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Once back at the unit we agreed to meet outside the accommodation at our usual spot and go out for the evening, our first real date.
We went to a night club in Paphos and we did all of the stuff that new couples do. We danced then danced some more getting a little closer at each song and when the slow ones came on, we were arms about each other and kissing for all we were worth.
Danced out and really hot we wandered out on to a terrace for some air and some beers and he just put his arms around me, shit but I really had the hots for him!
There were some local hotels that rented rooms for a night but the last thing I wanted was something quite so sordid as that, and the walk of shame the next morning when we emerged into the daylight for our walk back to into camp, nor did I want to head down to the beach - the last thing the Joint Police Unit needed was two of the senior non-coms getting nicked for gross indecency.
We walked down the steps and out onto the main street, and took a cab back to the Sovereign Base and our separate beds for the night. Promising to meet up for breakfast the next day, we kissed again shaded from the streetlamps under the trees and by the pool, and for the very first time since we were little kids I felt Chris' hands on my bottom.
I flinched initially but sighed and purred into his mouth to let him know it was OK. It was more than OK, it was fucking hot and the first male hands on me in that way in ages!
"Christian!?" I gasped into his mouth, "Hmmmmm!"
"Is that OK?" he said, "only I've been wanting to do that since that afternoon on the beach."
"It's fine Chris," I kissed him back, "Just fine - you can touch whatever you like - next time we go to the beach and you have the sunscreen, enjoy yourself!"
"Did you think that I didn't before?"
"I did too, didn't you feel me trembling on Sunday afternoon?"
He grinned and kissed me again,
"Thought you were just cold," he hissed.
"Christian Tucker, you naughty NAUGHTY boy!" I kissed him back, "my nipples were like organ stops and if you'd massaged my back and my sides anymore than you did, I sure I would have..." I chuckled, "well you might have found out just how effective your massage technique is."
He raised his eyebrows,
"Excellent," he hissed and kissed me again, "I'll escort you back to your room Sergeant Christina, otherwise I may end up doing something I might regret."
"Not sure I would," I breathed and kissed him again.
"Hold that thought lovely Chrissie," he said kissing me again, "just hold that thought."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 months agoSuperficial rumble about "reminiscing", much ado about nothing, really. She "feels bad" but never actually owned up that she WAS a cunt, not just some unwilling participant or sidekick. And "being in love" is not an excuse for being a horrible person.
One of the most pathetic excuses for "romance" I've read on this website. 1/5, because I can't give a zero.
servant111over 2 years agoGave it 4 stars but.... as a reader, I felt like I was sitting with my wife at her class reunion as all her old classmates go on and on about all those close shared experiences that I was not a part of nor had much interest in... In short, almost this entire episode reads like a written equivalent of those slide shows that we as children used to be stuck with viewing at Holiday gatherings... that went on and on with little real relevance or interest to our present situations. While well written, the pace was so slow I felt like I was trying to jog through mud... and frankly ambivalent rather than invested in the characters and story line.
As a Texan, I found the whole British culture so bizarre that it was entertaining; particularly the bizarre culture of the British service. It's like the cultural terminology of British English has diverged from common English practice so that like Australian English that many of the terms require us Texians to look them up on google. Ah well, I really speak Texian so much of what we say here is hard for people in Yankee land and the Left Coast to understand also.
Anyway...interesting but the pace is so sedate to border on boredom...
James_Duncanover 2 years agoAnonymous, as someone who was mercilessly bullied at school for 8 years, I'm going to make a suggestion. Let things go. I only found out why I was bullied at the age of 44, when I found out I was Aspergers and it was that that caused the bullying.
However I've never held grudges and when I ran into the worst bully of them all 6 or 7 years after leaving school and the first words out of his mouth were a heartfelt apology for being a total **** to me I forgave him. Bully's do what they do for many reasons, many of them because they are suffering far more at the hands of others than they dish out. Children can and are incredibly cruel and people do change and grow up.
I have no problem believing in forgiveness, but I think you need to learn to let go and you may need some help to deal with the issues you suffered. Don't let in ruin the rest of your life, please.
