Brad's Road Trip Ch. 12

She stiffened a little, but I kept rubbing her back.

"Relax," I said. "She knows about it, and the only thing she doesn't like is that she can't be here to join in with us."

"You promise?" she muttered, without looking up at me.

"Yes," I replied. "You can even talk to her, if you want, though she might ask to stay on the phone and listen to everything we do. But she'll give you permission if that's what you need."

She shook her head, and as another slow song came on, I told her all about Kelly's and my relationship. How we hadn't met yet, but we'd been connecting on a such a deep and intimate level that we were comfortable calling it boyfriend and girlfriend because we were sure it would get to that point when we met. The only thing I left out was that I still had no idea what she looked like.

"That's why she's okay with me doing whatever I want to do for the rest of my trip," I explained. "Once we meet and there's a real relationship, who knows what agreements we'll have. But I started this trip with every intention of enjoying myself, and she knows that. She refused to get in the way of that, but since she does have feelings for me, she wants me to tell her details of everything that happens."

That got Ellie's attention, and she pulled her head off my shoulder and looked me directly in the eyes.

"So, not only can you rest easy knowing that she doesn't mind whatever we do tonight," I said, "but keep in mind that she'll be cumming for me on the phone tomorrow as I give her a steamy, explicit play-by-play description of it."

A low moan escaped Ellie's throat. She pulled my head down and thrust her tongue into my mouth wildly. Our lips crackled when they crashed together, and when we stopped, I noticed several nearby couples looking at us. My sister and her boyfriend were one of them.

"That might be the hottest thing I've ever heard," she said.

"Wanna go make it a reality?" I asked. She checked her watch.

"My boss should be gone by now," she said. "I hope you drive fast."

Ellie needed to hit the restroom before we left, so I found Lea and made breakfast plans for the next morning. I made a quick call to my mom, leaving a voicemail to thank her for giving me all the information on Kelly, and to tell her I was sure she would enjoy the presents I was going to send her now that I had her sizes.

Once we got in the car, Ellie just about ended the night early.

"Since you were so honest with me, I'm going to do the same," Ellie said. "I have a boyfriend."

"Oh?" I asked. I was slightly surprised, I guess, but not overly concerned. It wasn't like she'd just gotten this boyfriend since we got in the car, and she'd made it clear where things were headed. "Where is he?"

"Somewhere in southern Afghanistan."

I pulled over and stopped the car in a strip mall parking lot.

"Jesus, Ellie," I said.

"I know you're a Marine, Brad," she said, squeezing my bicep for emphasis. "I saw the eagle, globe and anchor tattoo on your arm this morning at the hotel. My boyfriend is a Marine reservist, but he got called up five months ago."

"So why?" I asked. "If you know anything about Marines, you know I can't do that. I was over there for nine months, Ellie. I don't know your boyfriend, but he wears the same uniform I do. Why would you ask me to help you cheat on a fellow Marine?"

"I'll show you," she said. "Just trust me for 10 more minutes, as long as it takes to get back to the store. If you don't want to do anything after that, then we won't. My car is still there. You don't ever have to see me again."

I took a good, long, hard look at her. She seemed like such a nice, sweet girl, and I couldn't fathom why she'd want to cheat on a man who was serving our country in a place that, from personal experience, made Hell look like a Caribbean beach resort. Even if she was that kind of a person, I really didn't get why she thought I'd help her. There are plenty of worthless scumbags who would, no doubt, but once she saw the tattoo, she should have known.

In fact, she did know, and yet, she still wanted this to happen. There was something here I didn't understand.

"I'm not a lying, cheating whore, Brad," she said, seemingly reading my mind. "There's a reason for all this. Please. Just come with me."

No matter who she was and what she was doing, I wasn't about to let her walk five or so miles back to the mall. So, I started the car.

"I suppose you're going to tell me he's fine with it," I said.

"He is," Ellie said. "You told me the same thing about your girlfriend and I believed you."

I took my phone out of my pocket and tossed it on her lap. "In my phone book. Her name is Kelly. Call her."

She giggled just a little as she handed the phone back to me. I had no idea what the laugh was for. "You already offered to prove it, Brad. That's all I needed to hear. I'll give you proof."

"You gonna let me call him? He has access to a satellite phone over there?"

"Brad," she said, taking my free hand and holding it in both of hers. "I promise you, I'm not trying to pull one over on you. Just relax."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down a little. There wasn't a lot that could instantly raise my blood pressure. Messing with my family was one, as evidenced by my earlier trip to the police station. Someone fucking around on a Marine, or anyone in the military, really, was the other.

When you're over there, the most important thing is obviously the mission, but 1A is coming home in one piece. A war zone is pretty much the last place in the world you want to have trouble concentrating, and I saw a lot of good Marines lose focus because they found out that faithful girlfriend or boyfriend they'd left at home wasn't so faithful after all.

Not finding out until you got home was almost as bad. You make it through your obligatory six months or year of hell and are excited to come back to your life, only to find that your significant other just couldn't help themselves. You're the one getting shot at, fighting through never-ending sandstorms, hoping the weekly IED roulette wheel didn't land on your number -- but for your partner, keeping his or her clothes on was just too hard.

Still, there was something nagging at me about Ellie and the way she'd laid all of this out. For a couple reasons, I decided I wouldn't just drop her off in the parking lot and tell her to have a nice life. Knowing her boyfriend was a Marine made me want to sleep with her a lot less, but it also told me something about her -- someone who wore the same uniform and held himself to the same code I did wanted her to be a big part of his life. Also, her personality intrigued me. She'd pursued me aggressively, yet blushed whenever I called attention to it or pursued back. That kind of contrast was one of the biggest reasons I was so into Kelly, too.

Plus, she was hot. Not the most important reason under the circumstances, but hey. I'm a red-blooded male who's not into dudes. Go figure.

She directed me to park in an alley between wings of the mall building. We got out, and after verifying her boss' car was not where she normally parked, she unlocked the door. We walked about 50 yards down a dark hallway before she unlocked another door.

"This is our tiny little back room," Ellie said. She flipped a few switches, and I saw lights come on out in the store.

"Surely you have cameras," I said. "At least the mall does. You won't get in trouble for being here?"

"I'm an assistant manager," she said. "I can say I had some cataloging or ordering to do if anyone asks why the lights were on. And we turn our in-store cameras off after hours."

"I see," I said. She beckoned me over to a computer in the back room.

"There's a back story here, Brad," she said as she waited for it to boot up. "Tad and I have been together since our sophomore year of high school."

Despite myself, I started laughing.

"What?" she asked.

"Tad," I said. "And for... whatever it is you're trying to do here, you've chosen someone named..." I trailed off.

"Brad," she said. "I know. You saw me chuckling in the car just now, right? When you handed me your phone."

I realized just as she said it. Kelly and Ellie. I started laughing, and she laughed with me. As keyed up as I'd been the past few minutes, the laughter was as welcome as it was surprising.

"Anyway," she said when the laughter had subsided some. "Tad and I waited a long time to have sex, but unlike most people, our first time was spectacular. It's only gotten better since then. He had the typical teenaged boy's sex drive, and I've discovered that I'm quite the nympho. We had sex at least three times a day, but usually more than that, right up until he left."

"That makes it even harder for me to understand why you want to do this," I said.

"He knows me, Brad," she said. "He knows me better than anyone else does, and I know him, too. Like I said -- three times a day, at minimum. Do you have any idea how hard it's been to go from 20 times a week to never?"

"Probably pretty brutal," I said.

"Very," she said. "I've gone through three vibrators since summer started alone, and I should have just bought the Energizer company, because I've spent that much on batteries."

"That's a pretty sexy thought, actually," I said. "But it's common for military couples, especially when they're so young like you and Tad. You just have to deal with it."

"We both knew that," she said. "At first, we just accepted that it was a fact of life, and we'd deal with it. He went out to Camp LeJeune for three weeks to get ready for his deployment, and it was so hard, Brad. We had phone sex as often as we could, but with his barracks situation, that was maybe two or three times. That was the longest we'd gone without having sex since we started. He came back for two days before he shipped out. We spent the whole first day locked in a hotel room. On the second day, we talked about it, and we both knew there was no way in hell we'd make it through his whole nine-month deployment without having sex. We'd both lose our minds."

"Okay," I said. I was starting to get it.

"So, we came up with an agreement," she said. "He gets to play around while he's gone, and so do I. He's not going to become a manwhore, and I'm not going to be a slut about it. When he's home, we're back to normal. But as oversexed as we both are, we thought there was a real possibility that we'd cheat. Even if not, we'd be tempted so many times and we'd start to resent each other for not being able to give in. This way, we're honest about it, we both know it's going on, and it doesn't hurt what he and I have with each other."

"Hmm," I said. "So you just fuck whenever you want?"

"Oh, no," she said. "I curbed it way back. He's slept with one of the girls in his unit a couple times since they've been deployed, and I've been with two guys since he left. One was a one-night stand with a guy I met at a bar in Louisville. The other lasted about a week, and I slept with him two or three times before he started getting attached, so I had to stop it. That was two months ago."

She looked at the computer. It was ready to go, and she went to Youtube, typed in a password and went to a folder labeled 'private,' then clicked on a video.

"Watch this with me," she said. "He sent it to me two days after he deployed."

It was a webcam video. The guy was stereotypical Marine. High and tight haircut, no facial hair, muscles I could see even through the digital camouflage utilities he wore. The chevrons on his collar told me he was a lance corporal, and the name stripe on his chest said Markham.

"Hi Eleanor," he said into the cam. Next to me, Ellie cringed a little. "I know you hate it when I use your full name, but you're not here to slap me. Anyway, I'm at Kaiserslautern Airbase in Germany. We're doing a bit of last-minute staging, and we're out of here day after tomorrow."

"I meant what I said, Ellie," he continued. "I love you, and I'm going to miss you every day. Nothing is more important to me than your happiness, and I know you'd wait for me and stay celibate if I asked you to. But you can be faithful to me without being celibate. You have my blessing to have sex with other people while I'm gone, just as I know I have yours. As long as we tell each other about it, we'll be okay. Maybe telling each other about it will make us even stronger, you never know."

Ellie took my hand then, obviously recalling what I'd told her about my deal with Kelly. The similarities between the two arrangements were striking.

"Like I told you before I left, I don't want you to start fucking every guy that shows interest, because you're a hot woman, and you'd have to fuck half of Indiana. But I know you, and I know your sex drive. When it just gets to be too much, find some guy and blow his mind."

He told her a little more about what he'd be doing without giving away the important details, which were probably classified. His voice started to crack when he was signing off, so he did so quickly.

"See?" Ellie asked me. "Not lying."

"Wow," I said. "So, why me?"

"A few things," she said. "Obviously you're hot. I checked you out this morning when you were leaving the hotel. While you were arguing with your sister's ex, I should've been over there diffusing things with you and him, but I couldn't stop looking at your chest and your abs. Then I got a little feel of them, and..."

She blushed a little as she trailed off. She emphasized the point by rubbing her hands over those areas through my shirt.

"But that's just physical," she said. "Even though I'm very much attached and happy, I still can't sleep with a guy just because I find him hot. I learned that you were a good guy in the hallway, the way you were sticking up for your sister. Then when we were here earlier, and I asked you if you had anyone in mind for that corset, and you said 'you,' you showed you have a bit of a dominant side, which I fucking love."

She pulled my shirt off, and I let her.

"When you told me about Kelly wanting you to tell her everything you did with other girls, it was so much like my deal with Tad that I couldn't help but think this was supposed to happen. But what clinched it for me was how you reacted when you found out Tad was a Marine. Even right now, you're only going to go through with this because you saw that video."

Now that I was shirtless, she pushed me back into the chair.

"I hope Kelly knows how much of a catch she has," she said. "You and Tad might have been brothers in a previous life. You're a lot alike."

I'd been off-balance for a while, but now that my mind was clear about taking a fellow devil dog's woman to bed, I was ready to be me again.

"Tad sounds like a great guy," I said. "I think I'll have to meet him somewhere down the line."

She smiled as I finally verbally accepted what was happening. I snaked a hand behind her ass and pulled her down onto my lap.

"For now, I guess the best I can do is fill in for him."

We made out passionately for a few minutes, right there in the back room of the lingerie shop. She grinded down on my cock hard, and though I couldn't be entirely certain through my shorts, I couldn't feel any underwear beneath her miniskirt.

"Why, Ellie, have you been naughty?" I asked.

"My whole life," she replied between kisses.

"You're not wearing any panties, young lady," I said.

"Not yet," she answered, hopping off my lap. "I think I better try some things on for you before we get too far along."

I nodded, and she disappeared out into the store. She hid the items she was holding as she slipped into one of the dressing stalls, and a few minutes later, she emerged.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, followed by a wolf whistle.

"You like?" she asked, quite unnecessarily.

"Uh, just a little," I replied. She wore a purple bustier that stopped just north of her belly button and a pair of black lace panties. She'd added gold stockings and what looked to be four-inch heels to complete the look. My jaw was still on the ground.

"Is Kelly about my size?" she asked.

"Yeah," I guessed. "I have the exact sizes in my wallet."

"Well, let's give you a nice close-up view, see what you think, hmm?"

She walked over and sat on my lap again, this time thrusting her breasts into my face. The purple fabric was enticing but also provided a little support if she'd have needed it. Her breasts looked perfect encased in the dark lace, and I couldn't help but push my face into her cleavage.

"Oh, God," she moaned. I just grinned -- if sticking my tongue between her tits got that much of a reaction, this was going to be a long night for both of us.

"Stand up and turn around," I said. She did, and I pushed with my palm on her lower back until she got the hint and bent over.

Good God, her panties were crotchless. She was shaved smooth as silk, and her pussy was absolutely dripping with excitement.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked. Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her ass against my face. My tongue found her pussy in no time and extracted as much of her nectar as I could with just one thrust.

"Holy fuck, Brad!!!" Ellie exclaimed. "You can't warn a girl first?"

"You didn't want a warning," I muttered. "You're in heat, remember? It's been two whole months since your little nymphomaniac pussy has been touched."

She groaned at my words. I'd planned to tongue her pussy from behind until she came all over my face, but her legs started shaking in anticipation. With everything she'd told me, I knew exactly what she needed.

"I bet you've been wet all day, haven't you?" I asked, silently undoing my shorts with one hand while the other squeezed her ass through the flimsy lace. "How many pairs of panties have you had to go through today?"

"Two," she moaned. "I took them off... after you left... didn't see the point... putting on more." She spoke in chopped up chunks, getting out words whenever my tongue left her soaked pussy, and filling in the gaps with passionate cries when I darted it back in.

Working my cargo shorts off with one hand was difficult, but eventually I felt them bunch around my ankles.

"Yeah, I've been with a few insatiable girls," I continued. "You don't want warnings. You don't want foreplay. You don't want a lot of pre-game warm-ups. You just want to skip right to the main event."

She whimpered, which wasn't going to cut it. I slapped her right ass cheek.

"Don't you?"

"Please," she moaned, out of breath just from that one word. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and handed it to her.

"Put this in your mouth," I said.

"Why?" she asked. My only response was to slap her other ass cheek. She moaned again, then stuffed as much of my shirt into her mouth as she could manage. Satisfied, I lined my cock up with her dripping snatch as I stood. Gripping her hips with both hands, I drove my own hips forward, impaling her on my cock with a single thrust.

The scream she let out would have woke the dead if not for the muffler she'd just bitten down on. She might have collapsed into a writhing heap of sex flesh if my grip on her waist wasn't so tight. I watched in amazement as her whole body racked with an almost instant orgasm.

"Did you just cum, you naughty little girl?" I asked, pulling out of her until just the tip remained inside. She gurgled something in response, and I plowed right back in. This scream wasn't quite as intense as the last, but it would have still drawn the attention of any lingering mall security guards.

"Answer me, Ellie," I insisted, thrusting in and out of her at a somewhat leisurely pace, but making sure every stroke counted. She said something else that was swallowed by my shirt, and I reached around and yanked it out of her mouth. "I think that's served its purpose now."