Damn Dress: A Love Story Ch. 03

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"Boy, you sure know how to make a girl feel special. First your floor now a dirty bathroom. Thanks."

Brandon tried to act unaffected like that comment didn't just punch him in the gut. Instead of responding he picked up his cap, pulled up his pants and fastened his buckle.

"Could you hand me some toilet paper?" Sienna asked him.

"Why?"

"Because I want to clean myself up a bit before I walk out," she answered.

Brandon walked up behind her. "No," he stated staring at her reflection in the mirror. "I want you to walk out of here feeling my come run down your legs. So you'll remember who the fuck you belong to."

Sienna spun around with that last statement. "Belong to?" she seemed incredulous. "I don't belong to anyone, and if I did, it sure as hell wouldn't be you. Not after what you pulled a few weeks ago. Wanna pop my cherry then bounce? Fuck you!"

Brandon wasn't ready to have this conversation now, but he knew he had to bite the bullet.

"Fuck Sienna, I...I was scared, okay," he told her. "I wanted you so bad, but your father would hate me for this. But I couldn't stay away from you and it made me feel weak. I still feel weak being with you. But I'd rather feel weak with you than miserable without you. I actually followed you and Lori last week when you went to the mall. I know that's crazy, but I had to see you. Couldn't fucking help myself."

Her face softened towards him a little. She actually smiled at that last disclosure. Maybe she should have been scared, but strangely it turned her on.

"Bottom line, I can't stay away from you. I tried," he whispered as he leaned down to claim her lips again. And she let him.

After a few more tender kisses they decided to finally unlock the women's bathroom and let the rest of the world in.

When they walked out, Sienna noticed Marcus leaning against one of the columns scanning the room. His eyes narrowed in on them. He slowly walked over to them.

Brandon saw Darren standing off to the side as well. He knew Darren had probably seen them coming out of the restroom together. Damn, he'd have to let him in on their little secret.

"So Sienna, it's like that?" Marcus asked, through twisted lips when he reached them.

Sienna walked up to him. "I'm sorry Marcus, I never meant to run out on our date like that."

Marcus ignored her apology and looked over her head at Brandon. Brandon's face remained expressionless.

Marcus turned his attention back to Sienna. "You ran out on me for this piece of shit?" he seethed.

Brandon chuckled. This kid was a prick and dumb.

"What the fuck are you laughing at, bitch?" Marcus yelled in Brandon's direction.

"You, motherfucker, who else?" Brandon answered back with a Bostonian edge.

With the rise in voices Darren thought it best if he walked over and stood beside Brandon.

"Bitch, I will fuck you up," Marcus threatened.

Brandon smiled. "Isn't it past your bedtime, son?"

Sienna didn't know what to do. She knew that Marcus wasn't going to back down because he didn't want to look like a punk in front of her. But she damn sure knew that Brandon wouldn't back down, and if Marcus said the wrong thing, he'd end up in extreme pain.

"Hey, there's no need for this. Marcus, I'll pay you back for the date. I'm so sorry and if--"

"Fuck you and your sorry ass," was Marcus's response back to her.

Brandon stepped forward. He flexed his jaw and his fist. He was just waiting. If that asshole called her one name...he will drop that punk bitch where he stands.

Darren also took a step forward. He didn't trust Brandon. He had seen him fly off the handle too many times to count.

Sienna saw this scenario playing out in her head and it didn't look good. She thought it best if she grabbed Brandon's arm and pulled him away from this situation right now. She turned her back to Marcus when she heard him say it.

"Don't worry, I just wanted to fuck you anyway. Heard you was a hot little cum bin."

There it is. He said it.

Sienna sucked in a gasp while Darren tried to reach for Brandon, but he wasn't quick enough.

Brandon took two speedy steps and Marcus swung at him and missed. Brandon's first punch landed in the middle of Marcus's stomach causing him to scream and bend over in agony. But then Marcus made the mistake of turning his face toward Brandon while he was still bent over. Brandon took his other fist and smashed it into the side of Marcus's face with a cracking sound.

Marcus hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. It all happened so quickly that Sienna barely got 'No' out of her mouth before Marcus was on the ground. Blood was gushing out of his mouth and he was balled up like a little child. Sienna couldn't be sure, but she swore she saw a tooth buried in the carpet a few feet away. She felt faint.

"Who's a bitch now you fucking Barney?" Brandon spat at him. He went to stand over him with every intention of punching his face again when Darren grabbed him from behind and locked his arms around Brandon's chest.

"Fuck BT! You know what happens if we get caught fighting civilians!" he tried to reason with him.

Brandon knew Darren was right but he wanted to fuck him up so bad! Calling Sienna out because she doesn't want to be with him. Fucker.

Darren started dragging Brandon backwards toward the exit. Sienna just stood there dumbfounded. She didn't know if she should check on Marcus or follow Brandon and Darren out.

"Sienna!" Darren yelled. "Come on, we have to go in case any cops show up!"

Sienna sprinted out after them. When the cool night air hit the 3 of them they all relaxed a bit. They walked quickly to Brandon's Jeep and got in without saying a word. Darren was surveying the parking lot looking for cops. Brandon threw the car in reverse, backed out, then screeched forward out of the parking lot.

Darren glanced out of the corner of his eye at Brandon. He noticed Brandon kept stealing glances in his rearview mirror towards Sienna.

Brandon drove about 15 miles over the speed limit until he reached Darren's apartment. Darren got out and looked back at Sienna.

"Well, it's been eventful young lady. See you around," he smiled at her. He looked back through the passenger side window at Brandon. The two silently stared at each other for a second. Brandon knew exactly what Darren was thinking. 'You're fucking the Commander's daughter, you prick'. Darren silently nodded at Brandon and backed away.

"See you later BT," he hollered over his shoulder, as he turned to leave.

Brandon sat there a moment with the engine idling. He looked in his rearview mirror again.

"You can sit up front if you want. I don't bite," he said to her. A small dangerous smile curving up one side of this mouth.

Sienna crawled over the seat and settled down beside him. He looked at her and pulled back onto the street.

"So, my father probably still thinks I'm with Marcus since the movie isn't over AND I was supposed to go to a party with him," Sienna plotted.

Brandon thought for a minute. "That gives you about 2 or 3 more hours, right?"

She leaned over and kissed him. "Lets go to your place."

Unconsciously Brandon stepped on the gas.

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Sienna was standing in Brandon's bathroom. She reached up and pulled the hair clip from her messy updo. Her hair fell around her shoulders. She shook it out and removed the pink flower. She opened his medicine cabinet and a few boxes of condoms came tumbling out.

'Asshole,' she thought to herself. She picked the boxes up and stuffed them back in the cabinet.

When she walked out of the bathroom she saw Brandon standing in the hallway deep in thought again. He turned to look at her.

He walked over to her and kissed her forehead. And then her lips. He stared down into her eyes. She was stunning to him. He reached for her hand and pulled it to his lips and lightly kissed it. Then he pulled her toward his room.

Brandon's room was always neat. She guessed it was because in the military they were used to a certain level of order. And his room reflected that. Everything had a mate and was neatly placed in corners, drawers and desk.

His bed was turned down and each corner exactly the same.

He turned to look at her. "I wish I could have made love to you on a bed first," he said. He began kissing her neck. Damn, every part of her was so soft. She smelled of Vanilla.

Sienna pushed Brandon back onto the bed. She removed his visor beanie and ran her hand through his hair again. She then pulled off his shirt and jeans. She had decided she was going to return that favor. She got on her knees in front of him. She slid her hand up his thigh and grabbed his dick. Sienna slowly started to rub up and down on his shaft with her tiny hand.

After he was completely hard she placed her hand on the base of his cock and licked the tip with her tongue.

Brandon was so turned on by this girl that he wanted to stop her right there and fuck the shit out of her. Her beautiful big brown eyes were staring up at him as she licked the head of his cock again, tasting his precum.

Sienna loved the expression on his face. It was half pleasure and half desire. She decided to quit teasing him. She placed her mouth over his cock and began to suck. The feeling of him inside her mouth was unlike anything she had felt before.

Brandon was gone by that point. He wrapped his fingers around her hair and started pulling her up and down making her fuck his dick with her mouth at his own speed. She seemed to enjoy this even more because he heard her moaning.

Her wet, hot mouth felt like heaven on his skin. He didn't think his dick could possibly get any harder. He was trying his best not to gag her but the feeling was just so amazing. He didn't want it to end.

Sienna was trying to relax her throat as much as possible, but seeing that this was her first time ever doing this, she couldn't fit him all in her mouth. But she knew after tonight, she'd spend lots of time practicing.

She noticed his breathing getting quicker and she knew he was about to come. She wanted him to. In her mouth. She wanted to swallow every bit of him. Prove to him that she was serious about their relationship or whatever this was.

Brandon wanted to stop her before he burst in her mouth but the more he pulled her hair up the harder she pushed her mouth back down on him. Then he realized how stupid he was for trying to pull her up. If this is what she wanted, he damn sure was going to give it to her.

"Aaahh! Shit!!" Brandon yelled as he came in Sienna's hot hungry mouth. He held her head still with his hands still tangled in her hair. "Oh, fuck."

Sienna was trying to drink down so much that his pearly white come started to trickle down the sides of her mouth but she quickly began to swallow and was able to keep most of him for herself. When she was done, she pulled her mouth away and kissed the tip.

Brandon just stared down at her amazed. His baby was so fucking hot. He was going to enjoy the next few hours for sure!

After making love for the third time in 2 hours, they both were lying on their backs cuddling against each other. She was resting her head on his arm and her hand was interlaced with his free hand.

She was thinking about how much her life had changed in just a short time. She had always dreamed of these moments with him. Being his girl, if that's what she was. She remembered when she was a young girl and wrote his last name with her name. Sienna Temple. What she wouldn't give to be called that. She didn't care what anyone thought. She was 18 and legal and it was no one else's business. Not even her fathers.

She thought of her dad. He was doing much better. They hadn't really talked much since he had been released from the hospital. And she noticed that he and Brandon hadn't talked much either. Just a cordial hey or bye when they ran into each other. She wished that---

"Sienna?"

She looked up toward him. "Yes?"

Brandon looked down at her. He wanted to ask her, but he didn't want to sound like a pussy. But he had to know.

"Remember that day your dad was in the hospital. You know, when you came over here and we fu--, made love for the first time?" he asked.

Sienna shook her head, "Of course."

"Well you said....you know, you said that you loved me. Did you mean that?" he whispered.

Sienna rolled over onto her side and stared down at him. "Absolutely. I love you Brandon."

She couldn't tell the expression in his face. He looked so serious.

"Say it again," he softly commanded.

"I love you."

"Again."

Sienna smiled at him, "I love you...always."

Brandon leaned up and kissed her. Hungrily. He pulled her body on top of him. Soft in some places, firm in others. His tongue scraped the roof of her mouth while one hand carassed the back of her neck and the other massaged her smooth ass. He had to start kissing her before his emotions overtook him.

Outside Brandon sat on his steps smoking a cigarette. He had tried to quit a few times for fear that it would affect his training, but he seemed to be healthy and he had been smoking since he was 14. But he didn't do it all the time. Too much of an expensive habit. But thinking about everything that had happened today made him pull out a cigarette.

He thought about Sienna lying in his bed. Her beautiful naked warm body wrapped in his navy blue sheets turned him on. Her hair fell in soft dark waves around his pillow. Just 15 minutes earlier he had buried his face in those soft curls as he came inside her, yet again. He could drown in that scent. He couldn't figure out if it was her body wash or shampoo or whatever the fuck girls used these days, but she smelled divine.

But it was their conversation in bed that had his mind reeling now. She had said she loved him. He thought back over his life. No one had ever spoken those words to him. No parent, relative, teacher or friend had ever uttered I Love You.

And no girlfriend. Even though he never really kept a girlfriend. Mainly just girls who he liked to fuck and that liked fucking him in return. They shouted things out in bed to him. Some sweet, some dirty, but never those words. 'I love you...always'. Damn. His heart fluttered every time he played back what she had said to him. Did she really mean it?

Part of him wanted to kick himself for thinking like a little school boy. He needed to get a grip. He was 28 not 18. Damn near 30 year old man acting giddy over a young girls words. But he knew deep down that he loved her too. He was crazy about her. And now he knew he couldn't be without her. He just had to figure out what he was going to tell the Commander.

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It had been a while since Brandon and Jackson had spoken. Jackson called him over to his house for a meeting. He hoped it wasn't an op because he really wasn't in the mood. Lately he had been wanting to spend every second with Sienna.

When Brandon reached Commander Branson's house he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't wait to see her beautiful face. Even though they couldn't act on their feelings in front of Jackson, it didn't mean that he wouldn't try to sneak a moment when the Commander wasn't looking. The last time he had seen her was 3 days ago. He was definitely going through withdrawal.

When he rang the door bell, Sienna was there to answer it within a second. And she looked fine as always. She had on a spaghetti strap light pink summer dress that stopped mid thigh.

"Hi BT," she said and reached out to grab his balls and gave them a quick light squeeze.

Fuck. He was already getting hard.

She turned on her pretty little feet and yelled for her dad. "Daddy, BT's here!"

He followed closely behind her and before they reached her father's study, he grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her back towards him. She was so warm pressed up against his chest. She reached her arms up and around and grabbed his neck. He leaned over her and kissed her quickly on the mouth. Then pushed her towards the stairs before he got too carried away.

He watched her walk away, the short dress swishing back and forth over her perfect little bubble derriere. As she ascended the stairs...she quickly flipped the back of the dress up to reveal no panties! Just her beautiful caramel ass. He grabbed his chest with one hand. At that moment he would have given his left nut to follow her up those stairs. But he had to get a grip. He took a deep breath, turned to the left and walked into Jackson's study.

Jackson was sitting behind his desk writing some notes. He would tilt his glasses up or down depending on what he was looking at.

Brandon stood at the door waiting to be invited in.

Jackson looked up and motioned for him to enter. Brandon quickly glided in and sat down.

"Just give me one moment, I'm almost done with this document," Jackson said.

"No worries sir, take your time." Brandon began looking around the study. He loved this area of the house. Nothing ever changed. It was the same as it was when he was 18 and stepped into this room for the first time. Man, he thought. Funny how much he had changed but this room hadn't. He had many secret meetings in here with Commander Branson. Many laughs also.

Jackson finished his last paper and leaned up. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. Brandon noticed that he looked tired.

"How are you, sir?" Brandon asked.

"I'm okay. How are you?" Jackson returned.

"Oh, I'm feeling really good. Thanks, sir."

Jackson stared at him for a moment.

"You're feeling really good," Jackson repeated. "Would that have anything to do with the fact that you're sleeping with my daughter?"

You could hear a pin drop. All of the air was sucked out of the room at that moment.

Brandon couldn't swallow. He couldn't move. And he sure as hell couldn't answer the question.

Both men continued to stare at each other.

"You know, I've given you access to my house for a long time. Way back when you came here to join the Seals," Jackson stated. "And you've also had access to my daughter all those years too. My young, impressionable, naive daughter. And the thought that I trusted you with her all this time is starting to make me sick."

Brandon needed to say something. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

"So...how long has it been going on? Since she was 14, 16...or younger?" the Commander spat out.

Finally Brandon could find his voice. "God no, sir! I swear, I never ever touched her until she turned 18. I swear to God. I wouldn't do that."

Brandon was wishing he was anywhere in the world right now except where he was. His face felt hot. He knew he had probably turned a few shades of red in less than a minute.

"Honestly, Brandon, I don't know what you would or wouldn't do anymore. How could you--no, never mind don't answer that. I know exactly how you could. I'm aware of my daughters feelings for you, but I thought you would be an upstanding young gentleman and leave her alone. Guess that would be asking for too much," Jackson said dryly.

"Sir, I...," Brandon couldn't find the rest of that sentence. He wanted to tell the Commander that he loved his daughter. And would protect her and do anything for her. But those words would not leave his mouth.

"Funny thing is---or sad depending on how you look at it... others told me it was a big mistake trusting you. That you were just a punk kid who would disappoint me in the end. Well, looks like the joke is on me."

That statement made Brandon feel as though someone had kicked him in the back of the head. That one comment made him feel lower than the day his aunt kicked him out and humiliated him for all to see. That one sentence from Commander Branson. His 'father' had just thrown him for a miserable loop. He felt sick.

"Here's what I want from you," Jackson continued. "You stay away from my daughter and you are no longer welcome in my house. We will maintain a professional relationship, but outside of that, your connection with this family is done. You can see yourself out."

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