At the first opportunity, Kristian decided to quietly leave the make shift field hospital, determined to see Holly again. Holly’s home was less than one kilometer away and normally the walk would not be that difficult, but Kristian’s ankle created a problem. How to get from the hospital to Holly’s house, without having to collapse reeling in pain from the walk when he got there.
Kristian looked around the hospital for an available crutch or any other object he could use to aid him to walk on his bad leg as he made his way to the door of the building. Shoved to the side into a corner of the room, was a cane next to the body of a dead British officer. Kristian walked over to the dead man and curiously began looking him over.
The officer was a middle-aged man with graying black hair and a face that was pleasant and inviting, like someone you would want to have as a friend. Kristian stood next to him and looked over his face, trying to learn every character and line on it. Kristian thought to himself that if he saw the British officer in the sights of his rifle he surely would have killed him without hesitation, but being this close to this dead brave man-made
Kristian very sad, thinking of the men that he had killed on the battle field. Were they kind and loving fathers? Were they dedicated husbands or a mother’s promising son that was everything to her? These thoughts weighed heavy on Kristian’s mind and for the first time he experienced sympathy for his enemy.
Kristian put his hand on the British officer’s chest then closed his eyes and began to pray quietly so the other soldiers could not hear him. “God. I’m not sure if you are real or not, but I kind of hope that you are. This man looks like a good man and clearly, he was a brave man.
I hope you allow soldiers to come to heaven; I’ve lost a lot of good friends and I hope that maybe one day I’ll get to see them again. I know soldiers have to do a lot of bad shit, but we don’t have much of a choice, being that it’s them or us, and I hope you can keep that in consideration. I’m not sure that I’m doing this praying stuff right, but I sure hope you hear me out. Anyway, thanks God…and uh…Jesus too.”
“That’s a funny way to pray, but I don’t think that God would care,” a woman’s voice said from behind Kristian. Hearing the woman’s unexpected comment coming from behind him surprised and embarrassed Kristian, but he noticed that the voice was vaguely familiar. Kristian turned around to face the woman and make a joke about praying but was again surprised to see that the voice came from Holly.
She looked exhausted and her baby blue dress was covered with the blood of wounded and dying soldiers, but she still could work up the energy to give Kristian a loving smile. Kristian’s eyes drew open wide and the expression on his face went from the bowels of solemnness to the blissfulness of pure delight at seeing Holly once again.
Kristian and Holly both lunged at each other, wrapping their arms around one another and kissing ferociously as if to devour each other. The large room filled with men moaning in agony and pain became silent; all of the eyes of the wounded men were joyfully upon Kristian and Holly.
The two young lovers finally noticed the strange silence and looked around the room try to find the reason, then found that every soldier was staring at them with smiles from ear to ear. “Kiss her again,” one of the soldiers shouted. Kristian and Holly looked at each other smiling at the attention that they had attracted. “Yeah, kiss her again,” another soldier shouted. Then, the rest of the soldiers jumped in.
Kristian smiled at Holly, then went in for the kill. Kristian put his arm around Holly’s waist and pulled her to him with his right hand and grabbed a hand full of hair and gave it a light pull then, bent her back and began to kiss her passionately.
“Woo hoo,” one of the soldiers shouted. “Ho ho yeah,” another yelled as if they were home with the boys watching an old stag film. Kristian pulled Holly back up and relieved her from his tight embrace. “Okay,” Kristian shouted to the wounded, ribbing the men. “Shows over, back to the moaning.”
“Boo,” an anonymous soldier shouted.
Kristian looked at Holly with a smile and little chuckle. “Let’s get out of here” He grabbed Holly’s hand and began to lead her out of the building.
They left the hospital and walked around the corner of the building where several trucks were parked that were used to carry the wounded from battle at the front. There were two rows of trucks, four in each row.
Kristian and Holly went in between two of the trucks and walked to the center of the parked vehicles. Holly leaned back on the hood of one of the parked trucks and Kristian stood there for a second, silently staring at her young beautiful face and glistening brown eyes. “I want to make love to you so bad, I can hardly take it,” Kristian told Holly with a look of pain on his face.
“I want you too,” Holly confessed with a regretful sigh.
Kristian looked into Holly’s eyes, his desire for her growing until finally reaching the blowing point of uncontrollable carnal desire. Kristian put his strong hands around Holly’s waist and pulled her up and roughly turned her over face down of the hood of the truck. Kristian’s sudden actions both frightened and excited Holly; the feeling of being man-handled felt sexually appealing somehow.
Not rough and painful, just enough firmness to reinforce the fact that she was being made love to by a man. Kristian pulled Holly’s dress just up above her hips and her panties down with one hand and holding her down against the hood of the truck with the other.
Holly tried to put up a fight, wrestling with Kristian to keep her dress down. Though in fear from the possible embarrassment of being discovered by someone at any moment, she also found it exciting and somehow enticing being desirably dirty sexually. No sooner had Holly’s protest started, it ended suddenly when Kristian slid inside of her.
Holly gasped for a breath of air, eyes wide open, shocked at Kristian’s quick penetration and the utter bliss that she was experiencing. Kristian grabbed Holly’s hips and forcefully thrust his hips against Holly’s ass repeatedly, sounding as if being spanked and forcing his lust as deep inside her as he could.
Holly could not believe the feelings that she was experiencing; the feel of Kristian’s strong masculine hands firmly holding her was heavenly. The feeling of the danger of being discovered was exhilarating and just added to the amazing sensations she was experiencing.
As Kristian continued to forcefully thrust deep into her, he grabbed a handful of Holly’s long brown hair and pulled it back toward him close enough to him that he could see her face. Kristian began thrusting harder and faster and between the feeling of both Kristian’s thrusts, the pulling of her hair and the danger of being discovered it was almost much more than Holly could take.
She began to moan in pleasure, louder and louder as the care for discovery slipped away from her consciousness. Holly was just on the edge of the best orgasm her young life had yet to have when Kristian reached up and firmly grasped Holly’s breast and gently squeezed. The feeling of his strong masculine hand added to the pleasure she was experiencing, pushing her over the mountain and into the valley of ecstasy. As Holly peaked,
Kristian exploded and Holly could feel the warmth coming in her, adding to the unbelievable pleasure she was experiencing. Kristian collapsed on top of Holly panting, trying to catch his breath. “Get up, you idiot before someone sees us,” Holly demanded with a growl and an elbow into Kristian’s ribs.
Rattled by the sharpness of Holly’s request, Kristian quickly raised himself, freeing her to get herself back together and properly presentable.“I can’t believe you did that,” Holly said with an angry look on her face as she struggled to get her dress down and over her petite hips. “I... I…,” Kristian stammered trying to think of something to justify his animal behavior.
“It’s okay though,” Holly said with a smile, hopping lightly with giddiness. “I liked it,” Kristian’s face lit up, knowing that Holly enjoyed their little erotic interlude. I’m definitely going to do this again, Kristian said to himself as he thought about the amazing experience that they had together, and the pleasure it had brought them.
Holly grabbed Kristian by the hand and led him out of their secluded hideaway the parked trucks had provided and back to the hospital so she could return to helping the wounded. As they began to go around the corner to the front of the building, Kristian abruptly stopped walking and jerked Holly’s arm, pulling her back to him. “Where are you going?” Kristian said, confused as to why Holly would go back inside the building so quickly.
“I’ve to go back; they need me,” Holly told Kristian with a frown on her face. “They will be okay without you for a while,” Kristian said in an attempt to convince her to stay with him.
“I love you Kristian and there’s nothing I would love more than to get the chance to spend time with you, but those horribly wounded boys inside need me.
As those words were coming out of Holly’s mouth, three transport trucks came quickly down the road and made a sudden halt in front of the hospital building. A gruff, scruffy and battle-weary middle-aged sergeant opened the cab door of the leading truck and stood commandingly up in the door well.
“Every man who can carry a gun get your ass in the trucks, we’re going to the front.“Shit,” Kristian said not pleased with the prospect of going back to the front, just in order to be used as cannon fodder for retreating army. “Well, I guess that settles that,” Kristian said. “I’m going back and you’re going in.”
He silently looked deep into Holly’s deceivingly innocent looking eyes for a moment, then bent down and softly, but passionately, kissed her lips. Holly began to cry in fear for Kristian’s life; she knew the danger Kristian was going back to.
But she also knew that neither one of them had any choice in the matter. Holly looked at Kristian and bravely smiled. “Don’t worry,” Holly said as she pulled his hand and held it against his child’s mother’s belly. “We will be waiting for you.”
Kristian smiled, both proud and happy, then gave Holly one last passionate kiss goodbye. “I’ll be back soon,” Kristian said.
He then reluctantly pulled away from Holly’s wanted embrace and walked toward the waiting supply trucks, repeatedly looking back at her as he walked away. Kristian climbed into the back of the truck with the other men and sat down next to the tailgate. Kristian and Holly continued to quietly gaze at each other, engraving the image of this moment into memory.
The trucks began starting their engines, then slowly pulled away, beginning their journey back to dangers of the front. Holly stood outside the hospital and watched as the trucks drove away and out of view, trying to keep her composure while anguishing silently inside. Holly knew that the chance of them ever seeing one another again was slim at best.
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