THE OTHER SIDE OF MARY
by Thomas Weaver
Book One: Homecoming
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2009 Thomas Weaver
Strict Publishing International
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PREFACE
This book is fiction, and yet much of what happens in it is not. There is nothing I have written that has not happened and does not happen hundreds of times, thousands of times, or perhaps millions of times every week and every day between consenting adults.
Some readers may find some of it shocking because I have not left anything out. Each sexual act is described in all its detail. It is more than merely a look at it through a chink in the curtain. My story is in the room, and even more than just in the room: it is in the heads and the bodies my characters, feeling the emotions, the passions and, above all, every physical sensation experienced by every one of them.
Equally, some readers may find it shocking because the story is set at a time when their parents or even their grandparents were young. Surely, they say, my parents and grandparents had more morality than we have around us today? Not at all. I know; I was there. I grew up during and after the Second World War, and I can tell you without any shadow of a doubt that sexual urges were as compelling a force for young people then as they are now. Possibly they were more compelling, for the stresses of war made each and every action more immediate and more important. Pleasure was rare in wartime, and relationships were often fleeting.
Today, what people may do in private is far more widely known that it once was. We tend to think of the variations of sexuality as a product of the modern age. Again, we would be wrong. Attraction, same-sex relationships and polyamorous relationships have always happened, and there have always been those, many perhaps, whose sexuality stretched far beyond the limitations of convention. Exploration and discovery of that sexuality is my theme, and although my characters may be fictional, their actions and their discovery of themselves and of each other most certainly are not.
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So? You are still reading. You cannot say you have not been warned. This is no social study of human sexual behaviour, nor is it an attempt to shock, titillate and arouse. It may do that, but that is not its purpose. This is a story, a good story I hope, and one that has its basis in real sexuality. It is, therefore, explicit, and that is the last warning you are going to get. If you do not like reading explicit sexual literature, then stop now.
Ah, and still you are here. Good. In that case, we can peek around the curtains and find our way past them. We can see and feel for ourselves just what happens in so many rooms in so many houses where, even now, the neighbours would be startled to find out just what those oh-so-respectable people down the street are doing and how extreme their sexual activities really are. If you enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it, then I know that we are all going to get along just fine.
Thomas Weaver.
Homecoming
Tommy sat looking out of the train window as it sped north, not that he noticed anything of the tracks, telegraph poles, or towns that sped past. He had been wounded twice in France in the days and weeks after D-Day, and he had spent the last eighteen days in hospital. He lost a lung, and was deemed unfit for any further military service in any capacity in any of the armed forces. His last week had been spent at London’s Woolwich army barracks where he finally got his discharge papers at eight-o-clock that morning. He was now a civilian.
Tommy had been in the armed forces for just seven months. Last January he was drafted into the Royal Artillery at Oswestry, and it was now July. He had hardly noticed the miserable summer so far, but suddenly, as if in celebration of his military discharge, the sun shone and it was hot even with the carriage window half open and the blind down to fend off the glare.
Tommy dozed as he thought of the rush he had had that morning; of waiting anxiously outside the dispatch office for his travel warrant and the delay as a second lieutenant went to great pains to explain that all the relevant discharge papers would be sent on later. It was a last minute dash to get to Euston station and then spend the grand sum of seven-shilling and six-pence to phone his mother to let her know he was at last on his way home.
“Is this it now?” his mother asked hopefully “Are you out of the army and out of the war for good?”
“You are talking to plain Mr. Tommy Kearns now,” he told her. “Mum, can you get word to Mary for me?”
“I’ll phone Brian right away. He should be able to get a message to her.”
“Ok thanks mum. I’ll have to go or I’ll miss the train. I’ll see you about two-o-clock.”
Tommy ran for the train and, much out of breath, managed to find a seat by the window not so much for the view, but because sitting there would avoid much of the disturbance of people moving about him.
Mary was Tommy’s fiancée and partner. For much of the time before his call up they had lived together more often than not. Tommy had known Mary since school, but it was only when she was coming up to her eighteenth birthday that he realized this was the woman for him. He had made his first move during an air raid that had happened while they were both at a party one night, shortly after her birthday.
The air raid siren had sounded, but by the time they left the house the first air raid shelter was full. Before she could protest, Tommy grabbed her hand and was running to another shelter, in the opposite direction to all of her party friends. Mary protested, but not too much. It was no more than a few minutes after entering this near-empty shelter that they were cuddled up and Mary was responding to Tommy’s kisses with no protests at all. In fact, Tommy was very surprised at the way Mary held him and returned his kisses with kisses that were long, soft and very loving.
Mary had been employed in a food factory all of her working life - six years - and had worked her way up until she was now part of management team. His mother always rang Brian to get a message to Mary, even now, but Tommy doubted that Brian had anything to do with Mary’s work these days. He had been Tommy’s and Mary’s boss once, but that was long ago.
Brian had offered Tommy his job back as a motor mechanic as soon as he heard Tommy was being discharged from the forces. Good mechanics were still hard to come by. Tommy would take the job, but not until he had had a week off at least, and he really hoped that Mary could take a week off with him. They had seven months of absence to make up for, and Tommy reckoned a week just might cover it. After that, it would be back to the normal seven times a week and twice on Sunday.
Tommy’s brain was lulled by the rhythm of the train and it being so warm that even the slight breeze blowing through did not make any difference. He drifted into a doze as he thought of Mary and how she looked the last time he saw her. Five-foot-six tall with blond hair, long and flowing down almost to her waist, her body was a beautiful thirty-two twenty-four thirty two. He worshipped the ground she walked upon, and believed she was body-perfect. He never tired of admiring her shape and adoring her bottom and her legs.
The train had not been going more than half an hour when it started to slow. ‘Hold ups already,’ Tommy thought, but the train stopped at a station. He was on the wrong side of the train to see what station it was, but even if it had been signposted, he doubted he would know it anyway. He felt somehow disturbed that they had stopped already before the train had really got going, but then his mouth fell open and his eyes widened. Charlie had come into the compartment and sat down opposite him, and all he could do was sit and stare at the young dark haired beautiful woman as her perfume, Charlie’s perfume, wafted over him as she arranged herself comfortably in her seat next to the window, looking out.
“Charlie?” Tommy said in shock and surprise.
She looked at him. “Do I know you?” she asked, and Tommy realized he was mistaken.
“No I’m sorry, but you look so much like my fiancée’s friend,” he said hastily. “You could be her even down to your perfume.”
“Well, I don’t have a twin so it must be pure coincidence. My name is Jenny.”
“Oh, good,” Tommy replied. “I mean, good because you’ve told me your name, and I’m sorry I made a mistake.”
“Going home on leave are you?” she asked. “Bet you can’t wait.”
“Yes, permanent leave. I’ve been discharged,” Tommy told her. “I got caught up in a fight in France and ended up in hospital. I know it doesn’t show, but it’s permanent. It puts me out of the war for good.”
“Are you and your fiancée happy with what’s happened? I mean, will you and she be able to cope with your wounds?”
“Err, yes I reckon so,” Tommy told her. “It’s not too disabling. Fact is, I should be able to live a normal life.”
“I’ve just had word that my boyfriend has been hurt. He’s in Egypt and he is coming home for good. He is not my fiancé and I’m frightened of what will be wrong with him. They have not told me and I don’t think I want to see him anymore. It’s not like he even asked me to marry him or like I even thought about marrying him, but we have been writing to each other a lot and well, I don’t know…” Her voice tailed off, her mind on what she had been saying as though she had forgotten Tommy was there. “I think our parents expect us to marry, but I’ve never said I will nor has my boyfriend asked me.”
Tommy leaned back in his seat. ‘Shit, I never thought of that.’ He wondered how Mary felt. ‘Shit, shit, shit,’ he swore silently, then after a moment calmed himself. ‘I’m not disfigured. Nothing shows. I’m sure Mary will accept me as I am, because I’ve not changed either physically or mentally. She won’t desert me.’
He looked at the girl again. ‘Pity about her bloke though. She is beautiful, and so much like Charlie I could easily fall in love with her right here and now.’
Tommy thought about Mary and how at first they struggled with their consciences. Mary had resisted his attempts to ‘try it on’ over so many months. When she did finally consent, it was only to a limited amount of trifling, which she allowed just on her bum and the back of her thighs outside of her clothes. For a long time it was only those parts of Mary that he massaged and fondled. He was not obsessed with any one part of her, but he thought these were parts requiring particular admiration. The whole of Mary was, of course, up there on a pedestal; from her beautiful, fair face with its pert little nose, to the tips of her toes, and since their engagement there was not one inch of her that Tommy had not seen and explored with hands, lips, tongue or member. Well, maybe not every inch.
He wondered if Mary had changed over the last seven months. He also wondered whether he had changed much. Apart from his wound that had healed completely and, so the doctors said, would not stop him leading a normal life even with a lung missing, he did not feel as if he had changed. His outlook on life was different, certainly. He was happy, particularly happy to be alive. Others were not. Many others, and many of them his friends, were not. That, inevitably, had made his outlook different, but he was the same person, wasn’t he?
He supposed it would be no good to plan the few hours after he did meet Mary. He did not know whether his mum and dad would also be at the station to meet him, or even if Mary’s friend Charlie would be there. Mary had mentioned Charlotte frequently in her letters, and Tommy gathered they had renewed their friendship and become really good friends again.
Tommy and Mary had got to know Charlie when she first started working at Dunning’s, and they became friends when on the convoys in the early years of the war. Dunning’s made and packed boxes of emergency foods for the troops on the front line. Those boxes were graded and known as A, B or C rations. The ‘C rations’ had just the bare essentials for survival, while ‘B rations’ included sweets. ‘A rations’ had all manner of extras, such as cigarettes and chocolate. Just where these graded boxes ended up was anyone’s guess. Tommy saw the inside of one or two of them now and again himself, and he knew some of the girls that put good luck notes in them.
At the beginning of the war when some things were in their early stages of organization someone had come up with the idea of relieving the hard-pressed military of the task of convoying supplies. In Dunning’s case, producing the food for the troops on the front line where, obviously, it was impractical for civilian convoys to travel, these food boxes had to be taken to all kinds of unrelated locations: Crewe Railway Station; an unnamed army barracks defined only by a map reference; a shipyard, and other places as far apart as Cornwall and Scotland. Charlie was a fairly constant companion to Mary on the convoys. She liked Mary, of that there was no doubt, and she wanted her as a workmate and friend.
Mary always drove the last lorry. Tommy followed behind in his breakdown van, and there were times when the pair of them got up to some scams. Charlie more than once caught sight of a quick movement through the cab window that might have given the impression of what could only be described as Hanky-Panky. Mary often said, “I like the idea of being nearly caught.”
Many a time Tommy had sat in his van and watched Mary and Charlie doing the necessary jobs on their lorries, like tying down their canvases among others. There was not a lot of difference between the two of them, Tommy thought. Charlie had shoulder length dark hair and slightly bigger breasts than Mary, but in Tommy’s eyes they were both really beautiful women.
‘And to think I turned Charlie down once,’ Tommy thought. He used to kid Mary that Charlie fancied her, but after the offer she made him he was not so sure. His comments were made jokingly. He did not take them seriously himself.
Before Tommy went into the army, he and Mary had each led a sheltered life. Most of what they knew about sex and relationships was no more than they had found out for themselves in their own trial and error experimentation. The army took away that innocence. Tommy learned a lot, although he was not at all sure whether it was all to be taken seriously. Boys were boys, even near-adult boys who were old enough to become soldiers and to die in war. Some of the tales of their alleged experiences were so rich in detail that Tommy doubted the truth of many of them. Some information, however, stuck in his mind as being perfectly plausible. Most did not. If, for example, two men walked down the street holding hands or linked arm in arm, it was logical to conclude that they were homosexuals, but if two women did the same or, like they do, danced together in every dance hall in the country, no one would give them a second look. So said the man who argued the case in the barrack room. Do you know that two women can do it facing each other? No? Ever heard of the Isle of Lesbos?
Well no, Tommy had not, and he stopped listening to much of what was told, by storytellers and barrack room lawyers alike. They messed around with your head, and this bloke probably had it in for women anyway. Sometimes though, what someone said did ring a bell with Tommy. Someone described something just as he and Mary used to do it before they got engaged, and as he was hearing the man talking for some reason he pictured Mary and Charlie dancing together at the town hall ballroom and doing it while they danced.
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Tommy watched the girl Jenny when she was looking out of the window or simply not looking in his direction. His loins began to stir, and he felt his member stiffening in his pants. She brought back many memories of Mary and Charlie, and had to admit to himself he would have liked to take Charlie to bed. He watched the girl Jenny through half-closed eyes as he tried to shake off the thoughts of Mary and Charlie together.
He was faintly aware that the train had stopped, and coming out of his doze he wondered what had brought on all these thoughts. It was not memory. He had no memory of anything like that. Was it the Lesbos thing?
‘I don’t usually fantasize,’ he told himself. ‘It must be the nearer I get to home the more I’m thinking about what I’ve missed.’
He paused his mind, and mused on what had gone through his head. ‘If somehow I have been fantasizing about sex with Charlie, it will be gone once I’m back with Mary.’
Satisfied with that thought, he looked about him and saw that the train had stopped at another station. The train was still crowded, and his compartment was bustling with people getting on and off. Tommy’s half full kitbag was up on the rack, and it was well there was nothing fragile inside. People banged, pulled and pushed their suitcases about, not doing his property any good. The kitbag ended up half its size and forced into a very tight corner.
“Going on leave?” a new passenger asked Tommy as he squeezed his suitcase against Tommy’s kitbag, compressing it another impossible inch.
“Erm, yes” Tommy answered watching the passenger and his own ever-shrinking kitbag.
“Been in the thick of it have you?” was the next question.
“France, but not on the sixth. A few days later,” Tommy told him.
‘For some reason this guy has not been in the forces,’ Tommy thought to himself ‘He looks young enough, fit enough, and yet he’s in a pinstriped suit.’
“Have you been in the services?” he asked the man.
“No. Reserve occupation. Lucky, I suppose,” he admitted.
“Yes, there was a time when I thought I could get out of it, but it did not come off,” Tommy also admitted. He remembered it well. Being on the convoys, originally classed as a reserved occupation, was not good enough to keep him out of the armed forces as the war dragged on. There had been some doubt over a problem with his hearing, but it was deemed good enough for him to serve. They might have changed their minds; there were problems with it that affected his abilities as a soldier, but he was wounded before a final decision had been made.
“Where are you from?”
“Crewe. I’m going home for the weekend. I don’t live far from the station.”
“I used to do convoy runs to Crewe station, when this lot first started,” Tommy told him, glad to be off the subject of the army. “We could visit the place two or three times a week, but the W R A C took over last year and I ended up in the forces.”
“Sometimes I wished that I could have joined up, but my nerves always got the better of me. Was it very rough in France?”
“When anyone got killed that was rough enough, especially if they were your crew. Worse if one was your pal,” Tommy said getting up and smiling at Jenny “I’ve got to go, can you watch my bag for me. Thanks”
Tommy headed for the toilet. It occurred to him he had not been since he boarded the train at Euston. He also wanted to get out of the conversation with this bloke now that it had come around to the army again.
After going to the toilet, Tommy stood by the train door with the window down, but he closed it after a few moments. On this side of the train there was no sun, and although the wind that whistled in was not actually cold, it still went straight to Tommy’s shoulder, right to the top end of his scar where, although it was well healed, it still made him jump if it was touched or accidentally knocked in the slightest way. It was like that part of the scar was a hive of nerve ends, but Tommy could not make up his mind whether it did hurt or whether it was no more than a reaction of the nerves. Now it would seem that if the cold struck it the scar would ache and the shoulder feel as though it hung heavily.
Tommy did not have a watch. He wondered how much further it was to the main station at Birmingham, because once there it would still be two and a half hours or maybe a bit less to arrive at the Links station.
‘We must be somewhere near,’ he thought to himself as the train started a slow crawl across what was a mass of rail tracks. He made his way back to his seat along a now crowded passageway as people readied themselves to get off.
“Big queue for the toilets?” his travelling companion asked.
“Not that big. I met a bloke who was at training camp with me,” Tommy lied to his now ex travelling companion. “It would appear he’s been discharged too.”
Tommy shook hands, thanked the man for the conversation and for watching his kitbag, and then settled down to the rest of the journey. He and the girl Jenny were now the sole occupant of that train compartment.
Tommy did not push himself on to the girl with conversation, but stayed quiet, happy with the company. Besides, he wanted to go back to sleep. ‘Not sleep,’ he told himself, ‘just a doze.’ He was asleep in no time at all.
“Your station coming up, I think,” Jenny told Tommy. He sat up looking around him. “Don’t go back to sleep, or you’ll miss it and have to come to Yorkshire with me.”
“Yorkshire,” Tommy said. “Beautiful country, and more so with someone like you. Alas…?” He smiled, with an empty handed gesture that meant so much; or so little.
Jenny looked at Tommy a moment, her mind turning over the possibilities.
“If you weren’t attached, or it doesn’t work out for you two,” Jenny started to say, and then hurriedly finished, “No. Never mind.”
Tommy looked at Jenny, hiding his surprise. “Blimey, love, don’t tempt me!”
He stood up to reclaim his rather battered kit bag from the rack. “You’re a real beautiful lady. Where do you live in Yorkshire?”
“Near the north side of Manchester. A little village called Todmorden.”
“Well you never know,” Tommy told her. His mind was turning to how he must look, because he knew how he felt. One of the first things he would do when he did get home was to discard his uniform and have a good soaking in the bath before getting back into his civvies. He felt a bit on the grubby side. He had not had time for a shower that morning. Anyway, he had felt it would be a waste. His uniform was not that spruce.
It was two o’clock when the train pulled into the city station, and Tommy sat down.
“I thought that was your stop?” Jenny said. “You’re not actually coming to Yorkshire with me, are you?”
“No, mine’s not the city stop. It’s the next one. It’s called the Links.”
“The Links! Oh, yes, I know that place. It has big square in it,” Jenny said. “I’ve been there a few times. It’s nice. I have an Auntie who lives between the Links and Westport.”
“I like it,” said Tommy, standing up again to smarten himself up as best he could. It only took some twenty minutes to the Links from where they were now, and he wanted to be at the doorway waiting when the train pulled into the station.
“Jenny, it’s been really nice meeting you, but I have to say goodbye and thank you for your company.”
Jenny stood holding his kitbag while he fastened up his army blouse. If he remembered rightly, there was ‘Red Caps’ office on the station and he was still in uniform. He might be discharged, but the regulations applied as long as he wore it. He took his kitbag and shook Jenny’s hand.
“You never know, we might meet again one day on the Links,” Jenny told him. “In fact, I’ll look out for you next time I’m there.”
“Ok,” Tommy told her. “And I’ll always watch and wonder if you’re there whenever I visit. It is a place where everyone sees someone they know at some time.”
“Something told me you are a romantic at heart,” Jenny told him. “Shall we seal it with a kiss.” A long, lingering romantic kiss followed as they took each other in their arms, and their lips parted only as the train’s whistle blew a long lasting shriek.
Tommy and Jenny broke away from each other and, picking up his kitbag that had fallen to the floor, Tommy said “Goodbye” and left the compartment.
As Tommy stood with his kitbag by the carriage door watching the rails speed by, he felt the excitement mounting. He was not even sure if Mary would be on the platform to meet him, but as the train slowed and curved into the Links station, Tommy’s heart skipped a beat. Was that Mary? Of course it was. He could see her light summer dress of white with blue flowers spaced out over the material, her long blond hair, wisps of it moving very slightly in the breeze caused by the movement of the train. He gasped. ‘Blooming heck! She hasn’t changed a bit,’ he thought.
He waved his hand, quickly trying to attract her attention. He saw her wave back excitedly, almost jumping up and down. Tommy pushed door open before the train had stopped. He jumped down and ran to Mary, lifting her up in his arms and swinging her around, both of them kissing each other on their lips and all over their faces.
After about a hundred kisses and murmurings of Tommy and Mary, Tommy let her down to stand very close to each other.
“Mary darling, I love you and never thought I’d ever see this day. Have you missed me?”
“Yes, I have every second of every hour. I love you too darling and I can feel how much you missed me,” Mary told him with a big smile.
“Yes it is rather eager, isn’t it?” Tommy agreed, realizing that his member had gone stiff from the second he lifted her up to kiss her. “But if you don’t mind, can we go to the Links and the cafe before we go home?”
“Yes all right,” Mary agreed. “Hungry, are you?”
“Not really. I am thirsty though,” Tommy told her. “But just bear with me for a while please.” Tommy picked up his kitbag and they walked out of the station. In the shade just outside the station doors they stood for a while as he looked around. Nothing much had changed. It was just as busy as it had always been. The trams and buses still made their way around the square. People, civilians and servicemen, still got on or off buses and trams, or went into the station for trains, and some still sat around waiting for later transport.
Tommy wondered why he expected it all to be different when he knew very well there was no reason for anything to have changed.
“Let’s go to the café,” he said, putting an arm around Mary’s waist.
“Were you looking for something, or someone?” Mary asked as they walked.
“Why, what made you ask that?”
“You looked like you were expecting to see… I don’t know. Something or someone,” Mary told him.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. For some reason I expected big changes, but everything is just the same and I feel very glad about it.” He looked about him as he entered the cafe. “Somehow I was dreading what I would find when I got back home,” he told her.
Tommy sat at a table while Mary at her insistence went for two cups of tea. He watched her as she made her way between the tables.
‘God, she is beautiful and I love that bum and those legs!’ he told himself, realizing this was the first close look at Mary he had had for the last seven months. ‘Tits are still very pert as well.’ He watched her as she came back balancing the cups of tea in her hands.
“You’ve not changed that much, in fact I’d say not at all,” Mary told him. “I could feel your eyes all over me when I went to the counter, look…” She held out her shaking hands to show him.
“I still excite you then?” Tommy asked.
“When will you ever not?” Mary responded, leaning forwards to kiss him on the cheek.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Tommy said. “Have you heard from Alice or Jimmy since you last wrote me in hospital?”
“Did I tell you Alice works in Dunning’s?”
Tommy nodded.
“I don’t see her much though,” Mary said, “As she is not in my department and comes to work on a different bus. We talk about you and Jimmy when we do meet. You know Jimmy went to the same training camp as you? We were waiting to hear that you had met up but you never said anything in your letters, not until you wrote and told us that he had joined you later on. He wrote and told Alice to let me know that he was all right and I was to write and tell you, so you must have moved on by then. I think that was when you were wounded. The last I heard of Jimmy was that he was back with his unit, and that’s about it.”
Tommy was still looking about the cafe and out of the windows, and caught Mary staring at him.
“Its all right sweetheart,” he reassured her. “At the moment it’s hard to believe that I’m back home and right now I’m seeing things a bit different from you. That’s it then, is it? No one has heard from Jimmy or anything official from the army about him?”
“Not that I know of. Is something wrong?”
“Far from it,” Tommy told Mary as he stood up. Mary stood also, but she sat down with a thump when Tommy continued, “Jimmy saved my life and could be up for a bravery award, at least that’s what I heard our officers talking about just before I caught the second lot.” He put his forefinger under Mary’s chin. “Close your mouth, darling, the flies are big buggers this year!”
“Jimmy did that?” Mary asked in surprise, standing up again and walking towards the door. “Who’d have thought it of him?”
“Yes, Jimmy the spiv. No one would have had him down as the hero type, but people in a crisis? Who knows what they will do?”
They were leaving the Links and heading for home, walking down the road he had bussed and walked nearly all his life. This main thoroughfare was the same as the Links; not one bomb had touched the place. There were buildings and houses that had been bombed behind this road nearer to the docks and the canal, and in the street behind his mother’s house there were too many and too close to home for his or anyone’s liking. There was more damage to houses and building than there was to the docks or factories along the canal. The garage had been hit as well, the one in which Tommy had spent four years since leaving school to learn the trade of a motor mechanic.
“Seeing no one has mentioned it, it would be best if you did not tell anyone what I told you of Jimmy. The application for an award might have been turned down, so best not get everyone excited over nothing,” Tommy told Mary.
“What did Jimmy do?” Mary asked. “You could tell people that without mentioning an award, couldn’t you? After all, it is Jimmy of all people we are talking about!”
“I could, but I don’t remember much; just the ground coming up to meet me and then Jimmy carrying me over his shoulder and dumping me in the woods. I’m told that when I got hit he picked me up and carried me out of harm’s way and then went back to help other wounded, because our gun ended up just so much scrap. We were shooting up some tanks when I caught it, and apparently at the same time as I went down we came under a surprise attack from the other side of the woods by German infantry. The guns finished off the tanks and diverted their fire power onto the infantry, but some more blokes had been shot and Jimmy picked them up off the road and pushed them back onto their guns which moved back down the road. The last they saw of Jimmy was him waving the guns away and shooting into the woods. They thought at the time he went to get me, but no one had seen neither hide nor hair of him and he was listed missing. He wasn’t there when I was picked some hours later. Jimmy, being Jimmy, somehow got out of that lot Ok, but I don’t know the details and neither does anyone else I know.”
They stood outside their home, Tommy looking the house over.
“You never really appreciate anything until you come very near to losing it,” Tommy told Mary. “If this place were a run down old shack I would have still missed it just as much.”
“It’s certainly not a run down old shack, and it is waiting with open arms behind the front door,” Mary told Tommy. They went in and barely had the front door shut before they were in each other’s arms. They kissed and clung tightly to each other, Mary’s wandering hand showing Tommy just how much she wanted him back home, and Tommy’s member obvious and impatient to show just how much he missed her.
“Wait. Wait a minute, sweetheart,” Tommy told Mary. “Come into the kitchen.”
Tommy dropped his kitbag at the end of the settee and sat down, pulling Mary to sit on his knee.
“I am as eager as you to go to bed, but I need a bath first and to get out of this uniform. I could only get showers at the base, and I haven’t had one of those for two days. Let me have a good soak first, and then we can relax. Ok?”
Tommy and Mary sat on the settee, relaxing in each other’s arms while waiting for the bathwater to heat up. Tommy sat at the end of the seat while Mary lay in his arms, her body stretched out the length of the seat. They kissed, and squeezed, and after a while Mary asked, “Are you up to receiving a visitor?”
The image of Charlie immediately floated into Tommy’s head. He did not know why. Perhaps it was because Mary had mentioned her so often in her letters.
“Yes, Ok, sweetheart. When? Tonight?” Tommy agreed a little reluctantly as Mary got up and stood in front of him.
“No. Now,” Mary said, lifting up her dress to show she had no panties on. Tommy’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“My ‘Lady Jane’ has been a perfect pest since she heard you were coming home. Talk about nagging; it’s all she has done for the last two weeks.” Tommy sat looking, and there was a big “Ooh Tommy!” from Mary as he put his shaking fingers on her ‘Lady Jane’ and gently rubbed back and forth along its length.
“Tommy, Tommy darling, that’s wonderful, but she wants more than that. I’ve been petting her for months, but she is never satisfied.” Mary moved her hips up and down, pressing against Tommy’s moving fingers as she gasped.
“Oh, Tommy, Tommy, its been so long. Diddle me now, I can’t wait any longer.”
“Diddle you?” Tommy asked.
“Yes, I mean do it. Will you do it, please?”
Tommy also stood, and holding Mary by the arms he guided her to sit on the edge of the seat and knelt in front of her. He did not attempt to diddle her. Instead he lifted her dress and kissed her Lady Jane, moving his lips and tongue to send wave after wave of hot passionate thrills crashing through her whole body. Her hands held his head as she moaned softly, until her hips and Lady Jane began an urgent lifting and heaving against his lips as her groans became louder until she gasped, “I’m cumming, Tommy I’m cumming,” and with a last gasp and heave of her hips and bottom she landed back onto the settee seat.
“Oh, Tommy you’re so different from...” Mary broke off before she finished whatever she was about to say.
“So different from what?” Tommy asked, somewhat out of breath.
“Erm… from before you went away, darling.” Mary’s voice faltered. “That was wonderful, Tommy.”
She rained down hundreds of kisses all over his face as he still knelt before her. “My darling Tommy, I love you so much. That was wonderful; you’re wonderful; it’s wonderful to have you home.”
“Not as wonderful as it’s going to be. I’ve been saving all that I have for you, and want it to be very special,” Tommy told her.
“And I can’t wait either,” Mary told him. “Come on. The water should be hot enough now.”
Tommy filled the bathtub while Mary got some towels from the landing cupboard. He stripped off his uniform shirt and trousers, kicking them into a corner feeling somewhat cooler and relieved to get them off, and eager to step into the bath. With his back still to the door, he rubbed his shoulder. It felt numb and cold in places, as he massaged and pressed to work some feeling into it. Across his shoulder blade and around the top of his ribs was the worst, and he knew it would never heal completely. They had explained to him about all the nerves that had been cut, and told him that with damage like that the numbness would never leave him.
Mary let out a loud “Aargh!” as she came into the bathroom and stood looking at the long scar that went almost the whole length of Tommy’s back. Tommy turned swiftly to face her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling. I wasn’t thinking. I should have told you what to expect. I didn’t mean to shock you.” Tommy was desperate to apologise.
“It’s all right, Tommy, it’s all right,” Mary hastened to reassure him. “I should have expected something like that, but I don’t know if I ever thought about scars from your wounds.”
“I should have warned you,” Tommy repeated. “I wondered how I was going to show you, without the scare, but I forgot. My mind was more on His Lordship and your Lady Jane.”
“Yes, I can see that,” Mary said, taking hold of his member and squeezing it tightly. “If you had turned around much quicker you would have knocked me over,” she joked. “Turn around again and let me have another look at your back.”
Tommy turned his back to Mary as she asked.
“Is it very ugly? Does it put you off?” Tommy asked.
Mary stood looking at the scar for some moments, watching it movements as Tommy stepped into the bath.
“It’s not ugly at all,” Mary said, still looking. “In fact it adds something to you, you know, like…? You know when you see the main stars in films they sometimes have a scar on them, put there to give them that added attraction. Well, that’s what it does for you.”
“Does it?” Tommy asked, a little sceptical. “Like a book I once read. I wear my scars with pride.”
“Yes, something like that,” Mary agreed.
“There is one thing about it still,” Tommy told her, “You see where the scar starts just under the top of my shoulder blade? That still makes me jump if I lean against it or anyone bumps into it.” Tommy continued as Mary looked, “I think it’s a combination of tenderness and exposed nerves. It’s a horrible feeling, and I try to avoid it. I did mention it to one of the doctors and he said, ‘Yes, it’s just there’ and then he pressed on it. I must have jumped six feet into the air, but he told me it will take some time to settle.”
Tommy sat down into the warm soapy water with a long sigh. “God, the times I’ve thought about doing this these last six months!”
“What a silly thing to do, making you jump like that,” Mary said and started to soap Tommy’s back very gently while he leaned forwards to start washing his feet and legs.
“When you get to the middle bit,” Mary said, “Leave it. Those are for me to wash.”
Tommy leaned back as at Mary’s insistence she started on his chest, washing under his arms down to his hands then back across his chest, over his stomach and down to the pit of his belly.
“I’m leaving the best bits until last,” Mary told Tommy. “Turn over if you can,” Mary giggled. “With that monster sticking out like that, your bum will be up in the air.”
“I’ll fold it up my belly,” Tommy told her. “And you don’t have to do every inch of me. I’m not helpless.”
“I know, but I want to. I want to get to know every inch of you again.”
She washed Tommy’s bum, smacking it not too lightly and slipped her hand down between his thighs, tickling and massaging his bits and pieces, but as she did so she felt a rising breathless excitement in her chest and the urge to do something, anything more than just this. It was a powerful feeling that overtook all of her actions.
“Turn over quickly,” Mary said with some urgency, and as Tommy came onto his back Mary grabbed at his member. It was with the same urgency that she soaped it, but only for two or three seconds before she leant over the bath and closed her mouth completely over its head. Tommy raised his hips, lifting upwards to meet Mary’s bobbing head as she urgently pushed his throbbing and pulsating member in deep and almost to the back of her throat. Her mouth clamped hard around it, and Tommy could feel the fast, tight rhythm of her lips speeding every-which-way over the head. He knew that he could climax in seconds.
“No. No, not like this,” Tommy almost pleaded as he gently but firmly pushed Mary’s head away and off his member.
“Oh, Tommy, I want to taste it. I was almost cumming then,” Mary pleaded, still trying to put his member back into her mouth.
“So was I. Come on, let’s get onto the bed.” Tommy stood up in the bath, Mary still holding onto his member as he stepped out and grabbed a towel. He quickly dried himself for as long as it took them to get to the bedroom and jump onto the bed.
Tommy was very happy and excited to see how eager Mary was as she scrambled onto the bed, not even taking the time to take off her dress but lifting it as high up her body as it would go. He watched her, stunned, as she lay back her knees bent up and open so wide her outstretched arms were between them. Tommy ogled the eagerly welcoming beautiful view as he scrambled on top of her, plunging his member deeply into his beautiful Mary. He met no resistance, stopping only as their pelvises met. He held his member deep inside her with his head buried into her long blond hair that spread over pillow, and quietly groaned as he felt the long awaited sensation of Mary’s Lady Jane gripping him. Her movements created that long remembered sucking motion, not only enveloping all of his member but his body and mind, which just drifted on a sea of pleasure. Tommy lay like this for some time. He was in no hurry to bring it to an end, this, his first full act of intercourse, his long awaited love making with his beautiful Mary. They lay together kissing passionately, their hands feeling over any part of each other’s body that they could reach. Tommy’s lips were on Mary’s breasts and nipples, sucking hard and squeezing tightly while doing the same to her other nipple with his fingers. Mary moaned and gasped, while Tommy just wallowed in the sensations of Mary’s Lady Jane.
Tommy was very eager, almost raving for sex, and had been that way since they were downstairs on the settee. He had hoped to keep his urges under control so that they could experience the most of every bodily contact, every sensation, every thrill of this first night. Knowing how he felt, he was amazed to see and think that Mary could actually feel the same, and quite surprised to see the position that she adopted when she lay on the bed. She was never like that. She might have taken that position once they were well into a good session, but she would never lie on the bed exposing herself as she was now before they even started. She must have been even more eager for it than he was. Maybe, he thought, the way I plunged right into her Lady Jane without any trouble just confirms it, because up to the time I went away it never went in as easily as that.
“Are you all right darling?” Mary asked.
“In heaven,” Tommy muttered into her neck. “Just leaving it in to soak for a while.”
“Tommy, you haven’t changed, have you?” Mary asked. “Are you going to diddle me darling? I’m hovering right on the edge of a cum.”
“Mmm, me too,” Tommy agreed, raising himself up onto his elbows and off her body. He started to ride his member in and out of Mary as she lifted her hips to meet his every thrust. They both began to breathe heavily. Their kisses became shorter despite their efforts to continue the long, passionate ones, but were now much too out of breath. Tommy had started in earnest, and now he could not stop as he drove his member rapidly in and out. Mary gasped each time he plunged in there, with groans that were almost cries echoing around the room. Her feet came down onto the bed either side of Tommy as she raised her hips up to stay still, offering up her ever-grasping opening to Tommy’s plunging member.
“Oh God, I’m cumming Tommy! I’m cumming,” Mary was almost shrieking as she grasped Tommy around the waist trying to pull him down onto her.
Tommy could not change his position even if he wanted to, and neither could he stop the inevitable as Mary’s upward thrust took his entire member inside her.
“I’m cumming Tommy!!” Mary’s cries seemed to shriek in his ears as he dropped onto her, flattening her body onto the bed and forcing his member deep inside her as if trying to reach some hidden depths of ecstasy never before discovered. He pumped with all the urgency that was in him, until his whole body felt as though he was exploding into a thousand pieces, the sensations seeming to flow from Mary’s very core to overwhelm him; drowning him, taking him. He felt a swimming light headedness, a floating that took him once again high above himself to look down upon them both, to watch his actions as still he drove his member in and out of Mary. He could feel every sensation of the actual contact of his member and Mary’s Lady Jane, and yet he was floating miles above, his voice echoing from far away.
“Mary, I can’t stop, I can’t stop,” he gasped lifting his head up. It took him some seconds to realize that he was talking into the pillow next to Mary’s neck, but what he said was true: he could not stop, and he was still thrusting in and out of Mary who was still meeting his every thrust.
“Don’t stop, darling... we can do it again can’t we?” Mary panted, her voice broken and uneven between Tommy’s thrusts.
“I can’t stop. I’m on the verge of cumming again, but it’s not happening,” Tommy told her, gritting his teeth and panting as he strove to burst open their dam gates with Mary meeting each stroke. He raised himself slightly above her again, his member still being gripped by her Lady Jane.
“All the way in, and all the way out this time,” Mary gasped at Tommy, looking into his eyes and putting her hands on his head, bringing it down so that she could kiss his lips.
“Ravish me, darling. Wreck me. Fuck me really hard; harder; HARDER!”
Tommy gasped, but before he could say anything, Mary held her lips against his and jerked her Lady Jane hard and fast up and down the length of his member.
“Oh Tommy, do it! Do it hard!” Mary was pleading and thrusting her Lady Jane, gobbling up the length of his member as she pushed, and wringing it out as she withdrew.
To Tommy it seemed Mary’s Lady Jane was now so wide and deep when Mary was on the upwards thrust, then gripping so tight as Mary pulled back, he could not help but think it felt as though she could take anything twice the size that he had.
Tommy’s mind was wandering as he gritted his teeth again, plunging away, his grunting almost matching Mary’s as they both heaved against each other, both covered in sweat and equally breathless.
“It’s cumming Mary,” Tommy gasped. “I’m cumming and it’s a fifty mile an hour one!”
He almost shouted as he plunged and pumped in and out at a speed that surprised him. Mary, knowing she could never keep up with Tommy, opened her knees wide and held her hips and bum up off the bed so that nothing hindered him as he plunged and pumped in and out of the grasping Lady Jane.
“I’m cumming Tommy. Fuck harder, faster. Oh. Oh!” Mary could not contain herself any longer as the waves of her climax washed over her, wave after wave of sensations heightened by the feeling of Tommy’s cum hitting deep inside of her. She squeezed hard on his member, subconsciously trying to get and feel more of his liquid in her. Even when the waves of ecstasy died away, she still tried to get more and more from it until they both collapsed into a sweating heap of utterly spent flesh.
Mary lay under Tommy, gasping. That was something like she had never had before, something neither of them in their four years together had ever had. To drive into each other with so much lust, desire, want and urgency was new to both of them. Even her Pinky felt a cramp with the first frantic waves of her climax, and it had not gone away yet. She felt she needed to massage it to ease the feeling away.
After some five minutes of just being collapsed onto each other, Tommy lifted himself off and lay alongside of Mary who sat up and reached for the damp towel that Tommy had used after his bath. She pushed it up against her Lady Jane.
“My word, Tommy, when you said you’ve been saving it up for seven months you were not kidding were you?”
“Why? What’s up?” Tommy asked, looking to see what Mary was doing.
“You must have had gallons in there,” Mary said, flipping up his member with her finger. “I felt it gushing in, and now it’s coming out of me. It’s so lovely I want to keep it all up there.”
“I very much doubt you’ll get pregnant, if that’s what you’re hoping for,” Tommy told her.
“Oh? Why? What makes you say that?” Mary asked.
“Well… Oh, not now. We have to talk some time, but not now. That was some session though, wasn’t it? You’re still my beautiful Mary, bloody marvellous eager to be with me, my beautiful, beautiful Mary.”
Tommy leaned over Mary who now lay back still holding the towel to her Lady Jane. He kissed her on the lips and massaged her left breast with his right hand.
“Does this still turn you on?” he asked her. Mary nodded, returning his kisses.
“And I can’t wait too long for you to give my bum a good hard smacking and make love again like we just have,” Mary told him as she picked up his semi hard member and squeezed.
Tommy looked at Mary’s other hand still holding the towel. “It’s not still coming out is it?” he asked.
“No, I’m trying to keep it in. It gives me a lovely feeling knowing I’m full of you, and I want lots more.”
“If you wait a few hours, I’ll be able to give you some more, but right now, darling, I feel so hot and sticky I think I’ll have a quick dip in the bath again. Then, if you don’t mind, I’ll grab a couple of hours sleep. It’s something I have not been able to do this last few days because I still could not believe I was getting out until I actually did.”
“All right, darling, and while you are having your sleep, I’ll ring your parents and tell them you came home had something to eat and a bath and went straight to bed, all right? And you’ll see them tomorrow.”
“Yes, good idea,” Tommy said, sitting up. “And while I’m getting my bath you can tell me about the swearing bit.”
“Oh that? No, not now. If you did not like it, I’m sorry,” Mary told Tommy. “But later tonight or tomorrow?”
Mary went into the bathroom. Tommy following her as she started running the bath.
“You can give me the gist of it while I’m bathing,” Tommy told Mary as she went to fetch another clean towel from the cupboard on the landing. She needed time to think.
“Well, Ok then, but there is nothing to it really. It was just that I was trying to make it really exciting for you, darling. It was during some intimate talk with Charlie.” She paused. “Actually, she was telling me about what she and her fiancé got up to and somehow she made it sound so exciting I thought I’d try it with you.”
Tommy sat in the lukewarm water and slowly soaped himself while Mary sat on the bath rug.
“I didn’t need to be made more excited than I was already,” Tommy said. “Did Charlie swearing at her fiancé make it more exciting for him while they were doing it? Is that what you’re saying?”
“According to Charlie, he asked her to do it when he was not expecting it, and when she did he would go at her like a rabbit - whatever they go like,” Mary answered.
“Funny how things change when people like us two have to separate for a time,” Tommy mused. “You looked just the same to me when I saw you at the station, and mostly up to now you still are, but the pose you took when you got on the bed - you were always too shy to do that before, until we were actually doing it that is, and you swearing to make me more excited…?”
“Yes, but...”
Tommy put his fingers gently on Mary’s lips. “It’s Ok, let me finish. I’ve just given your Lady Jane one hell of a good bashing and there was not the least resistance like there used to be. It would appear that not only your way of thinking has changed, but also your body because seven months ago you could not always take all of my member in one go.”
Tommy stood up and Mary knelt by the side of the bath. She found the soap, and started to soap Tommy’s member and his bits and pieces.
“What are you thinking Tommy?” Mary asked.
“You tell me there hasn’t been another bloke and I will believe you, but you have changed quite a bit. Is this all down to Charlie’s doing?”