Love on Liberty

by Mj Williamz

  “I’m having a great time,” Dolly managed. “How are you?”

  She felt Captain Finley’s intense focus on her eyes. She knew they were bloodshot. She had to hold it together and not let him know she was stoned.

  “Are you waiting for a table?” he said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “So are we. Do you mind if we join you?”

  Dolly swallowed hard. She was fighting tears. But how could she explain that to her C.O.?

  “Please do.”

  “And who is your lovely friend?” Captain Finley asked.

  “This is Tommy,” Dolly said, grateful to have his attention off her. “Tommy, this is Captain Finley, my commanding officer.”

  Tommy extended a hand.

  “Nice to meet you, sir.”

  Dolly held her breath, waiting to see if Tommy would go off about the war. But she was playing it cool. She appreciated that.

  “Nice to meet you, too. Now, what are you ladies drinking?”

  “Red wine for me and Tommy drinks bourbon.”

  “Bourbon?” He raised his eyebrows. “That’s quite a drink for a young lady such as yourself.”

  Dolly knew Tommy was using every ounce of self-control to keep her composure. She watched her bristle slightly and hoped Finley didn’t notice.

  “It’s the first booze I ever tried,” Tommy said. “I was hooked immediately.”

  “And just how old were you when you first tried booze?” Captain Finley said.

  Tommy laughed.

  “I think I’ll just decide not to answer that question.”

  Captain Finley walked up to the bar and came back with their drinks.

  “So, what have you been doing on liberty, Samson?”

  Dolly fought hard to concentrate. She was starting to feel the same fog she’d felt the previous night. She just wanted to relax into it. But Finley was talking to her. She knew she’d have to form sentences. It wasn’t going to be easy, but she tried.

  “Mostly touristy things,” she said.

  “Like what?”

  “We went to the zoo one day,” she managed. “And to some museums another.”

  “Oh, that sounds nice. What kinds of museums?”

  “We went to one about naval history.”

  “Fascinating. And good for you. It’s important to know our history. I’m impressed, Samson.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “What did you see that interested you?” he said.

  Dolly fought through the fog and struggled to stay focused. What had she seen? That should be easy to answer.

  “The World War II exhibit.”

  “Ah, yes. Some of our most shining times. At least for the navy that survived Pearl Harbor.”

  “Yes, sir,” Dolly said.

  The hostess arrived and thankfully took them to their table. Dolly sat and couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. She was so relieved to be away from her Captain Finley, but the whole ordeal had been too much. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  “Baby? What’s wrong?” Tommy said.

  “That was scary.” Dolly wiped away tears. They threatened to come harder and faster, but she fought to keep them at a trickle.

  “It’s okay, Dolly. They can’t even see us from where they’re sitting. There’s no need to worry anymore. You did fine. Relax, okay?”

  Dolly nodded. She was just so relieved to have lived through that. She couldn’t believe Captain Finley was at the same restaurant she was. And she was stoned! Suddenly, the tears changed to tears of laughter. She had been stoned in front of Captain Finley and had gotten away with it.

  “Dolly? Try to hold it together,” Tommy said.

  “I can’t. It was too precious.”

  Tommy stared at her, but soon joined in.

  “See? It feels good to laugh, doesn’t it?” Dolly said.

  “Yes. But we look like we’re stoned.”

  “We are.”

  “People don’t need to know that,” Tommy said.

  “I’m sorry,” Dolly said. “Not really, but I’ll try to be.”

  “Try to be sorry?”

  “Try not to act stoned.”

  “You’re not making a lot of sense,” Tommy said.

  “That’s okay,” Dolly said. “Let’s order.”

  Dolly was famished. She wanted one of everything on the menu.

  “Oh my God. It all looks so good,” she said.

  “Of course. You’ve got the munchies. Order anything you’d like.”

  Dolly took a slice of bread and spread a generous amount of butter on it. She took a bite and swallowed it quickly.

  “Oh my God, this bread is to die for.”

  “You’re going to think anything tastes excellent at this point,” Tommy said.

  “Right on.”

  “Have you decided what you want for dinner?”

  “Surf and turf.”

  Tommy laughed.

  “Are you sure you’ll be able to eat all that?” she said.

  “Sure. No problem.”

  “I’m sure you think so now, but there’s no way.”

  Dolly was bummed. She really wanted the surf and turf.

  “But you said I could have whatever I wanted,” she said.

  “And you can. Oh, I’m not saying you can’t have it. I’m just saying you’ll never be able to eat that much, no matter how hungry you feel right now.” Tommy smiled. “I’ll get you whatever you want. I’d never deprive you.”

  “Great.” Dolly smiled. “I’m excited. I’ve never had that before and I swear I could eat half a cow right now.”

  “Me, too,” Tommy said. “Maybe I’ll have the same.”

  The waitress came and they ordered. Tommy also asked for another basket of bread, since Dolly had emptied the first one.

  “I kind of like feeling this way when I’m just allowed to feel,” Dolly said.

  “You mean when you don’t have to hold it together in front of your C.O.?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Well, good. Relax and enjoy the buzz now.”

  Dolly did as she was told. She let herself listen to the conversations going on around her, until they lost their meaning and simply became static in the background. Then she stared at Tommy. She focused on her rugged features, her soft hair that she kept in a braid down her back, and her hands. She loved Tommy’s hands. Her fingers were long and talented. The thought made her blush.

  “What?” Tommy said.

  “What what?”

  “You’re blushing. Why?”

  Dolly felt the heat on her cheeks but couldn’t stop it. It only deepened. She couldn’t tell Tommy what she’d been thinking. The idea was preposterous. She started laughing at the thought. She laughed harder and harder. Soon she could barely breathe.

  “Are you okay?” Tommy laughed with her, then said quietly. “You seem like you’ve lost it. Can you bring it back together?”

  Dolly heard Tommy’s voice through the fog. It sounded distant. She was laughing, too. Everything was groovy, but Tommy sounded concerned, too. What did that mean?

  “Huh?” Dolly said.

  “Come back,” Tommy said. “Here comes the waitress with our food.”

  “Okay.” Dolly took a deep breath. “I can do this.”

  It wasn’t easy. She wanted to bust out laughing again. Everything was funny. But she couldn’t get them in trouble, so she held her breath and stared at the table.

  “Here’s yours, medium rare.” The waitress set her dinner in front of her.

  “Thank you,” Dolly mumbled. She knew if she tried to say anything more, she’d start laughing like a hyena again. She could feel the laughter bubbling up inside her and fought to hold it together.

  “And here’s yours, well done,” she said to Tommy.

  When she walked off, Dolly exhaled. She giggled slightly.

  “If you keep laughing,” Tommy said, “you’ll choke on your dinner.”

  “I know. I know,” Dolly said. “I’m tryi
ng.”

  They ate their dinner in a relaxed silence. Dolly managed not to burst out laughing as she devoured the most delicious meal she’d ever had. The steak was cooked and seasoned perfectly, and the lobster was succulent. She finished every bite and sat back with a satisfied stomach.

  “You look happy,” Tommy said.

  “Oh my God. That was delicious.”

  “Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m kind of surprised you ate the whole thing.”

  “You did, too,” Dolly said.

  “Yes, I did. And I don’t have any regrets.”

  “Can we get dessert?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “I’m craving something sweet,” Dolly said.

  “If you’re craving it, we shall have it.”

  They split a piece of chocolate mousse cake. Dolly thought it was the best cake she’d ever had. She had to force herself not to lick the plate.

  Tommy paid the bill and they walked back to the motel. The cool sea breeze sobered Dolly somewhat, but not completely. She was able to simply enjoy the buzz without the crazy urge to giggle. She liked the buzz.

  “I could get used to the buzz,” she said.

  “Yeah? It’s nice isn’t it?”

  “It is. The uncontrollable urge to laugh isn’t much fun in public, but the nice, easy buzz feels good.”

  “Good. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

  They got to the motel and Tommy let them in. Dolly liked how chivalrous Tommy was. She always held the door open for her and did little things like that. Dolly really appreciated it.

  “You’re such a sweetheart,” Dolly said.

  “How so?”

  “You just are. I really like you.”

  “So now you only like me?” Tommy teased her.

  “No. I love you.”

  “Show me.”

  Dolly stepped into Tommy’s arms and laced her arms around her neck. She moved closer and pulled Tommy down for a kiss.

  “That was nice,” Tommy said.

  Nice? Dolly was tingling all over.

  “It was better than nice.”

  “Yes, it was. And I want more.”

  Tommy pulled her back for another long, slow kiss that made Dolly’s toes curl. Every nerve in her body was on alert. She felt Tommy trying to pull away, but wouldn’t let her. She needed this kiss to never end.

  But end it finally did, leaving Dolly breathless and yearning for more. She knew Tommy would give her much, much more. She sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. Tommy sat beside her and held her hand. Dolly was amazed how much comfort she could get from that simple gesture. Everything Tommy did was just right.

  “I love you so much,” Dolly said.

  “I love you, too.”

  Tommy kissed her again, and Dolly leaned backward until she was lying flat on her back. She spread her legs, begging Tommy to touch her, even through her clothes. Tommy kept on kissing her as she ran her hand all over Dolly’s body, setting off sparks of electricity everywhere she touched.

  “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Tommy said.

  Dolly was happy to oblige. She was up and undressed in no time at all.

  “Someone’s in a hurry,” Tommy said.

  “I need you so bad.”

  “I need you, too, baby. And I’m going to have you.”

  Tommy pulled Dolly onto the bed and kissed her so hard Dolly thought surely her mouth would bruise. She kissed her back with every ounce of pent up passion she was feeling. She was getting wet. She could feel her clit swell. No one affected her the way Tommy did.

  Once again, Dolly spread her legs for Tommy. She took Tommy’s hand and placed it between her legs. She was still stoned, so feelings were magnified. She was a hormonal mess and needed relief soon. Relief only Tommy could give her.

  She rubbed against Tommy’s hand, reveling in the feeling.

  “Do it, baby,” Tommy said. “Do what you need.”

  Dolly was suddenly embarrassed, feeling wanton in her actions.

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  “Don’t be. I love a woman who knows what she wants. Keep goin’. I’m here, baby. It’s my hand, after all.”

  Dolly was too embarrassed to continue. She released her grip on Tommy’s hand and rolled away.

  “Still. I’ll let you do what you want,” she said.

  “I just want you to feel good. That’s all that matters to me.”

  “I do feel good, Tommy. I always feel good with you.”

  “Groovy. Now get over here and let me have my way with you.”

  Dolly moved next to Tommy again. She opened her legs and welcomed Tommy’s hand again. This time she let Tommy do whatever she wanted, and what she wanted was clearly to please Dolly.

  She felt Tommy over her, on her and in her. She arched her hips, moving along with Tommy. They fell into a familiar rhythm, and Dolly once again felt herself floating outside her body. It wasn’t scary. It was rather nice. She loved watching Tommy make love to her. It was beautiful to behold.

  Suddenly, she crashed back into her body as the pressure at her core built to a fever pitch. She closed her eyes and focused all her attention on that pressure, on the pulsating need she was feeling. Finally, the tension broke loose and she rode a series of orgasms, one right after another.

  “Oh my God,” she said when she caught her breath. “That was mind-blowing.”

  “Good, baby. I want always to blow your mind.”

  “You always do.”

  Dolly rolled over on top of Tommy.

  “Do you understand how much I really do love you?” she said.

  “I suppose here is where you show me again?”

  “You’d better believe it.”

  Dolly kissed Tommy hard on her mouth. She kissed down her cheek to her neck, where she nibbled and sucked softly. She moved her mouth lower and took one of her nipples in her mouth. She lovingly ran her tongue over the tip of it as she sucked it deep. She moved her hand between Tommy’s legs and felt how aroused she was.

  She easily slid inside Tommy and stroked her deep.

  “More, baby. Give me more.”

  “Are you sure?” Dolly wasn’t very experienced when it came to sex, and the idea of slipping another finger inside Tommy scared her.

  “Positive, baby. Give me more.”

  Dolly slid another finger in her and continued to thrust. Tommy moaned, which encouraged her to keep doing what she was. Tommy grabbed her wrist and held it tight while she plunged in and out. Dolly felt Tommy’s insides tremble and knew she was close. She stepped up her speed and then Tommy’s closed almost painfully around her fingers just as she cried out.

  “That was intense,” Tommy said.

  “It really was. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

  “Good. I like being the first for you. In some things anyway.”

  “I like it, too. You introduce me to all sorts of fun new things.”

  “Baby,” Tommy said. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

  Chapter Ten

  Tommy awoke the next morning, her need for Dolly as great as the night before. Dolly was still asleep, but moaned lightly when Tommy moved. Tommy smiled to herself as she thought of other moans she’d be hearing soon.

  She carefully climbed between Dolly’s legs, making sure she didn’t wake her. Not yet. She would soon enough. She ran her hands over the soft flesh of Dolly’s inner thighs. They were so silky smooth, and Tommy moved lower to rest her cheek on one thigh. Dolly stirred again, but quickly settled back to stillness. Tommy stared at the beauty that was between Dolly’s legs until she couldn’t stand it any longer. She dipped her head to taste her.

  Lovingly, she dragged her tongue over every inch. She reveled in the unique flavor that was Dolly. She wanted to please her, to take her to the next level, but she also just wanted to enjoy her, to taste her and savor her. So she slowly moved her tongue over the length of her, tasting her muskiness, her sweet and salty areas. She could
have stayed there all day.

  Dolly moved again and Tommy stopped, not sure she was ready for Dolly to wake up yet.

  “Tommy?” Dolly said.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “What are you doing?”

  “What’s it feel like?” Tommy said.

  “I thought I was dreaming.”

  “Nope, it’s real.”

  “Okay then,” Dolly said, “Don’t let me stop you.”

  Tommy laughed and went back to her feast. She licked and sucked with greater fervor now. Knowing Dolly was awake drove her desire to please her ahead of her own enjoyment of her. She moved her tongue as deep inside Dolly as it would go. She lapped at the satin walls and tasted the extra juices that were now pouring out.

  She licked her way to Dolly’s clit, which she sucked in between her lips. The morsel felt very slick and warm. She swore she could feel it pulsating.

  Tommy was getting more aroused by the moment. Nothing turned her on more than making love to Dolly. Dolly was so responsive, so knowledgeable, yet inexperienced. She was the perfect sex mate. Tommy pushed any thoughts about Dolly leaving soon out of her mind and continued to please her.

  Dolly had her hand on the back of Tommy’s head, pressing her face against her. Tommy found it hard to breathe but never missed a beat. She ran her tongue over Dolly’s clit and tasted the special flavor that resided there. She was getting dizzy with her own need as she worked harder and harder on Dolly until Dolly screamed loud enough to wake the dead as she came all over Tommy’s face.

  Tommy moved her tongue all over her own face, lapping up the remnants of Dolly’s orgasm.

  “You taste delicious,” she said.

  “Come here and share.”

  Tommy was happy to oblige and lay patiently as Dolly kissed all over her face.

  “I love you,” Tommy said.

  “I love you, too.”

  “That’s a groovy thing.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  Tommy pulled Dolly close and held her against her. She had hoped that would quell some of her desire, but the feel of Dolly’s large breasts pressed into her made her clit feel like it could explode on its own. She sat there stroking Dolly’s hair, trying to think of anything but her own need.

  “You are so sweet to want to hold me,” Dolly said.

  “I love you.”

  “I know. But I can’t let you hold me. Not yet. Not until I repay you.”