When I arrive at Kirtland Air Force Base, Jensen is loading up a few planes, ready to run a parachuting session with the recruits.

“Hey Wade,” he nods. “Glad you could make it. Got a tough run today and I don’t think these newbies have any idea what they’re in store for.”

“Glad I can be here,” I tell him, and I certainly am.

I’m no longer in the Air Force but now that I’ve moved back to Albuquerque to head up my company, I’ve started volunteering to help Jensen train new pararescue recruits, which is his job as a private contractor. I’m grateful for the opportunity to get out from behind the desk and into the fresh outdoors, and do what I love once again.

I’m even happier to be here today than any other day in a while, since my reunion with Emily still keeps playing games with my head. I hate the fact that I still can’t get her off my mind.

“In this exercise a real- life parachuting experience will be simulated,” Jensen tells the group of recruits, and begins giving them instructions. “Since it’s your first time in such a situation, you need to listen up good.”

He gives instructions and then we both cover each of them while they jump. The exhilarating falls sufficiently distract me for a while. But they also remind me of that fateful day that turned things around for me for the worse.

I don’t want to freak out. Through my headphones, I start playing an app that calms me. It reminds me to breathe, to be grateful, to be aware in here and now. And that gets me through the training event. Ever since I made the app, I haven’t had a major episode but there’s no telling when one might come back. I’m not a doctor— and those were useless for me— but only an app designer.

As we walk back towards our starting point, I return to thinking of how glad I am to be here. It’s exciting to be helping him train the next generation of boys in uniform— even if they are our replacements— but I’m still upset that Emily left like that. She should have come home with me and I’d have been in her pants in no time. Damn, how I wanted to feel those full breasts and voluptuous ass with my own hands.

I’ve been jerking off constantly, sliding my hand up and down my shaft while wishing I could stick it inside her. I didn’t pop her cherry but I wish there was a way to savor her sweet, innocent gooiness. I’ve thought about tying her up, teasing her with my tongue and lips and mouth, until she’s begging me to fuck her with my cock. I’ve thought about riding her until she’s weak in the knees and completely out of breath.

I decide to tell Jensen about this new development in my life, before it drives me crazy.

“So, you know that waitress at the ceremony last night?” I ask him.

“The slow one?” he laughs.

“She wasn’t slow,” I quickly defend her. “Just late.”

“Okay, so the late one,” he agrees.

I laugh.

I was expecting him to say “the hot one” but he’s gaga for Riley. Just thinking about how hot Emily is, though, makes my cock half hard.

“That’s Emily Mason,” I tell Jensen.

“No shit,” he says, shaking his head while smiling at me. “The Emily Mason? The one you could never shut up about back in the day.”

“That’s her,” I confess.

“So what are you going to do about it?” he asks me.

Good old Jensen. Always straight forward and to the point.

“I bought her a drink and tried to take her home,” I admit. “But she wasn’t having any of that.”

“Aww man,” he says. “Gotta keep trying harder then.”

“Yeah, I was a dick to her.”

“Are you going to explain why?”

He’s looking straight at me, and we both know how hard that would be to do. Jensen has been through a lot, just like me. Just like his brothers Harlow and Ramsey. Just like everyone in our unit.

I shrug.

“I don’t even know if she’ll give me a chance. I actually offered her a job.”

“You did?”

He looks surprised.

“I felt bad. She got fired from the hotel.”

“No offense, but she kind of deserved to.”

I can’t help but chuckle along with him.

“She had a class that ran late,” I tell him. “She needs a job that can work around her school schedule, because she’s really into this social work program she’s building. I figured I could help her out.”

“Yeah right,” Jensen grins. “You figured you could sexually harass her at the office.”

“Ha.”

But the thought of being with Emily at work— or at home, or out here in the mountains— or anywhere at all really, makes me hard again.

“You tell her about… anything else?” Jensen asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

I know exactly what he’s talking about, but I don’t want to even go there.

“No way,” I tell him. “I highly doubt she’d understand that. That’s more of like, a third date conversation.”

“Look at Mr. No Commitment, already planning the third date,” Jensen laughs. 

“That’s really something, isn’t it? But it doesn’t matter,” I tell him. “She probably won’t even show up at the office. She thinks I’m a rich asshole.”

“You’re just going to have to prove her wrong then, right?” he asks.

I smile, impressed at his tenacity.

“I’ll sure try.”

If I even ever get to see her again, that is.