1. Kibeho


    Date: 11/8/2017, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: Wilful, Rating: 22, Source: LushStories

    cry.” “I’m not a man,” I blurted out, the utter humiliation seizing me in undignified sorrow. I bawled into my knees, unable to keep myself from wailing like a banshee. I felt the moist heat of her presence as she crouched down beside me and draped her left arm across my back. “Shhh,” she soothed in my ear, placing her other hand on my knee. “Men don’t do that,” I sobbed hysterically. “Men don’t let that happen.” I had us at the fence line. Our weapons aimed, fingers on the triggers, but safety switches on, we were on the brink. It was my decision to keep us there. It was my decision to hold our fire. It was my decision to do nothing. Tabitha laid her cheek on my shoulder. She knew better than to argue with me at that moment. She just held me close and tried to comfort me. I needed time to come to terms with what had happened, to get it all out. The frozen terror I forced us all to watch would be forever burned in our memories. I would never forget the chilling evil that stared back at me up the barrel of my own rifle, provoking me. They wanted me to fire. God knows I wanted to as well. My men were begging me to give the order to shoot. Our blood was boiling. But it was mine to keep my cool. “You saved our lives, Corporal,” she whispered when my outpouring had finally reduced to a pitiful shiver. “You saved all of us.” The officer would have explained to the medical staff that protecting the hospital and the people within it meant abandoning those on the other side of the ...
    wire. He would have told them that if we had tried to stop it, if we had fired, we would have been overrun. Tabitha shuffled on the ground next to me, sitting down out of her crouch. Her baggy, blue-green scrubs looked almost pink in the warm orange gloom. The heat of her body pressed against mine caused fresh droplets of sweat to trickle down along my right side. Conscious of her proximity, I lifted my rifle off my lap and stood it up against the wall away from her on my left. When I turned back, she gave me a sad smile and took my hand between hers, placing one underneath and the other on top. Her touch was wonderfully warm, and the gentle caress of her thumb across the back of my hand was lovely. I don’t know how long we sat there, silently watching the pendulum swing of Tabitha’s thumb on my skin. It seemed like a while. I didn’t even notice the weight of her head on my shoulder. The feeling had always been there. I remember nothing in my life feeling more natural. It belonged. The greasy ash blonde curls of her hair, wrestled into submission by a tight bun, had an almost strawberry sheen in the sunset. A few frizzy strands had escaped, indecisively swaying back and forth, unsure of whether to rescue more of their friends or tickle my cheek. It was almost hypnotic. It’s hard to explain, but I found myself forgetting the horrors of the day. My whole world became the intricate, little details of Tabitha’s presence. Nothing else mattered. I know now that it was a coping ...
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