HOME FRONT42...The Play!

Maisy in Frank's arms

"I love you, Mai" Frank always called her this pet name during moments like these.

And then, he was kissing her. His arm pulling her to him while his other hand reaches behind her neck deepening the kiss. Oh bliss... she melted into him. Forgeting everything as she looses herself in the moment. He feels so strong and right wrapped around her like this.

She opens her mouth tentatively to him and she feels his response. His hot wet tongue instantly probing her depths trying to take the kiss further. She sighs happily as she wraps her own arms around his waist hugging him. She hears a soft moan from him but the kiss is too all encompassing for her to take much notice. She opens her mouth to him now seaking his tongue out with her own.
 
Nels Bronson

Nels thought he was going to kill them both.

Pulling the car down a side street with few lights, he killed the engine and leaned back with a soft moan. Sophie's lips on his hardening cock sent currents of electiricity through im. He stroked her hair, running his hands along the back of her dress. Finding the zipper he undid it with trembling fingers. He unfastened her bra, so his hands could play along her fevered skin.

He felt like he was about to exploed with the soft, insistent pull at his cock, the way her nimble tongue wound around it.

Tangling his hands in her hair, Nels drew her face to him and kissed her. He could taste the beer, the tobacco, the tang of his flesh as he probed her mouth. Her tongue danced around his in a dervish waltz of growing desire.

Pulling down her dress, Nels removed her bra as well and drew her onto his lap. He could feel the slickness of her juices through her underwear as she squirmed upon his lap. His hungry mouth found her breasts and began kissing them, suckling, lightly biting as she sighed with pleasure.
 
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OOC...Updates at the Homefront topic, please check them!

I will on this board, make periodic interuptions to move the story along with all of us more or less in the same time frame.

I'll also include war news in the form of radio newscasts or Newspaper articles that will be relevant to the tale.


It's 10pm on the evening of June 14th...
 
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Carmody

John walked out with Claire and she introduced him to Gunderson.
"Take care of her Colonel, she's one of the treasures of Harbor View."

As they shook hands the ex editor wondered what a new army colonel was doing in town so late. One who seemed too young for field grade of any kind...well the war was good for promotions.
He could have offered a ride though...could have been the decent thing to do...

Carmody had never driven a car. And was one of the mainstays of Harbor Views public transportation system. The last bus up to High Street was due in 5 minutes. He'd catch it and walk the last five blocks to Bette's house. He looked at his watch...be there by 10:45...good. Davy should be asleep by then...

Suddenly the ground began to vibrate and a deep growing roar filled the sky.
He grabbed the lamp post and looked up.
Surely not an attack!...A stab of guilt shot through him. Among his other duties it was his job to approve blackout drills and regulations. The CD
officer had wanted a drill tonight and Carmody had
put it off until tomorrow for no good reason.
Now...now...

He squinted, and sighed... they were ours. Big four engine bombers at least a dozen.
Fortresses from Lyckert Field heading to Butler
most likely.
What a relief!

The bus arrived and he jumped up flipping a token in the change counter.
He was stepping lively for an old man!
 
Pinnacle Hill

Jack moaned as he sank into the steamy depths of Antonia Moore. Her hips arched upwards to meet him, the muscles of her pussy tightening around his cock, pulling him deeper. They stayed still for a moment, revelling in the exquisite sensations that swept over their bodies at their first joining. It wouldn't last long and they knew it. Right now they just needed to fuck. Hard and fast. There would be time enough for more leisurely love making later.

Jack covered her mouth with his own as Toni raked her fingernails across his back. They began to move. Slowly at first, then faster. Desperately. Aching in their need for release, Jack pounded into her as Toni met his every thrust. Moaning, calling out his name, she cried out, "Now, Jack! God, baby... NOW!" Her body was overcome with spasms, convulsing around his throbbing cock as he exploded, filling her completely.

Toni laughed a deep, throaty chuckle as she rolled so that she would be on top. Jack was still semi-hard and she could feel him, slick with cum, against her belly as she lay atop him. Jack grinned at her, running his hands down along her spine and over the smooth round cheeks of her ass. She was like a drug and he knew he was hooked.

Toni raised herself onto her knees. Her hair fell down over her face as she took his earlobe between her lips, sucking, nibbling. Jack combed his fingers through her hair, pulling it back so that he could see her face as her lips travelled down his neck with a trail of tiny kisses. She stopped nuzzling when she reached the hollow at the base of his throat. Looking at Jack with a twinkle in her eyes, she asked "Ready for round two, Champ?" Jack growled and pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply in response.
 
They were had their arms around each other, kneeling on the rumpled blanket when the first flight of B17s flew by. They'd been so absorbed in what they'd done...were doing, that they didn't hear them until they were right overhead. The noise rose instantly to a crescendo and the earth shook beneath them.
Jack grabbed Toni around the waist and carried her back down to the ground.

"MY God, they were close!" Jacks head was between her breasts.
"Don't worry big Hero, I'll protect you."

He looked up at her and grinned,
"I bet you would. You're a Tiger!"

"If I'm a Tiger what are you?"

Jack cocked and eyebrow at her and leered,
"Baby, I EAT tigers."

"Oh yeah", Toni's heart raced a bit.
"bet you can't eat me."

"Oh yes I can." Jacks voice dropped an octave and his hands began to play on her thighs.

Toni was not inexperienced , but cunnilingus was a term in a forbidden book to most women of the 40s. Something exotic, strange, deviant but oh so fascinating. Once, the Italian had tried it with her, but he tired of it and used it quickly just to get her hot before he put it in. But she remembered, and watching Jack as he kissed her belly and the tops of her thighs working in towards her sex was making her sweat with delicious anticipation.

He loved this and he knew that most women did. It had been a long time but it was something you didn't forget. He spread Toni's legs and kneeled between them, stroking himself easily to another erection. His hand caressed the soft inside of her thighs from the knees almost to her mons. Then he began to kiss her following his soft palms.
He kissed all the way up both thighs and then began licking...

She watched, mesmerized by his actions. She could see his tongue pressing into the soft flesh above her pubic hair, then licking into it, then dipping down and touching, and touching...
"Ohhh..."

Jack could already taste their juices on her leg, he was fire hot himself now, wanting to drive himself into her again. But this was for Toni and he knew from past experience that he could have an orgasm himself by doing this. He wanted to bring Toni to a climax with his tongue. And he wanted to taste her in his mouth while she did.
 
Sophie Kelly

Straddling his exposed erection, I arch my back to make closer contact to his lips. I grind my pelvis against him, feeling the juices flow from me. These moments, in steamy cars, on back streets with the possibility of being discovered, are the ones I yearn for, live for. The names I have been referred to are painstakingly obvious, but I no longer give a damn. I desire the closeness, the sexual release, and the admiration of my sexual prowess.

My hand finds the clip holding my hair up and the fiery red strands cascade over the both of us, creating a silken curtain. Nels' breath is hot against my aching flesh as he nips the base of throat. My squeals of delight flame his burning desire needing more of me. He gently lays me back on the spacious front seat, slides my panties down my long, slender legs and his head disappears between my legs.
 
Colonel Thor

As I half bowed, politely, to the man Claire introduced, I could not get her image out of my mind. The green dress was a hue that matched her eyes, but what it did for her body was almost illegal. I must have looked like a dolt, staring at her as she left the diner - my mouth open as though I was catching flies.

I was just swinging the door of the car shut when I heard them. We were expecting a squadron of 17's tonight. The throaty roar of the big Pratt and Whitney engines permeated my very soul. I could feel the vibration deep inside my body.

I looked up, my hand on the door as they came into view. Three, no four flights of three. Fingertip Vee formation, navigation lights red and green outlining the huge beasts. They must be no higher than 1500' - My eyes watered. God, I loved those airplanes. And here I was, commanding a training wing - flying a desk more than flying airplanes.

Like a child, I gripped Claire's hand and yelled over the sound, "Look, look, look at them."
 
Claire

"Good night, Mr. Carmody. I'll see tomorrow night, then!"

As I turned to look at the Colonel, I knew instantly the dress was a hit. I tried not to smile too broadly at the look on his face. It was actually quite flattering - and set a certain tingling in my body.

I slid into the car and was expecting the door to shut, when I heard them. I looked up at the Colonel, whose eyes were glued to the sky. Curious, never having heard the sound before, I stepped back out of the car looking at Thor.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled out further onto the sidewalk.

"Look, look, look at them."

I raised my eyes to the general direction, pushing my hair from my eyes to get a better view. Yes, there they were, and quite a few of them as well. Flying fairly low, the vibration of the engines sinking into the very core of one's bodies.

I smiled at the Colonel's almost child-like enthusiasm. Glancing up, I found I had to raise my voice to be heard over the thundering engines.

"Those are 17s, aren't they? Gosh, I've never seen so many of them before! What a site to see!"

I started to giggle, and redirected my gaze to the Colonel. His eyes met mine with what seemed to be a rather strange expression.

"What? Did I say something? Or have I got my planes mixed up?"
 
Colonel Thor

"No, Claire, you have it just right. Those are B-17's; the same kind that are dropping bombs on the Nazis in Europe....and I wish I was flying them there...." With a shake of my head, I returned to the present. And a lovely present it is. I found I was still holding Claire's small hand in my paw. To cover my confusion, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed the back....with my eyes locked on hers.
 
Pinnacle Hill

Jack parted her, running his tongue between her swollen outer lips. Licking slowly until the tip of his tongue reached her clitoris, causing Toni to breathe out a soft "Ohhh..."

Her hips arched upward as she wove her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He began to flick her with his tongue, drawing circles around her swollen button. Again and again, pressing harder as Toni writhed against him, lost in the throes of passion. She cried out as he slid one finger, then two deep inside of her.

Watching Jack making love to her with his mouth drove her wild with ecstasy. Toni felt a flush spreading over her body, ripples of desire growing into waves of pleasure. "Mmmm... babe..." Her soft sighs and moans grew louder as she let herself give in to the sensations. Toni rode the crest of the wave until it crashed, and she exploded. Her body convulsing against Jack's face as he continued to lick, drinking in her nectar.

Even as the spasms slowed, Jack continued to lap at her... God it was too much. She laughed as he tickled her, pulling him up from where he nestled between her legs. "Jack... Kiss me." She needn't have asked, his lips were already on hers, probing her mouth with his tongue as she savored the salty sweetness of their lovemaking and of her own.

She was fairly purring as Jack grinned his crooked smile. "Well, Tiger? I SAID I ate tigers." Toni laughed with delight at her lover. "That you did, Champ. That you did." As he lay in her arms, she could feel him hard against her leg, slick with precum. "My turn!" Toni said with a naughty grin as she pushed him off of her.
 
Claire

For a moment his words strike a slight chill in my heart. So many men and boys leaving to fight this war. Many won't be returning. It is hard to think that some one who could be standing here in front of me right now, alive, dashing, and so entertaining, could also be lying dead on a forgotten field in Europe within a month's time.

Shaking my head internally, I bring myself back to where I am. In a sudden motion, the Colonel takes my hand and brings it to his lips. The feel of his lips on the back of my hand causes my heart to skip a beat. The look in his eyes as he does so, causes me to catch my breath.

It seems as though my hand is pressed against his lips for the longest of moments before he lowers it. He smiles at me, seemingly a little embarassed. Wanting to put him at ease, I smile up at him...

"Ah, what woman wouldn't be swept away with that, Colonel? An officer and a gentleman? An intoxicating mixture, to be sure!"

I feel my cheeks burning and am thankful that it is nighttime. I feel flustered, as I try to regain my composure.

"Well, Colonel, what did you have in mind for this evening? A nice drive? A drink somewhere? Or would you like to go somewhere and talk for a while?"
 
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It was inevitable of course that the evening had to go on. The escalation of their actions was as natural as water falling down instead of up.
Jack lay back watching the stars. The Milky Way seemed close enough to touch tonight but his hands instead were cupped around and gently squeezing Toni's breasts as she positioned herself above him. Her knees were pressed against his hips as she slowly lowered herself onto his erection . He took one hand and used it to steady himself. He wanted her to feel him hard and stiff as iron as he entered her. She gave a start when she felt him beginning to penetrate. She was moist and so was he but still she hadn't realised he was so large.
She kept her eyes on him and his never strayed from hers as she descended deeper and deeper, it seemed he was stretching her apart! Before he was fully sheathed she leaned forward and kissed him ravenously,
"My God Jack...Your so damned....so damned...."

"Am I hurting you Baby?"

"Oh no....OHNO!"
With a last firm push against him Toni felt herself driven flush with the base of his cock which was now pulsing hot and strong within her body.
The wind blew her hair against the stars and made her nipples taught and hard. Jack had never seen any one more beautiful. She rose slowly along him, both of them delighting in the delicious tingling of their intimate contact. She paused at the top, grinning at him.

"Maybe we've gone far enough huh?...Getting late. Don't you have a boat to build tomorrow?."

Jack laughed,
"You minx!" he said , and grabbing her hips in his strong hands pulled her down his full length as he arched himself up into her.

"No way...we stop now."
And they didn't...
 
Lt. Nels Bronson

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Straddling his exposed erection, I arch my back to make closer contact to his lips. I grind my pelvis against him, feeling the juices flow from me. These moments, in steamy cars, on back streets with the possibility of being discovered, are the ones I yearn for, live for. The names I have been referred to are painstakingly obvious, but I no longer give a damn. I desire the closeness, the sexual release, and the admiration of my sexual prowess.

My hand finds the clip holding my hair up and the fiery red strands cascade over the both of us, creating a silken curtain. Nels' breath is hot against my aching flesh as he nips the base of throat. My squeals of delight flame his burning desire needing more of me. He gently lays me back on the spacious front seat, slides my panties down my long, slender legs and his head disappears between my legs.

IC: Nels grunts softly at the feel of Sophie sliding her moist panties along his erection. His hands reach back to cup her ripe, full buttocks in his hands as they grind together. Her perfume is maddening in the close confines of the car, and he finds himself thirsty for the taste of her.

Moving her as carefully as possible to sprawl across the front seat, Nels gives her a grin as he slides her panties down and off her long, well formed legs. He moves one of her legs over the back of the seat.

Most of the guys back at the USCG base, Nels knows, dislike the idea of even smelling pussy. But Nels isn't like them. He has always found the scent of a woman, her flavor very stimulating. He strokes slowly with his thumbs along the length of her clitoris, feeling it quiver beneath his touch. Nels lowers his head, slowly, teasingly. His lips barely brush the swollen fruit of Sophie's desire yet it is enough to cause her to grasp his head in her hands, draw him closer.

Nels tongue flickers out, with the barest of touches upon Sophie's clit. Again and again his tongue flickers as his mouth grows closer. His lips now are upon her and as if sipping through a straw, he draws her clit into his lips. He rolls her clip between his lips as his tongue probes at either side of the base of her clitoris.

Sophie moans and writhes as Nels continues to suck and lick at her. spreading her outer lips with the fingers of one hand, Nels strokes her with his tongue while fingers from his other hand tease apart her inner lips. His fingers move slowly, very slowly, opening her, gliding into her, first one finger, then another, filling her aching twat. He strokes with fingers on the inside and tongue on the outsdie, driving deeper as the rhythm picks up and he begins sucking again on her clit, exposing the hard bulb beneath its hood. Sophie squirms to move the places she wants his attention and Nels, like a good soldier follows until Sophie lets out a gasp and arches her back, bucking her pussy closer to Nels face with a cry of pleasure.
 
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Carter Moorehouse Sims IV

Sims accepted the ride and gave the driver directions to the boarding house. He easily deflected the questions about his background and his purpose in town with the cover story supplied by the OSS.

At the boarding house, the driver helped Sims unload his bags and trunk, Sims pretending to find them heavier than they were. The woman who ran the boarding house showed him to his room, giving him a detailed schedule of when meals would be served. He smiled genially at her gruffness.

In his room, having bid the driver and his new landlady goodnight, Sims proceeded to unpack his belongings. Shaving kit went near the old wash basin with its pitcher. Clothes, he hung in the closets. It was the other items that gave him pause to consider where to put them.

Carefully, he unpacked the trunk of books onto his bed. From a metal box fastened to the bottom of the trunk, Sims removed a wire recorder far smaller than the ones commercially available. packed around it were the components of a new device for listening in on telephone conversations and those for planting in rooms, what the R & D boys were already calling "bugs". Another device, somewhat larger than the wire recorder, he set out, along with its headphones. With it, he could eavesdrop by radio signal on any telephone he set up with the "bugs" or record conversations as well.

Sims checked the devices, then replaced them in the metal box, carefully piling the books around them.

Other items of his trade he removed from pockets in his bags, leaving for last the slender automatic pistol. It was far less bulky than the Army .45's and carried less punch, yet it had the advantage of easy concealment and...he pursed his lips as he fitted the perforated tube to it, it could be very, very quiet.

Sims dry fired the automatic twice, then removed the tube and loaded a clip into the pistol. He fastened it into its holster and slid it beneath the pillow on the narrow bed. He lit a cigarette and lay back on the bed, hands behind his head. The shadowy ceiling gave him a place to focus while he reviewed his orders in his head. And the images memorized from pictures of those he had been told to keep a particular watch upon.
 
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Frank Jnr

Frank moans deep within her mouth as he feels Maisy push herself against him, hugging his body to hers. He then feels her mouth opening further as the tip of her tongue touches his. Opening his mouth ever wider, he responds and like two snakes, their tongues start to play, wrapping around each other in the wet confines of their mouths.

Frank feels his passion rising and with it his erection. Unable to hide it from such an embrace, he instead move the arm which is holding her to him and firmly grabs one of her bum cheeks, pushing her lower half of her body against his. This time it is Maisy's turn to groan as he thrusts his groin against hers, letting her feel how hard and big he is for her.
 
Colonel Thor

.......with a hand on Claire's elbow, the words chase each other from my mouth. "Number one and number three I think." Laughing at her bemused expression, I explain, "A drive and some talk would be wonderful. Where shall we drive to?"
 
Pinnacle Hill

Their eyes held as he pulled her down, impaling her on his engorged cock. A slight gasp escaped her lips and her eyes widened in delight and surprise. And lust. She grinned naughtily at Jack in a way that was so completely 'Toni' and one of the reasons he was so wild about her.

Her pussy wrapped around him like a velvet glove, tightly caressing... massaging... holding him deep within her innermost recesses. Jack's fingers played over her erect nipples, the aureolae puckered around them as Toni leaned forward, offering them to his lips, if only briefly. As she straightened, Jack's hands slid down to her hips, guiding her up and down the length of him.

Toni was vocal. She enjoyed making love with Jack and let him know it. He, in turn, loved hearing her soft sighs and moans. The way she called out his name made him want to please her all the more. Antonia Moore was a drug and he was hooked. Bad. But so was she. She wanted him. Everywhere. Every way. She wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him, smell him...

"Jack... You feel sooo good..." He watched his glistening cock disappear into her over and over. The liqueur of of their passion seeped out with every movement, spreading sleek and hot between them. He was lost in a whirlwind of sensation when she suddenly pulled herself off of him. Jack looked at her with puzzlement in his eyes. Not for long, though...

The questioning look slowly turned to one of delight as Toni began to kiss him, moving slowly down his body. Licking here. Nibbling there. Her hands wandering over his chest as she moved lower and lower. He couldn't take his eyes from her and she kept watching him as she journeyed toward the object of her desire.

Lower still, she kissed and nibbled at the curly patch of hair at the base of his throbbing rod. Her hair brushing lightly over it, sending shivers up his spine. Lower again, he felt himself bob up to meet her, but no... Not yet. Her hands were lightly cupping his balls as she licked and nibbled everywhere except where he wanted her mouth to be. "God, Toni... You're making me crazy here..." Her only answer was a smile and a quiet, "Shhh, Love..."

His hips arched up toward her as he felt the slightest flicker on the head of his cock. He groaned as it continued. Toni slipped her tongue into the tiny orifice at the tip, searching for drops of his salty sweetness. She could taste both of them there, and she moaned loudly as her tongue traced circles around the smooth skin.

She nibbled her way down the underside of him, along the bulging vein that told her it would not be long before he came. She could feel him bobbing against her lips as her mouth and tongue traced a path up the other side.

Jack watched as Toni's tongue flicked against him, finally circling the glans as she began to lick. Slowly and luxuriously... as though she were lapping at an ice cream cone. Tracing lazy patterns along his tumid erection. She was massaging his perineum her other hand cradled his sac. He didn't know how much longer he could hold back.

Toni peeked at him through the hair that had fallen down over her face. He was watching her every move and that excited her. She wanted to please him. Needed to. Jack was moaning softly as her lips parted and she slid her mouth down over him. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as she engulfed him. Her tongue swirled around his cock as her lips held him tightly in her hot, moist mouth.

She moved slowly until Jack began to push into her mouth more insistently. In and out of her sweet lips as she sucked and licked at him, taking him fully, ravenously. It was too good. He needed to cum. Hard. Jack's fingers wove love knots in her hair as she began to move faster. His hips arching toward her, she felt him hesitate for just a moment in time before he exploded, pumping his hot, steamy cum in spurts into her hungry mouth.

Jack lay back on the blanket, arms splayed, chest heaving as Toni licked away stray droplets of his seed that she had missed. She snaked her way up his body and lowered her mouth to his, sharing the taste of their deepest intimacies.
 
Claire

I giggle a little at the play on words, as I hook my arm in the Colonels' elbow.

"Well, there is always Pinnacle Point - but it does get a bit crowded there, if you get my drift. There's a nice little grassy area, around Jay's brook, right off of High Street that is nice. If you have a blanket with you, it would be nice to sit by the brook and talk. It's quiet, and I've always liked it there. Used to go there as a kid, sometimes."

"Well, Claire," Thor said, "I just happen to have a blanket in the trunk. Let's go, shall we?"

As we drove along, I gave the Colonel directions along High Street, and instructed him to turn off onto a dirt road that only the natives knew was there. Driving in about a half mile, there was a clearing, lit by the moon and stars. The Colonel opened the trunk and got out the blanket, and we spread it on the cool grass that overlooked the brook. Although the brook was in darkness, the sound of it tumbling over the rocks could plainly be heard.

Sitting next to the Colonel on the blanket, I drew my feet up under me, and found I was suddenly a little shy, in the presence of such a good looking man, alone out here, and I smiled a bit to myself.

I felt movement next to me, and noticed the Colonel lie down beside me, arms behind is head, smile on his face, looking up at the stars. My gaze followed his, and together we managed to pick out quite a few constellations.

"They are magnificent, aren't they?" I asked. "So far away, and yet they seem so near to us out here."
 
Maisy

Maisy moaned as she felt Frank's strong arms pulling her closer. The hard throbbing evidence of his desire impossible to ignore. She was feeling the first tinges of panic. His desire frightened her... but she found it so exciting at the same time. She loved that he found her attractive... she found him desirable too. But she was a virgin. The word sounded frightfully naive in her own mind but her lack of experience made her feel woefully inadequate. She didn't know what to do. She was losing herself in his kiss... the feel of his hands on her body. She wanted to melt into him to become part of him.

This kiss was becoming something more. Urgency. She felt him. His tongue demanding more of her. She whimpered slightly with the fear of the sudden passion she felt from him. Confusion. Afraid to push him away... afraid to keep him close. Above all her love for him, and her inability to tell him of that horrible moment she'd experienced at his father's funeral. That thought made her freeze. Maybe she was frigid? Oh God, please no. She felt his strong arms around her, his hands squeezing her ass. The same arms that made her feel so safe now seemed threatening somehow.

Then she recalled how distant he had seemed earlier and her heart rejoiced that he now wanted her. She tried to relax, to enjoy it... but she wasn't sure she was ready to give him all that he wanted from her. His demanding mouth cut off her whimper and she again found herself responding, desperately she tried to force her fears from her mind.
 
Bette Moore

Bette was settled down in the living room reading the newspaper when she heard the roar of planes overhead. She felt a momentary jolt of panic. Irrationally, the first thing that flashed through her mind was the U-boat incident – were the Germans retaliating for that by starting a bombing raid? She tossed the newspaper aside and jumped up, ready to run upstairs and grab Davy. No way would she let those bastards hurt her boy!

The engine noise swelled. Bette stood, tense. Waiting. The roar grew louder, louder…and then began to fade. In a few seconds it was a low growl in the distance. Bette took a deep breath, sighed and slumped onto the sofa again. Ours, she thought. Some sort of training maneuver.

There were footsteps on the stairs. Davy bounced into the living room. “Did you hear that, Ma? Those were B-17s! I tried to get a look at ‘em from my window, but they went by too fast.”

“Oh, yes, I heard them all right. They almost shook the house down.” Bette chuckled, relieved and a little embarrassed about her panicky thoughts. Too much excitement and too little sleep.

“Yeah.” Suddenly Davy yawned. He clapped a hand over his mouth and looked at her, a little guiltily. “Sorry.”

“That’s all right, dear. Why don’t you go on to bed? You’ve had a long couple of days.”

“Yeah, I think I will go to bed. I am kinda tired.” He came over to the sofa, bent down and pecked her forehead. “Goodnight, Ma.”

Bette kissed his cheek in return. “Goodnight, honey. Sweet dreams.”

As Davy bounded up the stairs, her eyes drifted to the clock on the mantel. It was just a little after ten. John should be here soon. The thought made a funny warm feeling start in her tummy. It had been a while since a man had made her feel that way.

She picked up her newspaper and tried to concentrate on it, but every few minutes her eyes would dart to the clock. The hands seemed to move reluctantly. Once or twice she could have sworn that the clock had stopped altogether. This was so silly – she was acting like a teenager again – and yet she couldn’t help it.

She was about to get up and pour herself a glass of water when she heard a faint tap at the front door. Her heart smacked at the walls of her chest, but she forced herself to walk calmly to the door and open it. “Well, good evening, John,” she said with a smile. “Come on in.”
 
Frank Jnr

His arousal continues to grow as his mouth moves in motion with hers, his tongue extended as far as possible inside her mouth. In his passion, he can feel her body tight against his.

She feels so good!

He wants her so badily.

He brings a hand up and starts to slide it between their bodies, up towards her breasts.
 
Maisy

In the back of her mind somewhere it registered. The two of them were standing out on a street... and his hand... moving up.

She sighed into the kiss as she felt him reach for her... his warm hand cupping her breast through the thin material of her summer top and bra beneath. She could feel her whole body responding to him. Her kisses in return became more fervent as her own hands slide up his back and feel the back of his neck before reaching his hair, not yet cut into the military style. Her fingers sank into it as she pulled him down to deepen the kiss.

Their lips parted momentarily... "Oh Frank..." she sighed before he captured her mouth again. She responded again, until the lights from the passing late buss swung around the corner bathing them temporarily in light. Startled Maisy drew away from Frank and blinked to readjust to the darkness.

She blushed at the look of passion she saw in his eyes, biting her lower lip uncertainly. The sight of it only causing him to groan again. Her lips were full and dark from their kissing. He pulled her close again and she lowered her head snuggling against his chest. She could clearly hear the eratic sound of his heart beat. Was he mad at her for stopping just now? Should she try and kiss him again? Recapture the moment somehow? Was it the right time?

"Frank?" She wasn't sure what her question was... she just wanted to tell him she loved him...

Her arms wrapped around his waist... she clung to him as if afraid he'd disappear in thin air if she didn't. She looked up into his face but she couldn't read what he was thinking. Her hands start to move again. One hand dropping to touch his thigh. She presses against the muscle she feels there and lets her hand slide up and around to the swell of his ass. She swallows, her mouth suddenly dry. He's a man... a man about to go to war... and she loved him... and she was so afraid of losing him.
 
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The car glided silently up to the old frame house.
"So that's where Claire's Grandad lives."
Toni leaned down and looked.
"Yeah," Jack stubbed a cigarette out in the ash tray. "And me, and for a while anyway, Claire too."

Toni put an arm around him and whispered in his ear, "Where's your room Big Boy?"

"Sweetheart it's right up there on the right. If you play your cards right, I may invite you up to see my etchings."
Toni started fumbling around in her purse.

"Oh hey that's Okay. You can pay me later."
Jack grinned.

Toni looked at him, "I was actually trying to find a deck of cards buster but if that's your attitude then we can play another night."

He hugged her and kissed her and opened the car door.
"Baby you see that light."

Toni looked and sure enough there was a light on in the living room.
"That's old man Fouree, he's waiting up for me. I've become his nightly checker partner no matter what the time is."

She looked at her watch.
"Oh Jack it's almost One!...They'll wonder what..."

"Yeah I'll bet they will."
He leaned through the open window.
"Give me a kiss Toni."

She reached out and drew him to her in a final passionate kiss that didn't want to stop.

As Jack walked up the driveway thinking of having to get up in five hours he noticed that Claires
ragged little coupe was not in the driveway.
 
Carmody

They had known each other for a very long time.
he was 15 years her senior but back when she was crowned Miss Hull County of 1915 and John had been one of the judges they'd had a bit of a fling. Shortly afterwards Bette had realized that Carmody was not the marrying kind and she'd become engaged to Frank Moore. She'd never told her husband of the affair and they'd always maintained a cordial but distant relationship to the Free Press' editor.

When he opened the door it was as if a comforting whiff of the past walked in with him.
He recieved a warm hug and a sweet kiss on the cheek which he returned. She took his hat and hung it up.

"I thought you might not make it." she said disappearing into the kitchen.

"Nope, bus took forever, new girl drivin' it.
Don't know what happned to Deeter. Sure is to old t'get drafted."
He settled back with a sigh into the soft cushions of the couch.

Bette emerged with two goblets half full of amber liquor and handed him one. She was still a very beautiful woman, he thought. Dammit all, but she was!
She settled down beside him.

"Mrs Moore, you do know what I like."
They clinked glasses and sipped the warm brandy.

"Bette," He looked into her eyes,
"You know what this whole damned town is saying about us?"
 
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