That Amazing Night 

“Who is that?” Susan asked in confusion.

“Oh, I thought you probably knew her. Her real name is Thomasina, but she prefers Jack,” he said, and then added with a wink and grin, “prefers redheads too.”

“Oh,” Susan said, blushing furiously.

There were running jokes and commentary on the sexual preferences of the WASPs. People, especially men, had a hard time understanding that the women in the service were every bit as patriotic as they were and wanted to serve their country. Old traditions and social mores died hard.

To most men in the country, it seemed women were meant to make children and dinner. Rosy the Riveter and the women in the service seemed to be an affront to some of them. As if a woman’s femininity was somehow lessened by helping her country when there was a war on. The worst offenders were usually also the first guys to ask them out.

“Not that I am insinuating anything about you, mind you. I respect you guys. I can fix anything that breaks on one of these birds, but I’ll be damned if I ever get in one.”

“Is she ready?”

“Oh yeah. Trust me, darlin’, you won’t have another bit of trouble out of this bird, you have my word on it.”

“Thanks,” she said as she climbed in.

She felt strange, both scared and exhilarated as the powerful engine started with a snort. She taxied into position at the end of the sandy strip and waited for clearance. Once she got it, she said a quick prayer and throttled up.

Seamus proved to be as good as his word, and by pushing herself, Susan made it to the delivery point just two days behind the rest of her group. She checked in with the base commander, changed into her dress uniform, and got a ticket back to L.A. on the train.

Susan was dead tired, but she didn’t have any time to waste. If she caught the train back to L.A. that night, she would catch up with the rest of her friends, but she feared she would never make it to the station in time to catch the last train on foot. Luckily, she was an attractive girl, and it turned out to be easy to catch a lift with an MP headed into town. Once she was at the station, she managed to find a seat in the crowded car and fell instantly asleep.

When she awoke, the car was less crowded. That’s how it usually worked on these cross-country trains. They would take the hordes of young men recruited on the East Coast to their training facilities. Once the train crossed the Mississippi, it would be nearly deserted.

As they approached the coast, it would fill up again with trained recruits heading towards the west coast seaports and eventual shipment overseas as replacements for the troops in the Pacific.

In the early morning twilight, she took some time to observe her traveling companions. Three sleeping soldiers, who she assumed were returning from leave. A grizzled old Marine with more stripes and decorations than she had ever seen before on a dress uniform, dozed fitfully while leaning against a window. Four men and a woman in civvies, of whom she couldn’t guess a destination, but she assumed they must have been of some importance, because unnecessary travel was frowned upon.

In the last seat in the car, a woman in WASP dress blues like Susan wore.

The woman was stocky and had a very dark complexion, with dark hair and intelligent brown eyes. She was staring at Susan, and when their eyes met, she smiled. Her lips were full and pouty, and the smile was very pretty on her features. Everyone else was asleep, it seemed, and the woman silently motioned for Susan to join her. She moved carefully and quietly to the last seat and sat across from the girl.

“Where are you headed?” the girl asked in a sultry voice. There was something vaguely familiar about it, but Susan wasn’t quite sure what.

“L.A.” she responded quietly.

“Me too,” the woman said and stuck out her hand. “Jack Andover. Nice to meet you.”

“Susan Caldwell, and we’ve already met,” Susan said. So this was Jack Andover, the girl who loved redheads. Susan was pleased to meet her and get a chance to thank her.

“I don’t think so, I’d remember an angel-puss like you,” the dark haired girl said and flashed a smile. Susan blushed and lowered her eyes for a moment.

“I was transferred to 147,” she said.

The dark haired girl looked at her strangely and, after a few moments, a light seemed to go on in her head.

“Palm Springs?”

“Yes,” Susan said and smiled. Something about this woman made her feel all fluttery inside and suddenly very shy.

“Glad to see you made it down in one piece, toots.”

“Thank you, you saved my life,” Susan said.

“Nah, you could have caterpillar’s, if things got too bad. What was wrong with that bird anyway? And how did you know it was me that talked you down?”

“I don’t think I would have had time, ” the mechanic said. The engine was about to rip loose. He’s also the one who told me your name.”

“Seamus?” Jack asked.

“Yes.”

“Probably told you I’m a stud broad too,” Jack said, smiling when Susan blushed scarlet.

“Well, he did mention you liked redheads,” Susan said softly.

“Sure do, nothing like a little redheaded Dutch girl to get me going,” Jack said.

Susan blushed and felt very uncomfortable. She had never met anyone so up front about her sexuality and it made her nervous.

“You’re blushing, am I making you nervous?”

“I’ve just never met anyone who was so… open… about… well, you know.”

“About being a lezzie? Well, I guess I’m pretty upfront about it, but why try and hide it? I love a girl who likes to eat jam,” she said and shrugged.

She took out a pack of Lucky Strikes and offered one to Susan who declined. Jack lit one and breathed in deeply before exhaling.

“So what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you or don’t you?” she said as she smiled rakishly and arched an eyebrow. Susan simply blushed and lowered her eyes. She didn’t know what to say or how to say it. She was still looking at the floor when Jack caught her hand and pulled her across the small opening between seats and into her lap.

“Let me guess. You do, or at least you would, but you haven’t had the chance yet, am I right?” she whispered in Susan’s ear.

“Please,” Susan begged as she struggled to return to her seat.

Jack was strong and held her fast for a few moments, then suddenly released her hold, but Susan found the will to get up was gone. She could feel Jack’s strong shoulders and chest pressed against her back as well as the girl’s hips on her ass.

“Gonna get up? Or are you comfy where you’re sitting?” the dark haired girl whispered in Susan’s ear. Susan blushed crimson, but found herself incapable of moving and gasped when the shorter woman’s hand slipped to her hip. Her body stiffened, then shuddered when the tip of Jack’s tongue traced along her ear.

“Well, since you seem to be in no hurry to move, how ’bout a bit of Braille?” Jack whispered.

Susan felt herself begin to shake uncontrollably and her eyes darted around the interior of the car. Jack brought the cigarette to her lips and Susan inhaled automatically, drawing the thick smoke deeply into her lungs.

“Relax, angel-puss, they’re all asleep. You just keep that butt in your mouth and don’t make a sound and let ole Jack take care of ya,” the butch whispered.

Jack seemed unconcerned about where they were, as her hands slipped around the redhead’s waist and hugged her tightly. Susan was a slim girl, almost frail, and the experienced pilot could feel her ribs easily. Jack generally went for more buxom women, but something about this one was different.

It wasn’t just the shyness, the soft southern accent, or the unconscious grace; something about her gave Jack the hots in a way she hadn’t experienced before. She didn’t just want to fuck her, she wanted to claim her and keep her.

Whoa, Jack girl, she admonished herself. It’s a long way from feeling her up on the train to having her.

Still, she was quite a dish and oh so light. Jack shifted her weight, not because she needed to, but just to enjoy the ease with which she could move Susan’s slim body.

Susan’s eyes darted from passenger to passenger, nervously, her small hands ineffectively resting on Jack’s larger ones. Jack’s hands slipped to the belt that circled Susan’s trim waist and held her dress jacket closed. It took her only a moment or two to defeat the belt, but to Susan it seemed to take ages and make more noise than she ever remembered.

Her eyes darted restlessly from person to person. No one seemed to have heard. She took a deep drag on the cigarette and coughed, but if Jack noticed, she didn’t let it stop her hands, which were quickly defeating the buttons on Susan’s jacket.

Susan felt Jack’s hands slide up the smart white blouse and then cup her small breasts. A gentle squeeze sent ripples of pleasure into the small girl’s system and her back arched involuntarily. Jack’s hands then covered her breasts, kneading them lovingly as the dark-haired pilot nibbled on Susan’s neck. She felt her nipples harden and they seemed to fit perfectly into Jack’s palms. Each squeeze teased the taut nubbins of flesh and made Susan’s lower lip quiver uncontrollably.

As the train rolled on, Jack’s squeezes took up the rhythm of the rails, adding a distinct aural quality to Susan’s rising arousal. For years to follow, she would be unable to ride the train without becoming aroused.

The redhead’s breathing became more labored as her arousal spiked. She felt the warm rush of blood to her center, followed by the warm slickness between her legs.

Susan was almost panting, her breath coming in short gasps. Her tie seemed to be too tight, and the starched collar of her blouse was chafing her neck as her body undulated. She couldn’t keep her hips or bottom still, her lower body seemed to have gained a mind of its own.

Her back was arched, and a feeling of tightness in the lower part continued to build. She tried to ask Jack to stop, but the moment her lips parted, a soft moan escaped. Susan clamped her lips shut, leaving the cigarette dangling.

Jack’s hands abandoned her then heaving and incredibly sensitive breasts, and glided down her body to her skirt. Susan blushed from head to toe as Jack slowly pulled the hem up, folding it twice and revealing the tops of her stockings. The pilot seemed well acquainted with her underwear, easily defeating the girdle that so often frustrated men. That made sense, of course, as she wore them herself, but to Susan’s addled mind, it seemed to make those hands magical.

Slight pressure on her thighs caused them to part wantonly, and Susan felt as if she had no control of her own body. It was reacting without conscious thought, and if she had not been so randy, it would have concerned her. As it was, she accepted her legs moving to accommodate those hands as a matter beyond her control.

Jack’s big hands felt cool to her superheated skin, as they slipped up and gently massaged either side of her mound. When the compact woman cupped her pussy, Susan groaned. It sounded like a scream to her, and her eyes jerked up, but no one had heard.

Jack’s left hand moved back up and captured a nipple, gently rolling it between thumb and forefinger, as her other hand pressed between Susan’s slick lips and caressed her inner folds. Susan was beside herself, moaning into the back of her tightly sealed lips and seeing small starbursts on the back of her eyelids when she closed her eyes.

Jack’s long finger teased her entrance, and then slowly sank into her pussy. Susan felt a strange tearing sensation in her head, a kind of splitting of her conscious mind into a part that was feeling and a part that was thinking about the feelings. She could feel every bump and ridge on Jack’s finger. Every movement as it wiggled deliciously inside her. The heel of Jack’s hand brushed her clit and her mind was returned to one in a searing flash of white-hot pleasure.