Coming Together: At Last, Volume Two

by Alessia Brio, L. A. Banks, Bridget Midway

  One thing we never had enough of was medical help or supplies. Five babies were born in the camp that winter. Three died. So did a lot of the elderly people with influenza and pneumonia. Colonel Grayson begged for more medics and supplies. Finally, he sent out a request to town doctors to volunteer at the camps. A couple showed up and did a great job. Then the docs took word of the suffering in the camp back to townsfolk.

  It used to be kids would ride by and mock the “dirty Japs.” But then groups of women came by with blankets and any sort of supplies they could spare. Maybe it was the sight of those three baby graves in the makeshift camp cemetery that tugged at their hearts. Maybe it was because, like most of the soldiers there, they could see that a lot of regular folks like them were having a hard go of it.

  We had some suicides. The worst was a guy who got under the wire and made it to some railroad tracks. He just put his head on the rail and waited for the freight to come by.

  "How do you like that stupid Nip?” Kelso roared. “Fell asleep on the track. Hey, now he's a good Jap."

  A large group was transferred to a maximum security camp in Nevada. They had expressed an enthusiasm for Japan to win the war. Some renounced their U.S. citizenship. It rankled everyone, including most of the detainees, but I had to figure, I couldn't blame them.

  But at the same time, the draft board arrived and took about twenty-seven young guys. They went enthusiastically, and bunch of others enlisted when given the chance.

  Spring was wet but welcome, and as the weather improved, the camp kids came out looking for pick-up baseball games.

  Mickey came to me. “Hey, Donovan, some jackass took the kids’ bats and balls away. He said they were dangerous weapons or something."

  "I'll check into it."

  We got the colonel to step in, and the bats and balls were returned. Then one of the guys said we should build a diamond. By that time, the no fraternizing rule had pretty much gone by the boards. We all pitched in, except for a few hardasses like Kelso.

  Mickey supervised, then later she coached one of the kids’ teams. One day, I watched her showing a kid how to hit. She whacked one that must have landed in New Mexico. Then she whacked another. My eyes didn't follow the ball; they were glued to her breasts as they jostled under her T-shirt. Then they drank up the long, smooth line of her thighs beneath her khaki shorts.

  The guys and I had just cleared up the area around the diamond when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

  It was Mickey. “Hey, Donovan, thanks."

  It was her eyes—the way they fixed me in her gaze, promising all sorts of dark, mysterious wonder, but glinting with a mischievous sparkle. I just nodded my head. I couldn't speak.

  Spring lasted a few days—just a brief respite between winter's cold and summer's oppressive heat. The camp was hot and dusty. We bitched in our barracks, but the detainees’ barracks were worse. A few little kids with diarrhea made living inside a nightmare.

  At night, I walked the perimeter hoping to get a little relief. One night, a sentry stopped me.

  "Sarge, I think I saw some Nips sneak under the wire."

  "Where?"

  "Halfway between the towers where the scrub pine backs up to the fence."

  "Okay, keep your eye out for any more. I'll go after them."

  "Alone?"

  "Hell, it's probably a couple of kids hoping to take a dip in the stream."

  I went out a utility gate and followed the stream. About a half mile down, it pooled into a good sized swimming hole. We'd already yanked a few kids out of it. As I got closer, I heard the unmistakable sounds of splashing. I crouched behind a withered tree just as a cloud cleared the moon to reveal the shimmering body of a naked water goddess. Her head was thrown back with her arms held out from her sides. She stood out of the water, just below her deep-shadowed belly button. She held that pose for a moment, then slid back into the water.

  I winced from the suddenly tight confines around my dick. The girl emerged again from the water, backstroking to one end of the pool, then turning and breast stroking the other way. The globes of her ass shown like beacons in the moonlight.

  I sat and watched her for about twenty minutes, and caught myself trying to reach for my cock more than once. But finally, I had to put an end to her idyll.

  "Miss, you're in violation of curfew and outside the camp perimeter without authorization. Get out, get dressed, and let's go."

  "Donovan?"

  "Jesus! Mickey, is that you?"

  "How long have you been there?"

  "Ah, just got here."

  "Malarkey!"

  "Damn it! Where are your clothes? You're damned lucky I found you instead of someone like that knucklehead Kelso."

  No sooner had I said that than Kelso's voice came booming through the woods. “Who goes there? Come out, you little fuck-stick Nips."

  "Aw, shit!” I whispered and plunged into the water after Mickey.

  "Wait, my clothes!"

  "No time!” I lifted her out of the water, and we climbed out the other side of the pond. I tugged her by her left arm, and her right couldn't make up its mind whether to cover her tits or her snatch.

  We crouched behind some scrub brush. Then Kelso came bumbling through the trees. He held an M1 fixed with a bayonet. “I'll fuckin’ shoot yas and ask questions later!"

  Mickey trembled next to me, but I couldn't tell if she was scared or just chilled. We waited Kelso out, then he turned and stomped back toward the camp, but not before he stumbled over Mickey's clothes.

  He picked them up and yelled, “Ha! Try getting back bare-assed you dirty Jap whore."

  He hesitated a moment, then he left. We stood, and I turned my back and wrestled my shirt off. I held it for her, and she took it hesitantly. I waited a bit before I asked, “Are you decent?"

  She had put on the shirt, but it hung open, barely covering her breasts. I must have stood there like a jamoke with my mouth hanging open.

  All she said was, “I..."

  I didn't think about it at all. My hands slid over her hips and around the small of her back. I pulled her close and kissed her.

  My God, the way she felt in my arms! Her skin was softer than I could imagine, and her body hummed with some kind of electricity that found its way right to my cock. I kissed her again, and our tongues twirled and danced. Then she shrugged, and my shirt fell off her shoulders.

  I stood back and looked at her in the moonlight. For a brief moment, I wondered why they called Japanese yellow. She was white as snow, paler than any girl I'd ever known, and that included the red-haired colleens from the old neighborhood.

  She stepped back. “God, Donovan—are you? I mean ... aren't you..."

  "Oh, Christ! I don't have a rubber. Mickey, I ... want to..."

  We just stood a moment and said nothing. Then she picked up my shirt and put it on. It just barely covered her. She led me to a place the kids used to get in and out of the camp. None of us guys ever knew it was there.

  She slipped through the wire and turned. “I'm going swimming tomorrow night, too."

  * * * *

  The guys were excited the next day because movie night was coming up. Then the word went around camp that the colonel had canceled it. Everyone was looking at everyone else wondering who screwed the pooch and being generally surly.

  I asked permission to see Colonel Grayson to ask him why. It was hard enough keeping up the morale of guys who were itching to fight but were stuck stateside minding a bunch of mama-sans.

  "It's not a punishment,” the colonel said.

  "Yes, sir, but a lot of the guys look at it that way. Was there a problem with the film?"

  "Not with the film—the film is the problem. It's ‘Wake Island.’ I told the damned fools not to send us war movies. I had reservations about letting the men see ‘Sergeant York,’ but at least that was about fighting Germans in another war. But you're right about morale. Okay, I'll permit it in small groups just to keep a lid on things."


  That night after the movie, Kelso was regaling the guys about the “dirty Japs” again.

  "'Send more Japs.’ Did you hear that guy? We should send them all these Japs we got here, right back to Nip-land. Load ‘em all up into a B-17 and drop them on Hirohito's ugly monkey head."

  One of my younger guys piped up. “Hey, you hear about the guy in C Barracks who got the stockade for making time with one of the Japanese girls?"

  "What?” Kelso roared. “I'd just as soon kiss a nigger. They ought to shoot the son-of-a-bitch for treason. At least he couldn't have pumped her."

  "How come?"

  "Cause white guys don't have flat dicks—and you need a flat dick to fuck a Jap, on account of their twats go side-to-side instead of up-and-down, see."

  The room was silent for a second then everyone burst out laughing. The scary thing was, Kelso wasn't in on the joke. He really believed that shit.

  I told Tommy to keep a lid on things, then I went out around eleven o'clock. By then, my nightly walks were routine, and the sentries didn't pay any particular attention to where I was going. I slid though the opening Mickey had led me to the other night and made my way down the stream.

  Mickey was splashing in the pond when I got there. When she saw me, she lay back gently pedaling her legs lifting her knees out of the water.

  I stripped and jumped in. She made a break to slip away, but I caught her, and we wrestled and splashed until she slipped out of my grasp, giggling and kicking water in my face. She moved like a torpedo, but I managed to lunge and grab her above her hips. We must have made a hell of a racket. Then I caught her in a tight arm lock and she stopped giggling. I kissed her—a kiss as delicious as the one the night before.

  She broke our kiss and in between feathery pants, she whispered, “I have a blanket on the bank."

  We left the water and made our way to the blanket spread in a clearing. The moonlight was doing wondrous things to Mickey's shimmering body. My cock was standing out—almost painfully. The rubber was already in my hand. I tore the packet and rolled the condom over my pleading, weeping cock.

  Mickey took my hand and guided me onto my back, then in a one fluid motion straddled me, easing her pussy over the head of my dick. It seemed to take her forever to slide down its length, and I was seeing stars. Mickey began to swivel her hips and piston her body. Her head was slightly thrown back as she licked her lips, eyes closed.

  He breasts swayed with each motion, and she moaned musically. I wished I could fuck her without the rubber.

  Then she shuddered, held her breath, and then shuddered again. She bent forward until her breasts touched my chest and her long, wet hair draped around my shoulders. I was still hard and deep inside her. Gently rolling with her until we swapped positions, I resumed my thrusts, building speed and straining to penetrate her as deeply as I could. She was making squeaks and little cries as I drilled my cock into her tight channel. Her inner muscles grasped and kneaded me until I launched my fluids into the rubber. I wished I had filled her with them instead.

  I had never been so thoroughly fucked out in my life. I practically collapsed on top of her, then I snuggled her in my arms.

  We dozed, alternately waking and kissing. I made love to her nipples with my lips and stroked the coarse dark patch that adorned her pussy. We lay there until the sky turned pink, then hurried back to camp. I'd committed a court-martial offense, and that was just jake with me.

  * * * *

  Mickey and I met every chance we could at the pond. Tommy knew something was up, but he kept it to himself. None of the other guys suspected anything.

  Another batch of kids from the camp reached enlistment age, and everyone signed up. A lot of the guys in the outfit were becoming resentful, fueled by the ever louder ravings of Kelso.

  "Shit, you got real Americans right here who want to get into this fight, and what do they do? Take these damned Nips and leave us here to mind their bug-eating mamas. They'll probably shoot our guys in the back the first chance they get."

  Most everyone thought Kelso was a little crazy, if not a whole lot crazy, but what worried me was they were beginning to listen to him, and giving in to their own frustrations. Tommy kept telling me I had to knock some heads to keep them in line, but my mind was on a swimming hole and a girl who was taking me all kinds of magical places.

  It was almost midnight when I headed for the barracks door. The other guys were asleep, but Tommy came after me.

  "It ain't none of my business, Sean, but you gotta start taking care of business. These guys are ready to pop and—damn, if word gets out that you've been—you know, with Mickey..."

  "Jesus, Tommy, she's not the goddamned enemy. None of these people are."

  "Hey, I know that. If things were different ... If we weren't at fucking war, I'd say good luck to both of you, but damn it ... you're juggling gasoline with a cigarette lighter."

  He was right. I patted his arm and nodded, as if that was reassurance I could avoid a mess.

  I went out and made my way to the pond. Mickey was waiting on the bank. She hadn't even been swimming. I waded across, and before she could speak, I began to strip her. She was tight and hesitant. In frustration, I tugged her T-shirt off and kissed her tits. But she pushed me away.

  "What? What's the matter?"

  Tears poured from her eyes. “Damn it, Donovan. You're my jailer. My family and I are someplace we don't deserve to be, and you're helping to keep us here. And what am I doing? Screwing you like some ... some whore."

  I felt like I was kicked in the heart. “How can you say that? Who's been telling you such nonsense?"

  "It's just ... I guess I've been thinking, that's all. I applied to an outfit of women pilots. They'll be used to ferry aircraft from factories to debarkation ports, maybe even all the way to Europe. But they turned me down right off the bat, because I'm a Jap, and because I'm on some damned watch list."

  "I'm sorry, Mickey, but you can't blame me..."

  "It's not you, Sean. It's this whole damned thing. I'm as good an American as you or anyone, and so are my folks and my brothers. So, what did I do to get put in jail, huh? Because my eyes look different?"

  "But, Mickey..."

  "I like you Sean, I may even love you, but I can't do this anymore, not while you're my ... keeper."

  I couldn't help but admire her pride. It shone in her eyes, even in the way her little breasts perked up. I pulled her close and she cried into my shoulder.

  "Goddamned fucking traitor!"

  I turned and stood between Mickey and the voice I hated so well. Kelso had found us. Worse than that, he was holding an M1 and swaying on his feet. He was three-goddamned-sheets-to-the-wind.

  "Lousy Jap lover! I'm marching you and your little Nip slut to the stockade, Donovan, you lousy prick, you fucking Jap cunt-licker."

  "Kelso, you're drunk. Drop the weapon."

  Instead, he aimed. “Better idea, I shoot the little yellow cunt, then I shoot you for helping her escape. Maybe they'll give me a medal."

  His thoughts of homicidal glory ended with a loud metallic thunk. Tommy Gennaro hit him over the head with his steel pot. Kelso was out like a light.

  I snatched up Mickey's T-shirt and like a gentleman, Tommy turned his back while she put it on.

  "Sean, Kelso's going to tell Grayson no matter what. Better you and I tell him first, huh?"

  Tommy was right. We humped it back to camp with the unconscious Kelso. Then I woke up the colonel and told him what happened and what had been happening with me and Mickey. He sent me back to the barracks and ordered me to stay put.

  It was late afternoon when I was finally summoned to the colonel's office. I was shown into his private office, and the door closed behind me. I was looking for another officer to witness the formal charges, but it was just me and the Old Man.

  "Sergeant, you're a good soldier, you know how to handle men, you're intelligent. How the hell did you let yourself do something so damned stupid?"

  "No excu
se, Sir. But, she's not like any girl I ever..."

  "Yes, yes, Miss Yamura is a force of nature, but damn, you've put me in a difficult situation."

  "I understand, sir. Kelso..."

  "Forget Kelso."

  "Beg your pardon, Sir?"

  "Kelso's getting his wish. He's going to fight. I just signed his transfer papers."

  "Oh..."

  "You and Gennaro are, too."

  "What?"

  "That's right. They need you. I'm releasing about twenty men to combat units. Kelso won't say a thing, and you and Miss Yamura will go your separate ways."

  "But, Sir, Mickey ... I mean, Miss Yamura deserves a chance, too. She's a loyal American, Sir, so are all of these folks."

  "Don't you think I know that?” The old man pushed a buzzer and a second later, his aide peeked through the door.

  "Send in Miss Yamura."

  Mickey entered the office and gave me a sidelong glance.

  "Colonel Grayson, I'm so sorry to cause this trouble, but..."

  The colonel raised his hand and cut her short. “Miss Yamura, I don't have a lot of juice in this man's Army, otherwise I wouldn't be at this camp. But I pulled what few strings are available to me. I've approved you for the Women's Auxiliary Air Unit."

  I thought she would jump out of her skin. “What?"

  "Congratulations, Michiko. You'll get a chance to fly them all: Lightnings, Wildcats, even B-17s."

  Mickey nearly bowled him over when she rushed to kiss him. The colonel acted like a flustered dad.

  The colonel dismissed us with orders to keep our distance until we left camp, but we arranged to meet one night behind some supply shacks.

  Mickey didn't say much. We just held each other and kissed. Then Mickey looked into my eyes for a moment before she kneeled and worked loose my belt buckle, then drew down my fly. She reached into my pants, and her silky soft hands closed around my cock. She licked the tip and then took it into her mouth.

  It wasn't something that nice girls did in those days, so I understood what a special gift it was. Her tongue swirled, setting off charges of electricity that meandered the length of me. I lost all sense of the outside world and gave myself up to the sensations. Then a steady flow of fluid roared out of me.