“Fuck,” he panted out. His hand impulsively went to her head, his fingers grasping her hair, as she began to move her mouth up and down his hardness. When he felt himself getting dangerously close to exploding, he grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth free from him. “Stop… damn… stop Jenny,” he panted.
“Oh my god. Sorry, doesn’t that feel good?”
“Jenny, honey, it feels too good, that’s the problem. As much as I’d love to come in your mouth, I’d much prefer to come in your pussy.”
His dirty talk, shocked Jenny, but also caused a tightening in her stomach and pulsing between her legs.
“Sit on the edge of the bed and open your legs for me.” Teddy’s voice was deep, dominating and demanding. “I need to taste you.”
With his hot mouth on her, his flattened tongue rubbing hard against her swollen clit, fingers pumping in and out of her already soaked pussy, her orgasm built fast. When her legs began to tremble, so close, so very close, he pulled away from her, only to replace it with his hard cock. She whimpered as he pushed into her, slow but precise, stretching her until he was full seated. The sting was still there, but nothing like the previous time. Covering her mouth with his, he kissed her deeply, the remnants of her juices still lingered on his tongue. Jenny tasted the subtle saltiness but didn’t feel the disgust that she thought she would. In fact, it merely heightened her arousal even more.
“Damn, you’re so tight darling, so fucking tight,” he growled through clenched teeth, as he languidly moved his hips back and then forward again. “So good, so fucking good.”
The more he thrusted in and out of her, the lesser the pain. The faster he moved his hips, the quicker the sensations raced around her body, bringing her more and more pleasure, speeding her closer and closer to what her body, mind and soul was craving. His touch. His passion. Him.
Bringing her leg up and over his shoulder, a quick twist of his hips and he was deeper than she thought possible, hitting a spot inside that ignited a whole new bundle of sensation. She moaned, his name spilled from her mouth, her back arched, vision blurred and body shuddering, as she fell into an abyss of pure bliss. Teddy followed her, the tight warm grip of her inner muscles, pushing him past the point of no return, that had him growling out her name.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, holding onto each other tightly, afraid that if they didn’t, they would certainly fall.
Once their breathing was stable, Teddy rolled onto his back bringing Jenny with him, until she was laid on top of him. Moving her body up, they came face to face. Her hands slipped around his neck, fingers cupping the back of his head as she placed her lips to his. The sweetness of her kiss had him tightening his arms around her, his hand stroking the round of her ass, before pulling it back and giving it a quick, sharp slap.
“Ouch!” Jenny cries out as she jumped back, but Teddy just pulled her back into him, bringing her mouth back to his, but with a much deeper type of kiss. With the heat of his tongue and a need to take her very breath. Rolling Jenny onto her back, his hand played with her breasts, teasing and nipping her nipples in turn, each time instigating a sharp gasp, of which he captured with his mouth. He made a trail with his fingers from her breast bone, past her navel, until it stopped at her pelvic bone. Running his fingers through the soft hair, he strokes a fingertip over her pussy lips a few times, before pushing into her folds that were still coated with his cum and her wetness. Again, he brought her to a point where she was just about to burst, before he switched, flipping them back over, moving her till she was straddling him. With his strong hands holding her hips, he rotated his own hips, so his hardness rubbed up against her pussy, wanting her so desperately to ride his cock. As if knowing exactly what he was wanting, she pushed up on her legs, lining herself up with the tip of his cock. It was barely inside her, before she dropped down, taking him all the way in. Coarse pubic hair grazed her swollen clit every time their bodies came together. Speeding up, her need for release grew, Jenny began to whimper with frustration, when her rhythm began to falter. Teddy dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and with his strong arms and determination, he took control. Jenny grasped hold of his forearms, to steady herself, her body shaking so profoundly, her breathing erratic, strangled cries bursting from her lips. One, two, three… deeper, harder thrusts. Bodies crashing, skin slapping together with a force that’s unmeasurable. Names cried out, moans, groans, bodies ridged, skin slick with sweat, as they came together.
“Are you sore,” Teddy spoke into Jenny’s mess of hair. She was laid at his side, her arm placed on his chest, dreamily tracing circles around his nipples. She didn’t answer, just murmured. “Let me check for you,” Teddy rolled to his side, his hand sweeping over her stomach about to move south, when they hear a sound from downstairs.
“Bugger, what was that?” Jenny jumped up, suddenly lucid.
“Who cares,” Teddy smiled and tried to take up where he left off.
“Get up, get dressed,” Jenny whisper shouted, slapping his hand away from between her legs. “Bloody hell, I don’t even know what time it is. We need to go before my parents get back.”
Teddy looked at her, taking in the mask of concern, all colour drained from her face. Sad that the beautiful, sexy post orgasm flush to her skin had gone.
“Please Teddy,” she begged.
“Okay, but first…” he cupped her face with his hands, “one more kiss.” Jenny blinked, for a second or two, not sure if she should indulge him, but then she leans forward and kissed him hard. “Damn!” he growled against her mouth when she pulled back.
Getting off the bed, Jenny gathered up Teddy’s clothes and threw them into his lap, before collecting her own. Reluctantly, Teddy got up, using his shorts to wipe himself and then started to dress, but only because he hated to see the fear on Jenny’s face.
Jenny sorted herself out, got clean knickers from her chest of drawers, then dresses quickly.
“I’ll go first, check out what that noise was. God, I hope it’s not me mam,” Jenny griped.
“Surely, she’s not that bad?”
“Are you joking,” Jenny raised her eyebrows at him. “I’ll never be let out again.”
“It’s not like she can keep you prisoner in here.”
“What? She’d have me locked up in’t coalhole for weeks if she finds us. And Lord, if she knew what we’d been up to. She’d have me shipped off to the nearest convent, begging forgiveness and pledging my life to the church.” Jenny put her forefinger across her lips and silently slipped through the door and out into the hallway.
Teddy had just finished fastening the last of his shirt buttons, and was looping his tie, when the door opened again.
“All clear,” Jenny sighed. “It was just a note from one of the church do-gooders for my mother. We better go though, it’s nearly four o’clock and I’d best get back to the shop to help Betty close up.”
“Okay honey, let’s go.”
After sneaking out of the house, walking quickly to the end of the street, they slowed their pace, putting a discreet distance between them and headed towards the shop.
“You don’t need to walk me back if you need to get back to barracks,” Jenny said to him, while cautiously looking around to see who was about.
“That’s not going to happen. Like I said before, every chance I get, I want to spend it with you,” A soft smile played on his face. “But not being able to touch you, well that honey is kinda torture.”
Jenny failed to hide the flush to her skin, the smile on her face, or control the butterflies from dancing in her stomach.
When they got to the back of the shop, a quick check around and Teddy pulled Jenny into the yard. Pushing her up against the wall, pressing his body firmly against hers, he kissed her. A soft, slow kiss. The type you see in the romance movies, that only last a few moments. This one lasted for what seemed like forever, but at the same time, finished far too soon.
“Damn, leaving you just seems t
o get harder,” he whispered softly against her lips. “I just want to keep you Jenny, keep you close so I can see your smile, your beautiful eyes and watch your every move. You’re like the air that I breath. You make me feel alive.”
When he covered her mouth with his, hands laced in her hair, holding her, tilting her head, the power behind his kiss was explosive. Arousal crashed through her body, a million electric impulses shooting in every direction. Goose bumps covered her skin, her fingers tingling at the very tips. Her hands tightly grasped the lapel of his leather jacket, clinging on for dear life, the need to anchor herself to him overwhelming. “I feel it too,” she murmured into his mouth, as a soft tear fell from the corner of her eye.
“I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart.”
“Promise?”
“Baby, I promise.” He sealed it with another kiss.
Walking away, their arms stretched out, hands still holding, until it’s just no longer possible. Reluctantly they let go, palm against palm, fingertip against fingertip until nothing, when he disappeared out of the yard.
Chapter Nine
Five days and nothing.
Every time the doorbell chimed, a rush of excitement hit Jenny, only to be crushed when it wasn’t him. The look of pity on Bettys face did nothing to help her feelings of despair.
Every night, her mind replayed the events, dissecting every moment, looking for a reason why his promise wasn’t kept.
Did she say something wrong? Was she too open with her feelings for him? Was she not good enough?
At first, she tried to explain it away with the fact that he might not have been able to come see her. Maybe any leave from the base had been suspended. But then, surely, he would have found a way to get a message to her. That was if he cared about her the way he’d said he did.
Then the doubts hit.
Was she just taken in by his flattery, so desperate for attention that she fell easily? Was it all a lie, just a way of get into her knickers? He knew that she was inexperienced. It was pretty obvious that she had been a virgin.
Had been. Not anymore.
Was she just another one of the many stupid girls, that got taken in by a good-looking GI?
What was it they kept saying?
“Overpaid, oversexed and over here. Maybe they should have added and over their stupidly naive women?” she said quietly to herself, while laid in bed. “What have I done?” Her hand covered her mouth, as she tried to dull the sound of her strangled sobs. Just like every other night, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed her face into her pillow to muffle the cries of her aching heart.
When Jenny walked into the kitchen the next morning, she was met by her mother.
“What’s wrong with you, have you been crying?” her mother asked, her voice void of any true concern.
“No.” Jenny let her hair fall over her face, trying to hide her red rimmed eyes. “I’m fine, just tired.”
“Don’t lie to me girl, I know exactly what this is all about,” she hissed back at her. “Gallivanting about with that American man.”
Jenny looked at her in horror.
“What? Didn’t you think I’d find out?” she sniggered. “You should know better than that Jennifer. You can’t keep secrets in this village my girl.”
“That’s not…”
“Not what, why you’re crying? Don’t lie to me. What’s the matter, are you missing him already? Well, good riddance to the lot of them. Maybe now our village can get back to normal.”
“He’s gone?” Jenny’s voice cracked as she started to well up again. Tears, so many tears.
“Of course, he’s gone. Did you think he would stay around forever? Stupid girl.” She stood with her hands on her hips looking back at Jenny with pure contempt.
“But he didn’t even say goodbye.”
“Oh, did I forget to mention that. I can’t believe the cheek of him to be honest, coming here, knocking on my door.”
“What do you mean he came here?” Jenny moved towards her mother, as her anger mounting.
“Apparently, they were shipping them out, down south somewhere, to another base. Mumbled something about no time to call at the shop and could I give you a message.”
“What did he say?” Jenny grabbed one of her mother’s wrists and squeezed it tight.
“Get your hands off me,” her mother tried to yank her hand free, but Jenny just tightened her grip, pulling her nearer.
“Tell me what he said!” she screamed into her face, all her built up emotions ticking like a time bomb ready to explode.
“Nothing, he said nothing. He just pushed a letter into my hands then left with the rest of them.”
“What letter, where is the letter?”
“I. Burned. It,” she spat.
“Jesus Christ mother, you’re a fucking bitch!” Jenny screamed, her mother pulled back her free hand and slapped her hard across the face.
“How dare you speak to me like that?” her mother screeched back, grabbing a handful of Jenny’s hair, ragging her head from side to side. “I will not listen to your profanities.”
Many a time she had clashed with her mother, but never had she laid a hand on her.
Pushing hard against her mother, was enough to shock her into letting go, but not before she felt the sting at her scalp. As her mother fells against the cupboard, she steps back.
“I will never forgive you for this,” she hissed, before turning her back on her.
Taking two steps at a time, she rushed up the stairs and burst into her room. In just a few moments she had collected most of the things she needed, while ignoring her mother’s monotonous shouting and demands that she return at once and apologise.
“Over my dead body,” she hurled back at her through the tears.
Stuffing the rest of the clothing that Betty had given her into an old laundry bag, she shoved it over her shoulder, grabbing the rest and made her way back down the stairs. Her mother stood hands on hips, waiting at the bottom. Jenny took great delight when her mother’s expression went from cocky to surprised when she saw her laden bags.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“Out of here and out of your life,” Jenny sniggered, barging past her. Slipping on her sensible shoes, she dropped one of the bags temporarily, so she could open the door. She didn’t turn to look behind her, when she said clearly and precisely, “Goodbye mother,” stepping across the threshold and slamming the door behind her.
“I’m coming,” Betty shouted in response to the loud banging at the back door. “Hold your horses will you.”
When she opened the door to find Jenny, crumpled in a heap on the floor, amongst bags of belongings, tears streaming down her face, a vice type grip took hold of her heart.
“Jenny, what’s happened?” Bending to meet the shattered girl, she wrapped her arms around her and with all her strength, pulled her to her feet.
Once she was seated, she went back and dragged the bags through the door, before closing it behind her.
The deep heart wrenching sobs had Betty tearing up herself. It killed her to see her young friend shaken and so emotionally broken.
Standing behind the chair where she sat, Betty wrapped her arms around Jenny’s shoulders and held her tight. With every deep, hacking sob that escaped her, Jenny’s body jerked as the emotion spilled from deep within her. Slowly, and after quite some time, the tears subsided, and her heavy sobs became gentle cries.
“I’ve… left home,” Jenny stuttered. “And I’m not going back. Please, can I stay here with you?” her pleading tearful eyes broke Betty’s heart all over again.
“Of course,” Betty gave her a gentle smile. “For as long as you want.”
“Thank you,” spilled out with another onset of tears.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Betty patted and squeezed her hand. “Now, let me make you some sweet tea.”
Epilogue
Eight weeks later – present time.
Jenny.
The billowing smoke obstructed the view from the train window, as it pulled into the Leeds station. With each hand, I grabbed the handle of the two suitcases that sat in front of me and joined the rest of the travellers making their way off the train.
The platform is a hive of activity, mostly people saying goodbye, not so many saying hello. Soldiers in their uniform, embracing their loved ones before they go on another journey to hell. My eyes fell on a young couple, a tiny boy child crying as his father holds him tight to him, while he kisses the tear stained face of the mother. I should look away, leaving them to their personal moment, but I can’t help but stare, even though it hurt to watch. Impulsively, my hand goes to my stomach, even though there’s no visible evidence to any onlookers, I know what’s growing inside me. I’m well aware of the difficult journey I have in front of me, but it’s one I need to take.
I was oblivious to my predicament, or was it ignorance? Who knew. When I had been sick four days in a row, Betty enlightened me. I don’t know what I would have done without her. I cried, I screamed, I was adamant that I wanted rid of it. I wanted to seek out some back-street doctor that could put an end to it, without anyone knowing. Betty begged me to reconsider, pointing out that it wasn’t a decision to be taken lightly. Betty opened up to me that day, told me things about her life, secrets that she kept hidden deep within her soul. It was then that I realised that I needed to decide for myself, for my future, and the future of my unborn child. One that would leave me with no regrets.
Would the baby remind me daily of my foolishness? Of the love that I had lost? Probably, but it was a pain that I was willing to live with. One that would be replaced with the joy and love for my child.
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