*Stories by B.F. Redd*

Homecoming

As she read the email she didn’t even notice the tears running down her beautiful face. ‘He’s coming home for Christmas!’ was the thought that went through Angela’s head over and over as she read through the message her husband Jayson had sent her from Iraq. He had been deployed only five months after they had been married, so to her mind they were still newlyweds. His Guard regiment had supposed to only have been gone for nine months, which was bad enough for the young couple, but it had ended up being almost double that. Angela or Angie to those close to her had about worried herself sick as she heard daily reports of the rising American death toll. Only her close relationship with the Lord and her parents kept her sane in the long gaps between Jayson’ missives. It’s not that he didn’t want to keep in touch; it's just that he just was so busy. But now he was coming home! After sending her joyful reply, even though he said he probably wouldn’t be back online until the next evening at the earliest, Angela spent the next three hours burning up the telephone and DSL lines as she gave their families the great news.

A couple of weeks before Jayson was to come home Angela was talking with her best friend Moni, short for Monica at her kitchen table. They were discussing the final plans for his welcome home dinner.

“Okay Angie, let’s go through this one more time. The hall at the Elks Club is booked, the food has been decided on and ordered, decorations are in the closet and we have all the film in the county for our cameras. Are we leaving out anything?” Moni asked.

Laughing Angie replied, “We did empty out the drugstore between all the family members didn’t we? But I think that is all. He’s going to love the red and green Christmas decorations. He said in his emails how much he wanted to see traditional holiday colors after the blah of the desert. Now we just wait for him to get here. I am too excited!”

Moni smiled as she looked at her friend. It had been so long since she or anyone had seen Angie laughing like that, almost since her wedding day. It was good to know that she would be back with the man she loved. Moni was still searching for the type of love her friends shared but she knew after seeing them, she couldn’t settle for anything less.

“You haven’t said what you have planned for when you get Jayson all to yourself. Anything special in the works?”

“Moni, I am so glad you asked! I do have something in mind but I need input and wasn’t sure who to ask. Since you asked first you’re nominated. Let me go get my notebook!” With a look of nervous excitement she ran out of the room.

Moni’s curiosity was piqued because Angie was a pretty straightforward type of woman. Seduction simply wasn’t her friend’s forte`. It would be interesting to see what was brewing in her head. Smiling she remembered back to when Angie came to her house their senior year of high school freaking out because Jayson had asked her out for a second time.

“What am I going to do Moni? He’ll probably want to kiss and stuff! You know that I haven’t ever kissed a boy. What if I don’t know how to do it right?” Angie was about in tears from the panic she was feeling.

Laughing Moni said, “Angie, we’ve kissed before. It’s the same thing...just a little longer.”

Embarrassed by the memory, as well as the heat it generated, Angela’s fawn colored face flushed. Exasperated she said, “Moni, that was us experimenting. While you’re really hot girl, you don’t produce the same flutters as Jayson does.”

Lifting her eyebrow Moni replied, “Then I must not have done it right.” At her friend’s glare she backed off smiling. “Just kidding. Look Angie, Jayson is one of the good guys. If he’s asked you out again, he probably won’t push you any farther than you want to go. If anyone has “high school sweethearts” potential, it’s you two.”

As she heard Angie coming back down the hall, Moni shook her head at her prediction. She was just trying to calm her friend’s nerves that day; she had no idea that her words would turn out to be truth. When Angie walked through the door with a notebook she stopped at the look on the face of her “Best Fucking Friend” or B.F.F.

“What?”

Moni smiled and said, “I was just remembering how you were before your and Jayson’s second date. I think you are just as flustered now as you were then.”

Angie flopped in the chair and grinned foolishly, “Yeah, and I’m just as thrilled to know that I will be seeing him again. But this time, I need to show him with more than a simple kiss how much I’ve missed my man.” Opening her notebook she said, “So let’s get to work on my welcome home gift.” With that the two women started hammering out a scenario that any man would be grateful to come home to.

When Jayson came home on Christmas Eve, it was a relief to Angie that he seemed unchanged from the man she had seen off over a year ago. Oh, he was a bit thinner and had more depth in his dark brown eyes, but overall he still had the same disposition that he left with. She had heard stories about returning soldiers and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and had prayed that God spared her husband from that affliction. She was grateful that that particular prayer seemed to have been answered so fully. Though he rarely left her side, Jayson still was able to talk and joke with their loved ones just as before.

When she caught him politely covering a yawn while talking to their dads, she knew it was time to intervene. She knew her husband was tired but she still had a sexy surprise for him. “Alright everyone! One final picture and I’m taking my man home...to bed.” Winking exaggeratingly at the gathering, she laughed with them all as she herded them into the shot and set the timer on her camera. Running and tucking in under his arm she yelled, “Say ‘Cheese’!” and got the perfect shot.

Thirty minutes later she was standing in her husband’s arms, alone in their living room. Gazing up into his face she said, “I’ve missed this so much. This feeling of safety that being in your arms gives me.”

Rubbing his face in her hair to take in the scent he replied, “And I’ve missed the smell of your hair, the feel of your softness and the taste of your lips.” With that he indulged in a lingering re-acquaintance of that particular pleasure. Their tongues soon swirled together as their hands journeyed to places that were well known and worth the time to re-visit.

Reluctantly, Angie pulled out of Jayson’s grasp and breathily whispered, “Slow down baby, I have a little something for you. I know you’re tired but wait right here for a second.” With that, she ran into their bedroom and slammed the door. Jayson stared after the woman he loved in surprise. Angie was always a good lover but never particularly adventurous. His fatigue was cleared away by his curiosity. A couple of minutes later she called out, “Come and unwrap your present!” Grinning, he went down the hall, opened the door and stopped in his tracks as his mouth fell open and his dick leapt to attention.

There were icicle lights all around the tops of the walls with iridescent snowflakes dangling from the ceiling and white candles of different shapes sizes placed on every flat surface. Angie had also re-done the color scheme of the bedding to white, though the sheets were a cheerful red, green and white pattern. But they were nothing compared to his wife standing on the chest at the end of the bed. ‘A vision’, was the thought that popped into Jayson’s head as he goggled at his wife. She had taken down the French bun to let her hair flow in a rich brown cascade down her back. She was “wearing” a wide green and red ribbon that just concealed her full breasts and newly bare pubis. She had a big red bow like the one’s you stick onto presents tied so the ends just trailed over the sides of her luscious rump and down her legs which ended in bright red stripper pumps. Most guys didn’t know what Jayson’s “goody two-shoes” wife had under her modest clothes and he was fine with that. But even he had never had her beautiful body showcased like this. Angie could see that the “outfit” she and Moni had come up with was just what this soldier wanted from Santa.

Finding his voice he said, “Damn Angie! I...ugh!” Jayson barely kept his footing as his wife leaped at him and wrapped her legs and arms around the man of her dreams.

“Enough talk Jayson. I want you to fuck me now.” Kissing him deeply as his arms tightened around her, she pulled back and said, “Right now!”

Proving he was as good at taking orders as his commendations said, Jayson was out of his clothes in record time. Angie crawled across the bed with her ass tooted up so he would have a good view and looked back at him over her shoulder, “Come on baby, I still have on too much wrapping.”

Nude, Jayson came around to the side of the bed and pulled her firmly but gently towards him. “I don’t want to hurt you Angie, but you are driving me wild right now. You know how long it’s been. You’d better set the pace.”

She looked up at him guilelessly and said, “Okay”, then promptly began sucking his dick. She had never given Jayson head before and had only watched videos of it being done for the last couple of weeks but it seemed to be a natural talent from his reaction. He sounded just like the men on the pornos she’d studied! ‘No wonder so many women do this. What a power rush!’ she thought to herself as she reveled in the feel of the hardened silk chocolate of her man in her mouth. She grew wetter and her nipples stiffened as little salty drops of his essence ran down her throat. When Jayson suddenly pulled out of her, she moaned in protest and tried to get him back.

“Baby I can’t hold on if you keep this up. Why don’t we...” Jayson was cut off again as his wife threw him to the bed.

“How did you stay alive if a naked woman can take you by surprise so easily?” she teased as she straddled him. Without hesitation she slid down onto the bridge that would connect and move them in their own special rhythm. Jayson tried to keep his eyes on the breathtaking sight of his wife reveling in their lovemaking, but the feeling of her tightening around him had his eyes closed sooner than he’d like. Running her hands over her heavy breasts and through her hair, Angie threw her head back and began moving her hips frantically. She had missed just having Jayson’s presence in her everyday life, but she couldn’t deny the way the curve of his dick felt inside of her. She moved so that he was putting just the right pressure on her spot.

“Oh yes, Jayson baby. I’ve missed this so much. Fuck me sweetie.” Bending over and letting him guide her hips up and down she looked into his glazed eyes and challenged him with, “Show me you missed this pussy.”

Jayson’s shock over hearing that type of talk from his wife was soon overshadowed by his pleasure as he took control of the pace. As he guided her down he met her with a deep thrust. As their orgasms began, the sound of their animalistic grunting filled the candle-lit space. Jayson sat up as Angie screamed through her climax and wrapping his arms around the love of his life, pumped his seed into her on a deep groan.

As they lay together looking out the window, snow began to fall slowly in big fat flakes. Angie whispered, “The first snowfall of the year on Christmas morning. I don’t think anything could make this day more perfect but there it is.”

Jayson smiled at woman whose love and letters kept him sane from a world away. “It could be blazing hot with dead grass and not a present to be found under a “Charlie Brown” Christmas tree and for me it would still be the most perfect Christmas ever because I’m back here with you. I love you with all my soul and I will do my best never to leave you again.” With that he reached over and pulled an envelope out of pants pocket. When Angie read it, the tears in her eyes sparkled brighter than any star on any tree anywhere as she began kissing and making love to her husband once again. The neatly typed and folded honorable discharge papers with Jayson’s name on them were nearly crushed in the second heat wave of their passion.