New experiences

I kept my mouth shut. What else could I do? I promised myself to be very wary of the upcoming tactical operations. Be smart about it, figure out a way to counter moves in which my platoons would be collateral damage.

And collateral damage there was plenty of. Perhaps my five platoons had some casualties, but came out relatively unscathed out of it compared to the other clusters. While the objective was a huge success, the dead would, I was sure, disagree. The anti-thermal blanket was not perfect in other clusters, and whole platoons were almost decimated by the attack helicopters. Fuck the Americans...

The result was that we had to regroup, moving lone survivors into platoons with fewer losses. This time I would not let randomness dictate my recruitment. So those that didn’t choose their new platoons on their own, I interviewed together with Kylie. She seemed to have a good eye for someone’s personality, making sure we wouldn’t give idiots and psychopaths a chance to further fuck up the platoon dynamics.

Was it a coincidence, I don’t know, but Kylie and I recruited two extra women out of three. Smart, athletic and beautiful... Not wanting too many women, as we would need pure strength as well after the loss of Dieter, I had my reservations about them. Call me misogynistic all you want. Kylie insisted however that they were decent people and were good soldiers, capable of shooting guns and using anti-tank weapons. My eye fell on an extra sniper, a young guy, couldn’t have been more than eighteen years old, slim and not too big, with an outburst of acne on his face. It was a pity that I didn’t get exactly what I wanted, but I already missed Dieter, ugly as he was. Perhaps I chose the new guy, just because of the acne, someone that reminded me of Dieter.

So we had three new recruits: Sara and Cindy could be an extra AT-crew and Didier as an extra sniper. I didn’t bother to ask for their reasons to enlist, nor their previous professions. The relevance of that was long gone. I just asked for their previous battle experiences, training and names. Although I did ask Didier about his acne. He said he would always get this much acne on his face whenever he was stressed out. It wasn’t painful, but he didn’t expect it to go away anytime soon, stressful times all around.

“Ain’t that the sorry truth,” I consoled him: “We all have our problems caused by stress, some visible, some not so much.”

“Yes,” added Kylie. “And we all have to learn our peculiar ways of dealing with it.” She said with a straight face, but damned if I didn’t see her winking at me.

The River Naab was a river that more or less went north, with not too many bridges. If the second wave would arrive, it was easy to blow up the bridges and repeat their disaster again. However we couldn’t count on that trap being successful twice. Sooner or later the Russians would bring in pontoons to cross rivers at their own convenience. So we had to guard the entire length of the river, ready to blow up the tanks. We would need to be very vigilant, very well sheltered and invisible.

New recruits came in, better trained in handling new equipment, but still too few in number to guard the entire river. We would have to **** the Russians to delay their progress by denying access at the mouth of the river into the Danube and preferably a decent stretch into the north. Ideally we could **** them to remerge their divisions at Nurnberg, creating a bottleneck for them to proceed. Concentrated bombing could do then a whole lot of damage.

We were still spread too thin in our section, so we had to prepare multiple fortifications along the river. By hand, as we didn’t want to disturb the forest. The terrain was rough, lots of hillsides, lots of trees, ideal for cover and defense, but hard work to get optimal results. Platoons would need to be mobile between different fortifications. Digging, filling sandbags, placing covers, foxholes, latrine pits, modified sniper scraps, lookouts, primary and secondary AT-locations, reserve foxholes... You name it, we dug it, we reinforced it, we cloaked it.

Exhausted as I was, Kylie increased her teasing during day and night, not even bothering to whisper anymore when Kate kept us company. I didn’t know why Kate chose our foxhole above others, but I was glad to have her with me at times. I could keep an eye on her, making sure she was okay. At times I couldn’t help but to think Kylie encouraged her to spend the night in our foxhole. She tried to make her extra comfortable with extra blankets, even a sleeping pad just for her, god knows where she found it. The two were talking quite a bit, more so when I wasn’t around. Often I would come up on the two while they were having hushed conversations, suddenly silent when I came nearby. I had too much to do to give extra notice to it. Girl talk probably, not my place to interfere.

I was starting to like Kylie a lot, but couldn’t act on it, as it would be bad form to do so. Relationships were a no-go in these times. Preferential treatment would follow, bad decisions, and foolish actions during battle could cause a whole lot of trouble for the rest of the platoon. My platoon knew of my reasoning behind it, but if they chose to ignore it or not, there was no way of enforcing it anyways.

It didn’t stop Kylie to huddle closer to me at one night and asking me if I couldn’t do anything about the stress she was feeling lately.

“Now?”

“Yesss.”

“Kate is here too.”

“I couldn’t care less, but look behind you, she is fast asleep.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I could give you extra lessons.”

“Oh...”

She opened her sleeping bag zipper well below her waist, grabbed my arm and nudged me to sit between her legs. She couldn’t spread her legs too much due to the constraints of the sleeping bag, but who was I to refuse or let some discomfort in the way?

She opened her belt, her pants and shoved her pants and pantydown to her ankles, struggled with it briefly, sliding one foot out of a trouser leg.

“There, ready to go.”

There before me she lay, with her back resting against the wall of the hole, not that much different as I had, the night she gave me her blowjob. There was plenty of light, it was full moon after all. Not that it would help much. From my limited experience I had in this field, I knew these things were better done by touch only.

“Now, be gentle, and tease me a bit before aiming for the right spot.”

“Yes, Miss Kylie. But close your eyes, trust me. Be silent, afterwards you can comment. I need to concentrate now.”

She giggled at that, while I slowly moved my head closer to her nether regions. I started to plant a kisses on one of her legs, licking it briefly and then moving towards the other thigh, doing just the same. Slowly I moved upwards along her thighs, first giving one kiss on one leg, then the other. Adding some variation, I started to kiss her one leg a few times, then to the other just once, making her guess where the next one would land, each time surprising her.

She was getting in the mood alright, started to breath shallowly. I began using my index finger trailing the kisses caressing her legs, then shifted, kissed on one leg, caressed the other. Getting dangerously close to her glistening pussy, I delayed, I gave more attention above it, kissing her navel after I shoved her jacket, sweater and shirt upwards. I blew softly at her pubic hair, making her involuntary shiver.

She was making very soft cute noises, as I progressed kissing and blowing her lower and lower. I again skipped her quim, resulting in quiet sounds of protest I ignored, as I started kissing her inner thighs. Expectantly she held her breath when I licked an outer labia, then smoothly switching to the other labia. I variated in my pattern, kissed, licked, then blew making her shiver some more.

Again I paused, but this time she knew what I would do, holding her breath sharply. Then exhaling in satisfaction as I licked her slit from bottom to top. She moaned as I repeated that measured motion using more and more of my tongue, pushing in, spreading the inner labia at times.

She was getting wetter, and the salty tasting moisture mingled with my mine as I gently spread her labia with two fingers and let fall a steady string of my saliva upon her love button. Then leisurely I calmly exhaled, blowing over the wet spot, just before I licked with the tip of my tongue over her engorging clit. She gasped, but gave her no pause as I continued to wriggle my tip of tongue in and around it. I kept the onslaught going, differentiating from clit to outer labia to inner labia. While I was licking, steadily two of my fingers journeyed from her inner thigh to her vagina. She must have felt it, as she was squirming in anticipation. I adjusted the angle of my hand, the palm of my hand upwards, my two fingers entered her ever so gently, going straight for the inner sponge-like tissue, pressing deeply into it. I kept on licking her clitoris, I started to move my slightly bent fingers across the extremely sensitive tissue as I waited for her.

I didn’t have to wait long, she came, squirting small amounts of fluid into my mouth and on my face, outcrying her pleasure. I straightened my posture but before she could do the same, I held her back with my other hand, and **** her to endure some more of my fingering. I slowed down as she kept twitching upon my fingers, before I finally exited my fingers.

She was breathing heavily, slumped over, she calmed down with her eyes still closed.

“You can open your eyes now.” I calmly said.

"That was hot," Kate whispered.