Red Snow. Sean Ryan Stuart

go? Any problems?” Jeremy asked.

      “Don’t be such a little petain (fart/pain) in the derriere (ass); Tante Loretta will take care good care of “Le General.”

      “Make yourself useful, and carry the luggage upstairs, cheri,” she said.

      “Excuse me, “Ma Capitaine,” don’t forget I am a general, and generals don’t carry their own luggage, captain.” He chuckled.

      “Now lookee here, CPT Grant, don’t let this general thing go to your head. Allez-vite (Hurry up), pick-up the bags and move,” she said in a semiconscious-scolding manner.

      Jeremy exited the Mustang and grabbed the luggage, his mind racing with visions of passion, naked embraces and sexual misconduct.

      However, the closer they came to the building the quieter they grew, Their silence seeming to be the only bond between them with each step imitating the honor guards at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Like mechanical puppets going through the motions, their actions were so forced that it was almost comical. Jeremy felt alone and very insecure. He was amazed at his actions, but only hoped that time would quell his fears.

      The suite was located on the third floor, and the climb seemed to take forever. Suite 323 had a living room, a bath and a spacious bedroom furnished in the newest thrift-store fashion. The rooms were recently painted, and were remarkably clean. A large color television sat atop one of the chest of drawers. The large rectangular coffee table was garishly decorated with a flowered table cloth. A large fruit basket, adorned with various tropical fruits, sat in the middle of the table. Two bottles of chilled champagne sat in an ice bucket, waiting to be consumed. A small and lazy Navy gray fan slowly rotated back and forth, its’ motion reminiscent of a tired beast slowly shaking his head to and fro. A small white refrigerator purred in the far-right corner. Jeremy walked over and looked inside. An ample supply of Red Horse Filipino beer was lined up on the top shelf. Loretta sneaked up behind him and kissed him on the neck. Jeremy suddenly snapped back into reality, and turned around.

      “Wuh, that was nice, let’s do it again,” Jeremy said, feeling more confident and rambunctious.

      He slowly looked down into her beautiful eyes and realized that she was crying, her tears, like drops of crystal, gradually streaking her face. Loretta’s head was bowed and her body was rigid.

      “What’s wrong, darling?” Jeremy whispered.

      “Can I help you, sweetness? What has brought the sudden change?” Jeremy inquired, his self-confidence slowly leaving him.

      “I am afraid that I am a fraud, cheri. I have deceived you into believing I am some sort of sex fiend. I am only putting on a show to give myself strength, and get through this night. Please forgive me, darling,” she slowly whispered.

      “Now, lookee here, little Miss Cajun Queen, you don’t really think that I bought all of that heavy-handed romancing, did you?” Jeremy shot back.

      “Of course not, I just went along with the program in the hope of perhaps finding the real you. Your sweet Southern-Belle charm did not fool me at all,” he said.

      “Well, I guess I was only fooling myself into believing that perhaps I could find love again, or at least a little romance,” she said, her chest heaving sobbing uncontrollably.

      “Come here, darling, if there is one thing that I can’t stand, is a woman in tears.” Jeremy walked over, took her in his arms, and slowly looked down her tear-streaked face. She carefully raised her still quivering lips to his face; they slowly and sensually kissed each other, their kisses merging passionately, becoming stronger and stronger, until his desires were so strong that he could no longer control himself. His right hand sneakily crawled along her shoulder like a snake awaiting its prey. His fingers finally found the small metal zipper of her low-cut dress and struggled to unzip it. Her dress almost exploded off her still trembling shoulders. Jeremy had never seen a more sensuous or desirable woman in his life. The dress had drifted to the floor, and lay crumpled at her feet. Standing before him was a goddess of beauty and desire. Her slinky, sexy, black low-cut brassiere was barely able to restrain her large and quaking bosom.

      Jeremy was awestruck by such feminine perfection and beauty. He felt as if his entire body was being set afire and he could no longer wait to quench his flame. Yet, Loretta stood transfixed and apparently petrified with fear.

      “Darling, I sense fear and indecision on your part. What can I do to help? Come over here and hug me, please?” he said to her.

      Loretta, her eyes still downcast, walked over to Jeremy and said, “Cheri, darling, sweetheart, please give me time. I, I, I have to get over my feelings of betrayal and cheating that I still feel. I once loved a man very much, and the damn war took him away from me. I just don’t think I could go through that again,” she whimpered.

      “Hey, I understand, honey, I want you to know that I am here for you, however you want me. I, too, need to rekindle my heart. I thought I would never find love again. That damn jungle took every ounce of strength, stamina and courage just to keep alive. I haven’t thought about love or sex until I met you.” I don’t want you to worry about anything, anymore. We can do this anyway you want it. I am willing to devote as much time and effort as you need, sweetheart.”

      Loretta reached over and slowly began caressing his chest in sensuous semicircles.

      “All I want now, cheri, is love, love, amour. Please love me now, and we will sort out the details later,” she said grinning at him. With her free hand she unbuttoned her bra.

      Jeremy whispered, “Ooh la-la,” as a pair of perfectly matched, extremely large breasts quickly found relief from the unjust confines of her brassiere. The 42/DDs seemed to gently sag downward, as if looking for a new home; then suddenly finding renewed strength and springing upward with newfound resiliency, her nipples erect and proud like large canons on a battleship. Jeremy plunged his head into her chest and began caressing her cannons with his mouth, lips, face. He could not get enough of her. His massages and caresses began to elicit a response from her. Her body began to gyrate and rotate in an ever larger and larger circle, her moans and quivers increasing in intensity.

      Jeremy realized that this wonderful Cajun woman needed as much tenderness and passion as he could muster. Every inch of his body was already prepared for the climactic attack and penetration; yet his mind and heart begged him to wait for her. Grant pensively reflected on the amount of concentration he needed to survive Vietnam; he then applied the same amount of determination to his lovemaking. To his great surprise, he was able to conquer and tame his desires. It was very important for him to satisfy her first.

      Jeremy had never known such intense passion and pleasure. Their lovemaking had reached new plateaus of pleasure and gratification for him. Her intense physical demands had, in fact, utterly exhausted him. He could not remember being more tired, or satisfied in his life. Her long, and almost scandalous screams, had convinced him that she had finally broken the chain that bound her to Beau. Later in the night, their lovemaking had taken on a new art form. Both Jeremy and Loretta were willing sexual slaves and victims, their intensity levels reduced by sheer exhaustion to a more romantic and caring relationship. Finally, as the fog horns wailed their final mournful wails, complete exhaustion overcame both of them and they collapsed into a deep and peaceful sleep.

      Sometime around eleven-thirty in the morning, a chambermaid gently rapped on the door.

      “Excuse me, general, room service, can I come in?” Said the young Filipino maid.

      Jeremy dreamily opened his eyes, and looked around the room. At first, he did not know where he was; it took him a few seconds to focus his gaze. A slow panoramic survey of his quarters revealed that he was completely naked and lying on top of the covers.

      “No, miss, come back later, please,” he yelled out at her, still trying to gather his thoughts.

      He slowly began to focus on the vision of loveliness walking toward him. He marveled at Loretta, her sexy, naked hips gently swaying back and forth. Her incredible breasts slowly rocked up and down; a small shy smile on her face, as she approached him.