expertly before her tongue began to play with his.
To
begin with Charlie was not quite sure what was happening, but he liked the sensation
so much that he just continued to hold on to her, and after a time even began
to press his tongue against hers. It was Rose who was the first to break away.
“Not
so hard, Charlie. Relax. Prizes are awarded for endurance, not for strength.”
Charlie
began to kiss her again, this time more gently as he felt the corner of a beer
crate jab into his buttocks. He tentatively placed a hand on her left breast,
and let it remain there, not quite sure what to do next as he tried to make
himself slightly more comfortable. It didn’t seem to matter that much, because
Rose knew exactly what was expected of her and quickly undid the remaining
buttons of her blouse, revealing ample breasts well worthy of her name. She
lifted a leg up onto a pile of old beer crates, leaving Charlie faced with an
expanse of bare pink thigh. He placed his free hand tentatively on the soft
flesh. He wanted to run his fingers up as far as they would go, but he remained
motionless, like a frozen frame in a black and white film.
Once
again Rose took the lead, and removing her arms from around his neck started to
undo the buttons on the front of his trousers. A moment later she slid her hand
inside his underpants and started to rub. Charlie couldn’t believe what was
happening although he felt it was well worth getting a broken nose for.
Rose
began to rub faster and faster and started to pull down her knickers with her
free hand. Charlie felt more and more out of control until suddenly Rose
stopped, pulled herself away and stared down the front of her dress. “If you’re
the best lay the platoon has to offer, I can only hope the Germans win this
bloody war.”
The
following morning battalion orders were posted on the board in the duty
officers’ mess. The new battalion of Fusiliers was now considered to be of
fighting strength and were expected to join the Allies on the Western Front.
Charlie wondered if the comradeship that had bound such a disparate bunch of
lads together during the past three months was quite enough to make them capable
of joining combat with the elite of the German army.
On
the train journey back south they were cheered once again as they passed
through every station, and this time Charlie felt they were more worthy of the
hatted ladies’ respect. Finally that evening the engine pulled into Maidstone,
where they disembarked, and were put up for the night at the local barracks of
the Royal West Kents.
At
zero six hundred hours the following morning Captain Trentham gave them a full
briefing: they were to be transported by ship to Boulogne, they learned and
after ten days’ further training they would be expected to march on to Etaples,
where they would join their regiment under the command of LieutentantColonel
Sir Danvers Hamilton, DSO, who, they were assured, was preparing for a massive
assault on the German defenses. They spent the rest of the morning checking
over their equipment before being herded up a gangplank and onto the waiting
troop carrier.
After
the ship’s foghorn had blasted out six times they set sail from Dover, one
thousand men huddled together on the deck of HMS Resolution, singing, “It’s a
Long Way to Tipperary.”
“Ever
been abroad before, Corp?” Tommy asked.
“No,
not unless you count Scotland,” replied Charlie.
“Neither
‘ave I,” said Tommy nervously. After a few more minutes he mumbled, “You
frightened?”
“No,
of course not,” said Charlie. “Bleedin’ terrified. “
“Me
too,” said Tommy.
“Goodbye
Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square. It’s a long, long way to...”
CHAPTER 4
C harlie felt
seasick only a few minutes after the English coast was out of sight. “I’ve
never been on a boat before,” he admitted to Tommy, “unless you count the
paddle steamer at Brighton.” Over half the men around him spent the
To
begin with Charlie was not quite sure what was happening, but he liked the sensation
so much that he just continued to hold on to her, and after a time even began
to press his tongue against hers. It was Rose who was the first to break away.
“Not
so hard, Charlie. Relax. Prizes are awarded for endurance, not for strength.”
Charlie
began to kiss her again, this time more gently as he felt the corner of a beer
crate jab into his buttocks. He tentatively placed a hand on her left breast,
and let it remain there, not quite sure what to do next as he tried to make
himself slightly more comfortable. It didn’t seem to matter that much, because
Rose knew exactly what was expected of her and quickly undid the remaining
buttons of her blouse, revealing ample breasts well worthy of her name. She
lifted a leg up onto a pile of old beer crates, leaving Charlie faced with an
expanse of bare pink thigh. He placed his free hand tentatively on the soft
flesh. He wanted to run his fingers up as far as they would go, but he remained
motionless, like a frozen frame in a black and white film.
Once
again Rose took the lead, and removing her arms from around his neck started to
undo the buttons on the front of his trousers. A moment later she slid her hand
inside his underpants and started to rub. Charlie couldn’t believe what was
happening although he felt it was well worth getting a broken nose for.
Rose
began to rub faster and faster and started to pull down her knickers with her
free hand. Charlie felt more and more out of control until suddenly Rose
stopped, pulled herself away and stared down the front of her dress. “If you’re
the best lay the platoon has to offer, I can only hope the Germans win this
bloody war.”
The
following morning battalion orders were posted on the board in the duty
officers’ mess. The new battalion of Fusiliers was now considered to be of
fighting strength and were expected to join the Allies on the Western Front.
Charlie wondered if the comradeship that had bound such a disparate bunch of
lads together during the past three months was quite enough to make them capable
of joining combat with the elite of the German army.
On
the train journey back south they were cheered once again as they passed
through every station, and this time Charlie felt they were more worthy of the
hatted ladies’ respect. Finally that evening the engine pulled into Maidstone,
where they disembarked, and were put up for the night at the local barracks of
the Royal West Kents.
At
zero six hundred hours the following morning Captain Trentham gave them a full
briefing: they were to be transported by ship to Boulogne, they learned and
after ten days’ further training they would be expected to march on to Etaples,
where they would join their regiment under the command of LieutentantColonel
Sir Danvers Hamilton, DSO, who, they were assured, was preparing for a massive
assault on the German defenses. They spent the rest of the morning checking
over their equipment before being herded up a gangplank and onto the waiting
troop carrier.
After
the ship’s foghorn had blasted out six times they set sail from Dover, one
thousand men huddled together on the deck of HMS Resolution, singing, “It’s a
Long Way to Tipperary.”
“Ever
been abroad before, Corp?” Tommy asked.
“No,
not unless you count Scotland,” replied Charlie.
“Neither
‘ave I,” said Tommy nervously. After a few more minutes he mumbled, “You
frightened?”
“No,
of course not,” said Charlie. “Bleedin’ terrified. “
“Me
too,” said Tommy.
“Goodbye
Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square. It’s a long, long way to...”
CHAPTER 4
C harlie felt
seasick only a few minutes after the English coast was out of sight. “I’ve
never been on a boat before,” he admitted to Tommy, “unless you count the
paddle steamer at Brighton.” Over half the men around him spent the
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