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[Ticklish Girl]

Bette

The second John kissed her, the world melted away for Bette. The U-boat incident, Frankie and Maisy, the town gossip, even Carmody calling her a fool – all of that ceased to matter. His lips on hers, his arms around her – these were the only important things in the world. More than a quarter of a century had passed since they had last touched each other, but from the way they embraced now it might have been no time at all.

His hands wandered over her body, hesitant at first, then slowly gaining confidence. She gasped as he gently cupped her breast through her dress. The palm of his hand lightly glided back and forth over her stiffening nipple. “Oh, John, that feels lovely,” she whispered. Her eyes half-closed as she felt a tingling start between her thighs.

He gave her a sly smile. “I remember you always liked it when I did that.” Her answer was a soft moan that was quickly stifled by his kiss. His tongue touched her lips and they parted willingly to let it enter. The moment his tongue touched hers she stiffened and held him even tighter. They sat like that for a long time, tongues dueling lightly, teasing each other. His hands continued to explore her curves until the tingling between her legs turned into a steady pulse. It had been far too long since she had last felt any stirring in that area. And what a thrill it was to know that the man who had been her first great love was the man arousing this desire in her now.

Finally John broke the kiss. They looked at each other, panting and grinning. “You’re still quite the kisser,” he said.

“Why thank you, sir,” she replied. “You do know how to make a lady feel good.”

Her hand came down on his knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her fingers stole up his leg to his thigh, and then went even higher until they encountered an interesting bulge. She traced the bulge, then gave it a gentle squeeze. He caught his breath and a slight flush came to his cheeks. Then he chuckled.

“Oh, I know a few ways to make a lady feel good,” he said, winking. His hand caressed her cheek and then he leaned in to kiss her again.

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

I gasp slightly as I feel his hardness enter me. I sense his urgency, and yet he remains gentle, going slowly, making the moment last. His mouth covers mine in a firm but gentle kiss, searching, hungry.

My own body betrays its loneliness as I wrap my arms about his neck and pull him closer to me. My lips answser with a hunger of their own, a desire I didn't know existed.

He attempts to enter me slowly, and I wait. But again my body grows impatient as I lift my hips to meet his. Pulling away from me, his eyes meet mine, searching.

"Oh, Thor, it's been so long, too long. Tonight I need a man, a man who can satisfy the deepest hunger in my soul. Be that man, Thor. Fill me so that my hunger is satisfied."

His amost seem to glow with desire as once again he lowers his lips to mine. I feel him raise his hips above me, and with quick motion bury his hardness deep within me. We both cry out against our lips, our tongues seeking and finding each other.

As he begins to stroke my sex, my body responds, meeting each thrust, my moans raised to the skies. I wrap my legs about his waist, drawing him nearer to me as his thrusts increase. His lips are on my neck, kissing, nibbling, drawing shivers down my spine. From the depths of my body, I feel my orgasm begin to build, as my body moves beneath Thor. Unable to hold it back, I welcome it, beckoning it towards me, encouraging Thor as I feel his body beneath my hands.

Suddenly, my body tenses, and then the onslaught of pleasure washes over me as I cling to Thor, my body shaking, my pussy convulsing on his cock, wanting to hold him inside of me forever.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

"Mai, I don't want to butt into your life but is it a really good idea for you to go to the dance with Frank tomorrow night?" Deak asks.

Maisy's laugh falters and she looks up at him in surprise.

"W... what do you mean? Why.... why shouldn't I go to the dance with him Deak?" She asks innocently, wondering what on earth Deak could be thinking. She realised that Frank didn't really like Deak that much, but she had hoped that with Deak being so friendly towards him earlier that evening that they had sorted things out between them.

"Deak? Did... did Frankie say something to you?" She asked, real concern in her eyes as she searched his face for some sign of what he was trying to say to her.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Oh, Thor, it's been so long, too long. Tonight I need a man, a man who can satisfy the deepest hunger in my soul. Be that man, Thor. Fill me so that my hunger is satisfied."

The last vestiges of control shredded into a thousand pieces. I slammed my hips, almost brutally, against her. She raised her hips and met every thrust; her need as great as mine. When she wrapped her legs around me my cock was buried - to the hilt - in her warm, enveloping wetness. Claire's heels dug into my back. I arched - thrusting harder and faster - our bodies joined and moving in the perfect unison of long time lovers. It was if we had known each other in a previous time.

Moans came from deep inside Claire; no words. I plunged in and out and then I felt shudders rippling through her body. At that moment I felt her pussy clench on my cock. The pressure on the tip was too much to control. With a scream that might have been heard at the base, I erupted inside her. I could feel my balls contracting - pumping - as I continued to stroke in and out.

As I came down from whatever mountain I had climbed, I opened my eyes and looked straight into hers. Electricity - and other emotions - jumped back and forth. I bent my head and found her soft lips - losing myself in her again.................

 

[Yoc]

Deak

Good! She's buying it!

He looks into Maisy's eyes with a look of sincerity.

"No - not exactly." he pauses. "No! I shouldn't say anything. I could be way off line."

Deak goes to leave and then stops, as if deep in thought.

All this time, Maisy is looking at him apprehensively.

"Look, Mai, its obvious the kid is crazy about you."

He sees Maisy's face light up.

"I just wonder though if it's a good idea for someone his age to go off to war head-over-heels in love. It's going to be dangerous enough for him as it is..." Deak suddenly stops as he watches her face drop.

"I'm sorry, Mai. I shouldn't have said that. It just that I worry about you and if anything should happen to Frank..."

Deak curses himself.

"Look, I-I better go before I say anything else."

Deak quickly kisses Maisy goodnight and leaves the room.

Outside in the hall, Deak's face breaks out in a dark grin as walks back to his room.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

All thoughts of what to wear are suddenly dashed from Maisy's mind. The half glass of milk resting unoticed in her hands.

She wasn't stupid, she new how dangerous the war was, how easy it was for the men to get hurt and killed. It was just, hearing someone come out and say it to her like that, about the man she loved.

She shuddered and put the glass down on her beside table. Frank could get hurt. She thought about what Deak had said. Was it possible that loving her could distract him out there? Could she be the cause for him getting hurt or killed? She shook her head trying to drive that image away. It was silly, plenty of girls were waiting back home for their men to come back to them, she'd been there to read some of the letters that had come home to them, telling friends and family how thoughts of them kept them going in the harsh situations they found themselves in. It was something else that crept into her mind now.

The distance she felt Frank was trying to make between them. Not always, but when he'd made the decision to join he hadn't told her until several weeks afterwards. That had hurt, that he hadn't felt comfortable enough to tell her. Maybe he thought she wouldn't understand... maybe she didn't.

She sighed, lying back down on the bed. She couldn't get all melancholy now, she had the whole day with Frank tomorrow and she wanted to enjoy it.

She tried to close her eyes and sleep but her mind was constantly filled with doubts and thoughts that wouldn't go away. It was nearly 3am by the time she finally drifted off into a restless sleep.

 

[ariosto]

What had amazed Carmody was the complete familiarity he had felt when he slipped back into Bette's life after two decades.
The house was of course her house and still full of Franks things, her late husbands presence was everywhere to be seen and felt. Yet somehow it had become his. When he thought of home now, it was as much this place as his own rambling empty house a few blocks away.

He caressed her again and felt her pushing against his palms. The last time they had gone 'all the way' was at a small Summer Cottage her parents had owned in Newport. The next day he had told her he was going to Europe as a War correspondent and wasn't sure when he'd be back. There were some tears and then a hardening of her jaw as if she knew the war was only an excuse. John Carmody was not a man to stake your future on. By Christmas he knew that she was engaged to Frank Moore.

Tonight was possibly the tenth time he'd come to her home and each time they had become more intimate. She was a hot blooded and passionate woman. Thank God some things never changed. He had been such a man once and was now finding out as her hand stroked his hardness that he could be again.

His fingers opened the buttons on her blouse and he buried his face in the deeply shadowed valley of her breasts.

"John," He heard her say.
"We can go to my bedroom if you want. There's a lock on the door. No one will bother us at all."

The clock on the wall softly chimed.
It was one AM.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Toni Moore

Toni watched Jack walk down the driveway and into Old Man Fouree's house before driving away. It was late and she had lots of things to do tomorrow, including calling Jay Huston to confirm their deal for his combo to play at the USO dance.

Parking the car out front, Toni let herself into the house quietly, holding the screen door so that it didn't slam behind her. Dropping her keys on the phone table by the stairs, Toni ran up the stairs to her room where she slipped out of her dress for the second time that evening.

Grabbing her robe, Toni headed down the hall to run a bath. She added bubbles as the tub filled, stepping into the steamy water and sinking down slowly with a deep contented sigh.

As she ran the soapy washcloth over her body, her thoughts returned to Pinnacle Hill and the feel of Jack's large strong hands running over her breasts, her belly... lower. Her own taking the place of his, Toni's hand slid down over her belly. Her fingers slipping into her silky depths, sliding deliciously over her engorged clit...

"Come on, Toni! You gonna stay in there all night? I gotta pee for Pete's sake!" It was her brother David knocking on the door. Sighing, Toni hollered out, "Yeah, yeah. Be right out, brat. Give me a sec will ya?" Brothers should be outlawed, she thought to herself with a chuckle.

Rinsing off quickly, Toni stepped out of the tub. She wrapped one towel around her hair and another around her body. Opening the door, she ruffled her brother's hair as she went past him. "You get right back to bed soon as you're done. Okay, Davy Jones? Maybe we can go for an ice cream tomorrow if you'll meet me over at the office. Night, brat."

Toni went back to her room, dried off and slipped a shorty nightgown on and climbed into bed. Picking up the book she was reading from the nightstand, she opened it but didn't get past the first paragraph before she had fallen fast asleep. Her last thoughts of Jack Becker...

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

As my orgasm ebbs from my body, I become aware that he has also lost control, filling my sex with his sweet white cream. Holding him tight and close, feeling his body expend, my heart soars with emotion and feeling.

As we both lay there, breathing heavy, we look into each other's eyes. I feel drawn to this man, something ancient and primeveal reaching out and wrapping itself around my heart and mind. His passion amazes me, and I know that I must experience this again.

As his lips meet mine, I wrap my arms more tightly around his neck, pulling him to me, allowing him to explore my mouth and body and doing the same to him.

We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity - wonderful and exquisite. Slowly I pulled away from him, running my fingers through his hair and tracing his face with my fingers.

"Colonel...Thor, that was incredible, beautiful."

I kissed him again for empahsis, his lips returning the gesture.

Sighing, I look up at him. "I would love to fall asleep out here in the woods with you and wake up tomorrow moring to more of the same. But I'm afraid if I don't get home fairly soon my grandfather will begin to worry."

As we move to get up and rearrange clothing, I look at him, and with hesitation I speak.

"I know you must be really busy and all, but there is a USO dance tomorrow night. I volunteer there, so I guess you know where I will be. Anyway, unless you have something else you must do, I hope to see you there?"

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

The night is hot. Frank lays on the top of his bed, his mind on what Deak had told him earlier.

"I know you like Mai but is it really fair to lead her up the garden path? Getting her attached to you and then going off to war? Where you could possibly be killed? It would break her heart. Is that what you want? To break Maisy's heart?"

Is he being selfish? Expecting her to be his girl even though he will be leaving soon?

Is that why he didn't tell her when he first joined up? No. He hadn't told anyone at first. He was too scared of how people would react. And his was right about Mom.

Mai, God bless her, was like a brick. Even though he could see that it hurt her, she never said anything, never told him off. That's what he likes about her, she's not bossy like other girls he knows.

He smiles.

He thinks about their walk home. He really enjoyed it. He had felt so close to Mai. It was a nice feeling. It IS a nice feeling. Not only that but she responded to him better during that kiss than ever before.

He wonders if he could have carried things further?

No! He is glad that he stopped when he did. He doesn't want her to think that he is only going out with her for one thing. That's not true. Doesn't mean he doesn't want that as well though.

But is it fair to carry on going out with her?

He sighs as he lifts his arms over his head. Perhaps he should do the 'decent' thing and break it off with her, to make the ultimate sacrifice.

Perhaps he should....and he drifts off to sleep before he can finish that thought.

 

[Yoc]

Deak

Deak lays back in his bed.

He is quite pleased on what he did today with Frank and Maisy, hopefully sowing seeds of doubt about their relationship. Hopefully causing them to break up.

He doesn't want Maisy to go out with that dweeb. He doesn't want her to go out with anyone.

He wants her for himself and him alone. Maybe when he has finished with her, used her, can someone else then have her.

Visions on what he would like to do to her sexually invade his mind, his hand diving into his pyjamas...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Claire, that was the most incredible experience of my life." I stopped, fumbling for words. Imagine, me, the urbane, self-confident commander of men, at a loss for words.

"Claire.........Claire, I would fight a thousand devils with my bare hands, I would crawl across a bed of burning coals, I would walk barefoot across the arctic tundra - just to be with you." I thought, 'My god, Thor, you are babbling like a teenager. She is half your age.'

Still, as I talked to myself, I knew that I had to see her again. I had some experience with sex, but this, this was beyond anything I had ever encountered before. It was more than a casual encounter in a war-torn world. It was almost.........

"Claire, I will be there tomorrow - with bells on. But, are you sure you want to see me? Tongues wag in small towns, and I want to cause you no trouble." As spoke, a wave of emotion washed over me. I hugged her close and stroked her soft hair; savoring every second with this unbelievable woman.

 

[ariosto]

Carmody watched her undressing in the shadowed moonlight filtering in through the elm trees outside the window. It was open and a cool night breeze had set in.
Bette was still a very beautiful woman. What little weight she'd put on during her married years had disapeared in recent months. He'd seen her several times at the Fair Harbor Country Club playing tennis with Evelyn Fisher and Bryce O'Donell, they'd all grown up together, gone to school and gotten married and lived their lives right here. It was comforting to watch them, the prettiest girls of the twenties, still here in town and looking good. John had quietly toasted them from the big verandah of the Club.

She was wonderfully curved with a large full bosom that gravity had not yet laid claim to. She came to him and sat down on the bed. Their thighs touched and so did their lips. John raised her breasts in his big hands and caressed them. He kissed each in turn and watched smiling as she responded to his attentions.

"They stand like little soldiers Bette."
She took him in her hands.
"And you stand like one big soldier John Carmody."

Her hand moved with an expertice that he found surprising. He squeezed her lush breasts in his hands
and suckled her like a child...

When the clock chimed two, he lay between her legs stroking deeply and close to climax. Her hands were twined into his hair and they rocked together in the inevitable rhythym and fevered passion of new found lovers.
Neither of them heard Toni come in through the back porch and tip toe upstairs. Nor did they hear Frank when he made his way into the house.

Everyone in the Moore home it seemed that night was being or had been quite naughty.

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

I laughed slightly at his words as we both srambled to put on clothing and adjust it. Yet, I had to admit to myself that I also felt giddy and light-headed. The only other man I had ever been with was Jeremy - and what I had felt with Thor was so much different, better I hated to admit. I started to feel a little guilty, until he took me into his arms. All doubt vanished..

And then he mentioned the gossips that exist in any small town. Yes, people knew and respected Jeremy in Fair Harbor, and any indiscretion on my behalf would surely make it's way to him.

Yet my heart thrilled that this man would be at the dance tomorrow night, that maybe, just maybe, I could feel his arms around me just once more.

As he stroked my hair and held me close, I whispered into his ear.

"Well, I AM a USO hostess, you know. It would be in terrible taste for me NOT to dance with our men in service. But, I do have to be honest - we must be discrete, if for no other reason than the town gossips. Sometimes I wish I could live in a big city where it doesn't matter. But then, I love this place too much."

Before leaving, our arms wrapped around each other as our lips spoke words only our hearts could hear.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Bette

Bette was delighted to discover that John had lost none of his instincts. He still knew just how to make her crazy. His kisses took her breath away, and his caresses made her tremble. He knew when to go slow, teasing her senses, and he knew when to speed up, taking her to the brink of ecstasy. She matched his rhythm easily, joyfully. Her body quivered beneath him with every stroke, and she whispered his name again and again, as if she could hardly believe that he was there, with her. If she closed her eyes she could imagine that they were back in the summer cottage again, enjoying one of those seemingly endless nights of passion. The memories of those nights had stayed with her all these years, even after she had become a “respectable” married woman. He had taught her the ways of passion, and now she was putting those lessons to good use.

They moved together, picking up speed, racing closer to the edge. It was approaching too fast, but they were both powerless to stop it. This was something they had wanted for a long time, and their desires would not be denied. Bette closed her eyes, surrendering herself completely to the sensations that overwhelmed her. Shudders raced through her body as she climaxed, and the contractions of her velvety walls around him stimulated John’s own crisis. Their bodies rocked as the pleasure tore through them. She moaned softly and he covered her mouth with his own, smothering the sound with a deep soul kiss.

Eventually the tremors died away and they lay together, sides heaving as they came back to earth. John eased himself off her, then took her in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. “Just like the old days,” he murmured. “God, Bette, I’ve wanted you.”

She stroked his chest. “I’ve wanted you too. You don’t know how much, John.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I think I have some idea.”

No, you don’t, she wanted to tell him. Ever since John had started to pay her courtesy calls after Frank’s death, she had longed for him to hold her, touch her kiss her. Part of her longing came from simple loneliness and erotic need, but those weren’t the only reasons. No, she wanted him because even after two decades she had never stopped loving him, had never stopped wishing that they could be together. And now here he was, making sweet love to her. It was like the answer to a prayer, and that was why she couldn’t care less about the town gossip, or her reputation, or even the question of what the future might hold for them. Nothing else mattered, except being here with her first love.

She wanted to tell him all of these things, but held her peace. Saying such things might ruin the mood, and right now she just wanted to savor this moment.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Nels Bronson

IC: Nels grins at Sophie and reaches down to part her lips with one hand. He eases the head of his cock into her, then reaches up to hold her face in his hands as he makes one, long, slow, smooth plunge into her hot, moist twat.

Sophie is tight and squirms a bit at the size of his cock, but her own eagerness draws him in. Nels feels her fingers gripping his shoulders, her nails biting through the fabric of his shirt. She moans, softly, as he fills her with his thick, long prick. Her hips rise up to meet him.

Nels lowers his mouth to Sophie's as they begin this horizontal dance. She sucks his tongue into her mouth as he draws out, only to once more plunge into her. Together, they move, rocking the car. Nels feels his cock growing harder, throbbing with pent up passion. Sophie's thighs move around him, winding, holding him closer. They move ruthlessly against one another as both seek to uleash the fever that possesses them.

Sophie cries out, once, then sinks her teeth into Nels shoulder as she arches against him. He feels the rippling caress of her inner muscles as the skin of his cock seems about burst, then he explodes into her with a great gush. Spout after spout of liquid heat fills Sopie, splashing back, their mingled juices dripping out of her and down Nels balls.

After a while, when both their tremors subside, Nels slowly withdraws and sits up. Sophie still lays there on the seat. looking at him with smoldering eyes.

Nels takes two cigarettes and puts them in his mouth. He lights them and passes one to Sophie. The smoke is like a ghost in the car as they both try to catch enough breath to speak. Nels caresses her thighs.

"By the by," he says at last, "My name's Nels."

 

[ariosto]

June, 15th...pre-dawn

An hour before dawn the newspaper boys including Davy Moore pick up their stacks of papers and bundle them onto their bicycles.

The headlines read...ROMMEL CONTINUES ADVANCE...Tobruk Endangered!
Another page one story has to do with the Governments new restrictions on gasoline usage, ONE GALLON A WEEK LIKELY, yet another...USS QUINCY ARRIVES IN FAIR HARBOR TODAY, and another, this one on page 2...USO SERVICE DANCE AT THE PAVILLION PROMISES TO BE THE BIGGEST ONE YET!
and on page three, this item which will have great consequences for Claire Fouree...
NAVY ADMITS LOSS OF A CARRIER IN RECENT BATTLE WITH THE JAPS AT MIDWAY,Casualty figures to be released later this week.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

Maisy woke up with a start.

It had been a horrible dream that roused her and she felt the film of sweat even now cooling on her skin making her shiver. She felt severely sleep deprived as she looked out her window watching the sky lighten slowly as an introduction to dawn.

She blinked trying to push aside the images that even now lingered from her nightmare. She sat up and rubbed her eyes reaching over to her beside table for the diary she kept there. Her hand met the half empty glass of milk and it almost toppled over before she managed to realise what it was. She held it in her hands now thoughtfully, recalling last night and what Deak had been implying. She suddenly wondered if Deak had been trying to worry her, but quickly pushed that thought aside. Deak was the best big brother a girl could hope for, and she'd spent her whole life wishing for a big brother.

She yawned, realising she wasn't going to get anymore sleep no matter how much she needed it. She might as well make herself as ready as possible for her day out with Frank. Still in her pj's she took the glass of milk down stairs quietly, pouring it down the sink before washing the glass and putting it on the dishrack to dry. She stared out into the yard from the kitchen window... lost in a daydream momentarily, almost facinated by the changing colour of the sky with the approach of morning.

With a sigh she turned to go upstairs to take a bath and saw her mother coming down stairs in her robe.

"Morning dear..." her mom mumbles
"Morning mom... you're up early..."
Mrs Taylor looked at her young daughter with a smile on her face. She looked the spitting image of herself when she was younger, not that she had aged badly at all.
"Shouldn't that be my line young lady?" She laughs.
Maisy grins back, thinking immediately of the night before when Frank had said something similar.
"Had a nightmare or something..." Maisy replies.
"Oh dear... you want me to make you a cup of tea?"
"Not right now mom... I think I'll have a bath instead," she pauses and her eyes glitter with excitement... "Frank is taking me out today... he got his car from his mom and we're making a day of it!" She is clearly estatic.
Mrs Taylor pauses, a flicker of doubt flashing in her eyes before she replies with a smile of her own.
"That's wonderful dear... I... hope you have a good time..." She watches as her daughter bounds up the stairs and slams the bathroom door behind her.
Marie Taylor sighs as she starts to make breakfast for her family. Opening the fridge and pulling out the eggs she turns to the sink and notes the glass that Deak had taken up to Maisy the night before. She remembers clearly what he told her.

With a frown she tries to put the thoughts aside as she gets out a frying pan to make the eggs.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Sophie Kelly

Physically I feel completely fulfilled as the enormity of his erection fills me. Each thrust he completes is long and deep, chills coursing through my body. My nails dig into his flesh as I arch my back into him, needing to feel even more of him. His neeth nip at the delicate skin covering my throat and a cry escapes my lips. Crescent waves crash against the rocky shoreline inside of me. I feel his member throbbing inside of me, longing to release the pent up seed. Finally at the height of my orgasm, he cries out in ecstacy.

Breathless and satiated, he lifts himself off me. The darkened night is illuminated by the match he uses to light the cigarettes. Handing one to me he informs me, "By the by, my name's Nels."

Taking a long drag on the Lucky Strike I reply, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Nels. I'm Sophie, Sophie Kelly!" Completely comfortable in my nudeness I sit upright watching him tugging his underwear back into place.

"You sure you really need those?" I ask him in hopes that he may be good for one more round.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

We kissed - for what seemed like hours. Then, aware that the hour was late, I reluctantly broke the kiss and ushered her into my staff car. "Tell me where to go...and where you want me to drop you off. I would drive you up to the White House itself, but I do understand small towns."

"Claire, I want to see you....and I will be discrete. War is a horrible thing...but it has brought me to Fair Harbor - and that is not a bad thing at all."

 

[ariosto]

Jailbreak

In the wee hours of the morning deputy Sheriff Bernie Smith heard a great commotion in the cell where the nazi prisoner was being held until the military authorities arrived in the morning.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and unlocked the door to the cell block where he saw Weiler redfaced, strangling, as he hung from a noose looped over a cross bar on his cell.
Smith rushed in fumbling for the right key and cursing his luck for being on duty when the kraut decided to kill himself.

He found the key, threw open the door and ran to the struggling prisoner...

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

Pulling away from his kiss was almost agony. The only bright spot his resolve that we would see one another again. Gathering up the blanket and walking back up to the car hand in hand, we shared a comfortable silence.

As he slid behind the driver's seat, I reached out to give his hand a squeeze and a silent "Thank you". He returned my squeeze before he fired up the engine and we started back to town.

"You can drop me off behind the diner. That's where I park my car."

As Thor turned the vehicle into the alley behind the diner, he set the brake as the engine idled. Looking at each other, we smiled and reached out for one last hug that quickly turned into a kiss. As our hands roamed each other's bodies, the heat started to increase, and I realized we would never part until morning unless one of us was strong. Pulling away, I smile into his eyes.

"Goodnight, Thor. I can't tell you what tonight has meant for me. I'll be at the USO hall tomorrow at 6 serving up cake and coffee until 8, then free to dance the night away. I'll look forward to seeing you?"

He nodded as he gave a tender kiss before I quickly opened the door and stepped out into the night air. Giving him a quick wave, I hopped into my car, hoping the engine would start just one more time. Luckily it did.

I watched the big green car fade out of the alley, then turned my coupe in the direction of home.

Once there, I noticed only a solitary light in the livingroom. As I let myself in the front door, I see the game of checkers still on the table, a few pieces still left behind. I smiled to myself.

"Gramps must have been more into talking than checkers tonight."

I tiptoe to Gramps' room, and open the door slightly. His thin yet sturdy figure slumbers peacefully underneath the covers, his soft snoring filling the room. Closing the door quietly, I return the to the livingroom and turn off the light.

Almost soundlessly I creep up the stairs to my room, not wanting to disturb Jack. In the quiet and solitude of my room, I quickly undress and hurry to bed.

My last thoughts before sleep are of a certain pilot - and soaring above the clouds.

 

[HippieChick]

Hermann Weiler

The pain of hanging was far greater than I'd expected it to be. It was quite a different sensation than just holding your breath. I had begun to doubt my initial determination, but it was far too late to turn back now.

The only guard on duty at this hour came rushing into my cell. I put out a feeble attempt to keep him away with my feet, but he just grabbed a hold of them and lifted me so that I was not dangling entirely undermy own weight.

"You're not going to die on me, you Nazi bastard!"

I reached up a hand to the noose and pulled on a loose end of the makeshift noose. The knot in the sheet slipped open, and I collapsed on top of the guard. His handgun was in my hands and pointed at his face before he even had a chance to blink.

I stood up and rammed the tip of my boot across his chin. His eyes fell shut, and he didn't try to get up. Just to be sure, I handcuffed him to the bars of my cell, gagged him, and locked it up with his own keys.

He would have made a good bargaining chip, but I wanted a hostage that would be lest likely to fight back. Using his keys, I was able to get a lot of the supplies I would need. I obtained some of my personal effects, but my uniform would be far too conspicuous. I replaced my overshirt and hat with a light jacket and a baseball cat that presumably belonged to the man in the cell. I grabbed some bullets, a billy club, and several pairs of handcuffs from a storage closet. Nothing of use was in his desk, but I stuffed the Moon Pie I found there into my pocket anyway.

With that, I slipped out into the cool night air. It would be dawn soon, and if all went well, I'd be able to convince someone to...to what? It was hard to admit to myself that I had nowhere to go. There was an entire ocean between me and the Fatherland.

Still. I would find a way.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Nels Bronson

IC: Nels grins at Sophie and extends his hand. "Right pleased to make your acquaintance, Sophie."

The smoke together for a while in companionable silence. Nels finds he likes that in a woman. She doesn't ask questions, doesn't feel she has to talk to fill the quiet. Sophie lacks that hurried "oh who will see me like this" attitude that has irked him in occasional encounters with other women. She seems quite comfortable in her nudity. He also admires the sleekness of her body, the way her body is neither too plump nor too thin, with her curves flowing. He lightly caresses her skin, enjoying the soft feel of it beneath his hands. Nels believes he could really get to like a woman like this.

He tosses his smoke out the window and begins putting himself together when Sophie asks him if he really needs his underwear. He sees the impish invitation in her eyes and shoves them back down.

"Probably not too much at the moment he says, reaching for her.

He draws her onto his lap, kneeling along his thighs, facing him. He can feel the moistness of her sex as it lays against his already stirring cock. He reaches up with both hands and puts them on her face. Then, Nels does something he very seldom does with any woman. He kisses her long, and slow, and deeply, exploring the delicisous grotto of her mouth with its tastes of tobacco and beer and her.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Sophie Kelly

No promises of love and faithfulness and happily ever after. No vows of anything more than this one night together. That's the way I want it. Uncomplicated. No hassles. Just pure animal lust.

I watch the look of astonishment overcome him when I speak the words. He recovers quickly as the evil grin spreads across his face. In one sleek movement his hands are hoisting me onto his lap. My hair cascades around us in a veil of silken strands. I feel him harden underneath me. Surprisingly his lips capture mine and tongues begin the dance. The dance is one of passion and need. His kiss also promises no more than what it is really is. It is a yearning; raw need to become joined again, to reach the edge of the cliff and flay ourselves over its side yet again.

His fingers entwine their way into strands of my hair, pulling my head back to expose the naked flesh before him. His mouth devours the tender flesh of my neck as he shoves his stiff cock deep inside of me. The slight awkwardness and exploration of our first time has been washed away. Replacing it is the burning fire demanding to be flamed to excurtiating heights until it has been thoroughly extinguished.

"Fuck me as if your life depended on it, GI!" My request being granted at his first violent thrust, probing deeply inside.