Dressing Up in your Finest Blues

Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building, your head tells you that you are an idiot, you are going to die, but your heart tells you that you should not worry, that you can fly. The first time I saw her, my heart whispered to me that she was the one, that she is my building. When I look at her, I know I can fly.

Waking up next to her is the best kind of wonderful that you can feel. This is a moment I can live for, a moment that defines happiness.

"Morning boo."

"Hey soldier, is it morning already?"

"From the sunshine coming through the window, I am sure that it is."

"Fuck I slept here last night?"

"Yes boo, and let me tell you it's the best I have slept in months."

"Well I did not quite plan things that way but I am sure glad I could help."

"So you did not plan on seducing me last night?"

"Uhm last time I checked you were kissing me out of my clothes soldier."

"As far as I remember you did not quite squeal and asked me to stop."

"Soldier you taste those lips every day, I am pretty damn sure you know how good they feel."

"Hahaha, I taste my own lips you say?"

"Okay that does sound like kind of kinky shit weird but you catch what I am saying."

"No boo, you will have to show me again."

She gently rolls her body on top of mine.

"Am I hurting you, soldier?"

"No boo, you definitely not hurting me but you are making me horny."

"Hahaha that ain't happening, I am almost pretty sure I heard your parents are awake."

"The door is locked, they can't come in."

"Nah ah, it ain't happening soldier."

"Then at least give the man a kiss."

"Your kisses don't stay at just kisses."

"What is the worst I can do? Take off your clothes?"

"They are..."

"Oh yes you right, they are already off."

She is pressing her naked skin hard against mine. I can feel her erect nipples piercing into my skin.

"How much do you want me to beg boo?"

"Depends what are you begging for soldier?"

"That kiss that I thought you were about to give me."

Her breath is on my lips, and I quiver a bit at the sensation. Her hair is in my eyes. Her intense stare pierces right through and keeps my heart beating so fast that I can barely breathe. Our skin touches, our lips meet, our eyes find one another. And a force bigger than both of us, bigger than anything imaginable, overcome us with no warning. And in an instant it is if the world had disappeared, nothing else existed, it is just me and her.

Our breathing slows and our hearts beat together. She brushes her lips against mine, they feel soft and warm. Her tongue gently strokes over my lips, she is begging them to open. She bites at my lower lip until I let her in. The second the tip of her tongue finds mine, my body crumbles. She is kissing me with so much passion and so much hunger. Our mouths are melted in one, our tongues intertwine together. She pulls back and stares into my eyes, I stare right back and kiss her hard again.

"Fuck boo, I want to lose myself between those legs of yours."

"Mmmm that sounds very tempting but no. I ain't letting your mom hear me moan."

"Boo, she probably already did last night."

"Oh god please don't tell me, how am I going to face her this morning especially in the same clothes I had on last night. Do you think they will see me if I just walk out?"

"They either standing in the kitchen or sitting in the lounge, either way, they still going to see your sweet moaning ass leave through the front door."

"Urgh this is a disaster, and I am glad you are finding it so damn hilarious."

"Let's have a shower then you can put one of my sweats with a shirt on."

"They still going to know."

"It's either yesterday's old clothes or my fresh clothes, make a pick, they still going to think about whatever they are going to think, it does not matter what you wear."

"Okay, I will go for looking like a soldier."

I slide from underneath the covers and sit on the edge of the bed. I raise onto my one leg and hop along to the shower. I can feel that she is watching me, if this was a few days ago then I would have cared but now somehow I feel comfortable moving around like this in front of her. I get to the shower and start running the water.

"Boo are you going to come or stare at my sexy ass hopping around on one leg."

"I am coming soldier."

I hop into the shower, holding on to the wall so that I do not slip.

The water is running down my hair, all over my body. A slight breeze tickles my skin. I know she is there. She doesn't have to say a word. I can feel her eyes watching me as I shower. My eyes remain closed as I rinse the shampoo from my hair.

When I finally open my eyes, I see her step into the shower with me. Damn, she is a sight to behold, especially when she is standing naked in front of me. I step back to allow the shower head to spray her with droplets that do nothing but accentuate her beautiful curves, it glistens off her arms and trickles down her breasts. I watch the droplets run down her tummy and over her waist.

She grabs two bath sponges and pours body wash into both ones for me and one for her so that we can wash each other down. She turns her back to me so I can scrub her down, first her back, then her neck. I then scrub down her legs. Then she spins around to face me. She starts washing my chest, my shoulders, my neck, and then the back of me. Once we both done, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist and head back into the room.

"Boo will this be fine?"

I hand her a pair of black sweats with a red top.

"There I thought you were going to dress me up as a marine girl."

"I can always give you my service uniform?"

"Nah I think I will stick with this then."

"But you can always get into it for me soldier, I would love to have something to drool about."

"And there I thought I am enough just like this for drooling material."

"Honey this in front of me is not drooling material, it is I want to rip you to pieces and make sweet sex to you material."

"So what is stopping you?"

"Uhm, your very much awake parents."

"Hahaha let me get dressed so I can go and embarrass you."

After getting dressed and putting my body back together, we make our way to the kitchen, she is a few steps back, hiding behind me

"Morning my son," my mom is the first one to greet me.

"Morning mom."

Matt sees Isabella hiding behind me, finding it quite hilarious, he feels the need to point it out as he so casually greets her. My mom peeks over my shoulder and smiles.

"Oh, is that you Isabella did not see you hiding behind Clay there."

"Come on mom," Matt says. "The only thing big about him is his head, there is not much to hide behind."

"Just like there is not much in that head of yours," I say as I slap Matt against the head.

My father only but shakes his head as he turns to look at me. "What is it that I hear about you punching some guy Paul in my house last night?"

"Nice going Matty, you never know when to keep that trap shut of yours."

Isabella that is still hiding behind me now steps in front of me and is looking all serious. "Just hang a bit on there soldier, I did not think you were serious last night. Was Paul really here?"

"Now you explain to her Matty, you damn idiot."

"I can't believe his fucking cheek. Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson but that is plain overstepping a line there. I will speak to him about it. It won't happen again I can assure you."

"Boo trust me he won't come back here and if he sets so much as a toe near you then he is as dead as dirt."

"Don't worry sweetie," my mom reaches out to take Isabella's hand. "They boys always have things under control, why don't you help me with breakfast while they get ready for Betty."

The entire room goes quiet as each syllable comes from her mouth. "Betty? What is Betty doing here?"

"Sweetie you said she can come to interview you for the paper."

"Yes, let mom know when she can come."

"Well, she let me know this morning."

"So we just dropping everything for the old bag?"

"Clay that is not necessary, Betty is an asset to this town."

"Yes her ass is quite set outside the flower shop messing her nose in everybody's business."

"Hahaha," Isabella is the first to burst into laughter. "God that is funny."

Matt shortly follows behind. "Hahaha, that shit is hilarious."

"Hey you two, poor Betty is just alone," my mom says as she is trying to sound sympathetic.

"What?!" I shout out in frustration. "She has like seven damn cats. When does she get time to be alone between gossiping and playing with her cats?"

"Young man," my dad says as he stares me down. "Go get into your dress blues before she gets here."

"Come on seriously dad, is that really necessary?"

"Off you go Clayton, I don't want to hear another whine out of you."

I turn to Isabella and pull her away from where she is beating some eggs, "Boo, please come with me."

"You are missing a leg, not a hand," my mom says as she pulls Isabella back. "You can get dressed by yourself."

"Mom!"

I make my way back to my room to change into the marine's dress blue uniform. Of all uniforms, I love this one the best. The dress blues is a dark blue coat featuring a scarlet piped mandarin collar and sky-blue trousers with "blood stripes" on the sides.

I give myself a once over in the mirror. This brings back so many memories, a lot more good than bad, I really miss the core, I miss being out there on the front line, I just plain miss being a marine. Before I let my mind dwell further and to avoid bursting into tears, I leave the room.

As I enter the kitchen, my face immediately seeks Isabella's. I need to see that she is okay, that this does not bring ugly memories up from her husband. I cannot see her.

I feel a pair of hands wrap me from behind around my waist.

She whispers in my ear, "Hey soldier, I should have gone with you to change in this hot uniform, you look damn near good enough to devour."

"I can always make an excuse for us to disappear."

"Mmmm I am all game."

I am finding it hard to get out the words. I clear my throat and speak, "Uhm, this thing needs some adjustment, Isabella, boo, will you please come to help me."

"Oh no you two don't," my mom stops to stand directly in our way. "You are not slipping away to go have sex."

"Mom! We weren't!"

"Don't lie to your mother Clay, I heard your whole scheme."

"Mom! Why are you listening to my conversation?"

"Because you don't really talk all that soft."

"Mom we were whispering."

"Son," my dad interrupts. "Your mom can hear absolutely everything, the woman is not normal."

"Richard you better go open that door before I slap you. I think I just heard Betty's car stop."

My dad leaves an anxious me and two very excited women in the kitchen. It feels as if my entire insides might as well hit the floor so damn nervous I am.

Betty and my father join us back in the kitchen. "Hellooooo my soldier boy, so are you ready for this interview. This is going to be super fun."

With her comes some dude I have never seen before which appears as if he is taping this whole damn thing and also there is the poor photographer that needs to follow old Betty around wherever she goes.

This is about to turn into one hell of a show. My deepest secrets are about to be revealed.