Hunter - Big Girls & Bad Boys (5 page)

“I can’t either,” I told him. Hunter’s smile grew broader.

“Maybe we need to negotiate a peace, or at least a truce, between us. I can think of much better ways to work out our aggressions than arguing the finer points of foreign policy,” he told me. I blushed deeply at his implication.

“Daisy’s home for the holidays. I’ve got the dorm room to myself,” I told him brazenly. That got serious quickly.

“Truce?” Hunter asked to verify my intentions.

“I am anti-war. I’m not looking to fight,” I told him. What the hell was I doing? This couldn’t go anywhere. I strongly opposed what Hunter did for a living. He and I were polar opposites despite my recognition that there might be another side to my beliefs. Yet, I couldn’t deny that there was an attraction between us.

“At heart, I’m a lover not a fighter. I drove here. You need a ride?” he told me. I giggled.

“I took the bus, so yeah. Besides, you can’t leave me stranded this time since it’s my dorm room,” I told him.

“Touché,” he told me and led me around the building, his hand on the small of my back. I liked that. We drove to the campus in a different car than the one he picked me up in last time. There were rules about visitors, especially of the opposite sex, but they were largely ignored. We walked in unchallenged into the dorm. Classes were out and it was the Holidays so nobody was there to do much about it. We rode up the elevator, both of us pensive and nervous.

“I feel like I’m on a mission behind enemy lines,” Hunter said to break the silence.

“You are. You might be the first Marine a girl has brought back to her room...for sex anyway,” I observed. I don’t know if that was true but Berkeley wasn’t the friendliest place to the military.

“Ooh-rah. Marines, first to fight...so to speak,” Hunter said. I laughed as the elevator doors opened. I led Hunter to my room and unlocked the door. We entered and I locked it behind us. As I turned, I faced Hunter. He pushed me up against the door and kissed me, his hands cupping my face. I felt my knees go weak.

“I missed you,” he told me as he broke the kiss.

“I can see that,” I said, reaching down and squeezing the big lump in his pants. Hunter winked at me, turned and walked away. He took a seat on my bed, laying back reclining on his elbow.

“I never did really see you naked,” he observed.

“That’s true. I never saw that tattoo either,” I replied.

“I’m glad for that,” he said as I began unbuttoning my blouse. Hunter watched as I finished and slipped the blouse off my shoulders. Even here in the bright light coming from the dorm room windows, I didn’t feel self-conscious. I couldn’t the way Hunter stared at me, like a hungry dog looked at a raw steak.

“So am I. I might have done something stupid like tell you to get lost,” I said as I peeled my leggings off. I stood once I’d stepped out of them after kicking off my flats. I was in pink panties and a lacy bra that roughly matched them. “So?” I asked.

“You’re sexy as fuck. Come here,” Hunter told me. I walked over as his eyes swept up and down my body.

“What?” I asked.

“I think you owe me,” Hunter told me.

“For what?” I asked incredulously. Hunter undid his pants and pushed them along with his briefs down his hips. His cock sprang free, erect and bouncing enticingly.

“Dinner?” he replied sheepishly.

“The dinner where you left me alone to take the bus home?” I asked. Hunter was playing with me and I was doing the same with him. I liked this playful banter much more than arguing with him. He grabbed his shaft and squeezed it. He looked bigger than I remember. I never really saw him in the Eucalyptus Grove.

“You’re lucky I like you,” I said and unhooked my bra. I slid it down my arms as my full and heavy breasts poured from it. Then I shimmied out of my panties before working on Hunter’s shoes. It wasn’t but a moment before I had his pants off and then I knelt next to my bed and began to stroke Hunter as he pulled off his shirt.

“I’ve longed for your touch, Mel,” he told me.

“Kiss ass. I’m stroking your dick. You don’t need to convince me anymore,” I said.

“Maybe I mean it,” he replied.

“Then, by all means, tell me more,” I said playfully as I lowered my head and took Hunter between my lips. He brushed my golden hair to the side so he could watch. I was glad to put on a show for this man. Hell, who was I kidding? I may not have liked what Hunter did but damn it, Marines were sexy as hell. Those fucking dress blues turned me to jelly.

I put on a show for Hunter, my skills, such as they were, on full display. I assumed Hunter liked my attention by his sighs and groans, his throbbing erection and the juices he leaked into my mouth. I fondled his heavy balls and stroked his glistening shaft. I was lost in the act, enjoying pleasuring Hunter as much as I looked forward to him pleasuring me.

“You look pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he told me. I pulled him from my mouth and looked at Hunter.

“Maybe you’d look pretty if I was sitting on your face,” I replied.

“Let’s find out,” he replied. Hunter scooted up onto the bed and laid down. I didn’t need to be asked twice and climbed aboard. I straddled his face, only Hunter’s eyes visible below and settled onto his face. Hunter’s arms reached around my thighs and he spread me wide before he dove in. Oh wow!

“I was right. You look good between my legs,” I teased. Hunter responded by sucking on my hot nub. I arched as the sensations ripped through me. Soon I was undulating, rubbing myself on Hunter’s tongue and lips. I tensed and a moment later I cried out as a wild orgasm wracked my soft body. Hunter didn’t relent, however.

He released one thigh and his hand disappeared behind me. A moment later, two fingers slipped into my slippery tunnel as his thumb massaged my back door. Fuck! I came again, the climax searing and deep. I gasped as my breath caught in my throat. Then it was released as I screamed and giggled.

“Oh, you’re good,” I told Hunter as I lifted myself from his face and slid my hips lower. I took Hunter’s face in my hands and kissed him, my taste on his lips. Dirty, right? As we kissed, I reached back and guided Hunter’s hard shaft towards my wet pussy.

“Condom?” he asked as we kissed.

“Whatever, I’m on the pill,” I told him. That was good enough for Hunter. He thrust his hips and hammered into me.

“Hard. Hard and fucking fast,” I urged him. Hunter obliged. His hips pounded into me from below as I bounced on his rigid member. He felt so fucking good. We rocked together as one, frantically and furiously enjoying the carnal pleasure. I climaxed, arching as the pleasure washed over me. The act felt...I don’t know. Taboo maybe.

Hunter was a Marine and I was an anti-war activist. I don’t know how his fellow Marines viewed girls like me, but most of my friends and acquaintances saw guys like Hunter as the enemy. I was sleeping with the enemy and it felt so deliciously wrong. Daisy would freak but part of me wanted to shock her and everyone else. Hunter had that effect on me.

“Your ass is magnificent,” Hunter told me as he squeezed my lush backside.

“Then enjoy,” I said as I lifted myself off of Hunter and lay on my stomach next to him on my narrow bed. I lifted my ass in the air and wiggled it.

“You mean...?” Hunter asked tentatively. I looked back at him as he straddled my thighs.

“I’m a college girl. I like to experiment. Your choice,” I assured him. Hunter thought it over.

“Some other time. Too much work,” he told me, leaned forward and slid into me again. I exhaled as his length filled me to the brim.

“Good choice. Now fuck me,” I urged Hunter. He lowered his body onto mine and, kissed my neck as he thrust into me. He hit an entirely different spot and what a spot it was. I whimpered and sobbed as another fulfilling orgasm took me. Hunter was desperately pounding into me and I knew it wouldn’t take very long for him to succumb.

“Please, don’t pull out,” I told him. Hunter kissed my shoulder and then whispered.

“Not a chance,” he said and began sucking on my earlobe. I lost it. Writhing beneath Hunter as a torrid climax wracked my body. I bit my comforter and screamed into it as the sensations sizzled within. Then Hunter gasped and I felt him swell.

“I’m coming,” he growled and I felt his cock erupt within me. It was glorious and I had another orgasm as Hunter enjoyed his own. He filled me, his orgasm curiously cool within me. Hunter’s thrusts were slowed but each was firm and quick. Then he went limp and lay still on top of me. “I missed that. I really did,” he told me.

“Me too,” I replied. We lay there like that, Hunter laying on me as I lay on my stomach, each of us gasping for breath. But soon, Hunter moved and we ended up face to face, legs and arms entwined, kissing and staring into one another’s eyes. “Why are you here?” I asked.

“What?” Hunter replied.

“In Berkeley? You aren’t stationed here, I know that,” I told him.

“Oh, I live here...or rather my folks do. I’m on liberty for the Holidays,” he explained.

“You grew up here? Wow!” I replied, surprised at that.

“The whole city isn’t crazy. There’s a few normal families here and there,” he said, half joking.

“So, I’m crazy?” I asked him playfully. I didn’t take what he said the wrong way and I knew he wouldn’t take my words the wrong way either.

“Crazy beautiful,” he told me and smiled smugly.

“You’re very clever for a jarhead,” I replied. Hunter laughed.

“I wonder sometimes,” he said and then paused, clearly thinking about saying something. I wondered what it might be and for a moment, I was worried. But what Hunter said completely surprised me. “Want to spend Christmas with my family?” he asked and then added, “Assuming you’re not spending the day with your own family.”

“I’m not. Are you serious?” I replied.

“Totally. I hate to think of you all alone on Christmas,” he told me. I’m not sure the invitation implied anything about our relationship but it felt as if it did. I couldn’t deny that I really liked Hunter. I couldn’t help but wonder if the invitation meant he liked me too.

“They won’t be upset?” I asked.

“Upset?” he wondered.

“You know...you bringing home some strange girl. A girl like me,” I replied.

“No, my mom’s full bodied too,” he said and winked. I giggled.

“I mean...being a crazy, Berkeley, anti-war girl?” I asked.

“No! Not at all. My sister’s a vegan. You’ll fit right in,” Hunter said.

“Yeah, I’ll go. Thank you,” I told Hunter.

“Purely selfish on my part. I don’t want to let you out of my sight,” Hunter told me.

“Are all Marines full of shit?” I asked playfully.

“Pretty much,” he replied and we both laughed. We spent the afternoon and evening together. Other than going out for Thai food at one of the few places open on Christmas Eve, Hunter and I spent our time together nude and when we felt the desire, making love.

That Christmas Eve was magical. We got to know one another well. I no longer saw Hunter as a caricature of a war fighter. I discovered his human side and I liked what I saw. He got to know me too. We avoided political discussions for the most part. Suddenly, none of that mattered.

“You’re not what I expected when I found out you were a Marine,” I told Hunter at one point.

“What did you expect?” he wondered.

“I don’t know. That you’d be a jerk. That you were nothing but a...a killer,” I said, almost ashamed.