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Author’s note: This is a work of fiction, loosely based on the character "Lieutenant Jack Corbett" from the film "Blood Oath". I do not own the copyright on this character, but only on the premise of this story. This story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains explicit sexual situations and adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.
Inside His Eyes ©2006 by B.
It was my last year in high school and his last year before he signed up at the university. Our schools were in the same town, but I went to a girls’ school and he, of course, to a boys’ school. Our farm was a bit outside and I had to take the school bus. I was glad about that. Some of my friends lived on farms far out in the bushes and only got into town twice a year.
The bus drove past the boys’ school and that’s when I saw him the first time. He seemed to be new in town, stood a bit aside and watched the other boys. I noticed him at once. And not just because he was alone. He was lean but well shaped for his age with nice wavy brown hair.
The chance of seeing him was what made it easier for me to get up in the morning. That I would probably never meet him made it a bitter sweet thing to watch him each morning.
Day in, day out I got up in anticipation of seeing him. I noticed that he found friends amongst the boys and it was difficult sometimes to find him. But I always managed to get at least a glimpse.
It was around the time when the spring-dance came closer that I started to dream like I had never dreamed before.
Though I lived a well protected life in my family, my parents had a pretty liberal view on life. Sexuality was not a major topic in our discussions, but it was no more a mystery for me then than it is for you nowadays. But still these dreams confused me. No, not the dreams themselves, more what they did to me, how they left me. You think wet dreams are only a boy-thing? You are wrong!
It was about one week before the spring-dance that I happened to run into him in town. My parents and I had been at the tailor’s to pick up my dress. My mom wasn’t good at sewing and for my first ‘big dance’ she wanted something fair dinkum pretty for me.
I waited for my mom outside, looking at a beautiful pink dress. I’d never wear pink, it didn’t go well with my hair and complexion, but it had a nice cut. When my mom stepped out and called me I turned hurriedly and that’s when it happened.
HE was there, in my way and I ran right into him. “Sorry,” I mumbled and blushed.
“No worries.” His voice was deep for his age and held a promise how he might sound in a few years. “Have a nice day,” he said and shot me a bright smile and stepped aside.
I did not dare to look back, but I felt his look following me.
“Someone you know?” my mother asked me when I reached her. I shook my head. She looked back at him and observed, “nice lookin’ young man.” I shrugged my shoulders and blushed.
The next four days I was a mess.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Of his voice, of his eyes. I craved to see him in the morning. But he was not there.
The first day I just thought that he might be with one of the groups he hung around with. The second day I felt sad and somehow disappointed. The third and fourth day I did not even want to look out for him just to find out he wouldn’t be there. I did it anyway.
The fifth day was Friday. The day before the dance. I had given up any hope to ever see him again and so I had decided I wouldn’t look out for him anymore.
When the bus passed the boys’ school however, a movement caught my eyes. He was there. With a group of his mates. He looked up when the bus passed and looked directly at me. A smile, as bright as the one he gave me last week, spread over his face and he waved at me. He waved at ME!
That made my day. I could not concentrate in school, I always saw him standing there, smiling and waving at me.
I was fair dinkum nervous the day of the dance.
“My beautiful little girl.” My father exclaimed when I presented myself in a pale green dress with a creamy collar and applications.
“Ta dad.” I blushed and giggled. I was so nervous and excited. Would I see HIM tonight?
As it is in a small town in the country the dance was THE event that weekend and everyone was there.
And I mean everyone.
He was there too with his folks.
My mother saw him too and did not waste any time to let me know.
“Look Beverly, the young man from last week.”
Right then he turned around and looked into our direction, as did his father.
“Oh! Major Corbett! He’s his son!” My mother was excited. Now my father paid attention too. He was a shepherd-dog breeder and had sold Major Corbett two puppies.
“What’s with his son, Marjorie?”
“Our daughter has an eye on him, darling.” My mother said with her sunny smile. My father gave her a quizzical look and shrugged his shoulders.
“Mo-om!” I blushed fiercely.
Right then Major Corbett has spotted us and led his family to us. I was literally looking for the hole in the ground to swallow me up.
“Jake!” Major Corbett greeted my father with wide open arms. Then he turned to my mother and greeted her as the perfect gentleman he was as a Major. “Mrs Holt, a pleasure to meet you again. And who is this young lady?”
My mother introduced me to Major Corbett and he introduced us to his wife and son.
Jack.
Our parents soon were busy with themselves and Jack and I stood there, left alone from them. He tilted his head to them and rolled his eyes.
The band started playing a set of songs and he took my hand. “Shall we dance?”
His smile made me blush and I was not able to speak for a moment.
“Bev?” He looked at me, amused.
“What? Oh. Dance. Yes, I’d love to.” I stammered and blushed even more.
He giggled and pulled me onto the small dance floor. He was a very good dancer. He held me just right. Close enough to lead the dance but without invading the comfort zone, you know.
It was the first of many dances that night. Of course I danced with my father and even with Major Corbett. And other young men asked me too. But the most dances I had with Jack.
Jack.
That night I dreamed of him. I dreamed of his arms holding me as we danced. I dreamed of his smiling eyes and his fine curved lips.
During the following week we exchanged looks and smiles whenever my bus passed his school.
When I walked into the yard of my school the following Friday, a girl from a minor grade came to me.
“Excuse me, are you Beverly Holt?” she asked shyly. I nodded and asked what she wanted. “I have this letter for you. From my cousin.”
“Your cousin?” I asked and took the letter from her. She just nodded and ran away as soon as I had that letter in my hands. “Who’s your cousin?” I called after her but she didn’t even turn.
The school bell rang and so I shoved the letter in my skirt and went in…
On the way back home I finally opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. It was written in a clear neat hand.
Bev
I want to see you again.
Next Friday after school.
Let me know.
Jack
Not very romantic at first sight, but it was the most romantic thing that ever had happened to me in my life until then.
I was so excited. How could I let him know? What would I tell my parents? Would they allow me to see a young man, alone? I didn’t want to lie, but if I’d have to…
I wanted to see him again too. I would have to come up with something.
Sunday.
“Beverly,” my father called for me. I finished my work at the barn and hurried into the house after cleaning myself quickly with the hose outside.
Mom and Dad sat at the table in the kitchen. Dad had a letter in his hands. Mom spoke.
“Bev, darling. Your father has an invitation to an exhibition next weekend. We have to leave on Friday and won’t be back before Sunday. It’s in Yass.”
My face fell a little. They won’t let me stay at home.
Now Dad spoke up. “I’m expecting a delivery on Saturday, Beverly. Do you think you can stay at home, alone? I will ask Blanche and Brad to check on you.”
“Alone?” My face lit up and I could hardly fight the urge to jump up and kiss my dad all over. “I think I can manage this, dad.” I tried to keep my voice calm.
“My little girl is growing up,” he said with a mix of sadness and pride and kissed my forehead.
I decided to wait until the next day to ask about Friday…
“Mom, dad? A few of my friends want to go out on Friday. They asked me too…”
“Who is going, Beverly?” My dad asked. Was there a suspicious tone in his voice?
“Marjorie, Kate and Jill. Jill’s brother will play chaperone and take us all back home.”
It was not really a lie. From time to time we went to a small café in town or to the movies. And they always ask me to join them. And sometimes I did.
This time I said to Jill that I have plans and would need her to cover for me. Just in case.
Tuesday morning when I saw Jack from the bus I nodded to him and gave him the thumbs up. His wide grin followed me all through the day.
Friday came not fast enough. But eventually it came.
My dad loaded the dog boxes onto the truck, mom and I went through all the instructions for the weekend. Dad had insisted that Blanche and Brad would come by on Saturday to help with the deliveries and to check on me. And he had insisted that they would drive me to school.
Although I had already foreseen that I had hoped they would not. Ah well. Make the best of it, right?
When we passed the boys’ school I forced myself not to look out for him.
Luckily the good bye at my school was a short one and so my parents didn’t get the chance to talk to Jill or the others. The day went by so slowly and I was glad that we didn’t have any tests to write.
When the last lesson was ended with the school bell I was so nervous. What would happen? Would he try something and then just drop me? Would we just go someplace nice and sit together and talk? I took my time to get ready to leave so no one would see me with him. ‘Why not?’ I didn’t want to risk that anyone would tell my parents or ask them if they knew I was with a boy…
I stepped out of the building and followed the stream of girls outside. I saw him at once, when I walked through the gates. He leaned against his car, parked across the street in front of the butcher’s. I stopped in my tracks, not able to move for a moment.
Then he looked up and directly into my eyes. It was as if something pulled me to him and my feet began to walk on their own. He walked towards me a sunny smile on his face.
We went to a small café two blocks from the school and had some ice cream and talked. He told me about his plans to study law and I told him about my dream to become a vet.
The time passed by in a flash and he drove me home. At the porch of our house he kissed my cheek and asked me to meet him again next week.
“I’ll try,” I said. “Thanks for a lovely afternoon, Jack.”
“It was my pleasure, Bev.”
His voice sounded a bit husky and his eyes looked … I didn’t know by then but I would see that look time and again and eventually I would know what it was. All I knew then was that I felt something in my lower parts that made me blush a little.
“I’ll see you next Friday.” I said and backed into the house.
“Next Friday, luv. And no excuses!” he said and walked back to his car…
Over the next few weeks until the summer break we met regularly. And not only on Fridays. He would pick me up from school and take me home whenever his schedule and time frame corresponded to mine. Sometimes we had a coke or ice cream first; sometimes he took me home directly.
Only on Fridays would we take our time.
Our first kiss happened on Friday the week before the summer break. My parents had an invitation to a dinner, adults only, and Jack and I had gone to the movies.
We stood on the porch in front of the door in the light of his car, talking about the nice afternoon and evening we’ve had. He held my hand, his thumb stroked softly over the back of my hand.
“I have to go,” he said suddenly.
“Yes. Ta again. I had a great time.” My voice did not sound as if it was mine.
He pulled me to him, like he always did, and bent down, like he always did. But this time his lips did not touch my cheek for the kiss.
Hesitatingly his lips brushed mine, testing, not backing away. For a moment I felt the urge to back away, but his lips felt so soft and when he increased the pressure on my lips I responded. His hands dropped to my hips and he softly pulled me closer to him, very close. So close I could feel something very hard pressing against my middle – and a warm and wet feel between my legs.
The kiss lasted forever, but yet ended too soon when he backed away. “G’night, Bev.” He caressed my cheek and then turned and got into his car and waved once more and drove away.
“Good night, Jack.” I said when he was already out of sight.
We spent almost every day of the summer break together. Just us two or with friends. We were not the only couple. Our parents knew about us and though they didn’t really take us seriously, they accepted our friendship and gave us as much free time as was possible.
Of course I had to help on the farm and with Dad’s breeding. And Jack came and helped too. His help was well appreciated and I think my dad would have liked him as son-in-law…
Alone – it was not meant to be.
Two weeks before the summer break was over Jack drove up to our house and ran towards me the biggest, brightest grin on his face, waving an envelop.
“Bev! I’m goin’ to Perth! The uni accepted my application!”
He was so happy and cheerful and although my heart sank and all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and cry for the rest of my life I hugged him and kissed him and told him how happy I was for him.
It had been his dream all his life to study law and the university in Perth was the best in Australia. And he could study there and would not have to go to the military academy as was his father’s wish.
“When do you have to leave?” I asked after what I thought was a fair amount of cheering.
“Friday next week.” He had his arms around my waist and looked deep into my eyes. “Hey, luv. We have two weeks.” He caressed my cheek and kissed me sweetly.
Someone cleared their throat behind us, my dad, and we broke our kiss, looking sheepishly at him.
“Sorry, dad.”
“Mr. Holt.”
“I reckon you two will not want to come in and join us for a tea.” His eyes twinkled. I loved my dad to pieces. He knew me so well.
We smiled and declined and Jack asked permission to take me out to celebrate his admission. “I’ll expect you back at ten, young lady,” said my dad in his best “dad-voice” and we hurried off.
Mom was not exactly excited when dad sent me ‘off duty’ for the remaining time, but she didn’t hinder us from seeing each other.
Our friendship, or better relationship, had emerged during the summer. Were we in love, you might ask now? Yes, I reckon we were.
The time passed by fast and it was his last day before his leaving.
We had found us a nice place, an abandoned shack, where we had spent our time when we didn’t meet with our friends. And that’s where we were this last Thursday.
I felt sad and clingy all the time and I cannot remember how I managed not to cry all the time. I reckon it was because Jack was so cheerful and positive about all this, promising me we would keep in touch. He would write me every day and he would visit during his semester breaks.
I sat there on the floor leaned against a poll, Jack lay down, his head in my lap and we talked. We talked about our dreams, about the future – about the past weeks.
“Jack, sleep with me.”
I was just as surprised as he was when I had spoken.
“Bev, I...” He sat up and looked at me for a very long time. “Are you sure?” His voice was barely more than a whisper.
“Yes,” I breathed out and nodded slightly – not sure at all, but absolutely sure. You know?
He caressed my face with his fingertips and leaned in for a kiss. A sweet kiss at first, growing deeper and more urgent. My heart beat a mile a minute and my breathing came short and ragged. His hand trailed down along my neck to my breasts. I placed my hand onto his and held it above my heart.
He broke our kiss and looked at me, at our hands. Then he took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my palm and let go of it.
The look in his eyes, uncertain but full of desire. Although I didn’t know about THAT then. But somehow he looked like I felt.
I started to unbutton my blouse, slowly, looking straight at him.
“You’re serious, Bev, eh?”
I nodded in response and he stood and looked around to find something like a blanket and he actually found one that had seen better days. He laid it out on the floor and I stood and slipped my blouse off down my shoulders, revealing the plain bra I was wearing.
He stood and looked at me for the longest time, then his hands unbuttoned his shirt and he carefully laid it onto the blanket, followed by his singlet. I pushed down my skirt and stepped out of it, laying it on top of my blouse. His pants followed and his shoes and socks.
We stood and looked at each other. I in my underwear, he in his underpants which were showing a bulge in front. I swallowed a bit and quickly shed my underwear, baring myself to him. He looked me up and down, swallowing. I felt the heat of a full body blush on my skin and though I felt like I should cover myself, I left my arms down at my sides.
We each took a deep breath and he removed his underpants.
“Oh God!” I whispered. His penis though only half erected was already so big to me and so beautiful.
“You’re beautiful, Bev.” He reached his hand out to me and I took a step forward, then another until I could reach for his hand and he pulled me closer.
We stood close, close enough so that I felt his penis against my belly, but not too close so it wouldn’t press hard against me. He lowered his face to me and kissed me so gently. He tugged in my lower lip and my upper lip in turns until I opened up to him. His tongue probed, gently, seeking entrance, then teasing my tongue into a playful dance.
His one hand slid down my side, his other cupped my breast, his thumb softly caressed my nipple that already stood at attention.
Our hands explored each other’s bodies; touched and caressed every inch of skin revealed. His lips trailed kisses along my neck to my breasts. A surprisingly arousing feeling overcame me when he took my nipple in his mouth, his tongue circled around it and he began to suck gently.
It felt good and right and incredible.
Until we lay on the blanket and he hovered above me, his knee between my legs, ready to part them.
I closed my eyes, not so sure anymore and at the same time so ready to receive him. My hands moved to his chest.
“Bev.” His voice was hoarse and strangled.
“Jack. Have you ever…”
“Are you sure you want this, Bev?” He avoided my question. His eyes darkened, his breathing ragged.
I took in a deep breath, my legs gave in to the soft pressure of his knee. I nodded my head, yes. My lips moved but my voice failed.
My legs parted and he settled in between them. Braced up onto one hand his other hand moved along my body down to my opening. He slid one finger along it.
“You’re so wet, luv.” His voice was low as I’ve never heard it before.
I swallowed. He rubbed his finger along my wetness. “Is that good?”
“It’s perfect, Bev.” He lowered his head and kissed me gently and inserted one then a second finger. “It’s alright, luv.”
He moved his fingers gently in me until my body started to respond, my hips started to move with him. All the time he kissed me and whispered endearments to me. My legs moved farther apart and he asked me to wrap them around him.
I was beyond everything, amazed, stunned, overwhelmed by what happened to me.
He withdrew his fingers and moved my legs high up his waist. The head of his penis rested against my opening and he looked deep into my eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off his and saw the question in his gaze.
“Yes, Jack.” I breathed out, barely audible. But that was maybe just because my heart pounded so wildly in my chest up to my ears.
He slid slowly into me and paused then, letting me adjust to the feel of him inside me, to his size. (And ladies let me tell you this: He WAS really big!)
“I’ll enter you now, Bev. It’ll hurt a bit at first. But not for long. It’ll be good after that.” His voice was soft now, gentle, though still hoarse.
I swallowed and nodded. He bent down and whispered to me. “Relax, Bev.” And then he pulled back, kissed me and entered me again with one strong push.
I gasped and let out a squeak at the short but sharp sting I felt. Jack kept moving deeper into me, gently. His movements somehow soothed my inner walls and soon I started moving with him.
“God, baby you’re so tight.” He moaned in my ear. His moves became more urgent and his pace and rhythm increased gradually. His kisses on my lips, my neck, my throat, my breasts.
I felt something creeping into every nerve. Something hot and cold, sweet pleasure and pain at the same time. And suddenly my body shuddered, my back arched and I cried out to him. As suddenly as it came over me was as slowly as I came down from it. My first orgasm.
He had stopped moving in me and looked at me, a glint in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
When he started moving again I immediately felt the same again. “No.” I panted.
“Yes, luv. Please.” He groaned out and thrust hard into me and I came again.
On my peak I felt something hot flooding into me, his semen, and his body shook and shuddered and his thrusts slowed down and finally stopped.
Panting he buried his face in my neck, his arms, trembling from the effort, barely supporting him.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down onto me.
I felt tears running down my cheeks and my heart beat wildly.
We lay there for long minutes, catching our breaths, recovering from our first – and last – lovemaking.
We left the shack way after dawn. Jack drove me back home. And as we had said our good byes already in the shack, after our lovemaking, I made it a fast good bye.
We kissed and promised to keep in touch and then I watched him disappear. The last thing I saw of him was his bright smile before his truck turned and he drove off.
We wrote to each other for about a year almost on a daily basis. As promised he came to visit during his semester breaks. After that first year the letters slowed down and finally stopped.
The last I heard about him was that he had joined the army.
Years passed by, many years, decades in fact. I had become a vet as it had been my dream. I’d been married and was a widow and had two beautiful daughters and my eldest was about to marry soon too when I happened to run into a young man that resembled ‘my’ Jack as if it were he himself…
Weeks later I visited my old school on an anniversary. I stayed there for the whole weekend and visited with old friends, or their families.
When I met with Marjorie she told me that Jack was back in town. He had rebuilt his dad’s old house and moved in there with his family. His wife died a few years before he moved back and he was with a son and his wife and children.
‘Could it really be?’
The next day I drove up to the old house. It looked grand! I had thought about calling first to see if he was there at all but I decided against it.
I stood there in front of the door for the longest time before I finally knocked. Almost immediately after my knock the door opened and the young man I had run into the other day stood there, the same smile, the same eyes.
“Jack.”
The End
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