Message-ID: <6545eli$9803022203@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
From: kristen78@aol.com (Kristen78)
Subject: AIRFORCE -=*=- PART ONE (mf, first)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-Id: <19980301222900.RAA20249@ladder02.news.aol.com>
Archive name: airforce.txt (mf, first)
Authors name: Kristen 'Kathy' Becker
Story Title : "Air Force"
January 1998
=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=-=*=
Story by Kristen78@aol.com
Thanks to David Lawrence for his 'ahim' expertise....
A I R F O R C E
-----------------
Kriste looked over at Darleen's empty bed, and wondered
what her roommate was doing; if she was having sex with
the group captain again. If Darlene had been in their
room as she was supposed to be, the attack she had just
been subjected to probably would never have happened.
Her thoughts were bitter, as she rocked back and forth
still sobbing, unable to control the feelings of lone-
liness that washed over her. She could still feel the
pain and humiliation so recently caused by the hands
that had invaded her body.
Slowly her sobs quieted, and a determined look trans-
formed her pretty face. Her thoughts turned to home,
to friends at school, a longing for friends and family
swept through her. She looked over at her roommates
empty bed again and thought, 'no I'd rather die than
take the easy way out like Darleen has, I just have to
take it.'
She understood why her roommate had taken the captain
as a lover. It had stopped the other men on base from
hitting on her, like the continued advances that she
still had to thwart. She thought bitterly, 'all I want
is to become a combat pilot, not to date the whole damn
squadron! Why couldn't they give me a little respect?
What's wrong with me, why don't they like me?'
What had occurred only moments ago, was retaliation for
her continual rejection of her male classmates advances
toward her. At first she had tried to explain why she
thought it wasn't a good idea to become romantically
involved with anyone. Then when that didn't seem to
work, she became more abrupt any of the medical
services for her entire term. She wasn't all that happy
about doing so now, but she had to talk to someone
other than Darleen about her fears and anxieties.
Lt. Beal turned to be an old war horse with over 25
years in the Air Force. Kriste was disappointed to find
that she would get no sympathy there. Lt. Beal's
solution was simple; "Girl, you sound to me like you're
just a little up tight. When I was you're age, I'd have
paid to get a bunch of handsome cadets to feel me up. I
suggest that you consider giving some lucky young man a
little gift of that up tight virginity of yours. You
just need a some good sex, and you'll be right as
rain."
As Kriste walked to Logistics class, the phrase "give
some man a gift of that up tight virginity of yours,"
kept running through her head. At nineteen Kriste,
hadn't had any kind of sex with another person. Could
'she' be the problem. Was 'she' the one who was
strange, could she have brought on the events of the
other night because she was so up tight about sex? The
problem prayed on Kriste's mind all day. She had re-
mained a virgin because she didn't want anything to get
in her way, she knew what she'd wanted, and boys just
weren't important enough to jeopardize her dream.
She couldn't believe it, here she was at the threshold
of realizing everything she had worked for, and it was
turning out to be a disappointment. None of her class-
mates liked her, she was unable to make friends, maybe
she had her priorities wrong after all. . . .
At dinner that evening as Kriste sat alone eating,
still with an distracted look on her pretty face, a
young cadet sat down beside her. "Mind if I sit here
sweety?"
Normally Kriste would have said something like, "Hey,
don't call me sweety, I have a name!" But that evening
she just looked at him and gave him a wan smile.
She noted that the man was John Davenport, the guy with
the rich family from Boston. Kriste had never really
liked him, he was a loud-mouth as far as she was con-
cerned. And ever since they'd started actual flight
training, she had done much better than him, and he'd
been less than gracious about it.
On an impulse, Kriste said, "Would you like to go out
with me tonight?"
Johnny for once, didn't have a smart comeback. He sat
there with his mouth open and stared at her for an
awkward moment, then smiled and said, "Sure honey I'd
like that just fine. What made you change your mind
about dates?"
Kriste took a deep breath, leveled a stare at the young
man and said in a determined voice, "I've decided to
have sex with a man, and I've pick you; so how about
it?" She almost fainted she was so nervous. Making the
decision to have sex with one of her classmates had
taken all her courage. She had ignored sex all her
life, now here she was trying to get a man to make love
to her. She could almost hear her heart pounding in her
chest as she waited for him to answer her.
For the second time in rich Johnny Davenport's life he
was left speechless. All he could do for a moment was
stutter, ". . .s. . .se. . .sex. . . with me? I don't
get it?"
Kriste stood up with dinner tray in hand, and said in a
voice that she hoped sounded sexy, "You'll 'get it'
tonight, I promise you. But do me a favor and keep this
a secret will you?"
She stood staring at the young man until as if breaking
a trance, he jumped to life and said, "Ah. . . sure
sweety, I promise. . . our little secret. . ." Kriste
stood a moment longer then turned to go, saying over
her shoulder, "I'll meet you in town at the Blue Bird,
why don't you get a room for us."
-=*=-
Kriste hurried back to her dorm room with a vicious
case of butterflies beating around in her stomach. As
she entered their room she saw Darleen dressing for her
date that night. "So, Darleen, you gonna meet Ronald in
town tonight?" Her roommate was pulling on one of her
short skirts that barely covered her bottom. Kriste
wondered how she could sit without showing everything,
but then thought to herself, 'well that's probably the
idea.' Bringing her mind back to the question she
needed to ask, Kriste said, "Could you drop me off in
town on your way?"
Darleen shot her one of her 'Darleen' looks and said,
"What, at the library?" She was being sarcastic again,
but Kriste didn't mind, she was so nervous and
confused, that she actually said, "No I'm meeting
Johnny at the Blue Bird, and I just need a ride is
all."
Darleen stopped what she was doing and turned to look
at her roommate. "You're what? You and Johnny? Oh man,
now I've heard everything. Why'd you pick a jerk like
that?"
Kriste looked hurt for a moment, then trying to sound
confident she said, "I just need to lose my cherry, I
don't intend to marry the man. I think he'll do."
Her roommate must have found something funny about that
because she just laughed and said she'd be happy to
drop her off at the motel.
-=*=-
It was after 8 by the time Darleen dropped Kriste off
in the motel parking lot. At the last moment, Darleen
felt concern for her, and asked, "Do you want to ask me
anything? You want me to come back in an hour to see if
you need a ride back to base?"
Kriste had already steeled herself for the coming
event. She just wanted to get it over with, and her
friends questions were distracting, the words demanded
that she think, and she didn't want to think right
then, so she just said, "No thanks Dar, I'm OK, but
thanks." She squeezed her roommate's hand as she exited
the car.
Darleen watched the Levi clad woman walk toward the
motel office. She thought to herself, that 'that
bastard Johnny better appreciate what he's getting to-
night.' But then she knew that he probably wouldn't.
-=*=-
After inquiring at the front desk, and getting a leer-
ing once-over by the clerk, Kriste headed for Johnny's
room. She was determined to go through with it. Just
like everything in her young life, once she had made up
her mind, she went through with her plans. . .to the
end.
As Kriste knocked on the door she felt her heart pound-
ing in her chest, and could feel her pulse thumping in
her throat. As the door opened, she looked into the
room and saw a messy bed with the covers thrown on the
floor, and the TV blaring. Johnny was standing in front
of her in his underwear and nothing else.
Kriste knew that he was trying to shock her, to make
her nervous, so as nonchalantly as possible she said,
"Embarrassed about size, is that why you're keeping
your undies on?" She smiled at his blank look, then
shoved past him to the bathroom. Hearing the door close
in the other room, Kriste leaned with both hands on the
small bathroom sink, looked at her reflection in the
mirror, and for a brief moment wondered what she was
doing. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw
Johnny, now minus his underwear standing in the
doorway.
She didn't move, she just keep looking at her reflec-
tion, then slowly moved her eyes to the reflection of
the man behind her. Although she had never seen an
erect penis before, she knew what was between a man's
legs, but she was still surprised at the actual sight
of it. He was fully hard and pointing out and up. A
moment of fear flashed through her 'that he was too big
to actually fit inside her.' She hadn't realized that
they got that big. Slowly Kriste turned putting on a
brave face she said, "Well lets get it done OK?"
The young man looked at Kriste, admiring her, thinking
how pretty she was, her straight blonde hair framing a
pretty tan face. Her wide set blue eyes and full lips
had always attracted his attention. And now he was
going to fuck this babe; the thought sent a sexual
thrill thought his body.
They stood in silence facing each other, Kriste's eyes
locked on Johnny's pulsing erection. After a minute or
so he started to become a little self-conscious and
finally said, "Hey sweety, we can't do it with your
clothes on, now can we?"
She was startled for a moment then quickly began to
strip her clothes off. She looked like someone who was
about to go skinny dipping in freezing water, and just
wanted to get the initial shock of diving into the cold
water over with.
Johnny didn't care that she looked nervous, he just
wanted to plunder her body. He still couldn't under-
stand why she'd put the moves on him. He'd tried so
many times he'd finally given up. That's why he'd
instigated the little nocturnal call on her room the
other night. And. . . ummm. . . her tight little pussy
had felt so good, that had been a little piece of
heaven. He still remembered the feel of her pussy lips
around his fingers, and the smell of her. He'd fallen
asleep in his bunk with his fingers in his mouth. And
speaking of heaven he thought; 'man look at that tight
body, this is gonna be just too fine.'
Kriste had undone her pants first and stepped out of
them. As she was pulling her T-shirt over her head,
Johnny decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He
grabbed the surprised girl around the waist and shoved
her onto the bed. Her arms were still above her head,
with the T-shirt obstructing her view, so she cried out
for him to wait. But Johnny didn't care: he just wanted
to fuck her, and he was ready.
As Kriste struggled with her T-shirt, Johnny climbed
between the young woman's thrashing legs and pushed his
swollen cock into her exposed sex. He pulled out then
pushed back in, fast this time, fast and hard. He felt
the impact of her maidenhead and then it gave way all
at once and he plunged in as deep as he could. His head
spun, the sensations that assailed him were momentarily
over-powering. She was so tight! It felt like a living
glove surrounding his straining cock. He could feel
every beat of her heart pulsing through the warm walls
of her cunt, throbbing around his cock; like nothing
he'd ever experienced before. He was loving it.
Kriste stopped struggling with the tangled T-shirt as
she felt Johnny begin to enter her. Through the fabric
of her shirt she could hear him on top of her grunting
in his effort to gain entrance. Then she felt herself
being stretched. . .more, and more, until it started to
hurt, and still he pushed her open.
Lying there hands above her head, legs dangling over
the edge of the bed, a man hunched over her, thrusting
into her exposed sex, Kriste didn't know how to react.
She hadn't known what to expect, but she had never
imagined anything like this. Then she cried out through
gritted teeth as he pushed home all the way into her.
The pain was intense, but her cry didn't bother Johnny;
having reached his goal he just started pumping away
happily, bouncing the young woman's body underneath his
own.
Kriste's young body soon recovered from the initial
shock, her strong well shaped legs flexed with each
thrust of the horny man on top of her. But it was
uncomfortable for her, the position was an awkward one.
But Johnny didn't care, he was enjoying the feel of
Kriste's pussy wrapped around his pumping shaft. He was
enjoying it so much in fact, that shortly he began to
grunt with each thrust, until his body went rigid,
trembling on top of Kriste's as he pushed hard and deep
into her and emptied himself into her womb. The only
sound in the room was his gasps for breath as he
slumped on top of the young woman.
After a few moments Johnny pulled out of her and stood
up with a big sigh, and said, "Now that was fun, we'll
have to do that again next week. Or maybe tomorrow
night would be even better." He was laughing to himself
as he wiped his shrinking manhood with a towel, and
began to dress.
Kriste lay still for a moment after Johnny had pulled
himself out of her. T-shirt still wrapped around her
face and arms. She wasn't quite sure what had just
happened. She had lost her virginity, hadn't she? The
slight pain between her legs confirmed it, his cooling
sweat on her chest and stomach confirmed it, didn't it?
Slowly she sat up on the bed, pulling her shirt back
down to cover her breasts. She watched as Johnny wiped
himself and talked about their next time.
To describe the feeling of that unreal moment, all
Kriste could think of was it had been, well. . disap-
pointing. She was kind of numb; everything had happened
so fast, and she'd received no pleasure from it. She
remembered her girlfriends talking so lovingly about
their men, how good they made them feel. Kriste just
sat there with nothing on but her T-shirt and socks,
watching her first and only sex partner getting dressed
to leave.
As Johnny buttoned his shirt, and was ready to depart,
he turned to Kriste and said with a happy smile on his
face, "You can stay in the room as long as you want, I
paid for the whole night. And baby, I just want'a thank
you for a great fuck, I really enjoyed it. Maybe we'll
do it again tomorrow night huh?" With that he pulled
the door open and was gone.
Kriste looked at the closed door blankly, totally
devoid of any feeling, except the uncomfortable trickle
of his sperm flowing from her used sex.
Not quite sure what to do, the young woman continued to
sit where she'd been thrown only a few minutes before.
The thought started to form in her mind, 'Is this all
there is to it?' She couldn't quite believe that that
was all, but then she'd just had sex with a man, and
here she was sitting on a bed in a cheap motel, leaking
on the sheets.
A knock at the door startled Kriste out of her reverie.
Almost as if in a dream she got up from the bed,
wondering why Johnny had come back, and what he wanted
now. She opened the door and was even more startled to
see David, one of her cadet classmates.
Continued in part two
-=*=-
"You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only that, from
a certain point of view."
--
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |