The Long Absence: Allen's Story - Sex Stories

The Long Absence: Allen's Story

Author's note: This is my first story, written in March of 2014. It's nine chapters. Sex doesn't happen until chapter six. Chapter 1 This was it. No more hiding, no more running. The end for him he thought as the plane landed. Sitting in his seat as the plane taxied to the hanger with a look of defeat on his face, Allen sighed and looked down to his right thigh where the large piece of metal had been removed after the IED went off near his unit's vehicle outside of Baghdad. She was the last person he wanted to see. She was the last person he wanted to know. She was the last person he wanted any involvement at all with. He didn't like the woman. But this was it. He couldn't avoid her any longer. After being honorably discharged from the marines, he was sent home to her – his mother. She didn't know he was on the way. In fact, he hadn't spoken to her since he graduated high school five years prior. He immediately joined the marines and left. He Left everything and everyone, not looking back or making any effort to communicate with her. The only line of communication he kept open was with his grandmother. They were like best friends. She practically raised him. She would be at all his sporting or school events. She helped him pick out a tuxedo for the prom. They would talk at length about any issues he was having with friends, school, and his mother. His grandmother was his mother as far as he was concerned. He begged and pleaded with her to allow him to only have contact ...

... with her, not his mother. After many arguments over the issue, and the fact that he never once called or sent his mother a card, his grandmother, Robin, accepted the fact that Allen will do what he pleases and tried to let the issue go. It hurt her to think of this divide between her daughter and grandson, but this was the way it was going to be and she accepted it. She would lie about not hearing from Allen, when she had, in order to spare her daughter's feelings. Or she would make up a story about reading something on the news about his unit in Iraq. Allen's mother, Krista, knew of the rift between the two of them. She knew that when he left, that he wouldn't contact her or even care to. She knew that she may never see him again, and it broke her heart. When he left on that bus to Paris Island, South Carolina for basic training, her world collapsed. The worst part of that day was she knew it was her fault. What was her crime so-to-speak? Sex. To Krista, sex was just like breathing, eating, drinking, and sleeping. To her, sex wasn't something that she only received every once in awhile if she was lucky, or if she met the right guy at the right time and so on. No. Orgasms by herself or with other people, was a regular part of her, sometimes daily, routine. Deciding which of her friends to go out on a Friday night with and end the evening with, sex was like deciding on which restaurant to eat lunch at. Fast food? No. Chinese? Maybe tomorrow. I know! Mexican! It was as simple as ...