Forever, Blue Eyes

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “We’ll go to the train station together tomorrow night, Johnny. I want to see you off.”

  He sucked in a cautious breath. “Aw, honey, I don’t know about that. I don’t know if I could take a last-minute goodbye from you like that. It wouldn’t do well for me to be bawling like a baby when I stepped on to the train with all the other guys.” He chuckled.

  “Well, get used to the idea, soldier boy, because I’m coming to that train station with you no matter what.”

  “I just wish I’d met you before the war started.” He traced a fingertip down Betsy’s throat to the hollow between her breasts before leaning close to kiss her there. “Just think, we could have been married with a little house of our own and maybe…maybe even a baby by now.”

  “Married…” Listening to Johnny describe the idyllic scenario she’d played over and over again in her mind almost since she’d first laid eyes on him, Betsy couldn’t prevent the catch in her throat when she spoke. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and chest, tenderly kneading his warm flesh while doing her best to commit the feel of his skin to memory.

  “John and Betsy Lakeside,” Johnny said with a smile. “Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Look, Betsy, it wouldn’t be fair to ask you to wait for me, but if you’re not married or with someone when the war’s over I’d like nothing more than to make you my wife when I come home.” Raking his fingers through his short hair, Johnny laughed. “Aw, hell, that wasn’t really much of a proposal, was it? I guess romance isn’t one of my strong points.”

  Betsy sat up against the pillows, drawing him into a hug. “On the contrary, it’s the most perfect, beautiful thing you could have possibly said to me tonight, Johnny. Except, I don’t want to wait. I want to marry you now.”

  Johnny’s features exploded into a grin. “No kidding?”

  “No kidding,” Betsy answered with a resolute nod.”

  “It wouldn’t be fair to you, though, Betsy. I mean, what if…what if I don’t come back? You’re too young to be a widow, baby. God only knows what—”

  With a choked gasp, Betsy grasped his arms and shook him. “Don’t say that. Oh please don’t even think it, Johnny. Of course you’re coming back.”

  Johnny tugged her close, rubbing her back. “Shh, shh, shh. It’s all right, honey. I’ll be back. But isn’t there a waiting period of, what, three days or something like that? For the blood tests and marriage license?”

  “Normally.” Betsy nodded. “But I know someone who can help us. Nancy just got married. Her boyfriend got his orders forty-eight hours before he had to ship out. Her uncle is a judge with some clout. He got all the red tape waived and performed a quick civil ceremony. Nancy and I are really close. I know her uncle will help us if she asks him, Johnny.”

  “I’ve heard about other cases where they’ve made exceptions to the seventy-two hour rule during wartime.” Clearly lost in thought, Johnny’s brow furrowed as he seemed to look far off into the distance. “Are you sure you want to do this, Betsy? I mean, you’d make me the happiest guy on earth if you did, but I want to make certain this is what you—”

  “Oh, for heaven’s sake! Quit wasting time, soldier boy, and hand me the telephone so I can dial Nancy’s number.” With a look of mock impatience Betsy gestured to the phone on her nightstand.

  Within the next hour after making a few calls, an ecstatic Betsy had set up all the arrangements for her and Johnny to exchange vows in front of Nancy’s uncle at City Hall the next morning.

  ———

  “Mrs. John Lakeside!” Johnny belted out as soon as they’d exited City Hall. Scooping Betsy into his arms and swinging her around so fast it made her dizzy, he asked, “You know what that means, don’t you, honey?”

  “What, Private Lakeside?” Near giddy with joy, she braced her hands on his shoulders while he held her aloft. “That we’re a couple of crazy kids in love?”

  “Well, that too.” Johnny winked at her. “But I was thinking more about destiny. It means we were destined for this very moment together. Think about it. Just a few days ago we didn’t even know each other. And now we’re married. Married, Betsy!” He swung her around again.

  Once Betsy’s toes touched the cement steps she beamed a smile up at Johnny. “I agree. It was meant to be.” Wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling against the brass buttons on his chest, she held him close. The ceremony had been so speedy and antiseptic it was hard to believe they were actually married—but they were, and she had the documentation to prove it. While Nancy had been able to attend just long enough to serve as a witness before heading off to her job, Linda couldn’t get away from work on such short notice.

  Later, after the war, she and Johnny could do their vows over again in a little flower-lined chapel or church with their friends in attendance. But for right now, Betsy couldn’t be happier. After all, she was in the arms of the man she loved. Her Johnny…her husband! “All I have to say, Johnny, is that whoever is in charge up there,” she hiked a thumb toward heaven, “of coordinating perfect love matches for people, has done pretty well for us.”

  “I’ll say,” Johnny agreed. “They won’t be getting any complaints from me.” And then his expression changed. He leaned in close, a somber look in his eyes—his gaze so intense it was as if he was trying to see into her very soul. “This is for always…forever, blue eyes,” he whispered against Betsy’s ear before kissing her with such passion it brought tears to her eyes.

  A hushed chorus of murmurs and giggles assaulted Betsy’s ears. As she and Johnny ended their kiss they glanced around them to see they’d attracted a small crowd of onlookers on the steps of City Hall. Betsy felt herself turn three shades of red before she broke into nervous laughter.

  Flashing a satisfied smile and pointing proudly at Betsy, Johnny announced, “Hey, everybody. This is my bride. We just got married!”

  A cheer went up and well-wishers crowded around them, clapping and offering their congratulations and best wishes. One woman drew a pouch from her purse and dipped into it. A moment later she was sprinkling the bride and groom with rice.

  “My sister’s getting married in half an hour,” she explained, tossing another small handful of grains. “And I brought more than enough to go around. Congratulations!”

  Johnny caught sight of a man with a camera. “Hey, mister, would you mind taking a picture of me and my beautiful bride and sending the photo to her? I’ll be glad to pay for the postage and film developing.”

  “My pleasure, son,” the older man answered. “But the cost is on me. It’s the least this old vet can do for a fellow soldier.” After Johnny and Betsy posed, she scribbled her address on a scrap of paper and gave it to the man, hoping he’d be kind enough to follow through and send her the picture.

  As soon as the gathering dispersed, Johnny grabbed Betsy’s hand and all but flew down the rest of the steps.

  With one hand holding her hat in place so it wouldn’t blow off, Betsy scrambled after him, yelling, “Johnny! Where are we going?”

  “Your place,” he said without slowing down. “We’ve got food, drink, music and a squeaky double bed. All we need to keep us happy for the next several hours. Come on, blue eyes, step on it. We don’t want to waste a single minute of our time together.”

  Chapter Five

  “Has anyone ever told you, my dear Mrs. Lakeside,” Johnny said, lifting the waistband of Betsy’s underpants and peeking at her pussy as if it were a tempting cherry pie cooling on a windowsill, “that you have the prettiest, most lip-licking little pussy imaginable.”

  “No, but I’d love to hear all about it from you.” Johnny’s words and the way he looked at her, like she was delectable, made Betsy feel beautiful, desirable. Stretching on the bed as he traced her curly triangle of hair she added, “Just what is it about my pussy that intrigues you so?” As he slipped her panties down, she lifted her bottom from the mattress. Once she was bare, Johnny spread her legs apart.

  “Well, let’s take the moist
ure factor, for starters.” He swooped one extended finger along the inside of her upper thigh and then held the digit aloft, examining it. “See how hot and wet you are for me? I really like that—a lot. And then, of course, there’s the taste factor.” He dipped three fingers into the alcove between her thighs and then sucked her juices from them, one by one. “Now that’s just too damned delicious to be legal.”

  Each action, each word from her new husband’s mouth, every touch of his flesh against hers, elevated Betsy’s libido until she found herself panting in anticipation of feeling him inside her once again. Now, she needed to feel him inside her now!

  “Okay, soldier boy,” she said with a devilish smile as she dragged Johnny into place. “It’s time to roll out the heavy artillery and start the invasion. Don’t stop shooting that big cannon until you see the whites of their eyes, soldier. Batten down the hatches. Man the torpedoes, full speed ahead!”

  A husky chuckle rumbled up from Johnny’s chest. “You’re mixing your branches of the service, General, but I think I get the idea.”

  Before Betsy even had time to take another breath, Johnny plunged into her with one swift mighty thrust. Her thighs trembled and her breathing grew shallower at the welcome military invasion. She had her soldier’s hot, hard flesh inside her, his hands and mouth working to please her, the velvet steel of his muscled body pressing into her soft flesh. She could touch him, smell him, experience him… He was hers. Forever.

  Betsy did her best to explore with her fingers as he kept up a rhythmic pace. With a bit of stretching she’d cupped his balls, stroking and squeezing cautiously.

  “That feels good,” he said, thrusting even deeper until his cock was hitting high and hard, connecting with someplace extraordinary. “Feel that, baby?”

  Lost in a whirl of mysterious pleasure, all Betsy could do was nod. She could feel him clear up to her womb and the blissful sensation was indescribable.

  “It’s tickling the tip of my cock just right,” Johnny said, his breath ragged. “Especially when I do this.” With a slow gyration of his hips, he twitched deep inside her. “Oh, fuck, yeah, that feels good.” Dipping his head, he captured one of her nipples between his teeth and tugged. She shuddered with pure delight. The more exuberant his tugging, the more exquisite her enjoyment.

  “Oh, how I love being with you, Johnny.” Betsy’s words came on labored breaths. “It’s like someone came along and dipped me in a great big vat of ecstasy.” They were quiet for a while, luxuriating in the rapture of their personal honeymoon heaven.

  Her body building toward a climax that promised to be beyond profound, Betsy stared into Johnny’s eyes as he gazed hard into hers. She could feel his love permeating every cell of her being and wondered if he could feel her love in return. Without speaking, Johnny nodded. It was almost if they’d somehow been gifted with the ability to speak to each other of love with only the power of their minds.

  Just as it seemed she’d either detonate or perhaps melt from an overdose of sheer, raw pleasure, Betsy felt herself stiffen. Seconds later her body trembled, quaked and orgasmed. Adding to her immense joy, she felt Johnny climaxing at the same time, calling out her name as he gripped her tight and close.

  As if caught in a whirling tornado of devotion and passion, the crescendo of their joint orgasm—their first as husband and wife—remained long enough to deliver the most amazing pure essence of erotic love to each nerve ending.

  When the satisfying tremors finally drifted to a close, Betsy sighed. “Oh, God, this is heaven. Honeymoon heaven.”

  Johnny sprawled on top of her, looking more pleased and content than she’d ever seen him. When he was able to speak he rolled over lazily, wrenching Betsy close until her head rested just over his heart. “It was unbelievable. You’ve turned my world on end, Mrs. Lakeside, and I couldn’t be happier.” They stayed that way enjoying a silent embrace until Johnny shifted to his side a few moments later. Propped on an elbow, his head rested on the palm of his hand. “I know this isn’t the kind of honeymoon a woman dreams about, Betsy, but I’ll make it up to you one day. I promise. After I come home we’ll go anywhere you want, just name it.”

  “You know, I think that big field of flowers you talked about before would be just perfect.” Betsy smoothed her hand across his cheek. “I really don’t care where it is as long as we’re together.”

  “When I’m in the trenches, just before I close my eyes to go to sleep I’m going to think about how I long to hold your sweet naked body in my arms, bury my nose in your silky hair, thrust my cock into your warm, creamy depths.” He smoothed his hands over her curves as he spoke. “Oh, sweetheart, how I’ll miss those soft, luscious curves of yours.” His hand traveled over her. “Full breasts, belly, thighs…” He reached beneath her, clutching her backside. “And that enticing ass of yours. Perfect. Everything about you is perfect, blue eyes.”

  “Mmmm, and you, handsome…” Betsy pulled herself up, getting on her knees and cupped his groin, enjoying the feel of his limp shaft gradually mushrooming beneath her fingers. “You’re the big, beefy embodiment of my fantasies.” She stroked his hip and thigh with the other hand. “Big, thick cock, strong, muscular thighs and…” She grabbed one of his ass cheeks and squeezed. “And that firm, sexy ass. Until you come home I’ll be counting the days until I can hold you in my arms again, naked and without a stitch of that dull khaki or rough olive-drab anywhere to be seen.” She played with Johnny’s cock, rolling it between her hands as if it were kindling and she was trying to start a fire—which she indeed was.

  She licked her lips and let out a low, throaty chuckle. “Do you know what I’m thinking about?” Now she engaged in a longer more exaggerated swipe of her tongue across her lips.

  “Chocolate chip cookies?” he teased.

  “Nope. But if I had any more chocolate in the house I’ll give you three guesses what I’d be using it for right about now.” After pumping his shaft with her hand a few times she released it, thoroughly delighted to see that it was nearly erect again. She leaned over and caught his firm, bobbing flesh in her mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling. In no time at all it had swelled to its previous proportions.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Johnny groaned, fisting her hair and drawing her head closer to him. “Christ that feels good.”

  Making use of her hands and mouth, Betsy focused on giving her husband a sensory memory to carry with him he’d never forget. Guided by his moans and groans of pleasure, she experimented with her tongue, swirling around the broad base of his cock and flicking it across the tender head. “Believe it or not,” she said coming up for air, “I don’t even miss the chocolate a single bit.” And then her mouth was on him again, sucking with more insistence, biting with more determination until Johnny’s hips pumped hard and he growled out his climax, spurting warm salty ribbons of cum down the back of Betsy’s throat.

  The precious hours they spent together were like a carnal treasure chest of riches as the newlyweds explored, experimented and enjoyed a wealth of sexual delights. Now, with Betsy on her knees, her backside facing Johnny, she knew the last of the uncharted territory left on her flesh map was about to be traveled.

  When she felt Johnny spreading salad oil in the crack of her ass with his finger, Betsy teased, “I hope you’re not going to add vinegar to the oil.”

  “Well, our only choices were this, or the lard I found in the back of your kitchen cabinet or that jar of messy cold cream on your dresser,” Johnny said, chuckling. “I figured salad oil was probably the best choice.” He ringed the rosebud of her anus with the tip of his finger a few times before slipping inside just a ways. “You should probably know I haven’t done this before,” he said.

  “That makes two of us.”

  “But I’ve read about it, so I know the basics. I promise to be gentle.”

  The sensation was strange at first and Betsy didn’t quite know how she felt about the anal invasion. As Johnny’s finger probed a little deeper she started to get more used t
o it, finding it somewhat pleasurable, but still odd. She still couldn’t begin to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock up her ass.

  “I trust you,” she said. “The idea of doing this would be unsavory if it were anyone else, but nothing feels wrong or off limits when it involves you, Johnny.” She glanced back over her shoulder to see Johnny sheathing his cock and then coating it with the oil. When she first felt his cock seeking entrance she instinctively tightened her ass cheeks.

  “Well, that felt damn good,” Johnny said with a husky chuckle. “But I think you better try to relax, baby, so I can get inside.”

  After two more tries, Johnny was able to slip the tip of his cock within the interior of her anus. Betsy’s eyes widened at the unusual sensation and she gasped.

  “Doing okay?”

  “Yes. Try going in a little further.”

  Johnny’s cock probed deeper and Betsy felt a curious mix of pain and pleasure. It was when Johnny reached beneath her and jammed his fingers up her pussy that Betsy cried out. Johnny’s cock and his hand stilled.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She panted, unable to answer at first. “No. Feels good. More,” was all she could manage under the circumstances.

  The finely orchestrated movements of Johnny’s fabulous cock twitching halfway up her ass while his magic fingers fucked her juicy pussy were so intensely gratifying Betsy thought she would simply explode on the spot.

  “Jesus, Betsy, Jesus.” Johnny sounded nearly as breathless as she was. “You feel so damn good. So damned tight.”

  “More,” she demanded.”

  “Want to…can’t,” Johnny said, sounding as if he was speaking through clenched teeth. “Not…not supposed to go all the way in the first time.” He stopped to suck in a deep breath. “You could get hurt, sweetheart.”