Chapter 17
This is how it happens, huh? This is how you fall so deeply for someone that you can’t imagine life without them. -Brian
Brian
Reina blew my mind the other day. I wasn’t prepared for her to take charge and play with herself like that. Of course, I had to do a lot of mental calculations in order to settle my boner again. Shit, how I would love to have her soft body beneath mine.
I’ve had plenty of sex in my life. I don’t say that to brag. It’s just the truth. As football captain in high school, girls threw themselves at me and I took full advantage of it. Then as a new soldier, the same thing happened and again I went with it. I love everything about women. I grew up in a household with only women, so I know the mysteries that lie beneath their surface. I know that they can be difficult, but also worth it.
As I grew into manhood, I fell in love with every part of a woman’s body. I learned from the women I was with where they liked to be touched and how much I loved their soft skin under my firm hands. But the truth is, other than the skittering of attraction across my skin, I never felt anything deeper. I made sure they were satisfied because that got me off. But I never looked for anything more. I never wanted anything more. Now, I seem to want everything, and I can’t have any of it. The one woman I want to touch all over is the one that I’m separated from by thousands of miles.
I sit at my desk one afternoon, thinking of all the things I want to tell Reina. How my body aches for her. How every time I hear her voice, something within me feels comforted and excited at the same time.
My Reina,
You surprised me the other day, and people don’t often do that. I love that you felt comfortable enough to be with me like that.
My Reina, I can’t seem to get you out of my head. I dream of you every night and wake up thinking of you, wondering where you are and what you’re doing. I’m envious of everyone that gets to see you and be with you in any way. Hell, I’m even jealous of my own sister because she gets to spend most of her days with you.
I don’t know how you’ve become so important to me, but you have. In a matter of months, you have become more important to me than anyone else.
The other guys here give me a hard time about you, but I’ve learned to laugh it off. Because they don’t know you the way I do. They don’t know that there is nothing fake about you. They don’t know that there is nothing artificial about you, and that you always tell me exactly how it is. Even when I don’t want to hear it, I know you’ll give me the truth.
Sometimes I know you hide how soft you are inside. But I know how you have protected and been there for my sister, even when I couldn’t be. I know that when you care, you care deeply, and you hold those people close.
My dreams of you are what get me through the long days and nights here. I think of the time when we will be together, and I can feel your soft skin underneath mine. I think of the day when we can finally have our second kiss. I still think about that first one all the time. I remember the way your lips clung to mine, and how you felt against me. God, I miss it.
I want to take you on a real date when I get home. It seems like such a simple thing to do, to be able to take your girl on a date. But I haven’t had the chance yet, and I ache to. I want to do the everyday things with you.
I want to watch a movie with you, even one of those silly rom coms that you like. I want to hold your hand while we walk down the street. I want to take you for your favorite ice cream: strawberry, and watch you lick the whole thing down (while I think dirty thoughts of course). I want to take you home to my mom because I know she will love you.
Most of all, I just want to be with you and to know that I don’t have to leave you again.
There are so many more things I could say to you. So many things that I want to do to you. I’ll leave this letter with my latest fantasy. It’s a simple one, really. You beneath me, writhing in ecstasy while I make you mine. My cock in your sweet, warm pussy. I want to see your face when you fall apart in my arms. I want to taste every bit of you.
I’ll call you soon, sweetheart. And I’ll write you as often as I can. I’m holding on here, holding on for the day when I get that next kiss.
Yours,
Brian