Forever, Blue Eyes

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Johnny reciprocated with a lusty plunder of her mouth. Good God he tasted so good Betsy wanted the kiss to go on forever. She heard herself whimper with regret as he broke the kiss but loved the way he gazed down at her as he traced her lips with his fingertip.

  “Has anyone ever told you what an appealing mouth you have, blue eyes?” He spoke in a hypnotic whisper that made her insides go all warm and liquid. “So soft,” he said, “sensuous, and always ready to smile.” Johnny captured her mouth in a warm, wet kiss full of hope and promise. As he deepened the kiss she almost felt drugged, becoming happily lost in the deeply erotic feel of his tongue dancing with hers. “It’s not just pretty,” he whispered as their lips parted again, “it’s delicious too. Just the way I imagine every luscious inch of you is.”

  Dazed in a thick fog of desire, Betsy allowed herself to be led to her bedroom by him like a sleepwalker. Never having slept with a man on a first date before, internal signs of warning and guilt began to surface. Logically, she knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but logic be damned. Consciously blocking out impending feelings of self-reproach, Betsy mentally prepared herself for a night she felt certain she’d remember for the rest of her life.

  Chapter Two

  Johnny unzipped Betsy’s blue wool dress and it pooled at her feet. She cast a look at his face from underneath her lashes as she stepped out of it and reached down to pull her full slip over her head. The way he gaped at her, swallowing hard as his gaze washed over her bra, panties, garter belt and nylons, sent a flurry of quivers through her system, lodging deep in her belly.

  “You’re more beautiful than any pinup, Betsy, Lana Turner and Betty Grable included. I’m taking a memory photograph of the way you look right now so I can carry it close to my heart no matter where I am.”

  At the subtle reminder that their time together would be too short, Betsy’s heart skipped a beat. She ran trembling fingertips across the manly stubble on his strong jaw, making her own memory snapshot of his sexy mouth, and the glimmer in his gorgeous eyes.

  When his gaze fell on her bra her breasts suddenly felt heavy and tight, needy for his mouth. Cupping one of her breasts with his hand Johnny smoothed his thumb over the nipple while the fingers of his other hand threaded through her hair.

  “The color of cinnamon,” he whispered. “Soft and silky. Just the way I knew it would be.” He bent and sniffed her hair. “Gee, that’s nice. You smell like spring flowers. That’s what I wish we could do, Betsy. Be together sprawled out on the grass in a big bright field of flowers under the warm sunshine.”

  “Someplace where there is no war or fear or hatred and we could hold each other in our arms for—” Betsy caught herself before uttering the word forever. Johnny would think she was certifiably crazy if he knew how strongly she felt about him already. The last thing she wanted to do was to scare him off before she had the chance to be with him—to spend one glorious night of passion with him.

  “Forever,” he said, completing her sentence. “I feel it too, Betsy. Almost from the moment our gazes first met. You’re the one, baby. The one I’ve been searching for my entire life.” He eased her onto the bed, kneeling next to her as he unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his trousers. “I-I know it sounds crazy, but I think I’m in love with you, blue eyes. And I swear to God almighty that’s not just a line to get into your pants tonight. I mean it. I’ve never, ever said that to any other woman before. Fact is, I never thought I’d hear myself say it to any woman.”

  Somewhere deep down, she wanted to believe him. Hell, she did believe him. Betsy snaked her hands beneath his khaki-colored undershirt, hiking it up over his chest. Her fingers delighted in exploring his hard belly and the sculpted planes of his pectorals. “I believe you, Johnny. And maybe it is nutty, but I feel the same way. It’s like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

  In the matter of moments they were both fully undressed, except for Betsy’s garter belt and stockings. Marveling at the size of his cock, she instinctively moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. It was much bigger than the two she’d previously encountered. She’d enjoyed the closeness of sex before but there had never really been anything special or out of the ordinary like some of the things the more experienced Nancy and Linda had told her about. No fireworks. Somehow she knew tonight would be different. Fireworks, sparklers, rockets, stars, stripes and the whole brass band—they were all just around the corner. She could feel it.

  Johnny kissed the soft valley between her breasts and the hollow at the base of her throat. “I love you. I really like the sound of those words. I want to spend every spare moment we can together before I ship out, Betsy.” He kissed her again, licking her everywhere, her throat, her breasts, her belly…between her thighs.

  Near giddy with pleasure and expectation, she muffled a ripple of laughter and surprised delight as Johnny’s tongue delved between her pussy lips. Strong hands massaged her hips and wound their way to her breasts, squeezing and kneading. He pinched her nipples at the same instant his tongue flicked over something that just about sent her through the roof.

  “My God, Johnny…what are you doing?”

  “Pleasuring your clitoris.”

  “My what?”

  Popping his head up to answer, she saw that Johnny’s eyes were heavy-lidded with passion and something else. Possession. They soon focused a bit more and his brow furrowed. “Betsy, honey, is this your first time?”

  “Well, no, but I…” She felt her cheeks color. “Well, I mean I’ve never…um, no one has ever…”

  “No one else has ever tasted your sweetest meat before. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Betsy just nodded. “Good, I’m glad. Let me tell you that it’s an honor to be the first.” Johnny grinned. “Have you ever had an orgasm?” His head disappeared between her legs again.

  “Me? No. Ooh…” She swallowed hard. “I didn’t think women could have…mmm, oh—” Whatever he was doing with his tongue was making everything inside her go so haywire she couldn’t think straight. Betsy fisted the bedspread, clinging to it for dear life. An overwhelming feeling like none she’d experienced before was on the verge of consuming her. It was wonderful. It was frightening. It was… “Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, dear God! You’d better stop, Johnny, I think something is wrong. You…you triggered something down there and I think I’m dying.”

  Johnny came up long enough to say, “Just hang on and enjoy the ride, blue eyes. You’re not dying but before too long I promise you’ll be getting an up close glimpse of heaven. Just try to relax while I take you there.” And he went back to work, licking and nibbling that curious spot while he pinched and tugged on her aching nipples.

  Before she could stop herself, Betsy bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against Johnny’s eager mouth. She should probably be feeling ashamed for being so brazen but the only sensation that mattered right now was that wild electrical charge Johnny had ignited between her thighs and the way it was stampeding through her entire nervous system. More…she wanted more. Rising in the distance was the sound of that brass band—or was it a fleet of heavenly trumpets? And the fireworks. She could almost see them now.

  Heat seared through her when Johnny’s tongue plunged inside her pussy. In and out and then back and forth over the tiny, sensitive little bud until she thought she’d scream. Fisting his thick head of hair, Betsy held on as he took her soaring to sizzling new heights. Just when she felt certain she couldn’t take it anymore, when she found herself teetering precariously on the edge of reason, she heard herself cry out. It was there, all of it. The horns, the sparkles, the stars, the angels and so much more. And right there in the midst of it all was the wonderful, generous man who’d delivered her to this unparalleled destination.

  It was without question the most astounding, breath-stealing occurrence she’d ever experienced.

  Somewhere, sometime, somehow when she’d finally regained her senses she murmured, “Thank you, Johnny,” surprised at the emotion that choked her.


  Johnny scooped her into his arms, kissing her tenderly and then whispering at her ear, “Merry Christmas, blue eyes.”

  Chapter Three

  “I just never had any idea,” Betsy said. “I mean, my girlfriends and I have talked, but I’ve just never heard anything about…well, about anything like this, Johnny. Guess I must have lived a more sheltered life than I’d imagined.” Still on her back, Betsy stretched, reaching her arms toward the headboard and wiggling her fingers.

  “You look delicious all stretched out like that,” Johnny said, licking her from her bellybutton to one nipple, blithely swirling the tip of his tongue there until her flesh responded.

  “I feel, oh, I don’t know…reborn,” Betsy declared, loving the feel of him licking and nibbling at her breast. “Yes, that’s it, I feel reborn, brand new. It’s like you flipped a switch inside of me and brought me fully to life.”

  “With my talented tongue.” Johnny winked and straddled her. “I never imagined I could find such enjoyment watching a woman climax. Your pale skin got all rosy and you practically glowed, Betsy. And when you looked at me it was with a zeal I’ve never seen in a woman’s eyes before. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “And you made it happen,” Betsy reminded him.

  “I sure did.” Johnny licked his lips. “Boy, your sweetmeat tastes good, blue eyes. Like beer, wine, whiskey, honey and salt, all mixed together.”

  Betsy frowned. “Oh…that really doesn’t sound like a very good recipe.”

  “Taste is subjective. Those are some of my favorite things, so as far as I’m concerned, I just enjoyed a sumptuous feast.” He gave a bright smile. “Ready for act two?” He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them with his knees.

  “Is this the act where I get to return the favor? Because I sure would like to have the chance to lick every hot, hard, solid inch of you, Johnny.” She propped herself on her elbows to get a better look. “Mmm, starting with that impressive cock down there that’s saluting at attention.”

  “Nope. Act two is where I get to feel myself high and deep inside you.” He waved the condom packet he’d retrieved from his wallet.

  “No, wait,” Betsy said, grasping his knee. “At least let me touch you before you put that on. I want to see what you feel like.”

  “You’re not seriously expecting an argument from me are you?” Johnny winked.

  Betsy got up on her knees and moved toward him. Cupping her hand over his cock, she feathered her fingers across its length, watching it bob in response. Looking up at Johnny’s eyes, she stroked his shaft hard a few times as he watched. She liked the feel of him, rigid yet supple at the same time. With the fingers of her other hand she traced the thin trail of dark hair leading from his navel to his groin. He had a magnificent form, one she’d be content to explore for hours. Eyeing his response to her touch she felt her body heating, growing agreeably moist in anticipation of feeling him inside her.

  “Come closer,” Johnny said, a devilish gleam in his eyes. His cock still firmly clenched in her hand, Betsy knee-walked closer. “Open your legs,” he demanded, and she did.

  He thrust two fingers up into her, bathing his hand with the resulting gush of her juices. Sliding two more fingers inside her pussy and working them hard and fast enough to make Betsy see stars, Johnny added to her pleasurable torment by massaging her clit with his thumb in slow, splendid circles. She pumped his cock hard in response.

  Just before she felt as if she’d detonate and glimpse rockets and fireworks discharging again, Johnny’s hand slipped away and he stilled hers on his shaft. Uttering a mournful whimper her tensed muscles relaxed.

  After expelling a long ragged breath he smiled “The next time you come, blue eyes, it’s going to be when I’m inside you.”

  “Oh, now that was cruel,” she teased. “Well, two can play at that game, soldier boy.” Not giving Johnny a moment to think, Betsy swooped in and took his cock between her teeth, scraping it gently. He let out a groan when her lips covered him. He was too big to take fully into her mouth but she swirled her tongue around his shaft, finishing at the tip where she lapped up the salty droplets of pre-cum. As Johnny drew deep tattered breaths, she got into her previous position, flat on the bed, beaming a wicked smile up at him. “Okay. I’m ready now, Johnny. And, by the way, you’re delicious.”

  Fingers fumbling, he rolled on the condom. “Wicked and wonderful,” he said, chuckling and kneading the flesh of her thighs before working his way up to her hips and belly. “You have the most gorgeous, womanly body. Soft, pliable, round and curvy. And, God, look at those breasts. Like lush, ripe fruit.” He reached up and squeezed them, flicking the tips with his thumbs and causing her nipples to bead and crinkle in response. “Not to be coarse, blue eyes, but you’re like my wildest wet dream come to life.”

  Betsy studied Johnny for a long moment as he played with her body, apparently enjoying the heck out of it. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  He looked up at her with surprise. “Of course I am, why?”

  “So you don’t think I’m too—”

  “Please.” Johnny held up his hand. “Don’t even say it, okay? What is it with women? You’re all concerned with getting skinny. Betsy, listen to me, you’re not fat by any stretch of the imagination. You’re a woman in full bloom. Ripened and round and sexy as hell. You look the way women are supposed to look.”

  “My God, Johnny, where have you been all my life?” Betsy laughed.

  “Searching for you,” he said, passion darkening his eyes. “Not some stick-figure excuse for a woman, Betsy. Not some sharp-boned fragile girl or some wispy female who could be carried off in a breeze. I’ve been searching for an honest-to-goodness goddess, Betsy. For you.”

  With one quick thrust his cock was inside her, filling her completely. She’d been wrong. She hadn’t been reborn after he’d licked her to a screaming climax earlier, she’d just been primed for the main attraction. The big event. And this was it. Now…now she was complete. She squirmed and moaned, fully certain she’d never be the same again.

  “Feel that?” Johnny asked, slipping out partially and plunging into her depths even harder. “That’s a perfect union. That’s the feel of a man’s cock sliding into the pussy of a woman whose body was designed just for him.”

  Her breasts bobbed with each forceful ram. Oh yes, Betsy felt it, all right. She knew exactly what Johnny meant. It was as if they were two lost puzzle pieces who’d finally found each other—and now they were joined, whole, complete. She wished she could respond with more than just a panting nod but her mind was swirling with erotic sensations too intense to speak. Arousal made her nipples peak in painful points, desperate for his touch. As if reading her thoughts, Johnny’s hands were on her breasts, pinching, twisting and pulling until she writhed beneath him.

  “You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice descending to a seductive murmur. He rocked his hips as she did the same, in perfect unison. “I can feel every little vibration, every tiny quiver inside your body as I drive into you.”

  As he spoke, Betsy raked her nails up his strong thighs, his ass cheeks and up his back and arms, relishing the feel of his muscles bunching and cording as he moved. “I’ve never responded to anyone else like this, Johnny. No one has ever made me feel like this before—not even close. It’s like I can feel you clear down to my soul.”

  “I think you’re the other half of my soul,” he breathed out. “You complete me, Betsy.”

  “Yes…soul mates,” she agreed, amazed that any of this was really happening and terrified it was all some wonderful, fantastical dream she awaken from any moment.

  Johnny’s thrusts became more insistent, almost fierce and her body responded accordingly, trickling warm dribbles of cream from her pussy. Aware of a finite mix of pain and pleasure so faultless, so blissful it was almost unbearable, Betsy moaned. As he pumped his cock fast and hard she watch
ed the muscles of his chest flex and tighten and she felt the muscles in his legs contracting. Johnny’s concentrated gaze was near animalistic, primal and her heart began to race. Grand sensations mounted, intensifying with each breath. Her swollen, sensitive clitoris strummed, pulling her insides taut until she felt like a violin string ready to burst free at the next stroke of the bow.

  With Johnny’s next thrust she did, indeed, shatter and he came right along with her, groaning incoherent mutterings of passion. Amid raw grabs and squeezes they hollered out the unbridled joy of their releases before falling quiet in a limp, sated heap.

  The feel of Johnny’s hard body slumped over her was almost as good as the feel of him pummeling inside her. Betsy felt safe, protected…loved—infinitely satisfied and complete.

  Chapter Four

  The next day brought the couple eminently closer. Verbally, emotionally and sexually they made optimum use of every moment they had together before it was time for Johnny to leave.

  Striving not to let her fears encroach on the time they had left, Betsy forced thoughts about Johnny’s impending departure to the far recesses of her mind. After all, now that she’d found her true soul mate, God couldn’t be so cruel as to take him from her forever. Johnny would be back. He had to be back.

  The night of December twenty-third, as Johnny cradled Betsy in his arms after making love to her, he whispered in her ear, “The time’s gone by so fast. Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve. Our last day together, sweetheart.”

  Betsy gazed up at him, determined not to let the tears begin because she was afraid she’d never be able to stop them. “I just wish I knew where they were sending you, Johnny.”

  “I know, me too.” He stroked her hair, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “But it’s SOP, Betsy, standard operating procedure, not to tell the troops where they’re heading during wartime. All I know is that I have to be at the train station at a particular time and what happens from there is anybody’s guess.”