The untold tales

Boot Camp Love

I didn't have to see her to know that she was nearby. My whole being felt her presence, she changed me, she was my high. I would feel the excitement, I felt stronger, invincible even, I was swifter and more daring. She was my Delilah, my high, my Aphrodite.

She used to pass by our taekwondo dojo together with her crazy friend corporal Susan. They were the fantastic two. The women that every male and lesbian female in that training school would have given anything to have. She was my senior, a corporal while I was just a recruit, 'mwewe' they used to call us.

She always seemed to enjoy tormenting me. She gave me power on one hand, made me a tornado then on the other hand she made me just a faint leaf being blown away by monsoon winds. By the way she stared at me, I always felt excited. I wanted her, I wanted to dominate her, I wanted her to be mine.

Our first encounter she had sent me to go get her a pair of boots from her house then she followed me.
She ogled at me as she was blocking the doorway with her alluring body, she reached for my manhood. "What's your name?" she commanded. "Joe, ma'am". I answered. "Be careful Joe, I thought you were going through my things?" she said. "I wasn't Madam". I answered as I dropped the boots. "In this house, I am Winnie, not Madam". She had to assert her authority. She then let me leave.

We had numerous encounters outside as time went by. It was evident that she deliberately wanted to torment me.

This was my second visit to her house it was fresh on my mind that in this house I didn't have to call her Madam or salute her. She was my nephritis.

Her beauty gave everything life, she was the centre of everything.

I was more comfortable with her this time, she used every opportunity to smile and make me feel at ease. Cracking a joke here and there.
I noticed a charcoal painting of a man on one corner of the house. My curiosity got the better of me and I had to know who he was. What was his painting doing in the house of my Nephritis. She looked at me before I could ask any questions; I could see tears welled up in her eyes. Slowly a bead of tear rolled down her left cheek. She didn't bother to wipe it.
I sprang forward, with all this perfection; her tears would surely turn into a diamond if I caught it before it hit the ground I believed. She made everything beautiful, even the way she cried, the gods surely took their time creating such a masterpiece.

"You have a lot in common" she started as I tightly hugged her. I could feel her firm breasts tightly pressed against my chest.
"we were recruits together, he was the best in our course, then duty calls..." she hesitated and took a deep breath. "A bandit bullet got him just after we had talked on the phone". I could feel her pain. "You have a lot in common, you are both daring and always ready to learn, but you have a sense of humour and you enjoy good music, something he never did"

A part of me admired my predecessor, a part of me wished he would still be alive. He would be a worthy opponent for me to wrestle this woman from his arms. She would be my trophy because I worked for her. He was my age mate, just 4months my senior, he had joined the RBPU, a well-trained team of the Administration Police.

A part of me felt that fate had denied me this duel; time had been unfair to him.
"I would have loved to meet him" I whispered my teeth clenched. "You would have killed each other, or killed me" she snorted and wiped her tears with the back of her hand as she wrestled her way off my arms. "Let the dead rest, it's our time now: you and me" she assured me and planted a light kiss on my lips.

"I have something for you," she said. She put on a song on the player, 'For you' https://youtu.be/FgDnrm8eZ5s a cover done by Sánchez. Then she headed to the bedroom, she took what felt like an eternity, I couldn't bear a second away from my Nephritis.