Casualty of War(Current Rating 60/100, based on 18 votes)
For the first time in two months Edwina dressed without embarrassment. She had arrived at the RAF station the previous evening after her initial training at the barracks
as a WAAF. The lack of privacy had appalled her, and the bawdy language of the other recruits had caused her to retreat even more into her shell.
She came from a small town in the south where girls with her background did not fraternise with any men who were not approved by her parents, and her experience in that field was virtually non-existent. She had never had a serious boyfriend and the chaps at the tennis club had only ever come close to her at the annual dances – from where her Father always collected her before the end of the function.
Edwina glanced in the cracked mirror of her tiny room and smiled at the shapely young figure clothed in a Service Issue ill-fitting bra and the most unfeminine knickers she had ever worn; the legs were elasticated and they were more like pantaloons. She quickly covered the frightful underwear with her uniform and completed the basic make-up – only a small amount of lipstick was allowed.
She walked to the office where she would be working as a telephonist and was introduced to a bluff Flight-Sergeant and an elderly officer. She found the work easy and the day went quite quickly once she had coped with all the Service jargon that she heard over the phone, and had begun to understand who was who on the Base.
At six she was relieved by a young airman for the night shift and wandered slowly across the paved paths towards her billet. As she crossed the main roadway, a noisy car roared behind her and she stepped quickly onto the grass. The car pulled up alongside her and she turned to see a grinning Pilot Officer in an old MG sports car.
“Sorry – I don’t usually run over attractive young WAAfs. You’re quite safe”
She smiled at the cheery greeting, then remembered the man was an Officer and managed to complete a salute.
“You must be new” the man said, “You should know you don’t salute when I’m not wearing a hat – I can’t acknowledge it”
“Sorry Sir” she blushed, “It’s my first day here”
“Thought I hadn’t seen you before – want a lift?”
“I’m only going to the billet – and I’m not sure I should”
“Oh, come on, I’m sure you’d like to join me in a short spin in ‘Betsy’- she goes like the wind downhill” he joked.
Edwina liked the look of the young man and with a quick glance around, moved to the small door and climbed into the car.
“I’m Pete” he said, holding out his hand.
“Edwina” she responded, taking the firm hand briefly in hers.
After an illicit drive at breakneck speed around the empty perimeter track, he stopped with a screech of brakes outside the WAAF billet.
“There you are” he said, “You’re just in time to sort yourself out before supper. By the way, what are you doing after?”
“Nothing special”
“Then ‘Betsy’ will be here in one hour and you can join me in a drink at the local – I’m not flying tonight, so I’m allowed a pint”
“Well……”
“No refusals please – it’s an order” he said with a grin, “Can’t disobey an Officer, you know”
“All right, I’ll be ready” she said, quite looking forward to getting off the Base for a while.
Promptly at eight she heard the car arrive and went out to join Pete. He roared off and they left the Base, heading out into the country. After twenty minute they pulled up at a beautiful old pub and Pete helped her out.
During the ensuing hour Edwina learnt that Pete was Hurricane pilot, had been flying for six months and didn’t have a girlfriend. She also consumed two gins that had an effect upon her head and she felt a bit squiffy as they reboarded ‘Betsy’ for the return trip.
Pete took a different route and soon they were driving through a forested area where he found a deserted track and drove the car between the trees. He shut off the engine and turned to her.
“That was fun,” he said, his arm going behind her head across the back of her seat.
She wasn’t really expecting him to kiss her, but the confines of the car prevented her from recoiling and the resultant embrace was far from unpleasant.
The second kiss was accompanied by Pete’s strong hand sliding across to fondle the shapely curve of her breast and she reached up to push it away. No sooner had she done so than it returned, the fingers expertly undoing the uniform buttons and very gently exploring inside.
Edwina was a little dizzy and what was happening to her clothing felt remote from reality, consequently it wasn’t until she was aware of his warm bare hand on the naked flesh of her breast that she was brought back to her senses. The immediate reaction was to wrench his hand away, but his touch on her virginal nipple seemed to be causing some rather pleasant sensations inside her, and she remained immobile.
Pete’s kisses were getting harder and more passionate as he whispered tender words in her ear.
“There, isn’t that nice for you? Aren’t I making you feel warm?”
Edwina couldn’t think of a suitable reply and just uttered a faint gasp as he squeezed the hardening nipple and sent little tremors through her.
She endured a few minutes more of the pleasurable caresses before coming to her senses and reaching to hold his roaming hand firmly, “You’ll have to stop, Pete – you must”
He reluctantly removed his hand and smiled at her, “I certainly wouldn’t want to push my luck – although it’s quite hard to stop doing something that we both seem to be enjoying”
“Let’s get back” said Edwina, “I’ve got to work tomorrow”
Pete started the car and within twenty minutes had delivered her safely to the billet.
“I’d like to see you again” he said.
“So would I – good night, Pete”
Edwina undressed slowly by her bed, thinking of all that had happened, and was slightly concerned that when she removed her knickers, she noticed a strange musky odour pervading the room. She slept well that night and the following day was about to finish work when her phone exchange flashed at her. She took the call and found it was Pete asking to meet her again that evening, although earlier than before.
“We’ll have a snack in the pub if you like – it’s a gloriously warm evening” he suggested.
By seven they were back in the same pub and enjoying a ‘Ploughmans’ washed down by a couple of glasses of wine that Pete had managed to procure from the barman.
The return trip was again a detour to the same woodland clearing, but with the weather so fine, Pete pulled a rug from the boot and spread it on the grass before beckoning Edwina to join him.
They lay together for a few minutes, just soaking up the peace and calm of the forest. Then Pete turned & kissed her, pushing her gently back onto the rug. His hand went straight to the tunic and was caressing the soft bare flesh of her breasts almost before she realised he had undone the buttons. He bent his head and she gasped as she felt his lips on the nipple.
A long time after that fateful evening Edwina realised that if it hadn’t been for that intimate kiss, her future would have been far more in keeping with her parents wishes for their only daughter.
“Nice” he queried, lifting his head and looking into her eyes.
“Yes - very” she whispered, avoiding his penetrating gaze.
As he kissed the hard bud again Edwina felt his hand on her knee, gently drawing her skirt along her thighs as his fingers stroked the bare flesh. The sensation was too nice to resist but in seconds his hand was cupping her most private place through the coarse knickers.
“Ooooh” she gasped, “Pete – not there”
But he didn’t removed his hand – just flexed the fingers to trace the contours of her pubic mound, pressing the blue material into the cleft and feeling it damp.
Edwina’s body was entering a new world of sensations – ones that rippled though her like an incoming tide. She felt his hand slip effortlessly under the elastic leg and touch the warm bushy mound with his bare fingers.
“Oh Pete” was all she could manage as her body gave a little shudder, “Oooh”
He didn’t stop his explorations but gently slid two fingers into the wet and slippery cleft making her legs part involuntarily.
“I want to take off those horrible knickers,” he whispered.
Edwina knew she should object, but the words wouldn’t come, and automatically she lifted her bottom off the rug as he drew them slowly down and carefully helped her feet from the legs. In doing so he was now kneeling before her and without further ado he undid his trousers and pushed them & his pants down to his knees.
“Oh my God” gulped Edwina at the sight of her first male erection, “No Pete … you can’t …you mustn’t. I’ve never…..”
“I know - I guessed,” he said quietly, “But I won’t hurt you, I promise” and he leant forward until his body was touching her from her breasts to her knees. She could feel the hard member pressing between her thighs and realised that this evening was to be a memorable one – one that could never be repeated.
Carefully Pete reached between them and steered the weapon to lay across her open lips, sliding to & fro on her sensitive clitoris. She kept uttering low moans of pleasure until he moved slightly and, pushing gently, and entered the virginal cleft that was now exuding more creamy juices.
Edwina marvelled at the way she seemed to stretch to accommodate the monster and despite the briefest stab of pain, he was soon buried to the hilt in the welcoming passage and not hurting her at all. He started to move tenderly, caressing her breasts as he did so & gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts.
Edwina began to sense feelings she had never had before. Her body felt as though it was on fire, with burning embers spearing through her groin as she became more and more aroused. Her vagina was emitting a continual flood of her juices and she heard the noise of their bodies slurping together. She knew there was no stopping now and with a shattering scream as the summit of her arousal was conquered at last, she climaxed and her whole body quaked with the unbelievable achievement. Her erratic movements shattered Pete’s his self-control and with a roar he ejaculated violently. Edwina felt the gush of his semen as it filled her entire vagina and for a fleeting moment didn’t comprehend what had happened. Then, with a cry of anguish, she realised – and pulled away from Pete, causing his dripping prick to withdraw and the off-white cream to run from her like a torrent, through the creases of her bottom and onto the rug.
“Oh no” she whimpered, “That shouldn’t have happened – I could get … you know”
“No you couldn’t” Pete said cheerfully, “It can’t happen the first time – you’re quite safe”
In her ignorance Edwina believed him, and after using her hanky to wipe herself, she replaced her knickers and stood up, “We’d better get back”
Pete dressed and they climbed into the car for the return trip.
In the privacy of her room, Edwina undressed and was horrified to see her knickers streaked with blood, although she seemed not to be bleeding now. Assuming she had started the usual monthly problem she turned in and by morning felt fit again - a little sore, but no signs of anything else.
She had arranged to meet Pete the next evening, but when he didn’t turn up she rang the Officers Mess to see if he had forgotten. A strange Officer asked her who she was and suggested she come over to meet him. Mystified, Edwina made her way to the Mess and was greeted by a very serious looking elderly man who took her to a quiet corner,
“I’m afraid Pete didn’t return from a raid this morning – but he’s OK and has bailed out over enemy territory. I’m afraid he will have been taken prisoner”
Edwina was speechless, her stomach churned and didn’t know what to say in reply.
Very near to tears she rushed out of the Mess and ran to her billet where she cried copiously for an hour. Her mind was full of the tender moments they had shared and the intimacy that she had not expected, but had enjoyed so much.
Two weeks later she began to realise that despite Pete’s absence, she was not alone any more. Twice she had expected to find herself moody and heading for the obvious monthly problem and each time nothing had happened; obviously Pete’s knowledge on getting pregnant was sadly wrong. She viewed impending motherhood with mixed feelings – her parents would be mortified but she secretly hoped that Pete would return eventually and join her.
The baby was born and Edwina lived at home, having resigned from the WAAFs when she was about four months pregnant. Her parents had been more supportive than she imagined and treated the baby boy with great affection.
When the boy was three years old, the war ended and she took him to meet a plane bringing prisoners of war home. Edwina was excited and wondered what Pete would say, but the meeting was not what she expected. Pete had changed and was not the man she had known before – more serious and distant. He seemed unaffected by the presence of the baby and said calmly that he was going back to his parent’s home but would contact her later.
Edwina was shocked but realised the expected union was not to be. Miserably, she returned home to live the life of an unmarried Mother, determined not to become embroiled with another man and knowing she would be unlikely to see Pete again.
Just one of the war’s many sad casualties. |
