Mickey stood, licking at the corners of her mouth where my cum still drooled down to her chin. I kissed her, tasting her and myself.
"I wanted to do something ... special for you,” she said.
We kissed again, and I held her a long time. Finally, she slipped through my arms.
"Goodbye, Donovan."
I never saw her again.
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A few days later, we were in Fort Dix, New Jersey, and from there it was on to North Africa, Sicily and Italy, where Tommy met up with a few of his relatives. I got myself a field commission to lieutenant. Otherwise, Italy was a nut-busting, ass-breaking slog up one mountain, and then up another, fighting every goddamned inch.
I remember when we blundered right into an SS Panzer division and got chewed up pretty good. That's the fight in which Tommy bought himself a little piece of Italy. He's lying there still.
I might have been lying next to him, but just in the nick of time, we got saved by some hard-chargers from the 100/442nd—a Nisei regiment, Japanese Americans. Those guys kicked some Nazi ass that day and saved ours in the bargain.
When it was all over except for the mop-up, the CO rang me up from headquarters.
"Need anything, Lieutenant?” the Old Man asked.
I knew just what to tell him. “Yeah, send more Japs!"
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Enough Said
© Bridget Midway
[One]
No one should be forced to live an entire life in a week. Autumn stared out of her upstairs bedroom window searching for Sean's truck, although there was no way could she miss its thunderous rumbling. It provoked complaints from their elderly neighbors who called him a nuisance.
As she thought about his unintended ruckus, she smiled. A laugh managed to cough its way through her lips, a first in several weeks.
Autumn chewed the soft, fleshy inside of her cheek. Standing in her bare feet, she rested one foot on top of the other, then swept her upper toes over her planted ones. She crossed her arms over her chest. When a hand rose to her mouth to begin the habitual fingernail feasting, she slammed it back down. For Sean, she would keep her manicured fingernails intact.
Occupying her thoughts became harder and harder. If Autumn kept her gaze directed outside of the home she shared with Sean, she would be able to get through these last hours. As time passed, she stopped counting down from month to month, then week to week, and day to day. She now had to mark the remaining time by hours. Soon, it would be minutes. One-hundred sixty-two minutes to be exact.
A booming grumble growled down the street. Autumn braced her hands on the windowpane and scanned the road for her man. Her heart sank to see her neighbor riding up his driveway in his new Harley-Davidson.
Damn.
Tired of waiting and being disappointed, Autumn swung her head around and looked into bedroom. In the expansive room with the canopy bed she shared with Sean, the dresser and chest-of-drawers she purchased with him over a year ago, and the forty-two inch plasma screen TV she couldn't talk him out of buying, her gaze connected with the picture that sat on top of the nightstand. With so much to look at in the room, why couldn't something else capture her attention?
Unable to disconnect herself from the sight, Autumn padded over to it. She sat on the bed before picking it up, remembering the exact moment the picture had been taken: Fourth of July in her parents’ backyard, a month or so after they moved in together.
Her father had had anything and everything that once breathed cooking on his grill. Her mother led off all of the dances, from “The Electric Slide” to “The Boot-Scoot Boogie.” And, the entire day, Sean wouldn't let go of her. Autumn remembered how he held her around her waist the moment they had gotten to the cookout.
"No one's going to bite you,” she remembered telling him. “You don't have to hold me all the time."
Sean had said with that deep voice of his, “Maybe I'm just using you to cover up my hard-on."
Thinking about it now, she laughed through her tightening throat.
Don't do this, girl. Don't let him see you break down. Not now.
Autumn took a deep breath and stared at the picture again. The muted colors in the background faded as she studied the two of them. The sun had given Sean a great tan that summer. Autumn recalled how good he looked, even with his head shaved. His darker skin made his gray eyes even more pronounced.
That summer, she had opted for braids, and he had called her his African princess. She called him her white knight in shining armor. Their friends had other names for them. Thomas Jefferson and Sally. The Swirl. Zebra Duo. All names said in fun. Sean had made sure the teasing remained in good fun, always making sure Autumn was protected. Now, Sean would be defending other people—strangers—whether they liked it or not.
She shook her head, not wanting to think about that now. Her mind had been filled with those thoughts for the last several months. She wondered if Sean knew at the time the picture was taken that duty had called. Was that the reason he held onto her like a prized possession, like a security blanket, like another wounded soldier? If he knew, why hadn't he said anything?
She slammed the frame down, attempting to block out all thoughts about his departure—even with it being days away. Autumn jumped to her feet and strolled around the bedroom to take in other sights or find something else to occupy her mind, her senses.
Music. She scurried to the sound system in the corner of the room. Unlike some men, Sean never flinched when Autumn touched his precious and expensive electronics. Once, she managed to erase all of his settings by accident. He didn't get angry. Instead, he had kissed her on her temple, sat down with her, and showed her step-by-step just how to work the pricey equipment.
Sean's patience was what drew her to him. For such a big man, he never lost his cool around her. The arguments they had—which weren't many—never had him raising his voice.
Now Autumn, she would rant and rave and jump around like a mad woman. It used to piss her off to no end when Sean would watch and smile at her antics.
"Babe, you don't have to shout in order for me to understand that your argument means a lot to you,” he had told her. “If it comes out of your mouth, it's important."
Responses like that got him sex every time. As soon as sex entered her mind, Autumn's hand hovered over her romance CDs. Robin Thicke, Barry White, Boyz II Men, Jill Scott. She stopped at The Isley Brothers. Classic slow jams got to her more than the modern stuff.
Autumn popped in the CD and put it on the song that she and Sean first made love to shortly after they started dating. Shortly after, she snorted. Who was she kidding? She had met him that morning in the grocery store in the produce aisle and asked him out. That night they had sex in her apartment. Since then, they'd been inseparable.
Her eyes itched again with the realization that they would soon be separated. Separated. Departing. Departed.
Stop it, Autumn! Stop it!
She wiped her eyes to arrest any wayward tears. As soon as the first note from “In Between The Sheets” sounded, Autumn strolled around their bedroom. With time winding down, she wanted to fill her senses with everything related to Sean.
At his tall dresser, she pulled open the top drawer packed with white T-shirts and Jockeys, also white. Just like a good military man, he had everything folded in small, neat bundles and organized in rows. Her drawer looked nothing like it.
She closed it and opened the next drawer. Colored T-shirts arranged by hues filled the second drawer. Autumn removed a dark blue shirt. Holding it around the collar, she snapped it open. Damn if it wasn't the same shirt Sean had worn to the cookout in the framed picture.
Wanting to feel close to Sean, she sat the shirt on top of the dresser and pulled off her own T-shirt. She tossed hers to the floor, then stripped off her bra. His oversized shirt draped her body like a dress, coming down far enough to cover the cotton shorts she wore.
To feel it tighter, sh
e tied a knot on one side and had it resting high on her hip. When she brought her arms down, a faint aroma of his cologne wafted up to her nostrils. No, she needed more.
With two long strides, she ran to the bathroom and scanned the counter for his regular cologne. Buried behind her bottles of scented oils and sprays hid a squared bottle of the scent that drove her crazy every time he wore it. Autumn removed the cap and took a whiff.
Her mind traveled back to that day in the grocery store when she first walked by him. She'd noticed other women watching him. Who wouldn't have? A six-foot-six sexy brick of a man carrying a small green basket and palming honeydew melons like they were as small as golf balls. Only Autumn had been brave enough to approach him. His aroma enraptured her, a strong, musky smell that fit him to a tee.
Autumn sprayed the cologne on the shirt, set the bottle down, grabbed the front of the garment, and took in a strong inhalation. She closed her eyes, and Sean's image populated. Her Sean. Not Major Sean Littleton of the United States Marines. He was her Sean, the man who shooed away spiders and who held her during scary movies and cooked blueberry pancakes in the nude. That was her Sean.
She smoothed her hands over her breasts, aware of how hard her nipples had become. Her small hands with their slender fingers could not compare to Sean's mitts. Much like the melons, her breast disappeared in his grasp. She felt captured by him, and the feeling suited her.
As the music continued, Autumn swayed her body. She danced in front of the mirror, and it reminded her of the first time she gave Sean a lap dance. She'd bound him to a chair in her bedroom, then swayed her body around like a snake.
"Baby, are you trying to torture me?” he'd asked her.
She had continued dancing, stripping off her clothes ever so slowly until she stood in front of him in the nude. Before she untied him, she got down on her knees in between his legs. She undid his pants and pulled them down to his feet. The sound of the handcuffs she'd used to bind his wrists sliding up and down the chair railings echoed in her head.
His cock was long, thick, and hard. She'd wrapped her hand around the base of it and slid her mouth down as far as she could go. His body twitched, and he growled like a grizzly.
Thinking about his primal reaction now released Autumn's juices. She leaned against the bathroom doorjamb and slid her hand into her shorts. Through her panties, she rubbed her thumb over her clit. Her other hand occupied itself by snaking its way up her shirt and cupping her breast.
As her heart pounded, she continued with her fond memory of sucking Sean's cock. She could almost taste his tangy saltiness now.
When she'd felt him shaking out of control, Autumn let him go long enough to strip out of her panties, straddle him and ride him hard. He devoured her mouth until she tilted her head back. Then he sucked and licked her neck.
When they both came, their bodies covered in sweat and the room smelling of hot sex, he'd said, “Marry me."
Not missing a beat, Autumn had said, “Ask me when you don't have your dick inside of me."
The question and response had become their running joke. Marrying Sean wouldn't be a joke. Aside from how she'd met Sean, Autumn planned everything about her life, even down to her wedding. She would be damned if she allowed the United States government to dictate how she ran her life. It was bad enough that they had to celebrate holidays and special occasions in a week.
Not satisfied with fondling herself through her thong, she slipped her hand inside. Her expert middle finger found its way inside of her pussy as the heel of her hand brushed her clit.
"Oh God!” Autumn scrubbed her back against the doorframe as she pleasured herself.
She squeezed her eyes shut and only imagined Sean, his body, his eyes, his large, calloused hands, his mouth, his tongue, and that deep voice that would whisper “I love you” in her ear.
The song ended and the next song started, but Autumn wasn't done with the first song. She wanted more. On shaky legs, she stumbled to the sound system and figured out how to put the song on repeat.
As the song started over again, she plopped down on the bed and continued exploring her body. This time she brought the T-shirt over her bare breasts. She relieved her shorts and thong of their duties and piled them on the floor at her feet.
With her legs spread open, she moved her finger in and out of her in a fast and steady rhythm. But it wasn't enough. No matter that she inserted a second finger; they couldn't match the girth or heat that she would get from Sean's perfect penis.
Autumn opened her eyes and rolled onto her side. She crawled over the bed to the nightstand and dove into the drawer where she found a friend she hadn't used in long, long time. The bright pink plastic phallus hummed and vibrated as soon as Autumn turned the switch at the bottom.
This unique vibrator worked in water. Remembering its capabilities, Autumn ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower in the cramped stall. Without taking off the T-shirt, she got inside, letting the cool water attempt to lower the temperature of her overheated flesh.
She put one foot on the wall next to the spigot and braced her free hand on the built-in soap dish. She slipped the vibrator inside of her, slowly at first. Once she got it all the way inside, she let out a long, low cry. The feeling couldn't match Sean's dick, but it was very close.
Autumn moved the vibrator in and out of her at a faster pace. The music echoed in the bathroom. The sound, the smell, the feeling, they were all like Sean, almost. Things like this would have to pacify her in his absence.
The leg supporting her body trembled, and she leaned her head back. Autumn's stomach compressed into a ball as she squeezed her nipple. The build up to the orgasm churned at a slow pace, but at least she knew she could get there. With Sean, he could just look at her, and she wanted to claw her clothes off and spontaneously combust right on the spot.
As the climax started to build, her strength began to wane. Autumn slipped down the wall, continuing to piston the vibrator in and out of her greedy cunt.
"Sean! Sean! Sean!” Even with her eyes closed, she noticed an immediate shift in the lighting in the stall, as though someone had flashed a light on her.
Autumn opened her eyes and turned to the glow. Sean stood next to the shower stall with the curtain pulled back and carrying a self-satisfied grin. Without a word, he covered her hand holding the vibrator, and he removed it from inside of her. Not bothering to turn it off, he tossed it to the floor.
Autumn hooked her hand behind his head and pulled him, clothed and all, into the small stall. Sean craned his head down to kiss her while both of their hands worked on his shorts, trying to undo them and get them down.
Once his cock was free, Sean took no time in looping his arm under her leg as he guided his head to her pussy. He stared into her eyes as he pushed his way inside of her.
Autumn clawed his wet shirt as it clung to his back and wrapped her other leg around his body. Just like she liked, just what she wanted, he pounded inside her fast and hard. Cramped space or not, he knew how to please her.
Sean massaged her breast as he kissed her, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth. Autumn's hand moved up the back of his neck to his head where she immediately noticed his new shorter haircut.
At that point, he let her breast go, brought her hand down, carried her outside of the stall to the counter, and left the shower running. The old Autumn would have yelled at Sean for getting the bathroom floor so wet. Now it seemed so trivial.
Sean cupped her ass cheeks as he slid himself in and out. Even with his tan, his cheeks flushed red. Autumn framed his face with her hands. His strong jaw line now had a fine sandpaper grit covering it. Trying to capture a new sensory detail, she smoothed her hands over his face, letting the prickly hairs tickle her palms.
As soon as Autumn felt Sean's legs shaking, her pussy twitched, tightening around his shaft. The feeling provoked a moan from Sean. He squeezed her ass cheeks, then nibbled her earlobe.
She coiled her legs around his body and r
eleased a scream that would have been worthy enough to alert the police. It didn't take Sean long to follow suit, letting out his own guttural growl to complement her shriek. His muscles tensed in an instant as she felt his hot cum bathing her insides. That feeling she wouldn't be able to duplicate.
After a tense moment, Sean exhaled. His shoulders and back relaxed as he kissed the side of her face and moved to her mouth. When he broke from the kiss, he said, smiling, “Marry me."
"Ask me when your dick isn't inside of me.” Autumn laughed.
The smile dripped from Sean's face. He pulled out but kept his hold on her. “Marry me."
Autumn regarded him for a moment. She laughed at first, thinking the joke was still rolling until she noticed how stoic his face had become.
"Marry me,” he said again with the beat of their sex song playing in the background.
Autumn wriggled away from him. “No."
[Two]
One thing Sean loved about Autumn was her fiery spirit. That same bullish attitude grabbed his attention the day they met in the store. She had approached him like she knew she could get him. And she did.
Sean remembered staring into her dark brown, almost black, eyes. In her tiny short shorts and the halter top, she showed off her dark brown skin—skin that he got to lick the very night he met her—she possessed a swagger that couldn't be ignored. She made him dinner, then rocked his world.
He hadn't planned on getting into a serious relationship. With Autumn, pairing with her couldn't be avoided. She was a force of nature that he could either fight or allow to blow him over. He went with the latter.
Seeing her masturbating in the shower stall when he had gotten home drove him crazy. It was bad enough he had driven from his parents’ house to the home he shared with Autumn with an erection the whole time. She had sent him off to see his family by telling him, “I'm going to fuck your brains out all this week.” It was all he could do not to think about her tantalizing body while his mother went through photo albums and showed home movies of the family.
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