War Brides

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OOC this thread will start out with two war brides who are living together pining away for their husbands and becoming close friends through their shared hardships. Eventually the husbands will return but in the meantime......

IC

I had married young, it was war, it was exciting, and he looked so hot in his uniform. The wedding had been a simple affair, surrounded by other soldiers and their brides. We had made love one earth shattering night before he shipped out. Since then I had been rooming with another soldiers wife, we worked at the same place and had grown close over the months. I opened the latest letter from my husband, I still got tingles up my spine when I read my name Mrs. Michaela Chance. I scanned the letter and licked my lips. He had this way of being obscurely erotic, in a way only I would know and would get past the censors.

I'd have to share this with my room mate, as soon as she got home that is. She was out picking up groceries.

 

[Take the Path]

Looking forward to the war....

This subject really appeals to me....I would love to reply, but for my own sparks, I did to know what time frame we are in, or what war rather.

 

[Bob Waters]

Answer

Dearest Mish,

I write to you once again 'somewhere in europe.' Winter has again turned to spring and my thoughts as ever turn to you. You are my anchor, my rock. You keep me sane through the long days and longer nights.

It surprises me that in the midst of war there can be beauty. Just this afternoon, I watched a hummingbird flit from flower to flower near my foxhole. The small bird dancing around the mouth of the lilly, its long beak probing the bell-like opening. His tongue darting out to capture a drop of nectar.

I know there are hummingbirds around our house. Watch for them, and when you see them, think of me and know I love you.

Yours,

Scott

 

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Michaela

OOC

setting it world war II as to avoid technology of futuristic world war three and i hope i don't screw up the time setting too much

 

[Nymph]

I hope you'll let me play...

Sandra walked up the stairs, her bag of groceries in hand. A few weeks ago, she'd been complaining about having to carry all this weight by herself, but now...the bag was getting lighter every time, and Sandra was anything but pleased by that. There was less and less food to be bought, everything was rationed...

How easily life was shattered! For a young, just-married woman, theres is not much that can bring sorrow for long...other than what happened. A week after beginning of the war, her husband had been drafted in, and Sandra left alone, despairing.

Well, to look on the bright side(which Sandra tried always to do these days, it was the only way to survive), she was not wholly alone. Michaela was a wonderful friend, and a great comfort...and all the more easy to talk to because she shared the same fate.
As Sandra entered their room, she saw Michaela reading a letter. Sandra quietly closed the door so as not to disturb her.

 

[Nymph]

uh-oh

I only just noticed that Take the Path wanted to have this role.
I'm sorry, just ignore my last post.

 

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Michaela

I heard the door open and close quietly and I ran my tongue over my lips as I folded up the letter, I stand and turn towards her smiling, until I notice how little food she had, everything was being rationed, or recycled, it had been ages since I'd worn a pair of stockings.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

Sandra put down her bag of growceries. She turned to Michaela, and saw her looking at the bag. She seemed to have noticed that it wasn't very full.

Sandra forced a little smile and said "Well, look at it this way--we won't be gaining too much weight."

Suddenly, Sandra noticed the letter in Michaela's hands.

"Is that from your husband?" she asked, coming towards her with curiosity.

 

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Michaela

"Yes another cryptic love letter," my fingers lovingly slide over the creamy paper, "would you like to read it while I put the food away?" Gaining weight, something I'd normally worry about as I loved food, but I had actually lost weight since getting married, my size 10 dresses fit loosely and I was going to have to get out my needle and thread and take my clothing in, my figure simply was getting better as my waistline slimmed down, my full hips and breasts making for an hourglass figure.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

Sandra watched Michaela walk towards the kitchen with the food. Strange though it was, her figure looked even better than when all of this had begun.
Her face, of course, was marked with worry and sadness, but apart from that, she was a very beautiful woman.

Suddenly realizing that this was a rather strange thought to have, Sandra turned her attention to the letter. She couldn't read all its secrets, of course, since many of them were directed at things only Michaela knew about, but nevertheless, Sandra's face was flushing slightly as she put down the letter...

 

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Michaela

I shelved the items reaching up and down to store things away, enjoying the brief moments of coolness when I put something in the fridge. The hottest days of summer were upon us and with energy being as tightly budgeted as everything else, every cool breeze was a relief.

"Have you heard from your husband lately?" I was drafting a letter in my head already, making sure to avoid mentioning the pressures of home, of how threadbare my dresses were getting, how my shoes had just about had it.

I turned to Sandra, smiling unaware that my nipples were showing through my dress, as it was Saturday and I wasn't wearing a bra.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

Sandra looked up at Michaela's voice--and her blush deeped a little as she could see the nipples through the thing fabric of her dress.

Hoping Michaela didn't notice the blush, she answered

"I haven't heard anything fora week now...I guess my last reply didn't reach him. But he told me how anxious he is to come home...and, um...let's say your husband is not the only one who can get certain ideas past the censors."

Again her face flushed her little, but this time at least she had a reason...

 

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Michaela

"There are certain things about married life that I wish I'd had more time to enjoy," my tongue darts over my lips, "but I was one who got married one day and the next he left." My mind recalls the night with perfect clarity. I turn back and pull out a bottle of wine, "I was saving this for a special occasion, but let's toast our husbands safe return." I try to ignore how I can feel my nipples rubbing against the thin fabric of my dress, hoping they don't show.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

Doing her best to ignore Michaela's nipples showing through, Sandra smiled as she accepts the glass of wine.

"To their return! And...to our friendship"

She took a small sip of the wine. It was rather good. She hoped this was from before the war started, because otherwise, it must have been extremely expensive.

She sat back with a sigh, thinking of Jack. He had been a kind man, rather wild in bed, but also so gently.

I'm thinking of him in the past tense already! Stop it, Sandra! He'll come back soon, you'll see, and he's going to drag you into his bed and make you the happiest woman alive...

 

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Michaela

"Let us pray the war doesn't change their disposition, or the talent of their hands." I sit slowly curling my legs under myself, admiring Sandra's soft fingers wrapped around the wine glass.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

Sandra chuckled at Michaela's words.
"Don't worry Mish...they'll come back without having slept with a woman in eternities...and as for their skills, well...they might come back a little stronger, which is certainly intersting. I fear that we might lose some of our skills, our experience...well, such as we already have, that is.

 

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Michaela

"If it weren't for the letters I'd lose interest in it all together, but they leave me lacking. It's frustrating." I sip the wine and feel the warmth spread through me relaxing me.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

"Yes, I know what you mean...I hope every night that I'm going to dream of Jack, since that's the only way I'm going to get pleasure for a long time..."
she blushed slightly, not mentioning that she tried to pleasure herself as best as she could every evening...

 

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Michaela

"I know, and with this hot nights it's so hard to get to sleep much less dream." I ponder her words, "I just wish there was some way to capture the way he makes me feel," I wonder why my nipples haven't receded but enjoy the sensation of them rubbing against the thin fabric of my simple dress.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

Sandra could feel her blush returning.
"Yes, I often think that way as well...but how are you going to do that? It'd not as though either of us would even dream of approaching another man. And...what else is there?"

 

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Michaela

What else indeed, I thought, my eyes closed and I found my body moving so that my nipples rubbed against fabric, deliberately swaying so my breasts moved under the fabric.

It was delightful how my nipples were tingling, and I suddenly longed for them to be sucked. "Unfortunately for us," I murmur standing feeling nipples grow harder as fabric pulls against them. I long to touch them, but I glance backwards at Sandra. "I almost wish I were with child, that would help keep me occupied." I say it wistfully even as I find myself thinking of how comforting having my nipples sucked had been.

"Breastfeeding," the word is a whisper of longing, and I'm not quite aware I said it out loud.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

"Well...I don't think you would like to raise a child during this terrible war."
Sandra's eyes were riveted on Michaela's hard nipples. The wine was doing strange things to her feelings...or was it really the wine?
In any case, the alcohol made her bolder, and she went over to sit right next to Michaela.
"Or...is it just the feeling you long for?" she whispered softly.

 

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Michaela

"You're right, I wouldn't want to raise a child alone, no matter how much I want a part of my husband with me." When she mentioned sensation I found my gaze locked on her soft lips my breath coming slow as a dream like haze filled my head, probably from the wine, and while I knew I should leave I couldn't move, and then a sound, of fabric ripping, I looked down and noticed a button had finally popped off, causing the fabric to rip down to my waist. My pale breasts revealed the dark rosey buds begging for touch and I looked at Sandra only to see her eyes locked on my bare flesh.

 

[Nymph]

Sandra

Sandra's stared as Michaela's dress ripped open, exposing her firm breasts. She couldn't take her eyes off those creamy treasures, and the hard, wonderful nipples.
"Oh gosh, Mish, they're beautiful..." she whispered.

Unable to move her eyes away, Sandra slowly, ever so slowly leaned forward, until her face was almost touch Michaela's chest. Hesitantly, she opened mouth and gently lick her right nipple...

 

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Michaela

I couldn't resist, even had I wanted to, I let out a soft little gasp of excitement and relief, as her tongue lapped the hard bud. "Yes," I murmured the word spilling forth from my lips, my breath causing breasts to rise up and down into her lips.