Youthful Attraction and a PMC's Protectiveness

Steven was having a bad day. He was 16 and lived in a large coastal town in southwest Oregon. A late winter storm dropped 3’ of snow and ice and made getting to and from school difficult. His sister, Melody had drove off in the car and left him having to walk the 7 blocks to high school. To make matters worse, he fell down a flight of steps and took 2 cheerleaders with him. He was bruised and one girl Pamela, had a sprained ankle. He brother also happen to be his sister’s boyfriend and he was very over-protective of his sister. Steven knew that he was going to come looking for him and pick a fight.

After school, Steven made a run for home, hoping to avoid any run ins with Pam’s brother. He walked quickly down the street but made slow progress because the snow was still deep and after almost 2 hours, he made it home. Big surprise, melody was their and so was Pam and her brother. Steven tried to enter the house but door was bolted shut. Each time he unlocked one, someone inside would relock it again. This game was getting annoying and it was getting dark. He finally gave up and headed into the backyard to go through the outside basement doors and into the house that way. He got in and went to the house door only to find it also jammed closed. He started to walk back when someone closed the outside door and chained it shut. Now he was stuck in a freezing basement with only a small flashlight.

After almost 2 hours, the basement house door opened and Melody was standing their with a sick smile on her face. He left the basement and head to his room. When he got their he saw that they had ransacked it and everything was either torn, smashed or ripped apart. His money jar that he had his car money in was empty and broken laying on his bed. His laptops monitor was smashed and all his computer disks were broken and all over the floor. His TV and radio were also busted up and his blinds over his windows were ripped open. For just a moment he wanted to just go to Melody’s room and beat her senseless. But he pulled out his cell phone and took several pics of his room and would wait till his parents came home next from their vacation.

After a long night of cleaning up, Steven was finally able to sit down and just rest his eyes. The school had put out a “snow day notice” so their was no school till tomorrow. He check his watch and noticed that it said 5:00am. He looked out his window to see his neighbor enter her exercise room. Her name was Helena MacKinze. She was in Air Force for 8 years before leaving to become a PMC. She would be gone sometimes for a few weeks to a couple months. She moved in to the house next door little more than 2 years ago and was always friendly towards him. She was a person of habit. Always starting her workout at 5:00am and she always took 2 hours from beginning to end. Steven was almost certain that she knew he would watch her workout. Sometimes wear a full workout suit and other times just a sports bra and underwear. She was very fit and made it look sexy. He watched her for about 30 mins as she did her kick boxing and weight lifting regimen. Her body was amazing! He would watch her sunbath on her patio and in the pool. She had firm C-cup breast and 6-pack abs. She had a muscular body but no large bulges. She was fit and firm and he had totally fell for her.

Just as Steven started to look away, she turned and saw him and waved. He waved back but she could see he was troubled. She moved to the window but Steven had left his room and she went back to her exercises. After an hour, Steven was back in his room and had opened his window. Helena opened her window just as Steven was pulling off his window screen. “What’s up” she called over. Steven leaned out and dropped a bag of trash out of his window into a trashcan below. “My sister and her boyfriend trashed my room and stole all anything of value”. “Well that totally sucks” she called back. She gave him a supportive smile and said she would be over to help him a in few minutes. Before Steven could answer, Helena closed her window and left the room. Steven shrugged and went back to cleaning out his room. After about 20 mins, Helena came over and was taken back at the amount damage that was done. They spent most of the day continuing to clean up the mess. Melody finally made her most grand and unwanted appearance and started to make a big fuss about having some “hussy” over in “her house”. They both just laughed and Melody ran off say something about being them being sorry. Helena went down stairs and came back with a couple of beers. “You defiantly have earned one of these” as she handed it to him. They sat at the foot of the bed and talked about how much of a bitch his sister is and laughed.

By about 4:30, Helena had left and Steven was putting new bed sheets on and just needed to figure out how to replace the stuff he lost the day before. By 9:00 he was completely spent and went to bed. the next day he had to go back to school for his end of the month exams and get his school work for the weekend. The for the most part was uneventful and Steven began the long hard walk home. He was so busy fighting his way through the snow covered sidewalks that he never saw the car coming up behind him. Just as he got the driveway of his house, the car pulled up and cut him off. Then 4 teens with Pam’s brother being one of them got out and surrounded him. For the next few minutes, Steven was being punched and kicked left and right. Several kicks went to his ribs and one good kick caused a large cut over his forehead. Then he heard the sound of something metal being hit. He turned and saw Helena throw one teen onto the top of their car and the other were on the ground rolled up into a ball. She helped Steven up to his feet and told the other kids to be gone before she comes back out.

Once inside Helen’s house, she lead him up to the second floor and went into her exercise room. It was then that he noticed that she was wearing only a pair of 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

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