Right before I sit on my bed, there’s a heavy knock at the door. I snatch it open, “I TOLD YOU TO FUC-…oh hey, buddy. What’s up?”
There’s a young, red haired soldier standing in front of me, looking terrified. I apologize.
“I’m sorry I thought you were – never mind, did you need something?”
“Sir, you have a package,” he says quickly, sticking out a box, similar to the one Susie sent me last time.
I smile, seeing the care package in his hands.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I say, taking the box from him. The young soldier dashes away quickly and I close the door, already lost in thought.
Holy shit, it’s finally here. I am so excited to see what Susie has for me this time. I keep dreaming of her, and it’s the only thing keeping me sane in the middle of this godawful war.
I have no idea what this girl is doing to me, but I can’t get her out of my mind. I keep thinking and dreaming about her voluptuous hourglass figure. How I want to run my tongue all over every inch of her milky white skin and taste her. How I yearn to smell her vanilla scent up close as her hair falls in my face, teasing me to pull it ever so slightly. I want to be rough with her, but at the same time treat her like a delicate flower.
I open her new care package to see what is in store for me. The first thing I see is a Ziplock baggie of homemade rice krispy treats. I open the baggie and take in their delicious, sweet smell. I take one out and bite into it, and then pull out the bag and toss it carelessly behind me, looking for a hidden treasure at the bottom of the package.
This time, there’s a pink envelope buried at the bottom of the packing material. I pick it up and see my name scrawled in her beautiful, slanted cursive handwriting.
I slide out the pink note and take a deep breath. Her vanilla scent is all over this letter, just as it was the last one. Again, there’s another Polaroid enclosed, and it falls out face down onto my lap. My cock twitches, but I leave it there so I can read the letter first.
* * *
Dear Brady,
You’re right. You should no longer call me “Kid” because I’m anything but, and I’m so ready to show you. I play with myself every night because what I feel for you is just too unbearable. Trust me, I will absolutely wait for you and so will my cookie. I have to confess that no one else has eaten my cookie before so you’ll have it all to yourself. You’re my first customer, as the saying goes. Does that turn you on?
XOXO,
Your Susie
* * *
My Susie? This is new and uncharted territory for me. Never has a woman told me that they are mine. Yet, it feels right. She’s innocent and untouched, and the possessive fits our situation. I want her, and no man will get to touch her but me.
I glance down, and hesitantly pick up the photo. If her letter’s already driving me this crazy, then I know the Polaroid is going to be something that sends me over the edge. Susie is just so damn beautiful and sexy. The picture could be of her elbow, and it would still make me hard.
I slowly flip it over and almost lose it on the spot. Susie is completely nude this time, sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs open. Her hands are behind her, propping her up. Her eyes are hooded and lusty, that coy expression making me jerk forward.
Because every part of her womanhood is on display in this incredibly sexy photo. She’s smiling directly at me while licking her lips. Her large breasts hang perfectly, her erect nipples pointing directly my way. I can’t stop staring at them. I trace her body up and down, taking in all her curves.
I stare at her beautiful breasts one more time before letting my eyes slide downwards. She has a little trail right over her womanhood. The precise details of her delicate space are difficult to make out but there’s enough for me to get hard. I’m imagining her rubbing her wet lips all over my erection. Her ass is so fat, I can see part of her cheeks poking out at the bottom under her womanhood.
Her entire body is perfection and I have never seen anyone like her before. For someone so young, she has the body of a very mature woman, and I’ve been with quite a few women. But she’s like a peach waiting to be tasted for the first time. I find myself staring at this picture, mouth open, slightly salivating.