Prologue
I've known John Shelby since I was 12 years old, when I first moved to Birmingham after my family abandoned me. We were in the same class even though I was a couple years younger than him. We started hanging out and I eventually became friends with his siblings, especially his sister Ada. By the time he was 16 and I was 14, we started seeing each other in a different light, a romantic one. We began on and off flirting for several months before I managed to ask him on a date, i know right the girl asking the boy, never heard of. Several months later was when we first had sex and it was great. Ever since then, we were the closest we've ever been. Until he went to the war, for the God damned fucking King.
"Oh John, shit, that's good," I moaned in ecstasy.
I could feel John groan in appreciation against my pussy as his face was in-between my legs doing unholy things. I orgasmed and john came up to kiss me, so I could taste myself on his tongue.
"Are you ready, darling," John said in a husky voice.
"You already know the answer to that, Johnny," I managed to squeak out.
With that answer John thrusted into me and I screamed out because he did it hard and deep, just the way I love it. His thrusts started off slowish and eventually become fast and hard. It didn't take long for me to fall apart and the same for John. We were both in complete heaven, i just hope the whole house didn't hear.
"That was best yet, what do you think?" I asked.
"Its always great, but tonight was especially good," John replied. I smiled at him to tell him I agreed with what he said.
"Do ya reckon anyone heard us, well me," I laughed out. John chuckled at what i had said.
"Probably, it wouldn't be the first time and I have to put up with Arthur sleeping with all his women," He said cheekily.
"I know remember the first time i slept over here, it was really disturbing. But now i've gotten used to it," I said with a tired expression.
"Yep," he grumbled
At that point I realised he was thinking of leaving tomorrow for the war, it put a sad mood on the night. I love John and it breaks my heart to know I wont see him for years and possibly never again. John must of seen my saddened expression because he looked with so much love but sorrow at the same time. I knew he hated the idea of war, like most people, but for him it was worse because it was his reality.
"It will be alright, sweetheart," He said.
"I know, I will miss you so much. Do you know how long you will be in France for?" I asked curiously.
"No, I don't think any of us even know what exactly we will be doing over there in that fucking war filled country," He said with dread in his voice.
"I love you," I voiced.
"I love you too. lets bring the good mood back. Where were we ... ah thats right, fucking,"
The night was great and we didn't care if anyone heard. This could be the last night together for many years, we were going to cherish every moment.