Mercenary and the Student - Sex Stories

Mercenary and the Student

... sweats with a tank top with no bra and a unbuttoned shirt. She told him to sit on the weight lifting bench and take off his jacket and shirt. She left the room and Steven began to undress. When she came back. her tops shirt was gone and was now wearing her tank-top. She sat down in front of him and started to clean his cut on his forehead. While she was doing that, he found himself looking down at her chest and under her arm he saw a small circular scar. He reached out and gently touched it with his fingers. It was smooth and only the outer edge was slightly rough. “You curious about my bullet wound or is your aim a little off?” she said calmly. Steven moved his hand away quickly and this made Helena giggle. “Got that on my first trip to Afghanistan. Some Taliban bitch shot me with a petty .22 handgun from across room.” “Did it hurt a lot?” he asked as he once again touched the round indentation. “A lot!!!” she said in a excited voice. “Then what happened?” “I snatched the gun from her hand and knocked her on her ass”. She continued to tell the story and before he knew it, she had finished with his wound and was working on the cuts on his chest. They kept talking about her other injuries she got from her work and she told him about the scar on her back she got from a piece of shrapnel. She turned around and lifted her shirt to show a 3 inch long semi-smooth scar going down the lower right side of her back. “All because we stopped to help a pussy-ass French unit at a check ...

... point.” she told with some anger in her voice. “We just got out of the truck and BAAM!!, RPG goes off right next to us.” Steven touched the zagged scar mark and rubbed it with his hand. He felt sad for her as her body had been mutilated and that she had to live with them. Helena pulled her shirt back down and turned again to face Steven. She smiled and moved to his right side to check his ribs their. Their was a lot of bruising in the area along with the other bruises on his chest and back. She looked up and said “this is going to hurt like a bitch, but I have to see if your ribs are broken”. She squeezed down on his side with both hands and felt the bones to see how bad their were. Steven put his hands on her back to keep himself up right. After several seconds, She rose up and smiled “just bruised not broken”. She then took a bottle of water and poured some onto a towel and proceeded to wipe off all the sweat so she could put some bandages on his ribs. She took far longer than it should have to clean him off. She was moving over every muscle on his chest and even made a small reach into his pants. Steven knew if he was going to make a move, it had to be now. While Helena was putting the bandages on his ribs, he slowly moved his hands down her back and on to her ass and gave them a gentle squeeze. Helena did a quick pull on the ends of the bandage to tighten them and rose up “Time for dinner”. She gave him one of her AF t-shirts to wear and they headed down stairs. She made a ...