1. Becky's Marine part 3


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Romance, Author: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    laid back on the bed. We were both quiet for a while when she sat up, looking at the shelf above the bed. "Lance Corporal James Westbrook, Private First Class Garret Adams and Hospital Corpsman 2nd Class David Johnson. What happened to them? If you don't mind my asking." Any ideas I had of falling asleep were gone the instant she said those names. Telling her the story of that July day in Afghanistan meant opening up not only my soul, but an old and painful wound. On the other hand, I didn't want to push her away or make her feel bad for asking. I let out a sigh before I spoke. "Want anything to drink? Water or something?" She looked a bit annoyed, "you don't have to avoid the question if you don't want to answer. Just tell me you don't feel comfortable." "You misunderstand, its a bit of a tale, so I figured if you wanted something I'd get it now before I start." She shook her head no, so I proceeded. "It was July 22nd, as usual the summer sun was blazing in the sky, temperatures must have been in the hundreds. We were on a convoy security mission. We proceeded down the road at about 45 MPH keeping our spacing to about 100 meters. We came upon a small village, and set up what we call a snap VCP (vehicle check point). We stayed there for about and hour, then packed up everything and everyone and continued down the road." She was watching me intently, hanging onto every word. It was the first time I had told this story to someone who wasn't a therapist. "There were 5 vehicles ...
    in our convoy. The first vehicle was a Humvee, next was a pair of 7 ton trucks full of supplies and gear, then was my Humvee and the rear Humvee. We passed over a culvert, one that we had passed over a dozen times and had stopped to check every time. This time we didn't, and as the saying goes, complacency kills." I stopped for a minute to prepare myself to finish the tale. A single tear rolled down my cheek in anticipation of what was to come, which Becky calmly wiped away. She knew I was struggling. "When the bombs went off, the rear axle of our vehicle was right over the blast. PFC Adams was in the turret, he was ejected from the vehicle and landed 30 feet from the blast. I'm fairly certain he never knew what hit him. Doc Johnson was sitting in the back behind Lcpl Westbrook, who was driving. Doc's head hit the window, hard enough to crack it, without a helmet on. Westbrook hit the steering wheel." Tears were streaming down my face. Becky had stopped trying to wipe them away, instead holding my hand. It helped, but reliving those moments was never easy. "I was smoking a cigarette at the time. The explosion happened right as I brought it to my lips, which gave my head something softer than the dashboard to hit. When I woke up, I was sitting in the truck with gashes in my arm and a nice bump on the head. I managed to get the door open just about the time others were running to the vehicle. They hadn't expected anyone to survive, then out pops me. I was sent to a hospital in ...
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