THE SOLDIER

“Miriam Narine! As I live and breathe!”

Before Adelia had time to gather her thoughts, she found herself being crushed into a strong hug by a tall black woman with a massive set of tits.

“Eep!” Adelia squeaked when her face was mashed into soft and supple flesh.

“Let go of her, Vilma! You’re suffocating her!”

“Don’t tell me what to do Ashmore!”

Vilma released Adelia to shake her fist in a man’s face. They immediately started bickering, leaving Adelia to stand there in confusion.

Adelia looked down at her uniform, then up at the people coming into the building, then to her surroundings. She was wearing a nurse’s outfit, the light cream coloured dress was cinched at the waist, giving her the illusion of a large bust. She was wearing pantyhose and shoes with buckles like one of those posters of working women from the forties!

All around her people sat on stools, chatting and drinking the night away as the bartender poured drinks behind the counter.

As she stood there watching this Vilma and Ashmore bicker, the door opened to admit the rider that she had followed earlier.

Anton had a pensive look on his face, his jaw set and his shoulders tense. He held his military hat in the crook of his elbow as he looked around. His gaze softened a little when he noticed their motley group.

“ANTON OWEEN!” Vilma hollered at Anton with a big wide grin. She waved him over quickly.

Anton shuffled his way through the crowd to stand in front of the three of them.

“Tod, Vilma, Miriam,” he greeted them in turn, then gave Adelia a strange look. He pointed at his own face and mimed wiping his cheek.

Adelia lifted her face to touch her cheek in confusion.

“Oh golly, I’ve smudged your powder,” Vilma said in consternation when she took a look at Adelia. She stuck her hand into her bag and pulled out a compact powder, pushing it into Adelia’s hands.

“The restroom is over there. I’d go with ya but I haven’t seen Anton in months,” she said apologetically.

That suited Adelia just fine. It would give her time to take stock of her own face and body!

Adelia slipped away to the restroom with the powder in hand. She squinted into the mirror and giggled. There was indeed, a patch of skin that was obviously unpowdered because she could see the freckles underneath. She patted on the powder that Vilma had given her, covering up the patch.

This face was definitely an expressive one, judging from the faint laugh lines around her eyes and the divots in her cheeks! Her tight curls were short, barely reaching her shoulders. Her dark brows framed her pretty green eyes and somehow, the slightly too large front teeth only added to her cutesy charm.

Adelia quickly touched up her make up and headed back out.

Vilma immediately handed her a drink.

“A Shirley Temple for the teetotaler!” she announced with glee, slamming back her own shot with vigour.

The two men also raised their glasses and took a drink of their beers.

“It’s a good day to be alive!” Vilma declared, dragging them all over to a table to continue drinking.

Adelia, having no memory of whatever was going on this lifetime, sat and listened, content to observe the band of friends interact.

The bulk of the boisterous conversation seemed to be carried on by Vilma and Tod. At some point in the night, Adelia gleaned that their full names were Vilma Kelley, Tod Ashmore, and Anton Owens. The four of them had gone to school together at one point. Adelia’s current body belonged to Miriam Narine who was a nurse at the local hospital, whereas the other three had gone on to pursue military careers because of the looming war.

“It’s great to be able to serve our country!” Tod said as he clinked his glass against Anton’s.

Anton pursed his lips. His disagreement was written all over his face, but Tod was too drunk to notice. Vilma pressed her lips into a thin line when she noticed Anton’s expression.

“So uh!” Adelia scrambled to change the topic, “What about that new uh,” she racked her brain to think of what was invented in the 1940s, “Pens!”

“Pens?” Vilma looked at her all puzzled, “What new pens?”

“The ones you know, that uh, the biros! The ballpoint pens!” Adelia tried to explain, “You know how usually we have to refill the fountain pens, I have seen people using ballpoint pens now! It doesn’t leak. You don’t have to refill the ink and the ink goes on forever!”

By now, Tod was leaning forward in interest.

“Lookie here, Miriam, I don’t know about you but that sounds to me like witchcraft!” Tod let out a peal of laughter.

“I think it sounds useful,” Anton said with a firm nod of his head.

Tod rolled his eyes, “When would you ever get a chance to use it? You’re always on the frontlines getting the glory!”

This time, both Vilma and Anton pursed their lips.

“The frontlines aren’t glamorous,” Adelia interjected before either of them could say a thing. She gave Tod an unhappy look, “What’s so glamorous about murdering each other and killing people? So many people get hurt because of war. If not the soldiers, then all the people left behind. Do you know how many widows the war has created? Families without fathers or brothers or sons?”

Tod scowled at her, but did not refute her words. He couldn’t, because what she said was true. The war had left behind so many broken families. Adelia recognized that it was necessary, and it was of course good to stand up for justice, but she didn’t think it was right for anyone to gloss over the pain and the hurt it caused.

“I’m going to get another drink,” Anton said, sliding out of the booth they were sitting in. He grabbed Adelia’s wrist as he did so, “Come help me carry the drinks,” he said.

Adelia followed him with a huff.

“You didn’t need to do that,” Anton said quietly to Adelia, barely audible over the loud raucous laughter of other bar patrons, “Tod has always been like that,” he added.

“Well, it’s time he stopped.” Adelia crossed her arms at the bar counter. If there was one thing that being a 21st century girl had taught her, it was that people had to start standing up for themselves and that war only took away from important issues like climate change!

“Are you okay though? I noticed you looked uncomfortable,” Adelia turned to Anton and gently laid her hand on his forearm as they waited for the bartender to refill their drinks.

Anton sighed softly.

“I didn’t think this far,” he said honestly, “I just joined the army because it was what everyone was doing. I never planned on becoming a Captain or taking on so much work for the war,” he frowned into his drink.

“We lost so many men,” he sighed and downed his shot. When he turned to Adelia, she found herself caught in his dark brown eyes. His strong jaw was twitching, tense with stress and fatigue.

“Let me take your mind off it, then,” Adelia said, pressing close to his side.

She felt Anton freeze for a long moment before he sagged against her.

“Yeah okay, why not,” he said at last, “C’mon then, my landlady won’t mind,” he said, taking her hand in his larger one.

Adelia waved goodbye at both Vilma and Tod as they left the bar.

The two of them traipsed down the darkened alleyways until they reached an old building. Anton let them in quietly, tiptoeing to make sure they didn’t wake the other tenants. From the number of coats on the rack in the hall, there had to be at least six other people living in the same building.

Anton was upon Adelia the moment they entered his room, kissing her mouth hungrily as if he had been starving and she was the first glimpse of food he saw in years! Adelia found the buttons on his shirt and undid them quickly, shoving the clothes off his body as fast as he could.

She was starting to like sex a lot and she now knew why her dad always dissuaded her from dating. If she had started dating and having sex earlier, it would have surely tanked her grades!

Anton pushed Adelia onto his bed, crawling on top of her quickly without even bothering to turn on any lights.

“Fuuuuck!” Adelia moaned when his expert fingers plunged into her moist hole and started diddling her box.

Anton’s mouth latched onto Adelia’s nipple, sucking at it until there was a red mark around it. With his other hand, he went questing between Adelia’s asscheeks.

“Oooo!” Adelia squeaked when she felt his fingers graze her brownhole as well.

Anton flipped her over like she weighed nothing, pulled her hips upwards, and then immediately started licking her asshole.

Adelia had to bite down on the pillow to muffle her squeal.

“I hope you don’t mind, Miriam,” Anton panted when he pulled back, “Just that you know ... it’s the best way to make sure there aren’t any babies!”

When he put it that way, it made sense! Babies were made via dick in cunt sex. If he fucked her ass, then Adelia wouldn’t run the risk of getting pregnant!

Adelia shook her hips eagerly and Anton took it for the invitation that it was! He pushed his talented tongue into her ass, licking at the muscle until she began to relax. When he noticed the muscle starting to loosen up, he wasted no more time in putting his first finger in.

“OH!” Adelia couldn’t help but gasp. She hadn’t considered doing any anal before this, but if the sharp zing of pleasure was a hint of what to cum, then she forsaw a lot of it in her future!

Moans and gasps spilled from her mouth as Anton swiftly opened up her shithole with his fingers and his tongue. Maybe this body was used to anal, or maybe Adelia was that much of a burgeoning slut, either way, having her ass toyed with was incredible!

Her subconscious love of cock had her pushing her hips backwards, eager to get more of his fingers into her poopchute.

Anton growled at her wanton delight at being anally fingered. He pulled out for a moment and reached over to the night stand to grab a bottle of something. He opened it and poured the contents on his thick cock before lining himself up and pressing his blunt cockhead against Adelia’s shithole!

Adelia had heard horror stories of anal gone wrong, but she was sure that this would be an anal gone right one!

The pressure on her sphincter didn’t fill her with fear, only anal delight. Her hole seemed to welcome his cock with unbridled enthusiasm, opening up eagerly for its visitor. His cockhead slid past the tight ring with a little ‘pop’, the round head stretching Adelia’s shitter wide open!