- That Amazing Night
- That Amazing Night Part – 2 Continues…
- That Amazing Night Part -3 Continues….
“That Amazing Night” Part 2 Continues…..
Jack held still, but Susan’s hips were doing all the work now, riding her hand in a flurry of short jerks and jabs. Her head had fallen on her chest and the long ash hung precariously from the cigarette filter. Jack was whispering in her ear, but Susan had no idea what the butch was saying. The words were a buzz, a minor irritant on the sea of building euphoria. Powerful sensations rocked her small frame as the tension in her back built to an unbearable knot.
Inner muscles clamped down on the invading finger. That minor contraction presaged a massive one, in which it felt like every muscle in her body spasmed. Her breath came in gasps and small squeaks, and each successive contraction, although less powerful, produced waves of pleasure her mind wasn’t able to cope with.
The ash fell to her lap, scattering a fine grey dust on the inside of her skirt.
Jack moved quickly after Susan stopped shuddering in her lap. She pulled her skirt down, refastened the buttons on her jacket, and had the belt done before the small woman emitted a soft and inquiring moan.
“Come on, angel puss, off my lap” Jack whispered urgently.
When it became apparent Susan wasn’t responding, Jack bodily moved her to the seat next to herself and leaned her against the window. Susan was still floating in the afterglow when she felt Jack buttoning her tunic over her open blouse. The urgency began to penetrate and she was just able to drop her head to her chest and feign sleep when the whistle shrill. The few passengers were startled from their sleep, and if any noticed the cute WASP had moved, they gave no sign.
Only the grizzled Marine gave Jack a wink, as she sucked her glistening finger into her mouth.
The landscape moved by with monotonous regularity. An occasional town and even more infrequent stops were the only breaks. Jack dozed next to Susan, but since their interlude, the train had begun to fill. The two WASPs were both attractive, so the seats near them filled first.
Two soldiers sat across from them, in the seat Susan had originally occupied. They too were dozing, after numerous attempts at conversation with the two pretty girls had failed. A card game was going on further back, but the players were quiet. The civilians had gotten off, she couldn’t remember when or where, and the car was uniformly military personnel now.
Susan was startled to feel a strong hand grasp her knee. She turned quickly and before she could grasp what was happening Jack pressed her lips to hers. A quick peck, nothing more. Jack pulled back as Susan’s quick movement seemed to rouse one of the soldiers. He faded back to sleep and they were left in relative quiet.
“Well, angel-puss, we’re almost there,” Jack said in a near whisper.
“How can you tell?’ Susan asked.
“I’ve taken this ride a hundred times, I know.”
“Are you headed for Mines?”
“No, El Segundo.”
“Why?”
“Can’t tell ya, angel-puss. I really would if I could, but it’s hush-hush. I… um… I’d like to see you again, sometime,” Jack said.
Susan blushed and looked away, but after a moment, she looked back.
“I’d like that. I really would,” she said quietly.
At the station, they both lingered until the car was empty, and exchanged a quick kiss. Susan parted ways with the dashing woman at the entrance to Mines, Jack taking the cab they had shared on to El Segundo alone.
She found her group was still at the field and joined them in the barracks. There were questions asked and stories told, but everyone seemed happy to have her back, and she felt very good to be back. Late that night, in the dark, she thought of Jack Andover. Her big, sure hands, their gentle caresses, the calm confidence she exuded. Susan had no idea, but she would never spend another night without the dark-haired flier filling her dreams.
Susan and her group had made five cross-country trips since she had last seen Jack. She was sitting on her bunk with the rest of her friends when a tall MP came into their barracks, threading his way to her bunk.
“Are you Campbell?” he asked.
“Yes,” Susan replied, suddenly worrying. They didn’t see many MPs.
“Could you come with me please?”
“What’s this about?”
“I’m sure I don’t know, miss.”
Susan nodded, donned her tunic, and followed the MP. All the hubbub of conversation died as her friends watched her leave. The MP had a jeep and escorted her to the Base Commander’s office. He was there, looking aggravated. A small man in civilian attire sat behind his desk.
“I’ll leave you,” the commander said through clenched teeth. As soon as he was gone, the short man rose.
“How you girls deal with asses like that is quite beyond me,” he said by way of greeting. His baldhead reflected the light and his face was grave, but the eyes danced mischievously and Susan immediately liked him.
“I’m John Tylor, Special Representative for Franklin Roosevelt,” he said, extending his hand. Susan took it and smiled tentatively.
“I’m…”
“Susan Campbell, yes, I know you well, at least through your official dossier. No need to worry, you aren’t in any trouble. I have a top-secret mission going on, one that has clearance from the very top. You’ve been selected on the recommendation of another pilot. I can’t tell you anything about it, except that it’s very dangerous.”
“And?” Susan asked in confusion.
“Pardon me, I’m used to the cloak and dagger stuff,” he said smiling again.
“We would like you to volunteer.”
Susan considered that. Volunteering for a mission they couldn’t tell you about? It sounded like something dangerous.
“Can’t you tell me anything?”
“I’m afraid not. Well, not much. I can tell you it involves ferrying some special planes and that it’s dangerous in the extreme. Beyond that, you will have to decide blind. If you agree I can tell you more, if not, I’ll send you back to your barracks and ask only that you don’t tell a single soul about this.”
“I wouldn’t have much to tell them, now, would I?” she asked with a smile.
“No,” he replied, smiling back, “I guess you wouldn’t do that.”
She pondered a few moments. While patriotism had not been the prime motivator in her joining, she had become very patriotic and loved the WASPs. A super secret, dangerous mission might be her death, but if not, it would surely help her after the war, when the country would invariably cut the military to the bone. She saw home in her head and that disturbing flash decided for her.
“All right,” she said. “I’m in.”
“Excellent. Let’s get out of here, I’ll brief you on the way over,” he said, grabbing his coat.
“Do I need to get my things?” she asked.
“No, no, I’ll have it taken care of.”
They walked out and he held the door to a dark sedan for her, and once she was seated in the back, he joined the driver in the front and they were soon past the gates. It was only after they were away that he turned to her.
“You have heard, I presume, of the B-29?”
“Yes, I’ve seen them on the news reels.”
“Ever think of flying one?”
“No, not really.”
“Well, you are going to have to learn fast. One of our crewmembers is in a family way now, and we needed a replacement. Jack suggested you, and though her reasons weren’t given, your dossier is exemplary,” he said.
Susan’s eyes lit up at her name and the man smiled softly.