Copyright © 1997, DoctorP. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@airmail.net. FRANCIS -- Part 4 -- A love story by DoctorP I did not get back again for almost a month. The Japs had invaded Pearl Harbor and life at the Fort was in full chaos. It was impossible to get away. Even my midnight promise went by the wayside. But thoughts of my dear Francie were seldom out of my mind. Occasionally, I could stop and rest. When I did, I would close my eyes and imagine each event of our lives together. How I wished to be with her. On the night of Wednesday, January 8th, (I will never forget the date), I got a two-hour liberty. I rushed to her. When I opened the front door, she did not come running to me. I heard the radio playing and walked toward the sound. She was in the kitchen with her back to me, washing the dishes. The radio was playing "Mares eat oats, does eat oats ..." I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She said, "Oh, Billy" and melted back in my arms. We were in heaven again. I lifted her in my arms and we kissed. Both of us were weeping. There could be no greater love than ours. At last I sat down on a kitchen chair with her on my lap. Our lips never parted. My hand slipped up between her legs. I explored the incredible baby softness of her thighs. Her panties were soaked. This was a marvelous erotic child-woman. I wanted to have her in every way at once. As my finger slipped under her panties and found her vaginal opening, she broke the kiss. "Oh Billy, let's fuck again. Can we?" "Oh Francie, I want to fuck you and touch you and lick you and kiss you all at the same time. Yes we can fuck again" She jumped up and began to remove her clothes. I followed. Before I could get my undershirt off, she stood before me complete naked. Her tiny rigid nipples and pouting cleft attested to her desire. I reached down, cupped her mound and inserted two fingers. After several strokes, I pulled my fingers out, picked her up and laid her on the table. She spread her legs, I grasped them and pulled her butt to the edge of the table. It was time to fuck again. My erection entered her easily. Again she rose on her elbows to watch. I buried my cock in her again and again. She was so slim that on each stroke I could see a tiny rise in her abdomen. I withdrew but cum was already beginning to bubble out. She grasped by erection and milked the cum onto her hand then licked her hand clean. I kissed her and we shared semen again. This wasn't enough, I loved seeing her but I wanted to hold her and feel her in my arms. I pulled her off the table. She stood before me as I sat in a kitchen chair. I began to nuzzle her breasts, stroke her back and cup her tender soft butt in my hands. Then she sat on my lap facing me, her legs straddling mine. The brought her mound up to my cock and she began to rub up and down. We were hot dogging again. Suddenly she said, "Can we fuck this way?" "I don't know. How do you mean?" "On the chair like this, try to put it in." She raised up. It was a little awkward trying to get my penis into the opening of her vagina but we did it. She sank down facing me. "Oh," she said, "it goes so deep." Then, "I think I like it even better." It was great for me. I was deep in her. I could keep my arms around her and caress her back and buttocks. I could lean her back, kiss her and view her titties or pull her to me and feel them on my chest. It was definitely great. Soon she began to move. I grasped her hips and helped her. Way too soon she started to whisper, "oh my goodness." In seconds it went from whisper to full voiced "oh my goodness!" She came and collapsed in my arms. I was no where near my orgasm. I didn't care though. I loved her so much. She rested for less than a minute. Then with head on my shoulder, her hips started to move again. First slowly, then with increased speed and power. It was great to be fucked. Once again I grasped her waist and aided her pumping. Quickly, I was ready. "Oh Francie, Francie, Francie" I thrust up into her and began the greatest orgasm of my life. She didn't slow down a bit but continued pumping. Then with a single "oh my goodness" I felt the spasms of her vagina and she collapsed again into my arms. We sat like that as long as we could. I knew my liberty time was soon to be up. I reveled in the feeling of her back. She was relaxed as a baby. My softened cock was still in her. We were both wet with our juices. "Darling Francie, I love you with all my heart. You will always be the only girl for me. Now I must go. I will come back just as soon as I can. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day." She began to cry. I had to leave. I raised her up. My penis came out of her. How I hated that. She sat back down on the chair as I dressed. She leaned over on the table with folded arms and wept. I wept too. At last I had to go. I went to the door. She ran after me. We hugged and kissed frantically. The I pulled her away so I could look at her little naked figure. I dropped to me knees for the last time, kissed her nipples then sucked each breast into my mouth. Rising up I surveyed my Sweetheart. Tears streamed down her face. Her red hair was messed up from our hugs. Her tiny breasts were swollen with the promise of full womanhood. Her stomach was indented. Only her mound protruded. Our juices covered the lips and ran down the insides of her legs. She was beautiful. I ran from her arms. I could not keep my return promise. Not tomorrow, not the next day nor the next month nor the next year. We shipped out that night. I was devastated. In days I was on a ship headed west from San Francisco. Days turned into months, months into years. I sent her letters. But of course, I did not dare to put true feelings in them only words. I received only one from her. Her memory never left my mind. I always tried to keep our midnight promise. I never changed my watch from N.J. time. Eventually I was in the Philippines. We were captured on the island of Batan. We were starved and beaten. My midnight promise was forgotten. Sex was just not an important thought. But love was. Her angel face kept me alive as we staggered near death under the Japanese oppression. That story needs to be told somewhere else. I survived and spent eight months in recovery at the Army hospital in San Diego. When I was free to go I began to tremble with anticipation. It was 1946 she would be nearly seventeen. I hardly slept on that long train ride. I arrived in the city at two in the morning. The cabbie just grunted when I told him the address. I don't know what I was going to do at that time of day at her house, but I just wanted to be near. Two blocks away I told the cabbie to stop. I paid him and got out. It was terrible when I got there. The building was gone! It just wasn't there any more. It had been completely torn down. For weeks I wandered that neighborhood then surrounding neighborhoods. No one knew of her, when she had left, or where she went. I never saw her again. Now I am old. I never married. I fervently pray that she did. She needed love and babies. I buried myself in my profession. Yes there were other loves and satisfying sex, but there would never be another Francie. Her face sometimes fades in my memory. Only in my dreams is she clear. I sometimes wake after a dream and I can see her as if it were the first moment. She is still twelve, she still shudders with orgasm. Her "oh my goodness' still echoes in my ears. That is why I am still in love with a twelve year old girl. I often keep my midnight promise now over fifty years later. I wonder if she does. -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://www.mrdouble.com Be There.....