed to keep word from getting out that something major was going down on Prom Night involving Tyrone.

Kellie got a huge grin on her face as she got my meaning. "You told Max, didn't you?"

I just nodded and smiled smugly. I caught Ty and Bridget glaring at us again, and let them think what they wanted about my smugness. It was time for a bit of vengeance with a dash of style.

The song ended, and we walked back to the punch bowl hand in hand, our fingers interlaced.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you've all been waiting for!" Our principle, Mr. Skinner (no, not the one from The Simpsons, even though he was just about as goofy) announced that the votes were all in for Prom King and Queen.

After announcing the 2nd and 1st Runners Up, neither of which were Ty and Bridget, Ty and Bridget were even more convinced than before that they'd won it.

Then Mr. Skinner smiled out over the crowd as we reached the moment I'D been waiting for. "And the winners are: Mark Gallows and Kellie Everett!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Tyrone shouted in disbelief. He'd just been upstaged by his ex-friend and his ex-girlfriend. My vengeance was complete.

"Yeah, Tyrone. What the fuck," Max said as he came up behind my former bud with Sam and Dave beside him. "What the fuck were you doing going after Cheryl? What the fuck were you doing WITH Cheryl that caused her to break up with me? You know, I didn't believe it at first, but when I called Cheryl up ... we're still friends, by the way ... she confirmed what Mark told me about what you were saying."

Ty shot me a glare full of hatred before grinning at Max. "Hey, man. That was just us guys bullshittin'. I never did nothin' with Cheryl, man."

Max wasn't buying it, and neither were the other guys who'd had their girls stolen by Tyrone. Yes, I'd told all three of them. Like I said, when Ty stole mine, we were no longer Bros, so the Bro Code was no longer in effect. He really should have thought of that before he set his sights on Bridget. But then, he always thought with his little head first.

Kellie and I went up onstage where our crowns were waiting. We were crowned King and Queen, and after thanking everyone who voted for us, took the dance floor for our Coronation Dance. I glanced around, but Ty and the guys whose girlfriends he'd messed with weren't in the gym anymore. Neither was Bridget, from the lack of fiery red hair anywhere to be seen.

I leaned forward and kissed my best friend as her lips parted for mine. "God, you're beautiful." I whispered as we broke the kiss.

"You're pretty fine yourself, baby." She whispered back as she molded her body to mine. All 5'5" and 128 pounds of athletic goddess with C-cup breasts pressed up against my 6'1" 198 pound frame. Her heals added another 4 inches, making her 5'9" and just the right height for me to not get a crick in my neck while kissing her.

To be honest, I had kissed Kellie before this. When we were with our parents stationed in Germany before our dads ETS'd, and we were still in Junior High, we'd done some experimenting together. Nothing really sexual, though the thought had crossed my mind. Hell, I was a hormone driven teenager, and Kellie had grown in a nubile Nubian beauty!

But no, we just kissed and found what we liked and told each other what we liked. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my Best Friend was my First Kiss.

My thoughts were snapped back to the present as Max and the guys returned to the gym, but Ty was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Bridget, still. Yeah, she'd kind of disappeared at the same time Ty had. Oh, well. Bridget wanted Ty, she could be with Ty. No worries, here. I was with Kellie, and was more than happy to have my Best Friend in my arms. I somehow knew in my heart and soul that she would never betray me.

Max and the guys had satisfied smiles on their faces as they rejoined their dates, and I figured they had beaten Ty down like the dog he is. I wasn't far off the mark, as it turned out, but more on that later.

Kellie and I finished our dance as Prom King and Queen. God Almighty, she's a beauty to behold. For reference, think Nicole Beharie only taller. Yes, she's that cute and sexy! And that night, she looked even better than normal, and that's saying something! All I could think was that Tyrone had to be an idiot to dump her like he had.

We walked back to the punchbowl for another drink, with smiles from all of our friends sent our way. Now that they knew the truth about Tyrone, they no longer felt sympathy for us. Now they gave us looks of respect, that in spite of Tyrone rubbing it in our faces, we'd kept our heads up high and kept Ty and Bridget from ruining our night.

And we'd done it with style.

Some might call me a wimp for having others do my "dirty work" for me, but that wasn't the case. I'd just told some guys what Ty had done. My revenge on him was in living well and taking the King spot from him while Kellie took the Queen spot from Bridget. I just facilitated Max's and the other guys' revenge on Ty for what he'd done to them in the past, since I found out the truth about Ty's bragging.

All debts were paid that night, as far as Justice went.

But the night wasn't over yet.

Now, my plan had been to take Kellie home after Prom. We would hit one after-party for a bit, then head on home. I wasn't going to presume anything. What I didn't realize, however, was that Kellie had her own agenda for tonight.

When Prom was wrapping up, Kellie grabbed me and whispered in my ear. "The night isn't over yet, baby. I think it's time we do something we shoulda done a long time ago."

The way she said it made me hard as a rock. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was referring to, and I'm smarter than the average bear, if I do say so myself. Eat your heart out, Yogi!

I felt myself hardening at the thought of being with Kellie sexually. The thought of giving her my virginity as she gave me hers did the trick, and a switch was thrown in my head. I allowed myself to love my Best Friend as more than a Best Friend. It was at that moment that I fell inextricably in love with her.

"Good, because I'm thinking the same thing, Beautiful," I replied with a look that showed her just what I wanted. I think she could tell by the growing bulge in my pants, too.

"Mom got me Birth Control pills when I told her that I was going to give it up to Ty. Too bad he didn't want this." She gave me a wink as she said it along with a sexy smile.

"Well, Ty is a dog and an idiot," I countered. "I'm neither one of those, but if we do this, it isn't going to be just a one-night thing. Kellie, I love you, and I'm falling In Love with you. Are you ok with that?"

"I love you too, Mark. I always have, and you know that. I've been falling In Love with you over the last week, so it's all good." The smile she gave me and the look of love in her eyes told me that she was telling the truth.

I took her in my arms and kissed her again. This kiss was different than the kisses we'd shared earlier, though. This was a kiss that claimed her as my own. This was a kiss full of the heart's promise that we would always be together from this night forward.

She gave back as good as she got, giving me the same unspoken promise. However, as soon as we broke the kiss, she put that promise into words as well.

"I'm yours, Mark. Forever and always," she whispered in my ear. "Remember what I told you when we were 10?"

I thought back to when we were in Georgia together and going to Morgan Road Middle School in Augusta for 7th Grade. I grinned as I remembered that conversation.

"Yeah, I remember. Should we get married before I go to Basic Training or after I get home?"

"After, baby. We need to get the wedding planned and tell our folks what we're going to do."

"And I need to get you a ring, sweetheart," I replied, grinning ear to ear to match her own.

We left the Prom shortly after that, and got into my Camaro. She told me to drive to our spot. It was the spot we'd gone to whenever we needed to talk and needed the privacy to do so. The Bluffs are the cliffs overlooking the Pacific near Santa Barbara. They're a very romantic spot, by the way.

When we got there, Kellie pulled the blanket out of the back seat that I always kept in there. We got out and she spread the blanket on the grass in a secluded spot.

I took her in my arms and unzipped her dress as she untied my tie and unbuttoned my tux jacket.

We undressed each other slowly, her dress and my tux landing on the grass. When she removed her strapless bra, I looked upon her beautiful breasts for the first time. God, her Cs were perfect!

I laid her down gently on the blanket, itself laying on the soft thick grass. I moved down beside her, drinking in the sight of her beautiful body before leaning down and kissing her lips.

"Eat my pussy, baby?" She asked in a whisper as we broke the kiss.

"I've never done it before, Kell," I replied, not knowing exactly what to do.

"Just give it a shot like the guys in the pornos do it," She smiled at me, reminding me of the porn I'd been watching in preparation of this moment.

I blushed as I kissed her again softly and tenderly. "Ok, but first I'm going to explore you with my lips and tongue, sweetheart."

She shuddered as I whispered it, and her breathing grew heavier. "Do it, baby. Please!"

In response, I lowered my mouth to her breasts, kissing and licking her erect dark nipples. The full moon overhead bathed us in enough light to see clearly, but I closed my eyes and explored her body with my lips and tongue. I kissed down her toned belly slowly, trailing my tongue as I went.

She moaned appreciatively as she spread her thighs for me, my mouth moving down over her shaved pubic mound and inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal.

I let instinct take over at that point. I extended my tongue and touched her glistening pussy lips tentatively. She gasped as I tasted her for the first time, and ran her fingers through my hair as I slipped my tongue deep inside her. Her taste exploded in my mouth as I realized I had never tasted anything so good in my life!

Kellie was moaning and gasping as I feasted on her chocolate covered strawberry, drinking down her sweet nectar as I discovered an instant love of eating pussy. God, she tasted so fuckin' WONDERFUL!

She squirted all over my face the first time she came. She screamed out in ecstasy and her back arched as she tightened her grip on my hair and shuddered beneath my merciless tongue. I kept licking and sucking, giving her every bit of pleasure I could. She was my Best Friend, and now something much more than she had been before. I knew that I would want her for the rest of my life!

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed as she finally came down from a massive orgasm and tried to catch her breath.

"Did you like that, baby?" I asked with a smile, my face covered in her juices.

She looked into my eyes with an intense love, and smiled radiantly for me as she pulled me up as she sat up herself, and kissed me with more passion than I had thought possible.

"I loved it, boo," she whispered as she finally broke the kiss.

Then she pushed me onto my back and started licking my throbbing member as she grasped it lightly around the base. Her other hand came up and cupped my balls, and she tried to get as much of me into her mouth as she could. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately if you see it that way, she could only get 3 inches into her mouth before her gag reflex kicked in.

She gave me a rueful smile. "Sorry, baby. I can't seem to get it to fit."

"No prob, Kell. Let's see if it'll fit someplace else." I grinned as I said it, and she blushed before moving off of me and coming up beside me on the blanket. I moved over her and looked into her eyes. "I love you, Kell. I always have."

"I love you too, Mark. You know that," she replied with a smile as she stroked my cheek. "Please go slow, baby. You're pretty big down there."

"I will, sweetheart. Don't worry. It's probably going to hurt when I do it, though," I warned her. She knew it too, but just stroked my cheek again and pulled me down to kiss me softly.

"I know. I'm ready for it. Make me a woman, boo."

And with that, I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and pushed forward slowly. It went in about 2 or 3 inches before I hit her hymen. My eyes never left hers as she smiled nervously and nodded. I pushed forward into her, burying myself completely inside her as she bit her lip to avoid screaming in pain.

"Are you ok, baby?" I asked in a whisper as I stopped moving completely. I stroked her hair as she sobbed a bit, but soon she recovered enough to look at me with tear-filled eyes.

"I am now, Mark. Give it to me slow, baby. Make love to me," she whispered back.

Her wish was my command, and I moved slowly in and out of her, kissing her full lips as our tongues danced together. She moaned as I filled her, and I realized that I was filling her completely when the head of my cock hit the back wall of her pussy.

She moaned and cried out as she started coming, and I wasn't far behind her. It had only been a few minutes, but I couldn't hold out much longer, as it was my first time too. Yeah, I'd jacked off before showering for Prom, but nothing could have prepared me enough for this experience. Kellie moaned again as I pushed into her again, and she could feel me swelling inside her.

"Come in me," she whispered quickly as her breath caught in her throat, and I felt her climax around me as her pussy clamped down hard on my shaft. Her scream was muffled as my lips captured hers, and my balls tightened as I thrust into her one final time.

"Oh FUCK!" I shouted as the most intense orgasm of my life blasted through me like a thunderbolt. The cum shot from my cock in volleys and waves, blasting into my best friend's pussy as she wrapped her legs and arms around me. She held me tight as my balls emptied themselves into her over and over and over again.

"Yes, baby! That's it. Give it to me! Come in my pussy!" She whispered/demanded of me as I felt like my orgasm would never end. She shuddered as she came again, with my cum filling her to overflowing as her pussy tightened again and milked me of every drop I had.

When I finally pulled out of her, the cum and a little blood was leaking from her pussy, and I grabbed a couple towels from the back seat of my car. They were beach towels, and I'd put them in there in anticipation of going to the beach in the morning, but would have to wash them again after this!

She sat up and kissed me as I cleaned her, our tongues dancing slowly again as we drank each other in. Her nipples were still hard in the cool late spring air, and I couldn't resist sucking them again.

She gasped and looked at her watch. "Baby! We need to get home!" she exclaimed in an urgent whisper. "It's almost midnight!"

"Well, Princess, we wouldn't want you to turn into a pumpkin, would we?" I grinned.

She giggled. "No, we wouldn't. Besides, I think your Camaro would be turning into a pumpkin, if this was the fairy tale."

I feigned shock. "Well, it's a damn good thing this is real life! I did too much work on that car for it to turn into a pumpkin on Prom Night."

I stuck my tongue out and crossed my eyes, giving her my silly look. She giggled again and kissed me again. "Take me home, baby."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, practicing how to address female officers once I entered the Army.

"I like 'ma'am'. I think you should call me that from now on," She gave me her own silly look, and I grinned and kissed her.

We dressed and I gathered up the blanket and towels and put them in my trunk. I keep my car clean, but I would have to wash out the trunk and wash the towels and blanket in the morning.

I dropped her off at her house and walked her to her door. The light was still on, and I could see her father waiting inside for her to get home. I caught a glimpse of her mom, too, and was suddenly very nervous.

"Don't worry, baby. Momma and Daddy love you. You know that. I think we need to talk to them tomorrow, though," she was reading my mind. I knew that we would have to break the news to our families about what we wanted to do.

Kellie had also elected to join the Army. She went MP, while I went Infantry. Yeah, she wanted to be a cop, and I was just looking for the adventure.

We would be going to MEPS down in L.A. in September, so we had the whole summer to spend together.

What happened to Tyrone and Bridget, you ask? Well, Ty was found the morning after Prom. He had been stripped and left on the beach after he had DOG spray-painted across his chest and back in neon orange paint. Seems that Max and the guys weren't too thrilled with him, and decided to reveal his status to the world. Bridget wasn't anywhere near there, as the guys had taken her home.

Turns out, she was too embarrassed by what had happened to say anything to anyone, and when Ty asked her to talk to the cops about it, she told him that she didn't know what he was talking about. Gotta love shallow girls.

From what Max told me later, they'd dropped her off first before taking Ty and decorating him with the fitting label.

Kellie and I laughed our asses off as Max, Sam, and Dave told the tale of how Tyrone had kept trying to bullshit them even as they made him strip, then held him in place as Max did his best Pablo Picasso impression with the orange can. I never said it was a GOOD impression of Picasso. Just his best impression.

Fast-forward 3 months, and plans rarely work out the way we want. Kellie and I couldn't get stationed together as boyfriend and girlfriend, and it turned out that we had to wait until AFTER we got out to get married.

In order to NOT have to deal with a Long Distance Relationship, we had a serious discussion in the airport after my folks dropped us both off. We agreed to go back to being Best Friends for the duration of our tours. No pressure, and we could see whoever we wanted while we weren't together. We came to an understanding that IF we fell in love with other people, we would stay Best Friends, but wouldn't be together while in a relationship with someone else.

Yes, it was difficult for both of us. We had spent the entire summer together, and figured out what the other liked. Kellie had kept practicing her blowjob technique on me, and by the time we left for Basic, she was damn good at it!

We agreed to NOT tell each other about any liaisons we had while we were in. We also agreed to be as safe as possible with whoever we slept with. That meant No Sex Without Condoms. It was the closest we would ever come to an "open" relationship, but we weren't technically together anymore, at that point.

No, I won't tell you about who I was with while I was in. Kellie never told me, but we both admitted there had been others. Hell, we barely saw each other in those 4 years. We took Leave together when we could, but that wasn't very often, and there were a few other times we saw each other, but I'll get to that in a moment.

We HAD emailed each other constantly, though. We would call or email and kept in touch. Our conversations were mostly about how our jobs were going, and if we were having fun or not. Well, at least they were for the first two years. We always ended each conversation with "Love ya" before hanging up or hitting Send.

2 years in, 9/11 happened, and we got deployed. We ended up stationed fairly close to each other in Afghanistan, but a world apart. She was placed in a non-combat area in Kandahar while I was in the thick of hunting down the Taliban with the 2nd Ranger Batt. We were full of patriotism and wanted nothing more than to find the mastermind who had killed thousands of people and bring him to justice. Granted, my idea of justice for him was a round between his eyes, a perfect t-zone kill. Unfortunately, I never got a shot at him.

Needless to say, we still talked and emailed, but not nearly as frequently as we had before. We met up a couple times while in Afghanistan and spent a few days getting reacquainted with each other's body. At that time, those were the best three days of my life.

We decided not to re-up when it came time to decide whether or not to reenlist. We wanted to get out of there and be together. It was a rough road we took and our lives with each other had been put on hold, but we would be together finally.

Through the Grace of God, we made it out alive from that warzone. We actually outprocessed together at Ft. Jackson, and flew home to LAX together.

We joined the Mile High Club that day, and man, it was worth it to fuck Kellie again, even if that damned airplane lavatory was barely big enough.

When we landed, both of our families were there to greet us. We walked off the plane hand in hand, having gotten back together over the past couple days at Jackson and on the plane ride home.

We were both dressed in civvies, having changed out of our Class A's after outprocessing was complete. Both sets of parents could tell right away that we were back together.

We finally unlaced our fingers from each other as our families hugged us. My shithead brother even gave me a hug, realizing that I'd done what he would never have the intestinal fortitude to do. Hey, as much as I detest the little toad sometimes, he's still Family.

Kellie's sister also joined in on the hugs. She'd grown up quite a bit from when we'd left. She wasn't a gawky beanpole anymore. She'd filled out into a good looking woman.

Yes, I had some fantasies about getting Kellie and Cassie into bed at the same time. I know, I know. I'm a dog. Not enough of a dog to cheat on Kellie, at least! I'm not Tyrone, nor will I ever be like Tyrone. Hell, what guy out there hasn't fantasized about having two sisters at the same time? Fantasies like the one I entertained about Kellie and Cassie are just that, though. Fantasies. Imagination at work. In other words, it was NOT going to happen in real life.

Anyway, we decided that we would get jobs and use our G.I. Bills to get some college under our belts. Getting a degree in a good field would ensure our futures. We found an apartment and some part-time jobs, and settled into a fairly hectic routine. We still made time for each other, though. We always made time for each other.

Now, I'd always liked computers. Not only that, but I was good with computers. So of course, I chose Computer Science for my Major. I also got my CompTIA certifications in A+, Network+, Security+, Server+, and I was more than ready to join the workforce. Let it be known that those are some of the most brain-draining tests ever created. I also took the A+ exams in one day, even though it isn't recommended. I barely passed the Practical, but that was ok. I passed!

So after I got my first job in the IT field, I bought the ring. A half-carat diamond in a 24 karat gold setting. I had it sized for her petite finger and boxed up. Yes, it took most of my credit card to buy it, but I figured that I would have it paid off in about 6 or 7 months. With my new job working as a Network Technician, I was making some good money.

It was worth it, though.

That night when Kellie got back to our apartment, I had the wine, the dinner from Mario's, and the ring in the box in my pocket. I don't cook. Just to make that clear. I tried once. It didn't end well.

Kellie was working and had received her MBA early, having aced all the courses necessary in record time. We had run a real risk of burning ourselves out, but we managed to keep each other from going completely loony toons.

"Hey, Beautiful. Long day at work?" I asked as I took her in my arms and kissed her. She dropped her purse and bag on the counter and kissed me back lovingly.

"Mmhmm. You might say that, baby. Just found out that Justine is retiring. We're getting some new guy from out of state," she said, rolling her eyes.

Now, we both loved Justine. She'd been kind of a second mom to both of us. It saddened me too, but then I just shrugged.

"Well, we can invite her to the wedding," I said with a smile. "Kell, I know I never did this properly when I asked you to marry me, so I'm doing it now." I got down on one knee and pulled the felt covered box out of my pocket. "Kellie-Lin Everett, will you marry me?" I asked as I opened the box.

"Oh baby!" Kellie's eyes went wide and her smile shown radiantly as she took in the ring I'd bought her. "Yes!" She threw her arms around me as she sank to the floor on her knees too.

We kissed for what must have been an hour before she finally broke it and I was able to slide the ring onto her finger.

"I love you, Mark," she said as she kissed me again once we were standing. She admired the ring and kissed me again.

"I love you too, Kell," I replied, kissing my love one more time.

We ate in silence, just looking into each other's eyes as we smiled at each other. One of us would grin occasionally, and we'd laugh or giggle. We were both giddy with anticipation.

We'd been unofficially engaged for almost 4 years, living together nearly as long, and had been working our asses off in part-time jobs, as well as going to school pretty much year 'round. Now I had a fulltime job, and was making decent cash. Now we were officially engaged. Life was good!

Kellie was now working fulltime at the Real Estate office, and was the Executive Assistant to the boss, Mrs. Justine Hart. Mr. David Hart was an ad executive, and between the two of them, they were clearing a million a year after taxes.

Now Justine was going to retire. Some new guy was coming in to take over the office. Oh, well. I'd meet him eventually. Justine and David were good friends, and Kellie was going to miss having Justine as a boss. I couldn't blame her.

"So when is Justine going to officially retire?" I asked as we sat on the couch after dinner. We were snuggled up, just enjoying each other's company as we'd been doing now ever since we got out. It had become another tradition, enjoying some quiet time after dinner. Just the two of us, no other cares in the world, and catching up on each other's day.

"She said in a year, so she's going to be around for a while yet," she said. "I'm gonna miss her, boo. I don't know this guy coming in. What if he's a hard ass?"

I shrugged and chuckled. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'm pretty sure he will be just as impressed with you as Justine is. To go from being an MP to being an Executive Assistant is a hell of a transition. You did it easily."

"Ha ha! Easily? Yeah, right!" she snorted. "Honey, you have NO idea how hard it was to become something totally different than what I was doing for four years."

I raised an eyebrow at that and looked into her dark amber-brown eyes. "Oh? Hmmm, let's see. Infantry, sniper, Ranger, and 2 tours in Afghanistan to Computer Geek. Yep, I guess you're right." I gave her my silly face, eyes crossed and tongue stuck out the side of my mouth, and she actually blushed as she realized what she'd just said.

"Sorry, boo. You're right," she acknowledged.

I laughed. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. So, when do you want to get married?"

"ASAP, honey. I wanna be Mrs. Kellie Gallows by the end of the month," she grinned as she said it. "I knew we'd get married, baby. Even back when we were kids."

"I think I did too. Damn glad we finally got around to it," I replied with a grin of my own. It dawned on me in that instant that we really are soul mates.

Well, that conversation led to us getting together with our families to get the wedding planned ASAP. Our Moms took over the planning with Kellie, and left us guys out of the loop completely. So we sat around and drank beer while the womenfolk planned the wedding. It's great to be a guy, sometimes!

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