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Part 4
Andr� was left petrified in his position, with a hand raised towards her face. And she stood, splendid and terrible, her blond hair lit by the flame's reflections, the stormy sea in her eyes and pearls of tears on her eyelashes. Her lips tight to not to cry, on her knees and with clenched fists, trembling. An eternal instant and then Andr� suddenly moved, seizing her shoulders and kneeling before her.
His glance in her eyes.
�I am an idiot� he said with an ironic smile. �But you love me. And I love you, exactly as you are. Impossible, terrible, absolutely... Oscar.�
He took her face in his hands and he bent over her, catching her lips in a sweet and light kiss. Oscar let herself go, unclenching her fists. While Andr�'s lips sweetly brushed her mouth, she felt a warmth invading her whole body and without knowing how she found herself laying hesitantly her hands on his shoulders. Now Andr� was punctuating her face with little kisses, slowly, softly, while his hands rested on her shoulders and his warm arms enveloped her. The body that troubled her so much, that woke up her feminine desire was decidedly close... and she could touch at last that intoxicating virile skin and that powerful musculature.
�A...Andr�...� she stammered.
�Mhhhh?� he murmured, while he was covering her neck with little kisses, going up again along her jaw to get her mouth. His warm breath on her lips...
Oscar swallowed and said: �You know, that anatomy book I am reading now...�
Andr� was brushing her lips with his lips �Yes?� while he moved aside her hair from her neck laying a hand on her nape so as to tenderly support her.
�Ah... the book... he... I have read that the human body has 656 muscles... ah...�
Andr� was taking her lower lip between his lips so as to savour it, caress it with his tongue and then let it go again.
�Interesting� he whispered with hoarse voice.
�Indeed� she said, panting �and the muscles of the tongue are no less than seventeen.�
Andr� smiled, with a look full of desire. And again he laid his mouth on hers, this time gently coaxing her to part her lips. And Oscar agreed, letting herself being carried away by her desire, accepting Andr�' tongue sweet intrusion. He clasped her in his arms tightly in his embrace, increasing the sensation of warmth. Yes, his skin was warm, the kiss, the hug... Oscar felt for the first time in her life completely well. Her place was in Andr�'s arms. The sensual movements of Andr�'s tongue caused to her an unknown sensation mounting from her abdomen and spreading to her whole body. She found herself returning his kiss, caressing his nape and burying her fingers in his dark curls.
They pulled away one from another, breathless: �Ah... so... were there all the seventeen muscles?� Andr� said, smiling mischievously.
�E...even some more...� Oscar replied, panting. �Now, in order to complete my studies... naturally... for a scientific purpose... 639 muscles are left...� she said, while was sliding her fingers on his shoulder's muscles.
�Oh,� Andr� sighed, �have you the intention to check them all?�
�Only the superficial muscles...� she said running a hand on his biceps.
And Andr�: �Do you think I could too... devote myself to the anatomy studies...?� while he began undoing the fabric strings of her shirt.
�Why not... in fact... it seems you have an excellent natural bent... for the subject.� she answered, moaning for Andr�'s caress that was uncovering her shoulders.
Oscar shivered with pleasure at the new sensation of Andr�'s mouth that after having left her neck, lingered on her shoulders and descended to the border set by the bandages that imprisoned her breast. She had laid her hands delicately and tenderly on his pectoral muscles and she perceived the vibration of his heartbeat, palpitating like her own because of the emotion. She felt the desire to kiss his skin as well, to savour it, but she felt growing shy.
As if he could read her mind Andr� whispered to her: �Please... kiss me, too...�
And Oscar couldn't resist to that tender prayer: overcoming any qualm she began to kiss him tracing out little kisses on his face, until to his neck and to the whole chest. Andr� quivered from the depths of his being at the feeling of being brushed by Oscar's lips: she really loved him. She desired him. This awareness made him mad with joy, while he sighed with fulfilment.
While she was kissing him, Andr� was caressing her hair, that hair he knew was soft and silky, which he never could touch like that, openly. Only stolen caresses, when she couldn't be aware, while she was sleeping in the shade of the trees at their pond, or during their playful fights.
Now instead she was in is arms and offered herself to his caresses. He laid his lips on her hair and kissed it, tenderly, while his hand slide along her back, making her shirt fall down. His fingers met those terrible bandages, which were tight around her chest so as to stifle her femininity.
He called her with a hoarse whisper: �Oscar... Oscar... I would like... I'd like to take off these bandages.�
She raised her face, and cast him a look that expressed passion and fear at the same time. But her head nodded.
Andr� freed her completely from her shirt, and then, with a reassuring look, he began looking for the end of that linen skein. Without being able to find it.
�Hum... I can't find it ...� Andr� said, who began to feel a bit frustrated after several attempts.
Oscar on the contrary was chuckling, taken between embarrass and pleasure, feeling his hands touching her chest.
�Wait, let me do it...� and after few expert movements, she showed him the end of the bandage that formed that fabric's cocoon.
Andr� took it in his hands and began to gently unwind the fabric, and little by little to his gaze were revealed those curves just once he had a glimpse of. Oscar's chest raised and lowered according to a movement dictated by a feverish breathing: Oscar closed her eyes when she felt the bandages that covered her breast falling down completely, and blushed.
Andr� looked at her with desire and emotion, seeing her offering herself to him, overcoming her shyness to be his woman. He took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. When they pulled away, a look as a calm as sea in her eyes told him Oscar's gratefulness for his sensitivity.
�I love you infinitely, Oscar... and I desire you...� he told her in a breathing.
She said nothing, just took his hand and lay it on her heart.
�Caress me...� she answered, blushing at her own impudence.
Andr� didn't wait to be asked twice and covered her with caresses, brushing the curve of her breast, to then slowly reach and draw with his fingertips the rosy hardened nipples.
By now the embarrassment was replaced by passion: they kissed and caressed one another incessantly, giving reciprocally everything that they didn't share in the years they could�ve already love each other. As if they wanted to make up for the lost time. They both felt ready to pass to the complete union.
Andr� looked at Oscar in her eyes, smiled at her mischievously and told her: �I don't know about you... but I am a bit tired to stay on my knees...�
Oscar returned the smile and answered to him: �Indeed... we could lay on the floor... only that... I am afraid the straw will scratch my back's skin.�
Andr� looked at the floor covered with straw and then at the jacket that still was tied round his hips.
�Well... we could lay this jacket over the straw and...�
�And...?�
�Well, you won't have necessarily to stay always beneath...� Andr� said laughing.
Oscar blushed to that proposition, giving a punch not really false on her love's biceps.
Still laughing Andr� pretended to massage the part she had hit and then he began to untie the jacket from his hips, appearing before Oscar's eyes in his whole virile beauty. He was very much different from before, she couldn't help but notice, with an interest evidently not very much scientific, this time.
Andr� was proud to arouse Oscar's admiration with his body. It was wonderful knowing that she desired him as well, really wonderful. He took the jacket and drew near the fireplace to spread it: he was arranging it when he felt something warm and gentle lay on his... buttock!
He swallowed and realized that it was Oscar's hand, which began to caress him. Soon another hand began to caress his back as well.
Oscar's warm breath was on his neck, behind the ear: �Sorry... I couldn't restrain myself... since I saw you lying on that chair, there by the river, I desire touching you... here...�
Andr� closed his eyes, panting: �Ah... go on, I don't mind... at all...�
Andr� would never have imagined he could be the object of such caresses, not even in his most impossible dreams. Oscar's hands slide on his skin leaving fire's trails, setting fire to his senses. When her hands passed on his chest to then inexorably went down towards his sex, he felt his breathing almost stopped. He couldn't do anything else than moaning, resuming breathing, when her hand began caressing him on the smooth skin of his manhood.
Oscar found again that skin she had caressed by the river, enjoying it fully this time, giving in her turn pleasure to the man she loved. Andr� felt Oscar's body stuck to his back, her breast, her stomach... and her hand that was holding him and... he couldn't stand anymore. He put his hand on hers, desiring more.
�Oscar... I... I want you...� and saying this he detached her hand, slightly moving aside so as to draw her before himself, looking at her in her eyes to find her consent and then lay her beneath his body.
As if waking up from a dream, Oscar said: �A...Andr�, I... you know, that book... I didn't read yet all the chapters... and... not even in the other books... well... I don't know...�
Andr� smiled, while with a caress he lifted her hair, to spread it on their straw bed.
�Never mind... we'll skip the theory and we'll pass directly to the experimental method...� he said mischievously, placing his mouth on Oscar's lips.
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In the meantime, at the barracks, Alain had finished the military exercises and was crossing with tired pace the parade ground. A provocative silhouette was on her turn crossing the square, going back to the barracks and from a distance Alain recognized the figure of the cook, Arlette. He drew near to greet her.
�Good evening, Arlette.�
�Good evening, Alain.�
The young woman looked unhappy and Alain, who had a little crush for her, decided to ask her: �You look a bit depressed. Did you go out? Did something happen?�
Arlette let out a little sigh, shaking her head. �Yes, I have been in the city centre for shopping, but I didn't buy anything.�
�Didn't you find what you were looking for?� Alain asked, trying not to let die the conversation in a short time.
�No, even if the Colonel gave me some money...�
Alain jumped: �What, what? The Colonel gave you some money? And why?�
�I don't know. He behaved in a very strange way.�
�Tell me more...�
�Well,� said the young woman while blushing a bit �I have that crush for Andr�... this morning he took the wrong lunch basket, it was practically empty... hem... I wanted to take advantage of it to reach him so as to bring him his lunch and stay a bit together with him. I have asked the Colonel where he did go and he insisted to bring it to him in person, telling me that his heart�s wound was still too fresh.
�Really? Did he tell you this?�
�Yes, and practically he told me also that I am not the kind of woman Andr� likes, that... well... the other woman had �other arguments�... small but nicely shaped. He took my basket, gave me some money and sent me away.�
Alain couldn't believe it. He felt a dull anger rising inside himself. Andr� was his friend. He had always had a liking for him, because he understood his qualities hidden behind his being always quiet and reserved, actually perhaps just for this reason he appreciated him. And that way of silently suffering for love... in his place he never could do it, but he was different. In a sense he admired him.
And his presumed best friend, the one who reminded at every turn that they were raised together, not only didn't help him to bear this pain, by looking cold, but he ruined even a chance to forget that woman, to have at last a happy love story.
What an idiot of a noble Colonel! But why did he interfere? What did he want? Alain for friendship was even ready to let go the beautiful cook: there were so many women and this one was interested in his friend. The hell! If it was necessary he was ready also to play the role of Cupid.
He let out a chuckle while Arlette was looking at him, questioning.
�Don't worry, Arlette. Your arguments are excellent� he said, winking at her and letting slide his look on her bosom.
�I know where Andr� went to. Surely the Colonel did reach him, even if he told me the opposite. But I think we are still in time to �save� our friend. Come on, go prepare another basket for the dinner, I believe that this evening you'll have him only for you.�
And he began laughing, anticipating the face of the Colonel being caught.
�Hurry up! Before the night falls!�
Alain had quickly prepared the horse and received the beautiful Arlette with a smile, when she appeared in the stables. The young woman had a basket in her arm and she had her cheeks reddened: she tried to hurry up as much as she could. Alain found her lovely, petite but well-proportioned, with that red hair and the fine prosperous breast that... ah, no, he mustn't think about it!
He mounted the horse and gave her his hand, to take her on the saddle. He settled her in front of him, in his arms, so as to she won't risk falling from the horse. And so as to, by the way, have a pretext to clasp her in his arms. Well, at the end she wasn't yet his friend's woman, so...
�All right, let's go! Hold tight!�
And he spurred the horse.
After some time they arrived to the river banks, at the edge of the forest. The night was falling and it was quickly becoming dark. They had to hurry and find him. Alain trotted the horse and was looking around as well as Arlette, while he was holding tight the beautiful cook by her waist. He couldn't keep himself from envying Andr�... the young woman was soft and firm at the same time and decidedly he could hardly restrain himself from clasping her even more. Suddenly, something laying on the edge of the road attracted his attention. Something blue. Andr�'s uniform!
�But that one is Andr�'s uniform!� Arlette cried out with worry.
Alain stopped the horse, and dismounted, helping her to dismount as well. �I don't like this thing. Something must be happened to him. It is very strange his uniform is here. Maybe he has been robbed...�
Arlette was looking round and saw something from a distance. �Look, Alain! Down there! There is a hut... and there are horses tied to those trees!�
Alain picked up his friend's clothes and mounted again on the saddle, helping again Arlette to mount as well.
�Let's go to see... with caution... be quiet, Arlette, please, there could be some unpleasant surprise... there may be some bandit around here.�
The young woman stiffened because of the fear.
�Don't worry, I'll protect you.� he said, very happy to make an impression on her.
Getting close to the hut they noticed that a wisp of smoke was coming out of the chimney, and the light of the fireplace enlightened a little window. Alain realized that the horses were certainly those of Andr� and the Colonel, and in his mind he cursed that damned officer. They dismounted and Alain tied the horse a bit away from the hut. He beckoned her to keep quiet and they drew closer to the little window, keeping their backs close to the wall.
Alain leaned out with caution to take a glance inside the hut. And he was left petrified, open-mouthed.
Arlette whispered to him: �Alain what's the matter? What did you see?�
Alain didn�t answer her, as if turned into a salt statue. Arlette came up alongside him, to see what could ever produce such an effect. And she too was left petrified.
At the flickering light of the fire, the powerful silhouette of a completely nude man, lying on the floor, was embracing another body, covering it almost completely. Only the long blond hair were very well visible. Unmistakable blond hair.
With eyes wide open and the breath taken away they detached themselves from that incredible sight and leaned with their backs against the wall, the one next to the other, unable to utter a word.
After endless seconds, they turned the one towards to the another, looking reciprocally in the eyes, as if they could find confirmation of the reality of what they had just seen.
�Now I understand everything...� Alain said in a strangled whisper.
�Andr�... and the Colonel...� Arlette completed, about to burst into tears.
Alain stretched out his hand to take the young woman's hand.
�No, don't cry... he can't love you... it is not that you aren't attractive it is just that... he likes men.� he said in a low voice, without being able to avoid shivering at the thought. �But as far as I am concerned instead... you do have excellent arguments.� he told her, casting at her a look that was worth a hundred of courtings.
The young woman parted her red lips in a shy smile and Alain smiled at her in return.
�Come� he told her and holding her hand turned the hut's corner, so as to leave Andr�'s clothes on the threshold. They came back to their horse.
Arlette touched the basket still attached to the saddle and said in a whisper: �It would be a pity to waste this.�
Alain smiled at her and replied: �Then... let's go.�
He mounted the horse, took her again in his arms and they galloped off.
~ The End ~
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