Loving An Airborne Ranger (6 page)

“Mom, last night was the third time we’ve slept together.  The first was the night he proposed.”

“Well, I just thought with the way things are these days…”  And her voice trailed off.  She was embarrassed at having brought the subject up but pleased at what she heard from her daughter.

* * *

Lisa asked, “Where and when do you want the wedding, honey?”

He answered, “It doesn’t matter where, as long as you’re going to be there.  When? 
The sooner the better.”

“We have more friends at Campbell, but if you would prefer having it here, that’s okay too.”

“It would make Mom happy if we had it here, but the Post would be all right with me too.  A quiet wedding would be nice and it would be quiet here.  Plus, if we go on a honeymoon, Mom would love to babysit Kyle.  Are we going to have a honeymoon?  What about your family?”

“They wouldn’t come no matter where.  I’
ve the black sheep of the family since I joined the Army.  Dad wanted me to join him and take over the farm.  Let’s have it here.”

“Okay.  Let’s tell Mom in the morning.”

* * *

The next morning…

“Mom, we would like to get married here, by your pastor.  Is that all right with you?”

“Oh Lisa, that would be wonderful.  We’ve got a lot of work to do.  You and I are going to be
have to get busy.  I’ll have to talk to the reverend; you’ll need to get the license. 

I
’ll bet my wedding dress will fit you.  Let’s get it out and see what kind of shape it’s in.”

Lisa looked over at Chuck who was smiling.  He winked at her.  She asked, “I’ve never asked, but do you fish?  Dad would rather fish than eat.”

“I love to fish.  We had to catch or trap our own food in survival training and I’ve caught and eaten fish several times.  It beats MREs.”

“Dad, MREs are meals ready to eat.  They’ve replaced the K-rations you complained about so much.”

Chuck said, “I’ve had K-rats and they were pretty bad, most of them were older than I am.  MRE’s aren’t too bad and they’re in cans so you don’t have to add water or anything.”

Mr.
Barrett and Chuck became engaged in types of fishing gear, boats, and which fish tasted best.  Lisa was happy.  She had scored points with her dad.  She’d thank Chuck for picking up the ball and running with it.  In her own special way.  That night, in her old bedroom, Lisa’s reward for Chuck turned out to be as rewarding for her as it was for him.  At first, she was nervous with her parents down the hall, but Chuck’s calm manner and foreplay pushed the nervousness completely away.  It was a great evening and a perfect climax to a great day.

Her mother’s wedding dress was in excellent condition and with a few nips and tucks would be great.  Lisa hadn’t seen it in a long time, but it turned out to be from Priscilla of Boston, one of the top gown makers in the country.

The wedding was planned and came off as planned.  Some of Lisa’s old schoolmates attended the Saturday afternoon affair at the church, with a reception at Lisa’s mother’s home.

While all of the planning was going on, Chuck made reservations for their honeymoon trip to New Orleans.

Following the wedding and reception, they left for New Orleans.  They spent their wedding night in the bridal suite at the Omni Hotel in Houston.

They had eaten enough at the reception that no evening meal was necessary but Chuck had ordered champagne on ice and it was waiting for them when they checked it.

Lisa told him she wanted to wash away the trail dust and went into the bath.  She came out with a freshly scrubbed face, her hair up, a smile and wearing another diaphanous negligee, this one in green.  It really enhanced her green eyes.  She was pleased with the expression on his face and when she said, “Mom gave it to me.”

“Incredible, freaking incredible.
  Come here darling.  I want to try and tell you how much you mean to me.”

The bed was huge and very comfortable, with silken sheets and pillows.  Lisa lay back on the bed and said, “I feel like royalty.”

Chuck removed the green negligee that wasn’t really concealing anything.  He kissed her softly on the cheek, then a bit more firmly on the mouth, then on the ear.  He kissed her neck and she began quivering while goose pimples were popping up on her arms.  Kissing his way down to her pert, firm breasts, he rubbed each of them in turn, and traced an outline of the erect nipples with his tongue.  Reaching back to the night stand he picked up a small glass and poured champagne on her breasts.  He caught it up with his tongue.  The moans were very audible now.  She was quivering on the edge of fantasy.  More champagne ran down her tummy in small rivulets.  These he lapped up with his tongue. 

He parted the lips of her pussy and massaged the clit with his tongue. 
She went over the edge and into the throes of a climax.  He didn’t stop but he inserted a finger into the moist center of her being.  Still exploring with his tongue, the climax continued, the sounds coming from her throat were not unlike those of an onrushing train, louder and louder, reaching a peak when he moved his tongue inside.  She grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him down harder.  When it ended, she was speechless with emotion.  She was physically spent and said breathlessly, “You’re going to have to give me a minute to recover.”  He held her tightly, moved his talented tongue into her ear and slowly around the edges.

“Oh my God, what are you doing to me?  Never in my entire lifetime have I felt anything like this.  She slid her hand down his belly, over the hard muscles built from endless hours of training and weight lifting.  She grasped his huge
member and said, “You’re very big tonight”  She moved down and took him in her mouth.  The head was very moist, and there was a slight emission on the tip.  She licked it up and began moving up and down and in and out.  It was Chuck’s turn to moan. 

He put his arms around her shoulders and said, “
That really feels good, but don’t make me cum.  I want to be inside you.”

Chuck was almost on his back; she put one leg over and outside his leg, then
reentered her crease.  It still fit nicely.  She moved rhythmically, but when she felt him tense, she stopped and waited a few seconds and started moving again.  This was repeated several times until he took her hips in his hands, pulled her against him and with a mighty thrust he pulsed again and again.  His thrusts were deeper each time until, with one final thrust then he let out a long satisfied sigh.

She moved up until she was looking him straight in the eye and said simply, “I love you Chuck Carson.”  All of the tension relaxed and she lay contentedly in his arms.

This was the first of several episodes during the night but none were as intense.  Finally, sometime late, or rather early in the morning they awoke.  Chuck ordered breakfast through room service.

Lisa said, “I’m not going to be able to sit comfortably for a week.  I’ll need to get a cushion.”

In a poor imitation of Bogart, he said, “It ain’t over yet schweetheart.”

He reached for her and rolled on top and looking into each other’s eyes they made love again.  Finishing just before the knock on the door and “Room Service” was called out.  Chuck got up, went to the door, signed for the check and pulled the cart into the room.

After all of the strenuous physical activity they were both ravenous and polished off the steak and eggs in short order.

After breakfast, the newlyweds showered together, taking such delight in soaping each other, they did it twice.

As they headed east towards New Orleans, on I10, Lisa said, “I don’t know what has happened to me.  I can’t get enough of you.  Maybe it’ll get old, but I could jump your bones right now.”

“It’ll never get old or mundane if I can help it.  You’re the perfect partner for me.  I don’t know how I can ever leave on another mission again.  I don’t want you out of my sight.  I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous before, but I’d probably kill old Chasin if he showed up again.”

“You will never have anything to be jealous about from me, darling.  Never.”

They rolled on into the climbing sun, passing the swamps and long bridges that dot Louisiana highways, paying scant attention to the terrible condition of I10.

They stayed at the La Meridien Hotel on the edge of the French Quarter.  During the daytime they did the touristy things such as Jackson Square, Central Market, the Zoo and the aquarium.  They even did a guided tour of the plantations. 

At night, only venturing occasionally into the night life provided by the French Quarter, they enjoyed exploring each other, each learning the things that delighted the other.

The time came when they decided it was time to head back to Dime Box, Kyle and Gunner.  There were not many periods of silence on the trip.  No subject was untouchable.  Chuck said he’d like to adopt Kyle if Lisa didn’t mind, but if she minded, it would make no difference in their relationship.

They were very comfortable with each other and discussed their future together and the life awaiting them at Fort Campbell.

As they were driving through Arkansas, it was Lisa who observed, “The sun has been out every day of our marriage.  We are blessed, aren’t we?”

“We truly are darling.” 

“Chuck, I want to have your baby.  Would you mind if I went off the pill?”

“Would I mind?  Would I mind if you made me a dad?  I think that would be the second best thing that ever happened to me.  I didn’t think it was meant to be.  I would love to have a Charles Carson, the third running around our house.”

“What if she turns out to be another Lisa?”

“That would be wonderful too.  You just know she would turn out to be a beautiful, vivacious, and smart young woman.”

* * *

In just over a year, the Fort Campbell community newspaper announced the birth of Charles Carson III to Major and
Mrs Charles “Chuck” Carson.

He would be called Charley Three or Trey. 

Eighteen months after this, another article in the paper announced the arrival of 6 pound 5 ounce Lisa Carson to the well and truly blessed Family Carson.  Mother and daughter are well.

Little Miss Carson will be the guest of honor at a reception at the family on-Post residence.

Related News From The Dime Box Texas News…

Major Charles M. Carson recently assumed command of the Special Operations Aviation Training Company
 at Fort Campbell Kentucky.  The Special Operations Training Company is responsible for training of all special operations personnel at Fort Campbell.  The Major and his family live on post at Fort Campbell.  Mrs. Carson is the former Lisa Barrett Turner and the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ed Carson of Dime Box.

Susan Leigh Carlton began writing in August, 2011.  Her first two books were cookbooks based on recipes from the collections of her mother-in-law.  She later authored a book on Diabetes and recipes designed for a diabetic diet. 

Ms Carlton lives in a suburb on the far northwest side of Houston, Texas.  She lives with her husband, two poodles and a cat.

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