1941

Running along the beach the salty aroma of the sudsy waves breaking the shore assaulted her making her throat dry with each breath. Her legs are like weights in the sand, the harder she ran the slower she became, it was like sinking in her own web of lies and betrayal. The ocean breeze tosses her long thick mane away from her face and tiny grains of sand carried in the wind stung her eyes. She musters the courage to look back and the long strands are now whipping her in the face making it hard to see. He’s gaining on her and she has to escape.

She can’t face him, not now, not again. This time it’s really over.

Feeling the sun on her face she keeps running in the direction of its searing rays, headed for the rocky sloped cave along the side of the shore. As she nears it she hears him panting yelling her name.

“Evangeline…wait…please”
“Just go away, its over!”

It has to be over for them. If it isn’t then he will lose everything. Her husband, his commanding officer, knows about the affair. He said he would kill him. He would definitely die trying, that much she was sure of.

She should have never given into her desire for him. It was wrong. My god it was illegal in most states! But she was so lonely, so empty inside from her loveless marriage. Then he came along, with his smoky voice and sexy blue eyes. She’d never met anyone like him. And when he first touched her things desires awakened under her skin, making her his addict from that moment until then.

Being a military wife was lonely. Here she is living in a tropical paradise. Hawaii of all places and it’s the most lonely place in the world for her. Stumbling in her haste she looses control of her sinking feet and falls to the sand, landing on her knees, overwhelmed by the hopelessness of their forbidden love.

Rising she continues to run, but now she’s much slower and her legs are cramping. Panting, wiping her sandy hands on her sundress she feels him snatch her arm, and she moans in frustration, turning to swing at him wildly.

“Listen to me. I don’t care what the risk is, I love you and I won’t give you up, not without a fight.”

“Please John, we can’t do this. Think about it for Christ sake, it’s time it ends! I’m married. He’s your commanding officer.”

His desperation is equal to hers and he grabs her by both arms forcing her to look at him. She lifts her eyes to his finding them this morning the color of the blue sky behind him. His hair now blowing wildly too, she can see the love he has for her and it breaks what’s left of her heart.

“I met you and my world changed. I’ve never loved anyone as completely as I love you. I can’t let you go.” He said pleadingly, desperate for her to not abandon the only thing that felt right in either of their worlds.

“John he knows. He threatened you, he’ll get himself killed with his jealousy over what we did. And you will get discharged or worse. If a black officer attacks a white officer you know what kind of racial tensions will explode. There’s a war going on. I’m afraid.”

“Don’t let him or any of them get in your head like that. I know what we face, but it changes nothing compared to what we feel. Fight back, trust me to get us through this, trust me to find a way!”

Dropping her head as the hope for a future resonates in his voice touches her heart, she shakes her head no. Desperate to get out of the impossible situation.

“This isn’t going to work, it’ll never work.” She said lifting her head and giving him a sad smile.
He showed up at her door this morning first thing. As soon as her husband left he was coming around the back of the bungalow. She pleaded with him to go and when he wouldn’t listen to her pleas she fled, truth be told when she was with him she was strong. She actually could believe in a life that society stipulated should never happen. But away from him, for even a moment, she grew weak again and her heart couldn’t handle the emotional rollercoaster, his love brought into her life. She loved her husband before this, part of her still did. Yet what she felt of Officer John McBain was so consuming, she was powerless to resist it. And that terrified her.

She was scared for them both.
It was 1941, her husband was the first African American Commander in the US Navy and his second in command, a white man, was her lover. So many lives would be affected by this affair. So much was at stake.

“John please…”

Pulling her closer to him she feels his hand slide down her back in that familiar way that lets her know his intentions.

“Don’t push me away, don’t deny what your heart knows is true, let me love you.” He whispered before initiating a slow meaningful kiss that drained her lungs of the breath she held. Easing his hand up the middle of her back he grabs her long tresses and pulls gently forcing her to tilt her head back, before taking his kisses to the inside of her neck. She sighs as single tears slowly slide out of the corner of her eyes and travels backward into her raven hair, as she feels the sun warming her face.

The first time she touched his hand flashes before her eyes. He brushed hers innocently when she was fixing him coffee at her bungalow with her husband in the other room. The electricity of that simple touch was nothing compared to what his lips felt like in this moment.

“I love you above all else, believe in me Evangeline, believe in us….don’t push me away”

She feels his hand sliding down her back and then gripping her behind pushing her into him. She can’t fight him. She won’t not now that he has her locked in this embrace. Raising her head she meets greets his with a kiss that causes them both to fall backward on the sand. He’s in his uniform and she claws at his shirt trying to free him from it.

This part of the beach is private and the rocky slope behind them concealed them from pedestrian view. He rolled over in the sand onto his back pulling her on top. She straddled him feeling the water lap at her knees realizing that they are close to the morning tide rolling in.

Neither of them cared.

She worked her way out of her sundress pulling it over her head. Since he arrived so early she didn’t have a bra on and sat on top of him in her panties smiling, her face still wet with tears. Tossing the sundress she threw it away from the water. John rose to a sitting position, snatching at the buttons at the front of his shirt he pulled it off with her help.

Taking her hand to his stomach she pulled at his t-shirt helping it over his head. Tracing her hand along his chiseled rib cage she looked at him sexily and smiled. When they were like this nothing stopped them. Not the sea roaring in front of them, or the world full of rules and restrictions looming threateningly behind them. Neither deterred or extinguished the undeniable love they shared.

Rising slightly she allowed him to kick off his wet pants as she removed her underwear brazenly. Tossing them aside they both lay naked and exposed under the Hawaiian sun. A World War was going on and at any minute he could be ripped from her forever. She had to have him now. She wanted to have him from here to eternity.

He reached for her and pulled her face down to his. Tasting her again was he was reminded of how she was his aphrodisiac. She smelled of lilac with a mixture of her apricot shampoo, and the salty aroma blowing off the ocean made the exotic sun kissed caramel colored beauty hovering over him intoxicating.

Grinding her hips on his lap she felt his manhood respond and smiled while she kissed him. The sun now burning onto her back and the wind massaging her she shivered as she lifted her hips to take him in. Lowering her self slowly she felt him ease inside of her and closed her eyes to the mixture of pleasure and pressure she was experiencing. He raised his hands grabbing her breast tenderly and massaging them as she placed her hands flat on his chest.

Titling her head back and moving up and down she opened her eyes to see a P-38 fighter plane fly overhead. They weren’t low enough to know who they were, but they flew low enough to know what they were doing and she didn’t care. Feeling his hands now on her hips guiding her she wiggled her toes in the sand on either side of him in pleasure. When she felt she was ready to explode he rolled her over.

Now they were in the water. And the waves that broke over the shore lapped across his back. bubbling upward toward her making her hair wet and clinging with sand. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his back moaning at the way he was commanding her body. He was raised up on his elbow looking into her face as he drove himself deeper and deeper and she fought to hang on so she could climax with him. His free hand roamed her wet sandy body sliding back to her chest to squeeze her nipple. Arching his back while inside her he lifted her breast to his mouth and devoured it never breaking his rhythm.

Lowering his face into her now wet hair she heard him in between the rushing sound of the water whisper in a voice hoarse with desire. “I love you, I don’t care what it cost me, he can’t make me give you up.”

“I love you too John” she said softly and then let out a loud moan under the circular motions he now applied from beneath her forcing her hips to respond in the same way. Hearing him grunt in her ear she knew he was ready to cum and she felt his muscled butt cheeks clinch under her calves that locked him into her embrace. When he finally exploded into her under the waves she smiled. She didn’t care what her husband did to her. She didn’t care that their love was taboo. She wouldn’t let go.

It was 1941 and their love was forbidden. Yet what they felt was bigger than them. It was bigger than race or class. It was bigger than the Navy or World War II. Neither one of them could deny that now. And they both would risk it all to preserve it.