Weekend leave

1968 and out near Lake Okareka, Rotorua,
on weekend leave from OCS* hell bent getting
drunk and having sex with two girls we
persuaded away from the party at Jack’s.

My girl had my jeans down as soon as we
parked. She whispered while her tongue
lunged in my ear I should be still while she
discovered all of me and I’d best go easy

or she’d tell cousin Jack. She was a trampoline
champion I learned an acrobat whom I got to see
twirling and tumbling free of gravity flying with moths
under lights in the outdoor gym but not tonight.

Pleasing her in the rear of a Morris mini without room
to swing a cat was a feat beyond officer cadet
training and breathing space outside where it was
raining wasn’t an option either so I lay back

registered a kind of relaxed sigh while she worked
her missionary magic. When a yelp from the front seat
suggested all was not well we drove back to the
officer cadet’s party. There – reluctantly she

covered her breasts removed my hands from
her dishevelled pants dried my intrigued
fingers licking them one by one and kissed me
with an intensity that lasted 18 months.

She said she’d probably never see me again
but hoped she would. And added please that
I shouldn’t go and get myself needlessly killed.
© I.D. Carswell

*Officer Cadet School