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 PART ONE of "Air Force" (mf, first)
 by Kristen Kathleen Becker
 January 1998

 Kriste was jarred awake, fear surging through her
 strong young body as she felt the invading hands
 groping, pulling and pinching at her skin. Her mind
 spun in a haze of shock and disbelief as she realized
 what was happening to her. She couldn't believe that
 her classmates would actually do this to her. "The
 dreaded hazing of the unpopular." She knew that if
 she screamed and brought the night watch, she would
 never be able to live it down with her fellow class-
 mates. This was her punishment!

 She could hear the urgent whispers of the men sur-
 rounding her bed, hands groping her breasts, pinching
 her nipples, someone fondling her crotch, a hand over
 her mouth, more hands holding her arms and legs im-
 mobile. It seemed to go on forever, twisting and
 squirming; trying to fight them, then finally when
 one of them forced his fingers inside her vagina,
 pushing in deeply; she couldn't hold back any longer;
 a strangled sound was forced from her, as she began
 to sob uncontrollably.

 The male cadets molesting her realized that they had
 done enough, and quickly dispersed to their own dorm
 rooms, leaving the young woman lying huddled in a
 ball quietly sobbing. Her humiliation was complete.
 How could she face them in the morning, how could she
 go on after what had just happened?

 She had been so proud, so excited, when the letter
 had arrived on congressional letterhead. They had
 nominated her to attend the Air Force Academy. She
 had been on cloud nine for the whole last semester
 of her freshman year at junior college. Having
 planned and worked toward that moment ever since
 her sophomore year in high school; to actually be
 accepted had been a pinnacle in her life.

 Kriste had arrived in Colorado Springs all by her-
 self, and the obvious fact that many of the male
 cadets resented her presence, had thrown a little
 cold water on her enthusiasm. But she was determined
 to succeed, no matter what. Even though the male
 cadets kept harassing her and her roommate Darleen,
 she had kept a positive attitude. They were the only
 female cadets at the academy during the winter term,
 and the pressure was almost overwhelming. But Kriste
 was determined to make it on her own merit, and not
 follow the same path as her roommate Darlene had.

 Kriste looked over at Darleen's empty bed, and won-
 dered 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 loneliness 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 roman-
 tically involved with anyone. Then when that didn't
 seem to work, she became more abrupt. She knew that
 they called her a "lezbo", and "the ice queen" behind
 her back, but she tried to ignore it, after all she
 had a dream, and she just didn't need anything to get
 in the way of it.

 Kriste shivered at the thought that this same "lesson"
 would probably be "taught" her again. Some of the guys
 in her training platoon obviously thought forcing their
 attentions on her was somehow funny. She hadn't had
 that much experience with boys in high school, because
 all her extra time was taken up with ROTC activities,
 and a rigorous exercise and training schedule after
 school. She wanted to be fully prepared if she got the
 chance to be an Air force combat pilot, she wanted to
 be the best there ever was, she wanted to do something
 special in her life.

 The realization that this nocturnal incident had been
 the first time she'd ever had her body touched by a
 man made her cry again. She had dreamed of a knight
 in shining armor, not a bunch of grubby hands grabbing
 and pulling at her. It hadn't been anything close to
 sexual, not like the stories her girlfriends used to
 tell each other about their experiences with boys.
 Kriste had never had any stories to tell, but her
 friends admired her for what she was trying to accom-
 plish. And besides; being popular at school had never
 been an effort for her anyway, it had just always
 seemed easy.

 But here, at the academy things were different. Her
 blonde, peaches and cream good looks were almost a
 liability. For the first time in her life Kriste
 wished she had been born a man, or even an ugly woman,
 then maybe they'd just leave her alone to pursue her
 dream unmolested.

 Kriste lay in her bunk unable to sleep. As dawn began
 to show it's cold light through the barracks window,
 she heard her roommate stumble over something as she
 made her way into their room.

 "Krissy, you awake?" asked Darleen.

 Kriste thought about pretending to be asleep, she
 didn't want to talk to her roommate, she was still
 mad at her for breaking the rules, and leaving her
 vulnerable to the attack last night. But she realized
 that Darleen would persist until she answered; because
 it was her way. So she answered in a rather sarcastic
 tone, "Yes Dar, I'm awake. Did you and Ronald have
 fun last night?"

 Darleen sat on her bunk, pulling her T-shirt off over
 her head, carelessly exposing her breasts to anyone
 who might pass the slightly open door. It was obvious
 that she had just come from her lover, her nipples
 looked swollen and pink, as if someone had been
 sucking on them. Kriste felt a stirring deep in the
 pit of her stomach as she thought about what her
 roommate must have been doing all night. Darleen
 noticed the other girls stare, and smiled knowingly,
 and answered, "Yeah he was up to it all right, how
 did you enjoy your evening?"

 The bitch! She knew what had happened last night.
 Had she known before or after? "I didn't sleep all
 that well. And if you're implying about what some
 of our fellow cadets did to me last night, well I
 just want to say thanks for warning me."

 Darleen was instantly sorry for her sarcasm, she
 just hated not being as strong as Kriste, and
 somehow it made her feel a little better about
 herself, when her roommate was taken down a peg
 or two. "I'm sorry Krissy, I didn't know about
 it, honest! I just heard a few minutes ago as I
 was going down the hall. All the guys were talking
 about it, and David was telling several of the
 guys how stupid they were, and that you would
 make a complaint against them. I heard him tell
 them that he wouldn't blame you if you did."

 Kriste had no intention of making any formal com-
 plaints. But as the day wore on, and the sly looks
 that she kept receiving from some of the men in her
 training platoon made her relive the humiliation
 she'd received the night before, she realized that
 she had to do something. Finally that evening she
 requested an interview with one of the base
 counselors for morning sick-call.

 Making it through the night without incident, Kriste
 showed up for her 7AM appointment in front of
 Lieutenant Beal's office. The young girl had not
 taken advantage of 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 nine-
 teen 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 remained 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 classmates 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 concerned. 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
 tonight.' But then she knew that he probably wouldn't.

                        -=*=-

 After inquiring at the front desk, and getting a
 leering 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
 pounding 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.

 Continued in part 2...
 (c) 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker 
                                     - Kristen078@hotmail.com


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