1. Just Doing Her Part


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    a bottle of wine, would you like it?" The roast was wonderful, on the cusp between medium and rare. As they filled their mouths with bites, sometimes allowing a foot to play with a naked leg, Harold had the audacity to observe, "You really like doing it, don't you?" A winsome smile came to Alice's face. "I believe I have a calling. The week before I was married, my mother took me into the garden and sat me on the swing. She told me sex was a duty I owed to Johnny, no matter how unpleasant it might be, and that the only proper way was in the bed in the dark with my husband on top of me. I was to open my legs for him, let him push it inside me, and never complain." "I believed I knew better about such things than my mother did, and I was right. Even on my wedding night, when Johnny had to force his way in and it hurt a little bit, I liked what he was doing to me, and what I was able to do for him. I couldn't wait for him to get home at night and we could make love, and lots of suppers were ruined because we got too busy." "Once, Johnny had to go up to Philadelphia for a couple of days, and when he came back he gave me a present; it was a book he'd found somewhere that had pictures of different ways to do it. I thought some of them would be too difficult, because it looked like you almost had to be an acrobat. But we managed to try every single position, and we even made up some of our own, and I wrote them down in the book. Would you like to see it?" She strode to a small ...
    bookshelf and from the very end, hidden behind a porcelain statuette, she retrieved a small, darkly bound volume. The print was imperfect, the pages ragged. But there, one per page, were graphic ink drawings illustrating the various postures in which a couple might couple. On many of the pages handwritten notes, which Alice confessed were hers, gave further advice about the posture. By the time the book had been perused, it was more than obvious Harold was anxious to sport again -- perhaps the fact that Alice sat on his lap also had a bit to do with the situation's stiffening. "Is there one you'd like to try?" she brazenly asked. Harold picked one out, the woman kneeling and the man was behind her, one knee on the floor, one over her rump, and the libertines moved into the bedroom, abandoning the dirty dishes on the table. During an interlude -- they were beginning to come more often, last a little longer as the lovers wore each other out -- Harold dared to ask, "Do you think you'll get married again?" "I guess," she admitted, "after the war's over, maybe. My mother wants me to go back to Laurel, but it's a small town, most of the men are in Europe or the Pacific, and I don't think I would meet anyone down there. Besides, I like it here, I think I can do more for the war effort up here than down there." "Don't you get lonely?" "Sometimes. But I've gotten over feeling sorry for myself, I've got friends here, I get along." She didn't ask him what his plans were when the war was ...
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