Honorable Discharge - Sex Stories

Honorable Discharge

... Southern stumbled to get the invitation out. “The couch would be great,” Duncan said, “as long as it won't be weird for you.” “No, of course not.” She opened the door and let them into the apartment. It was a nice place all on one level, two bedrooms, one bath with a small kitchen and a cluttered living room. Duncan could tell it was a college girl's apartment just based on the clutter. It was something between a high-school girl's bedroom and an adult's living room. Textbooks and papers dominated a coffee table in the middle of the room. The TV in the corner was covered in stacks of chick flicks and romantic comedies. The couch was unceremoniously decorated with fluffy pink pillows and a giant stuffed bear. “Sorry about the mess.” “It looks great,” Duncan said, “really, really great.” “Just put your stuff wherever, you can toss the pillows and Mr. Jackson behind the couch,” Southern said as she slipped into one of the bedrooms. “Mr. Jackson?” Duncan asked, eyeing the bear. “Cara's bear.” “Who's Cara?” Duncan asked. “My room mate. She's gone for the weekend and won't be back until Sunday night, so you don't have to worry about her walking in or anything.” “Okay.” Duncan tossed the bear and pillows behind the couch and his gunnysack at one end to act as a pillow. Southern appeared in the hallway. “Bathroom is at the end of the hall. I'll be just a minute and let you know when it's free?” “Sure.” Duncan tossed his cover onto his bag, then sat and pulled off his boots and shirt. ...

... He heard the shower start and he walked around the room looking at pictures, checking the DVD titles stacked haphazardly on the TV. He stopped and picked up a picture of Southern. She was standing next to another young woman. They looked about the same age. The other woman was in a wedding dress. “She's my sister,” Southern said from behind him. She was in a long shirt and her damp hair stuck to her face. “Her wedding?” Duncan asked. “Yeah,” Southern had a sad look on her face. “What happened?” Duncan asked. “Just like that you know something is wrong?” He just nodded. “She was killed by a drunk driver coming home from her honeymoon.” “I'm sorry,” Duncan said, returning the picture to the shelf. “It was last year. I'm not really over it.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “No.” Southern stepped up against him putting a hand behind his head and stepping up onto her toes she kissed him firmly on the lips. He slipped a hand behind her back, returning the kiss. When she broke the embrace and stepped away Duncan did not follow. “Would you stay with me tonight?” Southern asked. “I think maybe the couch is the better idea,” Duncan said hesitantly. “Now really isn’t the time to try and be virtuous.” “Southern.” She cut him off. “Please don’t ruin this by implying I don’t know exactly what I’m asking you to do. I went to that bar looking for something and you came home with me.” “Taking advantage of you was never my intention.” “I think I’m the one taking advantage here.” Southern took ...