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Jackie and The Promise
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He was packing his bags, making his final preparations to leave, when she walked into the room. She was wearing her hair up, with a long printed cotton wide skirt that extended down to her ankles. She stared at him seductively, as she removed the pin from her hair allowing her long brunette locks to fall gently over her shoulders. His mouth began to water as she slowly, and deliberately unfastened each button on her blouse starting from the collar on her neck down to her waist. Her smooth light brown skin was clearly visible around her stomach, and the upper portion of her breasts. He could not resist her any longer. He rushed toward her and wrapped her firmly in his arms, kissing her passionately. Her skirt and crinoline quietly fell to the floor leaving her wearing only her pantalets, and brassiere. He picked her up and carried her to the king sized posted bed. He impatiently began removing her pantalets like an alcoholic unlocking a bar cabinet. He was not disappointed when after removing her undergarments, as he gazed upon her now moist and pink lips. He could hardly wait to remove his clothes before diving head first into her warm, forbidden fruit. She moaned and cooed while receiving full enjoyment of his tongue firmly yet gently licking her clit. His member was long and hard now, and her swollen pink flesh was a positive sign that she was ready for him to enter her. With much impatience, he plunged the head of his cock past her inviting wet lips and proceeded deep inside her vaginal canal. He could feel her body quiver, and the panting of her breath as he surged forward. It would not be long before she would reach her climax. He too could feel the passion building up inside of him, rising to an inevitable crescendo.
"Jazlyn, we can't do this now! I'm late as it is!", he said unexpectedly. "Why, why can't you stay with me David?", she protested. "We've been through this so many times before," he explained while he was fixing his ruffled shirt and pants. "It's my duty. I have to do my job for my country." He hated to leave her. He loved her more than any woman he had ever met in his life. They both firmly believed that destiny had brought them together. After a few moments he added "Don't worry, I will come back to you." "How do I know that you will come back?", Jazlyn asked, with her big brown eyes brimmed with tears. He gathered up his gun powder, and bullets, put his rifle over his shoulder, picked up his bags, looked her directly in the eyes and said, "I promise."
After one last kiss, which could only mean good bye, he mounted his horse, and briskly rode away. With only moments to spare, he met up with his regiment in lower Manhattan. They would ferry to New Jersey, and begin the long march to Pennsylvania. General Robert E. Lee had led his Army of Virginia across the Mason Dixon line for the first time since the beginning of the Civil War. David and his regiment were to meet and join with Union General Meade to thwart Lee's advances. Little did David know, that the battle had already begun in a town called Gettysburgh.
When they arrived at the Gettysburgh battlefield, July 2, 1863, they were greeted with the earsplitting sound of canon, and continuous rounds of rifle fire. David was directed to an area known as Little Round Top, where the Southern army was putting on a fierce attack. He looked in horror at the dead soldiers scattered around him. That combined with the thick smell of smoke and gunpowder, made him nauseous. David quickly loaded his rifle, and took his place among the soldiers in the front line. He fired, all of his shots, quickly reloaded, and fired again. But the Southern army was relentless, and continued to make progress up the hill. As David was reloading, for what he did not realize would be the last time, three soldiers advance forward, firing directly into the Union front line. David felt the bullet pierce his forehead and exit through the back of his scull. The sounds of the canon fire began to muffle. The whole world seemed to turn to bright white. David felt as though he was floating as he dropped to the ground. As he faded away, his final thoughts were of his beloved Jazlyn with her beautiful chestnut eyes, and gentle loving smile.
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Mark had been working at Newsweek magazine for more than seven years. He enjoyed his job, and spent many a late night working to get a story just right. He was very good at what he did, and was much appreciated. But Mark didn't have much of a social life. He gave up dating a few years back. He just couldn't seem to find the girl that was just right for him. He was not gay. No, far from it. He just had this ideal girl fixed in his mind to whom no one seem to meet her measure. One day the editor asked him to write a story about the roles of women in some of the major wars. He asked him to illustrate the story with pictures from the archives that captured the women's spirit. This sounded like a great idea to Mark, so he went straight to the basement where the archived pictures were kept. He made himself comfortable, since he knew he would be spending a number of long nights down there. He would start with pictures taken during the US Civil War.
A little past midnight, on his second night of research, he had selected five pictures among the thousands that he had examined. Then, he came upon a picture that seemed rather peculiar. It was a picture of three women, posing before the camera. There was nothing particularly interesting about the picture, except for one thing. One of the women was smiling. Now this may not be out of the ordinary today, but in the nineteenth century, the shutters of cameras had to be held open for a good length of time for the film to be fully exposed. A person's smile tends to fade or change over a short span of time. This would cause a blur when the photograph was developed. It is for this reason that you rarely, if ever, see a photograph of anyone in the nineteenth century smiling. And yet, even looking through his magnifying glass, her smile was clear and sharp. "That's strange.", he thought to himself. He also noticed that she was the only woman in the picture holding a piece of paper. But even with the magnifying glass, he could not make out what it read. There were some unreadable letters followed by, "...Prom..." followed by some more unreadable letters. "Wow! They don't make women like that anymore." he thought to himself. Other than the fact the woman was very beautiful, with long dark hair, and gorgeous dark chestnut eyes, the picture itself was not very interesting, so he put it back in the pile.
The next night, he spent an equal amount of time examining pictures of women from World War I and II. He looked at least two thousand photos, and had selected five for this article. He was getting very sleepy, and his eyes were beginning to burn when he noticed a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. She was a very beautiful woman with long dark hair. "I've seen her before.", he thought to himself. He figured with the many thousand of photographs that he had seen, some were bound to have similarities. But oddly enough, this woman was holding a piece of paper in her hand. He could make out the word "promised", but he could not read the words before it. "My mind must be playing tricks on me.", he thought to himself.
The article was a great success, so much so that the editor was considering a follow-up story. "Great job, Mark!", he said with authority, "Now take a few days off and relax. You've earned it." "Thank you, sir." Mark said, "But I have a few loose ends I have to tie up around here. Maybe next week I'll take some time off." "Suit yourself. But I suggest you take my advice. If you don't stop to relax now and then you'll burn yourself right out." he said as he was walking away from Mark's desk.
Some of Mark's coworkworkers were crowded around a PC in the middle of the room. When the editor left, one of them whispered as loud as he could, "Psst! Mark! Come here. Check this out." "Sorry guys, I'm not interested in any of your porn sites right now." Mark said, through a slight laugh. "You guys are gonna get in trouble one of these days using the magazine's Internet connection, looking at stuff like that.", he added. "You have to see this girl, Britney!", said one of the coworkers named Paul. "She's got the biggest tits I ever seen!" Mark knew from experience that they would not leave him alone, so he decided to oblige them by taking one brief look. When he arrived at the desk, he watched as the PC's screen refreshed itself revealing all of the models. "See, Mark?", Paul said, "That's Britney, isn't she unbelievable." But Mark's eyes were locked on the girl in the upper right hand corner. His jaw dropped in disbelief. "Looks like Mark's been smitten!", one of the guys said with a big laugh. "Look at his face!" "That girl looks so familiar to me.", Mark said slowly, trying to think at the same time. "Is she from around here?" "You mean Jacky? I doubt it,", answered Paul, "These girls are in Russia, Czech Republic, but mostly, Amsterdam." "But I know I've seen her before", Mark said to no one in particular. His mind was racing trying to place this woman's face. A few minutes later, he rushed downstairs to the archives, and spent the next hour locating the pictures from the Civil War, and World War I and II. He brought the two pictures back upstairs, and studied them at his desk. There was no mistaking it, the two women were identical in every detail! But they could not possibly be the same person. These pictures were taken at least eighty years apart! He was now ready to compare the pictures to the girl on the web site.
Most of his coworkers had gone for the day with the exception of Paul. As Paul was preparing to leave, Mark asked if he could borrow his ID for the web site they were watching. "You mean cams@home.com?", Paul asked, "Sure. But don't use all my credits going Private with these girls. Some cost up to four dollars a minute!" "Don't worry,", Mark reassured him, "I just want to ask her a couple of questions." "You mean Jacky? Good luck," said Paul, "Those girls usually won't tell you too much about there private lives, until they get to know you. Good night." Mark logged into the site using Paul's ID. When he was given the option to change his chatname, he decided to use his first name followed by a random number 7263. He could feel his heart pounding in anticipation as to what he would learn. After about thirty seconds, Jacky's image was painted on the small computer screen. He could not believe his eyes! Her long brown hair, with large chestnut eyes were identical to the two pictures he was holding in his hands. "That's impossible. This can't be.", he thought to himself. He could see by the number of names listed on the right side of the screen, that Jacky was very popular. Understandably so, since she was so beautiful. With his hands shaking, he began to type, "Jacky, you're not going to believe this, but I'm holding two pictures of two women who look exactly like you, but they were taken many years apart. Isn't that strange?" Even though the screen refreshes only at a six second rate, Mark could see Jacky lean forward and type something into the keyboard. Just then, all of the other names vanished, leaving only his and Jacky's name. Then she wrote, "It certainly took you long enough to find me, but you still have not fulfilled your promise. You must meet me in person." To Mark, things were getting stranger by the minute. What was she talking about? "I think you may be confusing me with someone else Jacky. What promise are you talking about?", he wrote. "You must come here to find out.", is all she wrote. With that, her image was replaced with a picture of a woman with caption underneath saying, "This model is currently Off Line."
Mark had never done anything that was so irrational in his life. Every major step in his life was calculated, and based upon sound reasoning. And yet, here he was on a jet flying to Amsterdam, Holland, on the chance that he would meet someone that he just conversed briefly with on a web site. "This is crazy!", he thought to himself. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He checked into his hotel, and immediately headed to the location that he knew Jacky would be working. When you are in the news media, getting that kind of information is pretty easy. When he arrived at the reception area, he asked if he could meet with Jacky. He was told that she was busy at that time, but he was more than welcome to leave her a message. Disappointed, he left his name, and the name of the hotel where he was staying. By the time he walked back to the hotel, he found he had a message waiting for him. The message was from Jacky asking that he meet her in the center of a nearby park 9:00PM sharp.
Twilight time was just about ending as Mark sat alone on a bench in the middle of a large green park lined with trees. He began to have second thoughts about being there. "What if this is some kind of setup?", he thought to himself. How foolish he would sound trying to explain this to the authorities. That's if he survived at all! After a few minutes, he decided he should leave. The park was getting very dark, and he could barely see anything. Just then, he heard some footsteps coming from his right a pretty good distance away. He could barely make out the figure of a woman. She appeared to be wearing a long cotton skirt covering her down to her ankles. She had dark hair that was pinned up in a style that women wore in the nineteenth century. As she got closer, he could see that she was smiling. Her smile grew even wider when she was sure that it was he that was waiting for her on the bench. She lifted up the front of her skirt enabling her to run to him as fast as she could. She sat down next to him with her large beautiful chestnut eyes filled with joy. Happiness seemed to be beaming from her entire body. She was so excited, she could scarcely control her breath when she said, "Well, it took you long enough David. But I'm so happy that you've kept your promise." "Excuse me, Jacky", he said with a confuse look on his face, "I think you have the wrong person. My name is Mark. What promise are you talking about? I don't think we've ever met before." "Look deep into my eyes", she said, "And you will remember."
As Mark began to gaze into Jacky's eyes, he began to feel dizzy. He felt himself swaying from side to side. He could here noises. At first they were muffled sounds, then they became louder and louder. They sounded like canon and rifle fire. "How is it possible that I remember this?", he thought to himself. "I've never been to war." And yet time seemed to be traveling in reverse. As the cannon sounds disappeared, his mind recalled a time when he was in a room with a beautiful woman. Now everything was beginning to make sense. "Jazlyn, is this really you?", he said in almost disbelief. "Yes, David", she said, "You've come back to me." The feeling of love for each other overwhelmed the two of them. They held each other as tightly and as closely as they possibly could, nearly squeezing the breath out of each other. He had finally found the woman of his dreams! She was the one he had waited for all of his life. She too was bubbling over with joy. The only man she had ever loved had returned to her at last!
After a few minutes of hugging and passionate kissing, with tears running down each of their faces, she stood up in front of him. She removed the pin from her hair allowing her brown locks to flow gently over her shoulders. She slowly unfastened each button on her blouse while never taking her beautiful brown eyes off of him. Her skirt silently dropped to the ground as she stood before him in her nineteen century styled underwear. Gracefully she removed her brassier, and pantalets, revealing a perfectly sculptured body. Her long slender legs, with smooth supple thighs, supported a chiseled stomach, and large, full, firm breasts with large dark nipples. His mouth began to water as he could not wait take in the most intimate parts of her body. He quickly, and clumsily removed all of his clothes. He took her in his arms, and they sank to the soft grass below them. He began kissing her with an almost uncontrolled passion. His tongue was exploring every square inch of her mouth. Her moaning and cooing indicated that she too was enjoying every second of their experience. He worked his way down to her full voluptuous breasts. While fondling the left breast, he put as much of the right breast that he could fit in his mouth. Needless to say, his mouth was overflowing. He used his tongue to too tease and lick her hard nipple. He then reversed the process with the other breast. All while he was doing this, Jazlyn was stroking his cock with her long soft tender fingers. She was making him as hard as a rock. He then began kissing her stomach, and naval, moving closer and closer to her glorious treasure! He began licking every nook and cranny of her moist pussy in a clockwise direction, and then counterclockwise. She began to react with pleasure with her back arching, her neck bending backwards, her entire body writhing in ecstasy. As he began to nibble on her clit, she let out a loud squeal, and sprayed his face with her natural juices. He had read before about some women being able to do this when they cum, however, he never really believed it was possible. Now he had experienced it first hand. His face has drenched, as he squeezed her tight perfect buns with both hands. He began to caress her silky soft yet firm and supple thighs. He could not believe how beautiful she was. This had to be a dream! Yet it was all so real! It was now time to enter the most sensitive part of her body. He gently forced the head of his cock through her thick wet pink lips. Her body shuddered momentarily as the head of his dick rubbed against her sensitive skin. She began pressing her fingers against his back encouraging him to continue forward. Her love canal was bathing his dick with welcoming fluids making his journey even more pleasurable. When he lifted his head, he could see her face etched with ecstasy with her eyes tightly shut. With rhythmic motion, he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of her. As she was approaching her climax, "Oh...oh..ohhhh", were her only involuntary responses. He inevitably reached a sensitive soft spot deep inside of her. He used his dick to grind against this very passionate area. Jazlyn, could hold it in no longer, she exploded with a roar that echoed across the park! He continued to bang away unmercifully. The sound of her orgasm raised his passion level to a height that he even he could not believe was possible. Eventually, he too could not hold it in any longer. He exploded like a volcano, filling her love tubes with his hot and potent cum. "Hmmmmm,", she responded, as she could feel him fill her up. She had the look of satisfaction painted upon her face as she continued to hold him close.
Bathed in the afterglow of their steamy encounter, they rolled over on their backs and gazed at the stars above breathing heavily. They felt so serene, so happy, so much in love. After a few minutes he said, "Do you see that reddish star over there?", pointing toward the sky. "Yes", she replied. "Well,", he added, "That's not a star at all. It's the planet Mars. One day, we may live up there. Well maybe not us, but future generations." "Really?", she responded, thinking more about the passion they had just created here on earth rather than what was up in the sky. "Speaking of places to live," he added with a degree of excitement in his voice, "You must come back with me to the states." "Oh, really", she says laughingly, "And when must I do this?" "Tonight, of course!", he quickly responded. Again with a laugh she responded, "Tonight? That's impossible. When will I have time to pack?" "You don't need to pack.", he countered. " I'll buy you anything you need. And with my connections, getting a flight out of here tonight would not be a problem." "No, no, no", she responded, "There is no need to rush, we have the rest of our lives to share together. Besides, I need to say goodbye to my friends, I have a beauty salon to close down, and I'll need to take a few personal belongings." "So when will you be ready to leave with me?", he asked. She thought for a moment then added, "Meet me in front of the building where I work, tomorrow at 11:00AM, and we can leave from there." Reluctantly he agreed adding with a slight smile, "Is that a promise?" "I promise." she replied, gazing at him with her beautiful eyes.
He did not sleep a wink that night. Never had he felt so happy in his entire life. Nothing else seemed important to him anymore, not his job, or his career. He had Jazlyn, and that meant everything to him. He jumped out of bed the next morning, and started for the building where Jazlyn worked. He felt like he was walking on air in anticipation of seeing her again. He was so enthralled with the thought, that he did not notice ambulance screaming past him as he made his way down the street. As he got closer to the building, he noticed a large crowd had formed. There were police cars everywhere, and people were shaking their heads saying, "What a shame, and she was so young." There had obviously been some car accident involving a pedestrian. Panic immediately built up inside of him, and he found himself sprinting toward the center of the crowd. Two very strong policeman were able to hold him back just as he saw the paramedics cover Jazlyn's lifeless body with a blanket. He cried out with a roar that depicted the excruciating pain he was feeling. "Jazlyn!!!", as his legs lost all of their strength causing him to collapse helplessly to the ground. With his face etched in pain, and weeping uncontrollably, "Jazlyn, you promised!!!!", was all he could muster the strength to say.
3
Jeanette had completed her doctorate two years ago in the field of botany. She had just spent four months of a six month assignment working in New Kansas. Her specialty was working with plants that could survive in an extreme environment. Well, you couldn't get too much more extreme than New Kansas. New Kansas, was a research colony located at the edge of the northern polar cap on the planet Mars. Jeanette's assignment was to find and develop a species of plant that could thrive in the Martian climate, changing carbon dioxide into oxygen. If this would work, they might be able to develop an atmosphere on Mars suitable for people to live. Jeanette realized that even if her experiments were a success, it would be years before anyone could actually live there, certainly not in her lifetime, but she was extremely dedicated nonetheless. She felt what she was doing was very important. She had no time for any kind of social life. Besides, she never really found anyone that was just right for her.
And yet, before completing her assignment, here she was on a shuttle flight from Mars, to the John F. Kennedy Space Station orbiting the earth. This was just not like her. "I can't believe I'm doing this." she thought to herself. "I don't even know anything about this guy." The JFK was the largest space station ever built, more than two and a half times the size of the Newton Space Station built twenty years earlier. It looked like a giant bicycle wheel that revolved around it's axis providing artificial gravity for all of those inside. When her shuttle craft docked at the station, Jeanette headed directly to level 7, section 2, area 63 as she was instructed by the mysterious man she was about to meet. When she arrived there, she found that she was the only one in the area. She began to feel a little apprehensive. "This could be some kind of set up", she thought. It has happened before. All of the sections on the space station were not totally safe. Because of the natural curve of the station, Jeanette could not see more than fifty meters in either direction before the corridor would bend up and out of view. She waited for a few more minutes, and then she decided to leave. Just then, she heard footsteps coming from her right. Because of the curvature of the corridor, initially, she could only see his feet. Then his legs and the rest of his body came into view. It was difficult to tell, but he appeared to have on a dark blue outfit. As he came closer, it was clear that he had on an old United States Civil War uniform. "What in the world is this about?", she spoke out loud to herself. As the man approached, she noticed he was smiling. When he was sure that it was she, his smile grew wider, and he began run toward her. As he got closer, she could see that he was very handsome. But his first words to her were even more puzzling than his uniform, "It sure took you long enough Jazlyn, but I'm so happy that you've finally kept your promise!"
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