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She didn't know why, sitting there, on the Welsh hillside, the breeze cooling the intense August heat. She looked around her, admiring the view over the valley, hugging her legs to her body. She sighed, again feeling a wave of overwhelming sadness come over her. Her thoughts turned to David, who was fighting in France, her fiance. She couldn't wait for him to come home so they could be married, and after being married, they could finally do... well... what it was they didn't dare do when he last came home on leave from the front. She'd let him go further than her mother would've approved of and her father would've gotten out the shotgun, but she loved him, and... Oh hellfires, he was so attractive, especially in the uniform he'd worn home on leave - all the village girls had been so jealous of her!! She squeezed her legs together, not really understanding the pulsing deep inside her, and hugged her legs to her more tightly. She felt like she did when she was in David's arms, needing something, but she didn't know what. Mother said she'd find out when she was a married woman, till then, not for the likes of children like her to know. Faith sighed, resting her chin on her forearm, draped over her knees, then lay back in the long grass, looking up at the clear blue sky. Then she felt someone lie down next to her, and she turned to see who it was, wondering why she'd not seen or heard them coming. "David!" she exclaimed in surprise. "How did you get here?" She leaned into him, her head automatically reaching up for a kiss. He chuckled, pushing his cap back on his head, and bent to give her a hello kiss, looking so handsome in his army uniform. "Well, hello, my sweet and adorable Faith," he said, chucking her under the chin, then gathering her into his arms as he lay beside her. "Got some unexpected leave, so bolted straight for home and you!" Faith snuggled in happily, smelling his warm, uniquely David smell that she loved so much, then looked up at him as he stroked her arm, and as she did, he seized the opportunity to bend his head down and claim her lips, turning her over so she was lying on her back, in his arms, as he kissed her, deeply, strongly, with intense passion and longing. He broke the kiss, and looked at her, murmuring her name under his breath, touching her hair, as if trying to burn her looks into his memory for all time. "David...?" Faith murmured, a little frightened by the intensity of his gaze, his emotions. She could feel something hard between them and didn't know what it was. All she knew was that she trusted him, and longed to be his wife, and anything else, any other considerations, had quite flown out of her mind. He bent his head and kissed her again, his lips gently opening hers, his tongue meeting hers, the pulsing in her groin growing stronger and stronger. She jumped as she felt a hand slide up her bare leg, not realising her dress had been pushed up to expose her legs, and she tried to stop him, to push her dress back down, to cover herself modestly, although she didn't want to. "David..." she moaned, breathing hard, against his mouth, and he lifted his head briefly, whispered, "Trust me..." and she gave herself to him, placed her trust in him, and let go. Her legs parted, and with a small cry of triumph as he sensed her surrender, he touched her, intimately, the pulsing taking on a demanding life of its own, creating a need that demanded to be met within her. He fumbled at his groin, shifting to lie on top of her, his weight pleasantly heavy on her, the two of them kissing, arms around each other in the warm grass, the sun beating down on them, the insects buzzing around. He stopped, then, something hard pressing against her most intimate parts, and looked into her eyes. The pressure increased against her, sliding within her, and she knew that this should be kept for her wedding night, but she could deny him nothing, now. He stopped as he felt a resistance inside her, and whispered.. "Hold on".. and she nodded, knew she was about to lose her maidenhead, gripping the grass besides them, and bracing herself. He surged forward, into her, and she cried out softly as the barrier was breached, and his body slid home against her - she was filled, with him, for the first time in her life. He kissed her, then, tenderly, sweetly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, giving her a chance to get used to him within her. She was tense, at first, feeling the pain, the resistance, then began to relax, letting go of the pain as it ebbed away, the pulsing returning. As David felt her body relax beneath him, he began to move, thrusting gently, shallowly within her at first, then, as their passion increased, thrusting harder, deeper, taking her with him. Moaning, he reached out for her hands, twining his fingers in hers, he kept thrusting, holding back on his orgasm, knowing he had to, for her sake. Faith was no longer thinking, just responding to his urges, to hers.. the pulsing was an overriding drumbeat within her now, her need demanding to be met, needing to crest. She cried out, her legs locking around his lower body, holding to him, moving with him. Nails digging into the flesh of his hands, she was so close, so achingly close, when he suddenly bent his head, kissing her hard, passionately, deeply, as he'd never kissed her before, sucking and biting her lower lip. Then he let go, arched his back, and slammed into her hard, one last, final time, and she could feel something else spurting inside her, he was releasing inside her, and that pushed her over the edge, and it was her turn to arch her back, crying out David's name, as indescribable pleasure surged through her body, turning her from a girl, to David's woman... at long last. Her eyes fluttered as she felt David move from his position on top of her, and a tender kiss pressed to her lips. "I love you, my sweet, darling Faith," he whispered. "Always remember that." She murmured something back, then felt him leave her, and she sat bolt upright. "No!" she cried out. "Don't leave me!" She looked around. She was alone on that grassy hillside, alone but for the sheep, the sun, the wind. The sadness swept over her again, and another tear slid down her cheek. *** "All aboard for Brighton!" The stationmaster called, and Faith picked up her suitcase, stepping into the waiting carriage of the train. She felt the swelling of her body beneath her coat, where her baby was growing, their baby. She found a seat within a compartment on the cold train, looking out of the window at the February frost coating the countryside around her. "When're you due?" A kindly voice asked her, and she turned to see a matronly woman smiling at her from the seat opposite. "May," Faith replied, with a soft smile. She pulled her gloves off to stare momentarily at the gold band adoring her ring finger, on her left hand, the band she didn't deserve, the band she'd never had placed there in a church, but the band she needed to wear, for her protection and the babe's. The matron followed her gaze. "Your husband?" She asked, sympathy in her voice. Faith nodded. "Passchendaele," was all she needed to reply. David had been killed in the first attacks of that battle, a battle that cost so many their lives, so needlessly. He'd been killed as she'd sat on that hillside, thinking of him, and had come to say goodbye in the only way he could, and gift her the only thing he could. Goodbye, for them, truly was forever... and never... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 61