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THE WAR by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) (M/F rom)


Her light brown hair shone in the moonlight.  It 
seemed darker, more mysterious even, by the glint of 
the firelight.  He could barely make out the 
creaminess of her skin in the dark, but her eyes were 
pools of blackness and he regretted that he couldn't 
tell if they were dark brown or lighter in color.

It was summer.  They were camping in an effort to 
escape the technological age.  No televisions, no 
cable, no computers, no telephones, not even a 
newspaper.  True refuge from the pressures of the 
mundane world.  They were with a group that 
specialized in re-creating the middle ages.  The age 
of honor and chivalry.  Of troubadours and travelling 
minstrels.  The white pavilions gleamed in the 
moonlight, not with the shine of the modern nylon 
tent, but with an opalescence that was unique to true 
canvas.  The fire was dwindling, but the haze 
lingered, not just from their fire, but from the 
hundreds of campsites surrounding them.  Crickets 
chirped merrily in the night air, and the sound of 
drums beating resonated on the breeze.  Occasionally a 
laugh or a bit of a song drifted along and added to 
the feeling of camaraderie that permeated throughout 
the site.

Hers was a relatively small campsite.  About 15 
gentles, from all walks of life.  He was not camping 
with her; in fact, they had met just that evening, but 
quickly formed a rapport.  The jokes flew fast and 
furious between them, and as he had admired her quick 
wit, she was equally enamored of his.  
Chemistry....was that even a science back in the 
middle ages?  No matter, it was a fact for the two of 
them.

He had walked her "home" from another site where they 
had mutual friends.  It was quite late at night...in 
the wee hours of the morning, in fact.  The full moon 
lit the path for them and they had merrily danced and 
skipped along.  She thought him terribly attractive, 
with his long hair braided neatly down his back and a 
jaunty hat with a feather atop his head.  He found her 
alluring, with her long hair flowing down her back and 
a long gown on that accentuated her curves.  Secretly, 
they both wondered exactly where this night was 
leading, although neither wanted to push too much.

They arrived at her site to find that everyone else 
had already gone to their pavilions, and the fire was 
just glowing embers.  She offered him a drink, which 
he accepted, and as she disappeared into the kitchen 
tent, he threw a log on the fire, bringing it back to 
life.  He settled down on a blanket a few feet away 
from the warmth of the fire and she sat next to him.  
They both drank slowly and looked at each other, 
joking about the lateness of the night and how if this 
were a real war, he would never be able to fight the 
next day.

Finally, an awkward silence fell.  He looked at her 
and she looked back.  They leaned together and their 
lips met.  It was a gentle kiss, short but sweet.  The 
kind where you discover exactly how soft each other's 
lips are and exactly where your noses are going to go.  
His goatee and moustache tickled her, and she thought 
that while he had nuzzled her hand exquisitely when 
they had met, this was far superior to even that!  He 
thought her lips were the softest he had kissed in 
recent memory...not that he was really thinking of 
anyone but her at the time.

They pulled apart, and stared at each other.  He 
reached out and pulled her closer and they kissed 
again.  Their breathing quickened and somehow this 
seemed right.  It was like ice water, or fire water 
was running through her veins and she liked the 
feeling.  He wanted to kiss her forever.  His heart 
was racing and he knew that she was the one he was 
meant for.

He slid his hand down from her neck and cupped the 
softness of her breast. She moaned into his mouth and 
pressed her hand atop his and arched into his hand.
He licked down the side of her neck and she thought 
she would go insane from the wetness of his tongue as 
it caressed the base of her neck.  He sharply bit her 
and she gasped.  And told him to do it again.

He was amazed at the scent of her.  She somehow 
managed to smell like flowers even in the middle of a 
field of dirt and smoke.  She tasted equally well, and 
he couldn't resist biting into the soft skin of her 
neck.  When she told him how she loved that, he did it 
again.  He wanted to eat her up, piece by piece and 
savor every moment.  He reached his free hand behind 
her head and threaded it through her silky hair.  He 
pulled it sharply back, relishing her moan and the 
sight of the line of her neck pouring down into the 
low-cut bodice of her dress.  His mouth licked its way 
down to the edge of her dress and he felt her erect 
nipple through the thin cotton.  He positioned his 
mouth over it and bit, gently, upon it. 

She was wet already, she knew.  She could feel the 
coolness seeping out of her.  When he bit her nipple, 
through her dress, she knew she was lost.  She wanted 
him.  Now.  Here.  She reached her hands around him, 
one finding his long braid and winding it around, and 
the other clasping his head to her.  She gave a 
fleeting thought to seeming like a slut, but when he 
twisted her nipple with his teeth and pulled on it, 
the thought flew out of her head, and she knew that 
she didn't really care.

He released her nipple and she leaned down to kiss him 
again.  He asked her if they should go to her 
pavilion, and she told him no, she wanted him to take 
her there, by the fire, with the stars and moon above 
them.  He wondered if the others in her camp were 
truly asleep, but when she kissed him and she gently 
tugged his lower lip with her teeth, he stopped 
thinking and just kept feeling.  Her hands pulled his 
shirt out of his pants, and lifted it over his head 
and she reached a hand out and tweaked his nipple.  He 
felt a lightning bolt run down to his throbbing cock, 
and he knew he had to have her.  Now.  Here.

She wanted to feel his muscled chest against her 
softly rounded one, and she started to lift her dress 
over her hips.  He quickly reached out and pulled it 
over her head, and she was naked before him.  She 
blushed briefly, hoping that he liked what he saw and 
that he wasn't too shocked that she wore no 
undergarments.  She hadn't bothered with them when 
dressing, figuring that under her long gown no one 
could tell anyway.  

He pulled her against him and loved the way her 
breasts pressed against him.  He could feel her hard 
nipples on his skin and he thought he could feel the 
heat from her pussy against him.  It made him harder, 
if that were possible.  He reached down and began to 
undo the buttons on his trousers, and she helped. When 
they were finally down and off, he laid down next to 
her, and they kissed again, bodies pressed tightly 
together.


He rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs, and 
she could feel his cock pressed against the warmth of 
her pussy.  And she wanted him inside her.  He felt 
the wetness of her against the steeliness of his prick 
and he hoped that he could last long enough to satisfy 
her.  He was so hot for her that he wasn't sure.

She reached down and guided him into her.  As he sank 
into the heat of her, they both moaned sighs of 
relief.  He stayed motionless deep inside her, as he 
was a little bigger than average, and he certainly 
wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was.

She was excited beyond belief at the feel of him 
throbbing inside her.  He was a bit wider than she was 
accustomed to, but she thought the friction was going 
to be incredible.  As he lay on top of her, and they 
kissed, she began to flex her pussy muscles around 
him.  He muttered to her to stop, and she just 
wickedly laughed and continued.

He felt the pulsing of her walls contracting around 
him and he started to do multiplication tables, long 
division, the alphabet, anything mundane so that he 
wouldn't spurt into her right away.  He leaned down 
and bit her on the neck hard, and she was startled 
enough to stop squeezing his cock.  He began to thrust 
in and out of her, slowly.  He looked down and he 
could see himself glistening in the moonlight, wet 
with her juices, as he disappeared back into her 
wetness.  He picked up the pace, slowly increasing 
both the speed and the force that he was using, until 
he was pretty much slamming into her, and her hips 
were rocking up against him in an effort to pull him 
deeper.

She loved the way he was ramming into her.  She liked 
it hard and deep, and he was certainly giving that to 
her.  It was like he knew exactly what would turn her 
on the most.  He reached his hand down and rubbed her 
clit and she climaxed immediately.  She bit her lip in 
an effort to stifle her moans, because she knew how 
loud she could be, and she didn't want to call undue 
attention to their activities.

He felt her orgasm as he rubbed her clit.  Her pussy 
snapped against him and it took all of his willpower 
not to come right then and there.  But he was enjoying 
himself too much.  This was beyond just regular sex.  
This was the type of encounter that happened maybe 
once before to him, at least, and he knew this was one 
he wanted her to remember forever as well.  Her moans 
as she came were music to his ears, and he stopped and 
pulled out of her.

She couldn't believe it when she felt him pull out of 
her.  She thought for sure he was going to come with 
her, and then he stopped.  She felt his hands guiding 
her to turn over, and she did, kneeling on her hands 
and knees in the moonlight for him.  She looked around 
and saw his glorious prick shining at her as he 
stroked it, and then he came up right behind her and 
in one sudden thrust, he was deep inside her again, 
but at a different angle.

She was so wet, he was shocked.  He didn't know women 
could get that wet, and he decided that it must be the 
piquancy of the situation, because surely he wasn't 
THAT good.  When he told her that, she laughed 
throatily and assured him that he was indeed that 
good, and please, stop talking and get to work.

He did.  He would pull all the way out and then slam 
his cock back inside her pussy.  Over and over again.  
Her moans grew louder and he cautioned her to be more 
quiet.  Her response was to lean down and muffle her 
mouth with one of her hands.  Which changed the angle 
of his entry yet again.  

She thought he was going to drive her insane.  She 
felt his hands grabbing onto her hips, pulling her 
back against him, and heard the slap of his abdomen 
against her ass, and felt the slap of his balls 
hitting her clit with every stroke.  She felt it 
building again.  As he picked up speed, his grunts 
grew louder and her moans became wails.

All of a sudden, he couldn't take it anymore.  He 
slammed into her sucking pussy and held himself deep 
inside her and exploded.  Spurt after spurt of his 
seed spilled deep inside her.  He could have sworn 
that the stars had fallen from the sky, because he saw 
them dancing in front of him as he emptied himself 
into her.

She felt his cock pulse inside her and knew he was 
coming.  On the second pulse, she erupted with him, 
and bit her hand to keep herself from screaming.
It was good.  No, it was beyond good.  The orgasm that 
swept over her was like a tidal wave, and she wanted 
to drown in it.

As her pulse slowed and she returned to reality, she 
collapsed on the blanket, and he dropped beside her.  
They kissed tenderly and lovingly, both moved by the 
experience that they had shared.  As the embers from 
the fire died, and the moonlight glowed pale on their 
bodies, they dozed contentedly in the openness of the 
field.  When the first tendrils of purple showed on 
the horizon, signifying the coming dawn, he shook her 
awake.  They kissed again, and gathered up their 
clothes, adjoining to her pavilion to greet the coming 
day together.  And each hoped that perhaps this would 
be just the first of many days they would face as a 
couple.
