7 comments/ 20910 views/ 6 favorites I'll Be Seeing You By: MoGalsMan Danielle sighed as she counted her tips again, $4.57. Not a good Afternoon at all. She took a plate of Fried Catfish and fries to table 6, where Mr. Strenk was sitting, smiling, she sat the plate in front of him and poured him some more water. "Thank you sweetie"He said as he adjusted his wheelchair closer to the table, " You are a dear." "I'll be back and check on you in a while" she said "Do you need anything else?" "Just show me that pretty smile one more time" he said as he smiled up at her. She laughed, gathered up a menu from the empty table next to him, put her pen in her pocket and went back to the Waitress station. Jose the dishwasher was clearing tables, he looked at her and winked. She pretended not to see him and looked the work schedule in front of her. Damn she thought she had to close tonight. She heard a tittering and looked over to the corner to where the other waitress Natalie was flirting with her boyfriend. Natalie of the blonde hair skinny waist and big tits. Brad was touching her ass and whispering in her ear. She blushed and giggled. No doubt he was telling her what he would do to her after work. The only other customer was Mr. Strenk quietly eating his dinner and staring out the window. He was a regular here he would come in three times a week and get the Senior special. His nephew would come pick him up at 745 Sharp, 15 minutes before they closed. A nice old man she thought, and he always left a 5 dollar tip for her. She looked back at Brad and Natalie and felt that familiar pang of jealousy. Her last boyfriend,, her only Boyfriend. Jeremy and her had broken up three months ago. He still would call on her every other week,, he would come to her apartment all smiles and lies and end up having sex with her, but it was just him using her and she knew it. After he left she would cry and drink and tell herself she wouldn't give into him again, but her resolve would crumble under the wants and needs of her 22 year old Body. She would actually satisfy herself a few times a week much better then Jeremy did. He was an impatient lover, who didn't like to kiss and liked her to go down on him, never returning the favor. When they did have intercourse it never lasted more than 2 minutes,,, he would frantically thrust into her and sate himself, often leaving within minutes. Their last encounter consisted of him sitting on the couch with his pants around his ankles while she sucked him, not even getting undressed. He climaxed in her mouth, grabbing her hair and making her eyes water as his semen spurted down her throat. .. she got up, eyes watering, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Jeremy would never go near her until she did so, and when she came back he was gone. She sat on the couch and wept as she heard his motorcycle start up and take off out of the parking lot,,, its throaty growl the final insult to her womanhood. She drank a few beers, took some Tylenol PM and finally dozed off to sleep. She woke up 3 in the morning her loins aching,, needing release. She expertly worked the nub of her clit, squeezing her nipples with the other hand,, writhing and moaning in her empty bed bringing herself to climax again and again,,then drifting back to a fitful sleep. Danielle started closing out the cash register, totaling up the credit cards, checks and cash and dropping them into the drop slot of the safe. Mr. Wagner would check tomorrow and drop the money off at the bank. Natalie and Brad walked up to the door. "You got closing tonight babe" Natalie said. " I'm going to take off a little early since no one is here" "OK Natalie" Danielle answered smiling sweetly. Bitch, she thought. The cook and Jose also left, hanging their hats up by the time clock behind the counter. Mr. Strenk was wheeling himself to the door, so she smiled and opened it for him. Dammit ,, it was raining. He went out on the covered porch and waited for his nephew. Danielle finished the paperwork and readied to lock up. She took the keys out and went on the porch not looking forward to the drive home in the rain. She heard a gasp and looked to see Mr. Strenk sitting rigidly in his wheelchair. He was slightly paler then usual his right hand twitched. Panic seized Danielle. Oh God,,, please don't have a heart attack or something here... she hurriedly checked her purse for her cell phone. "Are you OK" she asked as she fumbled for her phone, dropping her hairbrush. Mr. Strenk's color came back.. he seemed to relax and he looked up and smiled "Yes dear... I'm a little out of sorts but it was just a spell" Danielle breathed a sigh of relief.. Thank God she thought. She touched his head, it was cool to the touch, and she could feel his pulse through the thin skin. "You are an angel" he said smiling up at her she put her hand on his shoulder. He reached up and held her hand. "Thank you for looking out for me." They stayed on the porch her hand on his shoulder and the rain falling until his nephew pulled up and helped him get into the car. She held an umbrella while he used the lift to get him into the passenger seat and loaded the wheelchair into the trunk. She got back on the porch and watched them drive away the taillights a red blur in the falling raindrops. She walked around the side of the restaurant to make sure the Fire Exit door was locked. Then went back inside to make sure all the lights were out. She came back outside and started to lock the front door. "Excuse me.." a voice said. Danielle jumped, dropping the keys, her heart pounding. "I'm sorry ma'am ,, I didn't mean to make you jump" the voice said again, sounding embarrassed. She turned and looked and saw a young man standing on the porch, wearing a uniform, water dripping from his cap. "It's OK,," she said "I just didn't know you were there" "Ma'am" he said again awkwardly "is this where the bus for Camp Cooke stops?" "Umm I don't think so,,,, it never has before" she answered looking at him as he came into the porch light. He was tall and athletically built, with dark hair and brown eyes. He had a small birthmark between his eyes and a strong jaw and full lips. He had a five o'clock shadow starting to sprout and he looked travel weary. "Well is this Johnson's Restaurant?" he said "that's where the bus is supposed to pick me up" "Yes," Danielle said "I guess you have the right place,,, when does it supposed to stop?" "According to my orders at midnight" he answered. "That's four hours from now,, and its pouring rain" she said. He looked her in the eyes and said "I've seen lots worse" Danielle's heart skipped. His eyes were deep and meaningful, and she could read the sorrow in them when he spoke those words. She unlocked the door to the restaurant and motioned for him to follow. "Let me make you some coffee" she said. "I don't want to put you out Ma'am" he said hesitating at the door, "'Besides I don't want to get your floor wet" "Number one" she said" Please stop calling me Ma'am.. Im only 22..My Name is Danielle and number two, the floors will dry off, and so will you once you get in here" She had him set his bag by the door and sit at the table by the counter while she put on the coffee pot. He took his hat off and set at the counter. She got out two cups and saucers, the cream and sugar and set them in front of him. He sat quietly looking at his hands, watching the fingers move as he flexed them. "Well" she said "I've told you my name... what's yours?" "Im sorry" he said, cheeks reddening, " I go by Mick, but lately its been just Sergeant." "How long have you been in the Army?" she asked. His eyes met hers and he said in a clipped tone "I'm a Marine,, Im not in the Army" "I'm sorry she said", in a hurt tone" I don't know anything about the military" His eyes softened "No, Im the one that should apologize,,, I know you didn't mean anything by it" "What are those medals for?" she said pointing at his chest. "Well the purple one is for getting shot" He answered "And the others?" she asked. "For shooting someone else" he said quietly. "Oh" she said. She poured him some coffee, which he took black, no cream and sugar. She made her self a cup and sipped it. "I need to let this coat dry out" he said "May I hang it in front of the fans?" "Sure" she said "There are some hangers by the door" He removed his coat and shirt, hanging them neatly by the fans, buttoning them up and putting his necktie over the shirt. The Green Jacket and khaki shirt waved as the fan blew them to and fro. He sat back down, now wearing a tank type type undershirt and his uniform trousers, He had a farmer's tan, his hands and neck were well tanned but his shoulders and arms were light in comparison. He was lean but muscular, she could see the thick muscles in his neck, shoulders and arms. Fine dark hairs showed throw the top of his shirt and ran down to where his chest filled out the shirt. He sat down and sipped his coffee. "Thank you again,, Danielle" he said "It's no problem,, Mick" she said The act of them saying each other's name put her more at ease. "Where are you from?... Mick" she asked. He tells her he is from Norwalk, 50 miles away, and without being asked he tells her about his family, a younger sister, a doting mother and how he joined the Marines at 17 right out of School. "Do you get home a lot?" she asked him? "This is the second time since I joined" He said "I had 20 days,, now I'm going out to California to Camp Pendelton,,, they are forming a new unit to go back Overseas,, bunch of kids right out of Boot Camp" "What will you do with them" she asked "I don't know.... hopefully teach them something that will keep them alive" He answered "I'll be the Old Man" of the Squad. "Mick,,, How old are you?" she asked He looked at her ,, then out the window,, than back at her again. "I hope to turn 24 in October" He answered. She breathed in deeply. "Oh" How can this be, she thought here is someone who is only a year older than her who is a Sergeant in charge of many men, who has the world on his shoulders it seemed. They both looked away and then sipped their coffee. Danielle turned on the radio on the counter but the static from the storm broke up the signals. She turned the dial until something came in clear.. an oldies station. "Do you get a lot of letters from home" she asked "Yes" He smiled "Mom writes me 3 times a week... Little sister as much as a 7 year old can" She looked at her coffee, played with the handle and asked "Does your girlfriend write?" She looked up to see his answer and saw the loneliness in his eyes. "No... I don't have a girl,,, never really had a girlfriend" he answered. Danielle reached out and touched his hand. They looked at each other wordlessly. Another song came on the radio. 'Dance with me" she said They got up and faced each other and she put her arms around his neck as the song started. I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through She felt his strong arms around her, and put her head on his chest, closing her eyes and letting him hold her, In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel The chestnut tree The wishing well She breathed in his scent,,, the smell of a wool uniform, shaving soap a faint odor of sweat, but an honest sweat,, the smell of a man. I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way They pulled each other closer and she felt the soft curves of her breasts,, her nipples rub against his hard chest. Her nipples tingled and grew erect. She looked up at him and breathed deeply he leaned down his lips close to her mouth. I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you She pulled him down and kissed his lips sucking on them gently. He reacted slowly the started to kiss her back. Their tongues explored each others mouth and their hands touched each others bodies. Danielle felt the hard muscles of his chest and she felt his hands move around her hips to her rounded buttocks. he pulled her close and she felt the hard lump in his trousers where his manhood was growing erect. They kissed deeper now and his right hand moved up to her breast as the left one caressed her ass. She slipped her hand down to his trousers, undoing his zipper and feeling for his penis, she pulled it out of his fly.. meaty, thick and long it curved up in her hand. She licked his lips and stroked him expertly. He gasped and leaned back. She felt him twitch and spasm in her hand and looked down as semen shot from the head of his erect member. It came out in spurts and gushes, gobs of it streamed out on the floor and her pants and his trousers and shoes. She held him tightly as his orgasm faded and looked up to kiss him. His face was beet red and he looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry....I'll clean it up" he said "No,,, come with me" she said She kissed him and took him by the hand and led him back to the office. Wordlessly she unfolded the couch into the portabed. "Undress me" she said. He complied, his strong hands pulling her shirt over her head and undoing her bra. As her unfettered breasts rubbed against his chest she started to undress him also. Soon they lay naked caressing each other, his hands eagerly exploring her body, strong and firm they drank in every curve and hallow. She moaned and pushed her breasts together, the dark erect nipples almost touching. "Kiss them" she said. He hungrily obeyed, licking and sucking on her nipples, tonguing in circles around them grabbing them also, She moaned and arched her back then pushed his head further down her body having him kiss her stomach and hips. She felt the bristles of his short haircut and felt the metal of his dogtags touch her pubic mound. He put his arms around her thighs and reached up, holding her breasts as he kissed her womanhood, He did so tentatively at first so she pushed his head down farther and raised her hips up. She reached down and spread her lips, opening up to his mouth. He stuck his tongue inside her and started flickering in and out ,, then sucking her clitoris. She moaned and bit her lip bucking her hips as he lapped at her love box. She felt the familiar tingling in her loins and soon she came for him sliding herself up and down on his mouth as he took her juices from her. He kissed it now, sucking and teasing it, his hands working her nipples as she moaned and writhed under him. He began to penetrate her repeatedly with his tongue and she came again, her girl cum soaking his mouth. She pulled him up to her mouth and kissed him deeply tasting the salty juice of her vagina on his lips. She slid down kissing his chest and stomach, hungrily going down to his erection. He moaned as she took him in her mouth stroking him and licking the head and shaft. She laid him down and began to suck him and lick him, working back and forth from his meaty shaft to his heavy, hairy sack. She dragged her breasts across his thighs and stomach the head of his shaft poking her erect nipples. Then she mounted him.... gasping as the length and girth of his cock split open her lips and pushed into the warmth of her vagina. He groaned as she humped and rode him,,, her nipples touching his moth for him to suck and lick, His hands grabbed her ass and spread it, her anus and pussy lips preading for his hands and manmeat. He was raising his hips up, slamming into her each thrust sending tremors of pleasure through her nether parts. She felt her orgasm rising and thrust himself down deeply on his shaft, Her cries rang out as her vagina clung to his cock, trembling as its juice squirted on his shaft. Suddenly he turned her on her back and began to pump her vigorously, his hips slamming into her, his balls hitting her ass cheeks rapidly. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed the nipples causing her to arch her back and cry out. She gabbed his hand and sucked his fingers while he went in and out of her. She looked in his eyes as he went faster and harder. She felt her orgasm rising yet again and moaned as she came on him, luring his manhood again with her girl cum. She felt him grow harder and he continued to pound her deeper and deeper. She had never felt this way before. She was being taken hard and fast, not the muddling advances of a teenager or the premature spasms of a greedy boy, but sure manly strokes. He was taking her,, fucking her,, as a woman was meant to be fucked. Hard,,, steady .. and deep,,, She now wanted to feel him climax inside her. She hungered for the hot sticky feel of his semen deep in her. She looked him in the eyes and said. "Give it to me" "Harder!" "I want your cum" "I NEED your cum!!" He looked back at her and nodded,, sweat forming on his chest and he continued to pump her. "Fuck me!!" "FUCK ME!!!" "Take me,,, FUCK ME HARD!!!" She felt his cock grow stiffer and felt it pulling her pussy lips open as it slammed in and out. "Cum for me" "Cum For me Now!!!" She felt her own orgasm rising yet again. "CUM IN MY PUSSY!!!" "CUM IN MY PUSSY!!!" She cried and climaxed as he shot a huge load of semen in her. They both bucked and twitched as he made a gurgling sound and waves of pleasure radiated from her hips and vagina. His cock twitched as it emptied into her, the gooey deposit running out of her and down her crack, tickling her anus with its warm wetness. She kissed him deeply and felt wetness on his lips and cheeks. He was crying softly as he held her tightly and lay on top of her. She stroked his back and held him tightly and drifted off to sleep. She woke at 120 in the Morning and he was gone. She reached for him but knew that somehow he would not be there. She did feel the metal of his dogtags the thin disks wrapped with electrical tape. She cried softly, wishing she could have held him forever. Then she got dressed and drove home through a gentle summer rain to her empty bed. On Tuesday afternoon just before the restaurant closed Mr. Johnson, Natalie and Danielle were talking, wondering where Mr. Strenk had went. Danielle was voicing her concerns about his health when his nephew came in the door. From the look on his face they knew the news was bad. Tears streamed down both Natalie and Danielle's face when he told then that he thought his uncle had fallen asleep when he got in the car that night, but he had passed away driving in that storm, not 5 minutes after he had left. The nephew, George, thanked them for their kindness and then turned to Danielle, handing her a yellowed envelope. "This was in my Uncle's things" he said "But your name is on it, so I guess it belongs to you" "Oh" said Danielle, thinking to herself it may be a tip he had forgot at some time. George thanked them once again and left, and Danielle took the envelope to a booth and sat down to open it. It was a Letter Aged yellow it had the date February 27.1945 on the top and it read. My Dearest Danielle, When you read this I will be gone, hopefully to a better place then this hell on earth. Our time together was an answer to a prayer that I prayed for almost 60 years. Without you I would have never known what it was like to have touched a woman and to be loved. Tomorrow on February 28th at about 915 in the morning I will get hit in the back with a piece of shell and lose feeling from the middle of my chest down. I don't willingly go to this fate, but having laid with and loved and been loved by you will make it easier in my coming years to accept what has came to me. I will always remember the feel of you in my arms and the curve of your body and face as you lay sleeping when I left you so many years ago. I'll Be Seeing You Adrienne watched the plumes of black smoke rise against the horizon. The green fields and dark forests that lay between the war and her were deserted, and she hoped they would stay that way. Not quite deserted, she realized with a sting of fear in her chest. A dark speck moved over the cows' grazing pasture, in the direction of her house. A soldier. She swallowed and walked into the barn. Did this mean the war had finally come to her home? Adrienne pursed her lips together and tightened her grip around a rake. If the soldiers wanted to take her cows, she would let them. But they wouldn't take her home or her dignity without a fight. It was bad luck that her parents were away the entire week, but Adrienne knew how to defend herself if she had to. She returned to the sunlight and watched the soldier come closer. He was alone, she realized with a sigh of relief. And he was wounded. After he had climbed the last fence surrounding the farm, he collapsed with a moan. Biting her lip, Adrienne let the rake fall to her side. The safest thing would be to let him lie there until her parents came back. On the other hand, what kind of person would she be if she did? She walked up to him with slow, measured steps. He was breathing, clutching a shallow wound in his shoulder. Blood had soaked half of his uniform, which was that of a private in the British Army. "Sir?" she said in her halting English. The soldier's eyes opened, and an expression of panic spread across his face. He was handsome, with pale blue eyes and dark, tangled hair. For a moment, she hoped she would get to see a smile on his full, red lips. "Please, help me," he said. Adrienne opened and closed her mouth, uncertain what to say. Deciding that silence would do for now, she grabbed his good arm and helped him up. He leaned against her as she led him into the farmhouse, up the stairs and into her bedroom. There, he collapsed on the bed with a pained groan. "I'd better clean that wound," she said. Forcing her hands steady, she removed the soldier's shirt. "Thank you," he mumbled and closed his eyes. "I think the bullet just missed you," she said and pressed a wet cloth against the wound. "This will heal in no time, as long as it's kept clean." A red blush spread across the soldier's face. "It felt a lot worse than that. I thought I was going to die." Adrienne couldn't help but smile. "I can imagine." "I got separated from the others. Then this bullet came out of nowhere and I couldn't think properly. I just ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore. That's when I saw your house." She nodded and went to collect something to dress the wound with. When she returned to her bedroom, the soldier swallowed and stared at the ceiling. "You think I'm a coward," he said. "For running away like that." Adrienne touched his shoulder lightly, felt the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. He was so different to the other men in her village. Where they had rough, sun burnt skin, he was soft. There was a slight tremble to his voice that she found intoxicating. The image of his body against hers flashed past her mind, and she felt a tingle of excitement. "I think I would've run away like that, too," she said. The soldier smiled, but winced as she pressed the bandage against his wound. "You speak very good English," he said. "My mother taught me. She travelled a lot when she was younger, mostly to England." He nodded and lifted his hand. "I'm Private Johnson." "Adrienne," she said. "How long have you been in France, Private?" "Call me Ron. That's what my friends used to call me. I guess I've been here about a month now, but I can't tell for sure. The days just seem to blend together." "And you like it here?" Ron smiled, and Adrienne felt a sting to her chest at the sight. He seemed so innocent, so kind. "I love it here," he said. "The fields, the forests. Nothing like London." "I wish I could see London, though," she said. "My mother used to tell me stories about it and I always wanted to go." "Perhaps, after the war, you can come visit me." A blush spread across Ron's cheeks again. "I mean... Well, you could, if you wanted to." Adrienne lowered her eyes, conscious of the heat in her cheeks. Her stomach tingled with anticipation. For the second time she failed to hold back an image of his body pressed against hers. "Perhaps," she mumbled and finished with the bandage. "You should rest now." Ron brushed a finger along her arm. "Thank you for your kindness, Adrienne. I appreciate it more than you can imagine. Just to get away from this awful war for a moment and see a kind, pretty face. It makes me think I can actually stand all the fighting and the dying. Reminds me of why I do what I do." A warm sensation spread through Adrienne's body, emanating from where Ron had touched her. She smiled and swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. "It was my pleasure," she said. Ron let his arm fall to his side, and she left him. The animals on the small farm where she had grown up and spent her entire life needed her attention. While working to feed the chickens and clean out the cows' stalls, she found that her thoughts kept drifting back to the soldier asleep in her bed. A coward who ran away from the enemy. The thought brought a giggle to her lips. If there was one thing she didn't like about men, it was their incessant wish to be brave heroes. But here was one who dared admit he was frightened, one who brought tingles to her stomach with just one look. She blushed and was glad her parents weren't here to see her. They would be gone for a few more days, at least. Plenty of time for Adrienne to get to know Ron. No, I shouldn't think like that! She was a farmer's girl from the French countryside, he a soldier from London. The only thing that could come out of a relationship between them was heartache. And a few good moments that I could cherish forever. Adrienne shook her head and went on her business. She could dream, but that was it. The day passed quickly, and it was dark when she returned to the soldier's room carrying a tray of food. Ron smiled the moment she walked through the door. "I'm sorry to be a burden," he said. "You're not." Adrienne prepared a plate for him and then one for herself. "It's nice to have someone to talk to. My parents are away for the week tending to some business, so all I have for company are chicken and cows." "Not great company," Ron said and smiled. He opened his mouth to continue, but was interrupted by the thunder of an explosion in the distance. Adrienne's stomach froze, as it had done every night for what felt like years. "They're coming closer," she said. Ron put his plate aside, got up from the bed and walked over to the window. His eyebrows lowered in a frown. "Do you have somewhere to hide?" "My father prepared a hideout in the basement," she said. Ron nodded and took her hand. His touch sent shivers up her arm, and she followed him down the stairs to the kitchen. There, she pulled a rug to the side and opened up a concealed door to the food cellar. The basement was cold and damp, but she figured a few candles could drive the worst of the chill out. A mattress lay against one corner, and the other walls held empty shelves. Ron helped her carry some blankets and candles down the stairs, and then he carefully closed the door behind him. They could still hear bombs in the distance, but they were muffled and thus less frightening than they had been before. "So you're brave when needed," Adrienne said and smiled, watching Ron's face in the light of the flickering candles. "I'm brave when I have someone to protect," Ron said. "I can take care of myself." Ron blushed and nodded towards the mattress. "You have that. I'm happy to sleep on the floor." "Nonsense. You 're wounded." Ron clutched his shoulder, wincing, and sat on the mattress with his back against the wall. "I'll only sit down a little while." "Let me have a look." Adrienne sank down beside him and studied the bandage. "I think it'll heal up nicely." Her fingers brushed against Ron's skin. Then another bomb rattled the night, closer this time, and she pressed herself against the wall. "Are you okay?" Ron said and placed a warm, supporting hand on her shoulder. His touch sent shivers down her spine. "This war frightens me, that's all." He moved his hand up to rest against her cheek. "They're still far away, trust me. They won't come tonight." "And what if they come tomorrow night, or the night after?" "Then I'll be here to protect you." He let his hand slide down to her neck. "I'll stay for as long as you like and keep you safe. I'm brave when I have someone to protect, remember?" Adrienne smiled. "Thank you." Another explosion shook the house, and she took the opportunity to move closer to him. He placed his arms around her, one hand on her back and the other gently pressed against her hip. She sighed and brushed her fingers against the soft skin on his naked arms, wishing they could stay like this forever. Ron sighed and leaned his cheek against her hair. She looked up, and before she knew it he placed a kiss on her lips. Her body trembled, and her fingers clutched against his skin. Ron opened his mouth and let his tongue play with hers. His hand moved from her hip to her stomach, then up towards her neck. She sighed as his fingers reached her cleavage. He brushed the sensitive skin of her breasts lightly, then moved his hand down to her nipple. Warmth spread between her legs at his touch, and she kissed him intently to let him know she wanted him to continue. In the distance another bomb dropped, but it didn't frighten her this time. Ron moved one of his hands gently over her chest and stiffening nipple. The other ran slowly down her legs, then up underneath her dress. Her skin tingled as he touched the inside of her thighs, towards the warmth between her legs. He slid a finger inside her underwear and gently rubbed her lower lips, which were wet with anticipation now. She brushed her hands over Ron's shoulders, down along his sides. Then she touched his bare stomach, where she felt his abs working beneath the soft skin. The belt was easy to unbuckle, and soon she had his trembling cock in her hands. He sighed in pleasure and pressed a finger deep inside her vagina. Adrienne trembled and began moving one hand up and down his cock while stimulating his balls with the other. Ron pressed another finger inside her while his thumb caressed her clit. She sighed in pleasure as warmth spread from his fingers throughout her body. Ron smiled, his kisses sweet and intense. His blue eyes burned in the candlelight. Adrienne returned his smile, but couldn't help to let a gasp escape when he suddenly moved away from her. His hands moved to her dress, and in one motion he had pulled it over her shoulders. Adrienne shivered in the cold air, completely naked now except for her underwear. Ron eased her down on the mattress and placed himself on top of her. His tongue moved from her lips, down to the sensitive skin of her neck. He let his fingers return between her legs, where they rested teasingly just above her clit. Then he kissed her nipples, his tongue running in gentle circles around her areola as he did so. He moved his fingers to the inside of her thigh, spreading tingles that filled her body with anticipation. Softly, he let them enter her vagina. While moving back and forth inside her, he kissed her chest, her stomach, then her clit. His tongue still made circles, and she gasped in pleasure. Ron moved his fingers faster and faster, until Adrienne cried out in an orgasm. He smiled, gave her clit a gentle kiss and moved to lie on top of her. She spread her legs apart, her whole body aching in desire now. The candlelight fell on his shoulders, which were covered in a thin layer of sweat. He thrust inside her, and she sighed in pleasure. If the war came to her home tonight, she wouldn't notice. Ron moved slow at first but gradually faster. His lips touched cheeks, her neck, her forehead. She groaned. Although she had done this before with a boy from a neighboring farm, this was different. Ron was sweet and sensitive, his hands caressing her body and his eyes lit with excitement and joy. The other boy had been a rough brute, like most boys were from around here. The combination of Ron's cock inside her and the gentle touches of his hands and lips brought a sensation that was almost unbearable. Her back arched as she moved in rhythm to his thrusts, and her fingers dug into his back. Ron grunted in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. She squealed as another orgasm tore through her body, this one much more intense than the first. Flashes of light passed before her eyes, and she gasped for air. Ron smiled and sat up with his back against the wall. Adrienne lowered herself on top of him, letting his cock slide inside her vagina with a grunt of excitement. She moved slowly, first back and forth and then up and down. Ron moved his hands to her hips, and his thumbs pressed gently against her clit. Leaning her head backwards, she groaned as he took her breasts in his mouth. Her movements became faster as she became more and more eager. Ron's fingers against her clit, his tongue and teeth against her nipples all brought waves of pleasure unlike anything she had experienced before. Then the excitement became too much, and she screamed as the world exploded. Ron screamed with her, his hands tight around her hips as he came. Adrienne collapsed on Ron's good shoulder and sighed. "That was..." he mumbled. "Yes," she said, having suddenly forgotten all other words in the English vocabulary. "You were amazing." "Thank you." She shivered, feeling the cold air again. Ron noticed and draped a blanket over her shoulders. They sat like that, holding each other, until she was overcome by thirst. She got up and poured them both a cup. "It's quiet," she said. "I think we're safe for now." "And I was just beginning to like this place," Ron said, pouting. "I guess it's safer to stay here." Ron nodded and lay down on the mattress. "I think we can share this one now." "I think so too." She lay down next to him, relishing the feeling of his skin against hers. He pressed himself against the wall and ran a hand over her breasts and stomach beneath the blanket. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled. "More beautiful than anyone I've ever seen." Adrienne felt him become stiff against her thigh and smiled. "Thank you." Ron leaned forward and kissed her. His hands fumbled down her side and found her clit. She trembled and spread her legs. He entered her with two fingers and smiled. "I think I could do this all night." She nodded and swallowed a groan. "Why not? The war could come here tomorrow, and then it'll be too late." Ron sighed and rolled over on top of her. He entered her softly, and they took their pleasure again in the light of the candles. Adrienne never wanted the night to end. Eventually, though, she must have fallen asleep because she woke up by the crow of a cockerel. Ron was sleeping beside her, his hands around her waist. She kissed him on the mouth and smiled. "I hate the war, but I'm glad it brought you to me." "I'm glad, too." He kissed her intently and pressed his body against hers. "Perhaps I can stay here until it's all over, and then you can return with me to London." "I'd love that." The thought of spending the rest of her life with him brought butterflies to her stomach. "You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman." Ron kissed her neck and her cheek. "Beautiful, intelligent, strong. I thank God for bringing us together." Adrienne smiled and pressed herself against him. She wanted him more than she could ever imagine, both body and soul. He seemed to sense her excitement, because he began caressing her breasts and kissing her intently. "Johnson!" They both froze at the call from upstairs. Adrienne rolled from the mattress and pulled the dress over her head. "That's my officer," Ron said and shot up. He struggled with his trousers and ran upstairs. Adrienne swallowed, straightened her dress and followed him. Five British soldiers stood on the farmhouse's courtyard, all with big guns and stern looks. "Sir," Ron said where he stood saluting in front of them. "I got lost and was shot in the arm. Adrienne here nursed me back to health." "I see." The officer's smile was polite enough, but there was an unmistakable hint of amusement in his eyes. "Are you ready to leave, Private? We haven't got all day." Ron swallowed and disappeared inside the house. Adrienne drew a shivering breath and tried to look respectable. "Any of you want a glass of water?" she said. "Milk?" They all shook their heads in silence. Adrienne sighed, and she gave Ron a relieved smile when he returned. "I have to go," he said. "But I... I'll come back for you. After the war. Trust me, I'll come back." Adrienne blinked back a tear burning behind her eyelid and nodded. "Of course. Be safe, will you?" Ron smiled that warm, kind smile that had made her melt already from the beginning. "Good." He kissed her once on the mouth and walked away. She watched them leave. Ron's fellow soldiers patted him on the back and laughed, and he laughed with them. Then they disappeared behind the barn, from her view. She bit her lip and sighed. He'll be back, she thought. Then she returned to the farmhouse to finish her chores. I'll Be Seeing You June 5, 1944 Plymouth, England The rain made rivers down the window as thunder rumbled across the shore. From his vantage point, he could see the boats bobbing in the violent harbor waters. The muscles in his back were tight as he stared across the English Channel, imagining the Germans in their bunkers facing him as they hunkered down through the storm. As he took a long draw from his cigarette, he wondered if they had done everything right. Most of the Americans sleeping in tents on the plains had never seen a day of combat. Eisenhower had sent Patton to the southeast to convince the Germans that the attack would come at Calais, but he didn't know if the German commander in charge of the coastal defenses, Erwin Rommel, had taken the bait. After all, they had chased Rommel across Africa till he had been dubbed the Desert Fox. "Ben?" a lilting voice called from the darkness behind him. He turned his head and could vaguely make out the dark outline of someone sitting up behind him. He took another drag from the cigarette and contemplated the glowing tip for a moment. He heard her moving and in a moment, felt her thin arms circle his waist. Her palms rested flat against his stomach and her cheek lay against his back between his shoulder blades. He covered her hand with his. "You should come back to bed," she said. "Worrying will not end the war or this weather. You should rest while you can." He smiled at her sweet voice and wondered how many American soldiers were having similar conversations with their English sweethearts tonight. "I can't close my eyes, Gennie," he replied. "I'm sorry I woke you." Her hand slipped lower, into the waistband of his government issued boxers. "Then come back to bed and let me distract your mind." Her lips touched his back, kissing along his spine as they made their way to his neck. He sighed softly, his body responding to her wandering hand. He turned to face her, wrapping his strong arms around her. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her firmly. She stretched up to return the kiss, her hands moving to his broad shoulders. Her mouth opened to him and he tasted her, his tongue slipping behind her teeth. Their tongues tangled together, hungry for one another. They clung desperately to each other as he explored her lips and cheeks. She met his hunger with her own. This had been their custom for weeks now. As his imminent departure grew closer, their time together more dear, their coming together became more desperate. When he came into town, she would be so relieved to see him again that they could barely eat before they fell into the bed in her room. Later, they would slow down, but before he left, the desperation would return. They didn't speak of it, but they both knew any visit could be his last. The sheet she had wrapped around her body slipped, draping over his arms and held up by the tension between their bodies. His big hands, calloused from carrying his weapon through training, moved over the smooth flesh of her back as their kiss deepened. The sheet pooled at her feet and together they took the few steps necessary to fall onto the bed. His rough fingers found her breast in the dark without breaking the kiss. He cupped the pale globe in his palm, his fingertips brushing against her nipple. He rolled it between his finger and thumb as his lips broke free. Their harsh breathing filled the room as they struggled to catch their breath. He moved his mouth along her angular jawline and then down her neck. He could feel her racing pulse against his lips as they moved along her collarbone. His thumb made circles around one breast as his mouth found the other. She inhaled sharply, whispering his name as his lips closed over her full, pale breast. Her hands caressed the sandy brown hair on his head as his tongue rubbed and teased her hard nipple. He closed his eyes as he suckled. His thumb stroked and teased the other breast as she moaned her encouragement. His free hand moved slowly down her trim rib cage, caressing her hip and thigh. Her legs moved restlessly, but she murmured her encouragement as his hand moved to the inside of her thigh. She opened her legs in invitation and his palm cupped her warm mound. He shifted his mouth to her other breast as his fingers danced along her slit. They slipped inside her easily, her body eager for him. Her found her sensitive clit and began rubbing it, his mouth and hand working in rhythm with each other. She groaned louder as his fingers stroked her. "Ben," she moaned. "Ben, please. I need you inside me now." He smiled and shifted, pushing his boxers over his hips and positioning his body between her legs. He stretched over her body, his mouth finding hers again as he pushed his throbbing shaft into her slick opening. Her hips rose to meet him and he plunged deep inside. He lay buried inside her for a moment, her arms around his shoulders and his tongue resumed its exploration of her mouth. He was still kissing her when he began to move, slowly at first, his cock sliding in and out of her. She opened wider for him, her thighs gripping his hips as he increased his pace. He forced himself deep into her, and then nearly pulled out before thrusting down again. She clung to him as his body moved faster, his stomach slapping against hers as he pumped in and out. He tore his mouth away from hers so they could both breath. Their panting echoed in the room, each thrust punctuated by a grunt. They moved faster. She arched her neck, her face flushed as he pushed her body higher. They were lost in the pleasure. He closed his eyes, waiting for her voice to sing her song. He had learned her body well over the last few months. He knew she was close. He knew how to play her body. Her rocked his hips so that his cock brushed against the right spot. She cried out as she crested, her body trembling beneath his. He grunted sharply and exploded inside her. For a moment, stars exploded before his eyes. He barked again and collapsed. They were both gasping for breath as they recovered. "Tell me you love me, even if you don't mean it," she whispered. "I love you," he said easily, and he meant it. "Tell me you'll see me soon," she requested, her arms clinging to him. He hesitated. If the weather cleared, they would leave soon. If it didn't clear, they would have to wait another month to launch their invasion against Hitler's Fortress Europe. Finally, he responded, "I'll see you soon." Her hands stroked his face, gazing at him tenderly. "You lie. You didn't answer right away. When do you leave?" He bent and kissed her lips again. Outside, the morning was lightening the sky even though the rain continued to fall. "I'll see you soon," he promised. His lips nuzzled her cheek before he sighed reluctantly, rising from the bed and pulling on his uniform. He used the small mirror in her room to adjust his hat before turning to smile at her. She was a vision, laying naked on the sheets, her brown hair spread on the pillow behind her. Her pale skin glowed. Her breasts and lips were red from their night together. He thought again of being on the boat yesterday morning, ready to sail to France and begin the ending of this war. Had the weather not canceled the launch, he would have not had an opportunity to see her one last time, and chance to tell her good-bye. But now, the words would not come. She saw him struggling and tears filled her eyes. "Write to me, Ben," she whispered. "Let me know you are alive." He nodded and swallowed with difficulty, and then left her small flat. When he reached the encampment, men were packing tents and stuffing their packs with supplies. His commanding officer met him with his orders. "We're leaving tonight." Ben looked into the cloudy sky. In order for the invasion to be successful, they needed a clear sky. "Some fellow has convinced Eisenhower that there is going to be a break in the storm. I think the General just doesn't want to wait another month," the officer explained. By nightfall, Ben was on a boat with the rest of his regiment, watching the port of Plymouth disappear under a clear sky. He tried to find her window, to see the light burning there, and wondered if she was watching the largest armada ever assembled leave. When the lights of the town could no longer be seen, they all turned their attention southward, to France, to the bloodshed tomorrow would bring, and to the fight that would end the long war. I'll Be Seeing You I don't know this all happened, just that I am much better off for it. I've held a candle for you for 60 years and wish I could have been your eternal soulmate, but fate only gave me a taste of your love, but it was enough to last a lifetime. I want you to find true happiness, that is my request of you,, to keep loving as you loved me, until then as the song goes "I'll be seeing You,,," Love always, Micheal "Mick" Strenk Sergeant USMC Danielle clutched the dog tags around her neck and cried quietly....