"Airforce"  (mf, first, military)

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.