Tricia's Army Sergeant: A Story of Passion & Awakening in Mid-Life

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Tricia's Army Sergeant:
A
Story of Passion and Awakening in Mid-Life

Copyright © 2013 by Maura Rossi

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Chapter 1

He heard the familiar panicked cry.

"Mom!"

He and his partner walked up to the front
door. A teenaged girl stared at them through the screen.

"May we come in, please?"

But she knew. The people in the house always
knew before they came through the door; their loved one, maybe
father, brother, son, husband or even wife or sister was dead.

They crossed the threshold as Tricia came
around the corner into the living room.

"No," she mouthed.

She went down to her knees, crying out.
No
. The child didn't move. Both men went to the woman on the
floor. They got down on their knees to help her up to the couch.
The daughter ran from the room sobbing.

If he lived to be one hundred year's old, he
would never forget the feeling of Tricia in his arms that first
time. She was so soft and lovely. Her despair constricted his
throat as he seated himself close to her and put his arm around her
shoulders.

Everyone reacts differently, personally, to
this horrible news. Upon putting his hand on her shoulder she
turned into his chest and cried her heart out.

"What am I going to do? What will I do
without him?" she cried.

He always felt badly when he delivered this
news, but today he felt like an animal, threatened and protective
of his mate. He wanted to take this woman in his arms, hold her and
assure he would take care of her.

Of course, he did no such thing. Nothing
could have been more inappropriate. As Casualty Assistance Calls
Officers, he and his partner were trained to deliver the news of
death compassionately, and help the family in many ways from
arranging the funeral to authorizing emergency funds or helping
access other resources. They should help, but they should not
encourage dependence or attachment.

At that moment, all he wanted was for this
woman to be dependent on him. He was so appalled at himself. It was
beyond low to start to feel sexual towards a person you were
supposed to be helping, someone so vulnerable.

"I'm sorry," she finally said.

"We're sorry ma'am, sorry for your loss. On
behalf of the United States Army, we express our condolences and
will assist you in any way we are able."

She was absolutely lovely with green eyes and
golden blonde hair, all messy from sobbing. She bit her perfect
lips a few times through their first meeting and John thought he
would die. He was frustrated with himself for his lack of control.
This was beyond improper for him to be having such feelings. He was
acting like a kid.

Tricia sat quietly as they informed her of
what would happen over the next few days. Tears fell from her eyes.
She looked small and vulnerable to John, and in need of his
protection. When they got ready to leave, she stood and walked them
to the door. He was at least a head taller than she. And she was
perfectly formed. Her husband, God rest his soul, had been one
lucky man. John could not stop his eyes from roving over her
body.

He did not want to leave her alone when she
needed him most. He was in agony. Some people had gathered outside
her house. They also recognized what had happened and were coming
to help. A woman bustled in past them and took Tricia in her arms.
They both started sobbing. John knew he needed to get out of there,
but his body did not want to leave.

When they got in the car, his partner looked
at him, before starting the car.

"Are you all right?"

John realized he must have been showing his
feelings in some way.
Shit
.

"Yeah, I'm getting too old for this
duty."

"Yeah it sucks. Beautiful woman."

John was taken aback by his partner's
comment. He should have felt better that they'd both noticed her
beauty. Instead, he felt like punching him.

"Yeah, let's go."

John considered asking to get off this
assignment. But he couldn't, he had already made contact and it
wouldn't be right. He decided to do his utmost for Tricia; that
would be his way of caring for her. Each time they were together
during the process, John battled with his cock to behave. He had no
right, but he ached to pull her into his arms and soothe her with
his body.

After his duties were complete, he drove past
her house a few times, though he never stopped. He never saw her
outside and, pretty soon after the funeral, the house was vacated.
She had moved away. He had no idea where. He decided not to find
out.

***

He thought he was seeing things. Tricia was
in the parking lot of the Post Exchange. She was going in to shop
along with a pretty big man. He was pushing the cart for her and
smiling down at her. It had been about a year since he'd seen her.
His heart picked up its pace. John stopped in his tracks.

"Dad, come on, let's go. What are you lookin'
at?"

His son followed his father's gaze to a
shapely blonde woman walking ahead of them into the PX.

"Who's that?"

"Her husband was killed in a helicopter crash
last spring in Kabul. I brought her the news."

"Oh, wow…I know them," his son stated.
"That's Whitney, he's in my unit. Let's go say hi."

John's son, Patrick, sensed his father's
interest in this woman was more than casual. He rarely, if ever,
saw his father check out a woman. And God knows how long it had
been since he'd seen him with a girlfriend.

"What are you waiting for, let's go."

"Nah. She probably won't remember me."

"Well, I don't care, I'm going to say hi to
Whitney."

His son walked off. John had a moment of
unease, but his desire to see her quickly overcame his nerves. He
caught up as Patrick was shaking hands with Whitney.

"Hey man, this is my Dad, Sergeant Major
Davis. Dad, this is PFC Mark Whitney."

"Nice to meet you Sergeant Major. This is my
mom Tricia Whitney."

They made eye contact.

"John."

She hugged him tightly. It was unexpected. He
felt her beautiful tits press warmly just below his chest. Both
John and her son, Mark, were surprised by her actions. Patrick was
impressed. She not only remembered his Dad, she liked him. This was
shaping up to be pretty good. Maybe his Dad would be getting some
action soon.

"Hi Tricia. How are you?"

He set her back from his body after she
released him.

"I'm fine. It's good to see you."

"Are you visiting?"

"No, I live here still. Mark is stationed
here. We moved to Lyon Village," she smiled prettily.

She was a very beautiful woman. Her hourglass
figure with round tits and a round ass attracted him powerfully.
She had a tiny waist and shapely legs that he'd pictured wrapped
around his body more than once. Both John and his son, Patrick,
were having trouble keeping from staring. Her son, Mark, was
getting aggravated. He sensed their interest in his mom and he
didn't appreciate it.

They all walked into the PX together. Having
her so near his body was already driving him mad. Though he was
overjoyed to see her again, he was pretty pissed at himself for not
finding out she still lived in the area. Awkwardly, he was growing
excited, his penis stirring in his pants. She leaned into his body
as they talked.
Was she flirting with him?

Tricia was happy to see John again. He had
taken such good care of her when her husband was killed. She always
wanted to see him again and thank him for his support, but she felt
funny contacting him. Her heart started racing when he walked up.
He was a handsome, fit man. She had a strong memory of how good he
smelled the day they met, the day he brought her the news and she
had cried in his arms.

Too soon it was time for them to go their
separate ways.

"Well, it's good to see you again John," she
extended her hand.

He took her hand in his. Neither of them
realized how obviously sparks were flying between them, but their
sons could see.

"Yes, it's good to see you, too."

John felt a strangling feeling in his throat.
He did not want to let go of her hand; let her walk away. He sensed
her son's dislike at him touching his mother, clearly ready to take
her away from him. He could feel his son staring at him, expecting
him to make a move.
Shit
.

"Come on, Mom. Nice to meet you Sergeant
Major. See you Patrick."

He could command men, run dangerous
operations, manage multimillion dollar equipment and weapons with
confidence, but asking this small lovely woman out had him shaking
in his boots. It was now or never.

"Maybe we could get together for lunch
sometime?" he continued to hold her hand.

Her son could barely conceal his disapproval,
shifting restlessly next to his mother.

"That would be great. I would like that."

She rewarded him with another dazzling smile.
At that moment he vowed he would have her. She was too beautiful,
too precious to be left to the wolves. She needed him and his body
was letting him know, forcefully, that he needed her.

They exchanged phone numbers and went in
opposite directions.

"Took you long enough, old man."

"Say another word and I will kick your ass,
junior."

His son burst out laughing and smacked John
on the back. His Dad still had it.

Chapter 2

Tricia was beyond lonely. The community had
rallied around her after her husband's death. She had plenty of
friends and family to help her get through the tough times. Her
daughter was away at college and her son was in the Army, but both
were very attentive and in constant contact with her. She went out
with friends and kept busy with work.

So everything was taken care of. At least
that's what it looked like from the outside. She had even had a
couple of dates recently. Everyone who was concerned about her
could see she was progressing normally through the stages of
mourning. But she didn't feel normal. She felt sex-starved.

No one ever talked about sex. There was no
mention of sex in any of the pamphlets or counseling sessions she
went through. She felt there was something very wrong with her
since that was her major concern. She had never experienced
frustration on this level before.

At first, of course, it was not an issue. Her
body would become aroused and invariably she would think of her
husband, cry and the feelings would pass. She was used to being
away from him for extended periods of time. Masturbating was not
her thing; she would just wait for him to come home. She never
asked him what he did to get through the time they were apart.

Cary had been her first and only lover. They
were high school sweethearts. They had a decent marriage and
regular sex. She was not adventurous and he never pushed her. They
were satisfied with their sex life. Now, she regretted taking her
sex life with her husband for granted. As the months passed, and
she realized that she was probably never going to have sex again,
she became very depressed.

When John appeared in the PX parking lot, her
body lit up. When she hugged him, the feelings of arousal and need
overwhelmed her senses. It took a lot of strength to pull back and
act casual when her heart rate had gone through the roof. She
actually felt wetness in her panties as she was standing and
talking with the man.

To be fair, her heated response to John
wasn't just because she was sex-starved. John was tremendously
attractive; what the girls at work would call hot. He was about six
foot three with the body of a young man. He obviously worked out
because his chest and arms were solid and defined. One of her
neighbors pointed out his great ass, trim waist and wide shoulders
repeatedly during the time he was assigned to her. He had Army
short hair with a touch of gray and smiling green eyes. She even
liked his hands, which were thick and muscled with long
fingers.

Tricia had it bad for John. She prayed he
would call her for lunch.

***

John didn't know how long to wait before
calling. He had been casual about the lunch invitation. But now he
wanted to know when he was going to see her again. The only way to
know was to call. He called her that night.