WILDFLOWER part one

The spring day of 1942 in the backwoods of Fayette county Indiana...would grow a wildflower than only one young man would ever see.

Wes Heinvan came over the hill to see a 1939 Ford sedan pulled off in the weeds of the old gravel Mill road. As he came closer, he could see clearly that a female was inside. He could also hear the groaning of the starter.

The morning sun was just above the trees as Polly Harven shaded her eyes with her hand...trying to make out the silhouette of Wes coming down the hill.

Wes walked up to the car, saying,"Howdy Miss...having a little car trouble?" Polly turned the key while ignoring him. The engine spun three times and went dead. Polly slammed her hands on the steering wheel and screamed,"I hate this damned car!"

Wes grinned and said,"Hello again...would you like me to look under the hood....maybe I can help?"

Polly wrinkled her nose up and snarled at him,"Go right ahead Soldier...fix it!" Wes dropped his duffel bag from his shoulder and stepped to the front of the car. He raised the hood and quickly saw the problem. He looked around the hood at Polly....grimacing in the car and said,"Your generator is smoking...you aint going anywhere in this thing."

Wes slammed the hood down as Polly got out of the car. She stepped quickly to him and asked,"I need to get to a phone...I have a very important appointment with people in Batesville of whom I am writing a story about."

Wes smiled at her...so serious and very pretty face, saying,"The only telephone around here is five miles cross country." He crossed his arms and asked,"Why are you on this road....it goes in a circle...you just passed where it ends about a mile back?"

Polly stiffened up and huffed out,"I am on this road because a farmer told me to take this road...it is a shortcut to Batesville."

Wes looked at her black hat...pinned on her perfect rolled up auburn hair. Beautiful blue eyes...cute little nose and red lipstick covered...full lips.

Her black jacket with gray pin stripes hugged her curves and fit as tight as her gray wool skirt.

Polly noticed him staring...took two steps back and said,"I am well trained in Judo." Wes laughed and said,"I'm an Army Ranger but that has nothing to do with our situation."

Wes picked up his duffel bag and began walking away while saying,"You can follow me to Batesville or you can stay here and hope somebody comes along...not likely though...it's Sunday...nobody goes anywhere round here."

Polly looked around at nothing but hills and woods. She gritted her teeth...got her suitcase and purse from the back seat of the car and began to follow Wes.

He was about 50 yards in front of her when she shouted,"A gentleman would wait on a lady!" Wes stopped...turned and grinned, shouting back,"A real lady could catch up...even with an Army Ranger." Wes continued walking.

Polly heard what he said and became steaming mad! She began to stomp through the high grass and managed to get both of her high heels stuck in the ground. She angrily yanked them out and stuffed them in her purse.

She screamed,"You could at least slow down a little!" Wes, without looking back....shouted,"And you could speed up!"

Polly's face turned red from anger. She picked up her pace to a jog. She was hopping through the weeds and grumbling out every bad thought she had ever had about men.

She was finally within a few feet of Wes. She was panting, saying,"How far did you say it was?" Wes stopped....looked at her skirt covered in weed burrs and said,"You reming me of my old dog...he use to get those things all over his belly."

Polly looked down at her skirt and back up at Wes...saying,"How....damned...far...is...it!" Wes put his duffel bag over to his left shoulder and said,"Truce...we have about five miles to walk....we'll stop at Carver Springs to rest a bit and get water."

Polly huffed,"Fine...that's all I wanted to know." Their walk was silent for the first mile or so. Wes broke the silence by asking,"What is so important in Batesville?"

Polly, quickly and coldly said,"I am going there to meet with a German family who has been harrassed since the war began....I am interviewing them and shooting pictures for my college paper."

Wes laughed out,"And I am going to Germany to shoot Germans!" Polly stopped...gave him an angered stare and said,"I don't think killing is humerous at all...I know we have to stop the Nazis but killing is not funny...sir!"

Wes looked at her and said,"Sir?" He then said,"I'm not old enough to be called that and you're not young enough to call me that."

Polly asked,"Well how old are you?" Wes said,"Nineteen...almost twenty. Polly grinned and said,"You might be right....I am twenty...almost twenty one."

Wes grinned back and said,"You're a lot prettier when you smile." Polly rolled her eyes and said,"Let's just keep going...I really don't want to talk about killing."

Their conversations started in bits and pieces but they got to know each other a little as they crossed through the hedge rows and fields. Wes would point out places that he hunted and roamed as a boy. Polly told him about how she was an aspiring writer and things about the city of Columbus, Ohio where she lived.

It was around noon when they made it to Carver Springs. It was a beautiful spring fed pool in the middle of a meadow. Wes tossed his duffel bag down by the side of the pool and invited Polly to sit on it.

An old tin ladel was hanging on a post that was held up by a pile of stones. The breeze make it clink against the post. Wes took the ladel...dipped it in the pool and handed it to Polly. She sipped the water at first and said,"This is wonderful" then drank it down."

Wes stood up...flipped his hat off and began unbottoning his shirt. Polly gasped and shouted,"What are you doing?" Wes grinned and said,"It's hot and I'm going skinny dipping."

Wes took his t-shirt off...then shoes, socks and trousers. Polly covered her face with her hands as his thumbs went in the band of his underwear. Wes chuckled as he dropped his undies down and said,"It's just skinny dipping...I've done this a thousand times here."

Polly moaned,"You mean I just drank water that you have been naked in?" She separated her fingers just enough to see him. She focused on his washboard stomach and then on his private parts. She had never seen a man naked before.

Wes jumped in and splashed water on Polly. He laughed and said,"This feels great...come on in!" Polly uncovered her face and said,"No...absolutely not!" Wes called her a chicken and made chicken sounds..."Bach...bach..bach...Polly is a chicken."

Polly shouted,"I am not!" She stood up and unpinned her hat. Wes looked at her and grinned until she demanded that he be a gentleman and turn away from her." He did and she pulled off her jacket.

She took off her pale blue blouse, unzipped her skirt at the side and let it fall. She reluctantly took her bra off and turned away from the pool as she dropped her white bloomers to her ankles.

Polly turned slowly to see Wes peeking over his shoulder. She took a deep breath and jumped in the water. She was surprised to feel that the water was only four feet deep....Wes was obviously on his knees.

At first is was silent...then Polly let out a few giggles as Wes did silly flips in the water and splashed her face. Wes stood up and the line of the water was half way across his privates.

He was rubbing the water from his eyes as Polly appraoched him for a better look. She could see his member floating. She reached and touched it and Wes jumped back. He shouted,"What the hell did you do!"

Polly nevously said,"I've never seen one....I wanted to see what it felt like to touch it." Wes grumbled,"Then you should ask." Polly smiled and said,"Then I'm asking."

Wes gave her a strange look and waded slowly towards her. He came within two feet of her when she reached and grabbed his member. She began to examine it with both hands and it began growing.

Wes moaned,"Oh...that feels nice." Polly smiled and said,"I've read about sex...a girlfriend of mine told me that it spits." Wes was fully erect and Polly was gently handling it and looking surprised at the viens and was amazed how much it grew.

Wes moaned,"Yes it will spit if you keep holding it." He looked down and could see her breasts just above the water. The sight of her pinkish red nipples made him want her more.

Polly giggled as Wes said,"I want to see yours now." Polly smiled and said,"Kneel down...I'll stand up." Wes kneeled in the water and Polly stood up. Wes looked up and saw her perked breasts and nipples. He reached slowly to touch them and found the nipples could also become erect.

He then put his hand on her soft auburn mound and felt the warm lips. He slid his middle finger down and up the crevice...feeling a little stiff piece of flesh at the top.

Polly grabbed his head of burred black hair and pulled him up to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him. Wes clutched her perfect behind in his hands and Polly roamed his body with her hands.

All of the sudden, Polly broke loose and jumped out of the water. She giggled and said,"I bet you can't catch me." She ran naked into the meadow of dandilions...millions of dandilions!

Wes instantly followed her while laughing out,"Yes I can!" In less that thirty yards...Wes caught her and wrestled her to the ground. Polly reached down and began to fondle his still...partially stiff member. They kissed gently as Wes pinched her nipples, gently.

Wes decided to try something he had heard from a married Army buddy. He kissed down her neck, breasts and stomach to her mound. Polly started to ask him what he was doing until she felt his tongue on her flesh.

Wes licked each side and then between the crevice. He noticed that polly raised up when he licked the little stiff piece of flesh at the top. He concentrated on that spot and Polly began moaning with pleasure.

Polly took his head in her hands and pulled him up to her. She grabbed his member and guided it to the entrance. Wes slowly pushed in as they both moaned. Polly whimpered a little at first but soon began to hump up to Wes. She locked her legs around him as he began driving hard into her!

She could feel his flesh spreading her moist flesh with each stroke. Wes stiffened his arms as if doing push ups and began to hump wildly! Polly could feel the flutters begin...the sweet flutters and then she started to tremble with every muscle in her bottom half twitching! She released a warm gush along with a scream of pleasure that made the birds in the bushes fly away. She raised her hands over her head...clutched dandilions in her hands and quaked with delicioous squeals.

Wes cried out a shrill of a moan as the first pump came....he ground himself into her mound as the pumps released the hot squirts...deep into Polly. He could feel her aftershocks and her tighten up on him as his member began losing it's swelling.

Wes collapsed to her side and they laid silent for nearly a half an hour. Wes was the first to speak,"Will you marry me?"