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Subject: {ASSM} "Air Force" Part 2 nu Kristen (MF, 1st, military)
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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: aforce1.txt (MF, 1st, military)
Authors name: Kristen (kristen@hotmail.com)
Story title : Air Force
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Celeste thought that this story was too wordy, so,
with help I've edited it to remove some of those
offending words. But it is still a romantic story
so those of you into the more fast paced kinky stuff
I suggest that you pass this one.
If you like really kinky stuff visit my friend Sarah's
site at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/sarah/
-=*=-
Air Force Part 1 (mf, first)
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
Kriste was jarred awake, and fear paralyzed her as
she felt invisible hands groping, pulling and
pinching at her flesh. Her mind spun in a haze of
shock and disbelief as she gradually realized what
was happening. She was being punished!
It was the dreaded "hazing of the unpopular, and it
was unbelievable that her classmates were actually
inflicting it on her. She could hear urgent
whispering by men around her bed, and felt hands
groping at her breasts and pinching her nipples.
Someone was fondling her crotch; there was a hand
over her mouth; and more hands were holding her
arms and legs immobile.
It seemed to go on forever; Kriste twisted and
squirmed, trying vainly to fight off her tor-
mentors. When someone forced his fingers inside her
vagina, pushing them in deep, she couldn't hold
back any longer.
A strangled sound came from her throat, and she
began to sob uncontrollably. The cadets who'd been
molesting her realized that they'd done enough, and
quickly dispersed to their own dorm rooms, leaving
the young woman huddled in a ball, sobbing quietly.
Her humiliation was complete. How could she face
them in the morning? How could she go on after
this?
-=*=-
She had been so proud, so excited, when the letter
with the congressional letterhead arrived, in-
forming her that she'd been nominated to attend
the Air Force Academy. She was on cloud nine for
the whole last semester of her freshman year at
junior college.
Having planned and worked toward such a moment ever
since her sophomore year in high school, actually
to be accepted had been a pinnacle of achievement.
Kriste arrived in Colorado Springs all by herself,
and though she tried to make herself agreeable the
obvious fact that many of the male cadets resented
her presence had thrown cold water on her
enthusiasm. They had continually harassed both her
and her roommate, Darleen, the only female cadet
at the academy during that winter term.
The pressure placed on them had been almost over-
whelming, but Kriste remained positive, and was
determined to succeed, no matter what. Moreover,
she intended it to be on merit, and not by
following the path Darleen had taken.
-=*=-
She looked over at Darleen's empty bed and wondered
if she was fucking the group captain again. If
Darleen had been in their room as she was supposed
to be, the attack to which Kriste had just been
subjected to would probably not have happened. Her
thoughts were bitter as she rocked back and forth,
still sobbing, unable to control the feelings of
loneliness washing over her.
Slowly her sobs reduced to the occasional sniff,
and a determined expression transformed her pretty
face. Her thoughts turned towards home, to school
friends, and she was swept by longing for friends
and family.
Kriste glanced at her roommate's empty bed again
and thought grimly: 'I'd rather die than follow
Darleen's example. I'll just have to take it.'
She understood why her roommate had taken the group
captain as a lover. It had stopped the other men on
base from hitting on her, whereas Kriste had to
continually fend off such advances. She thought
bitterly: 'I just want to become a combat pilot,
not to date the whole damn squadron! Why can't
they give me a little respect? What's wrong with
me, anyway? Why don't they like me?'
What she'd experienced only moments ago was pro-
bably retaliation for the continual rejection by
her of advances made by the male classmates. Some
of the guys in her training platoon obviously
thought it a great joke to hit on her. At first she
used to explain to them why she thought it wasn't
a good idea to be romantically involved. When that
didn't work, she had become more blunt. 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 goal, and she didn't want
anything or anybody getting in the way.
Kriste shivered when she thought that this same
"lesson" might well be "taught" her again. She
hadn't had that much experience with boys in high
school, most of her extra time being taken up with
ROTC activities and a rigorous exercise and
training schedule after school. She wanted to be
fully prepared if she ever got the chance to become
an Air Force combat pilot. She wanted to be the
best there ever was, to do something special with
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. Her dreams were of a
knight in shining armor, not a bunch of grubby
unseen hands grabbing and pulling at her. It hadn't
been anything close to proper sex, not at all like
the stories her girlfriends used to tell each other
about their own experiences with boys.
Kriste had never had any stories to tell, but her
friends admired her anyway for what she was trying
to accomplish. Moreover, becoming popular at school
had always come easily to her. Here at the academy,
though, 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.
She lay restless in her bunk, unable to sleep. Dawn
had begun to show its cold light through the bar-
racks window when she heard her roommate stumble
over something as she made her way into their room.
"Krissy, you awake?" asked Darleen.
Kriste considered pretending to be asleep, not
wanting to talk just then. She was still mad at
Darleen for breaking the rules, thus leaving her
vulnerable to last night's attack. She realized,
however, that Darleen would persist until she was
answered - it was her way.
She put on a sarcastic tone of voice: "Yes, Dar,
I'm awake. Did you and Ron have fun last night?"
Darleen sat down on her own bunk and pulled her
T-shirt over her head, carelessly exposing her
breasts to anyone who might be passing the half-
open door. She'd obviously come straight from her
lover; her nipples were swollen and pink, as if
someone had been sucking 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 her stare, and smiled complacently.
"Yeah, he was up to it all right. And how did you
enjoy your evening?"
The bitch! So she knew what had happened last
night! Had she known before, or only afterwards?
"I didn't sleep all that well. And if you're
referring to what some of our fellow cadets did to
me last night, I just want to say: thanks for
warning me."
Darleen felt a little sorry that she'd treated the
matter as a joke, but she hated not being as strong
as Kriste, and it made her feel a little better
about herself to have her roommate taken down a peg
or two.
"I'm sorry, Krissy; I didn't know it was going
to happen, honest! I just heard about it a few
minutes ago as I was going down the hall. All the
guys were talking about it, and David told several
of them how stupid they were, and that you could
make a complaint against them. I heard him say he
wouldn't blame you if you did."
Kriste had no intention of making a formal
complaint, but as the day wore on, and sly looks
from some of the men in her training platoon made
her re-live last night's humiliation, she realized
that she'd have to do something.
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 in front of Lt. Beal's office for
her 7am appointment. The young woman hadn't pre-
viously taken advantage of any medical services,
and wasn't too happy about doing so now, but she
felt 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
twenty five years in the Air Force. Kriste was
disappointed when she realize that she would get
no sympathy there. Lt. Beal's solution was a
simple one.
"Girl, you sound a little uptight to me. When I was
you're age, I'd have paid to get a bunch of hand-
some cadets to feel me up. I suggest you consider
making some lucky young man a little gift of that
virginity of yours. Have some good sex, and you'll
be right as rain."
Walking to Logistics class, the phrase "make some
young man a gift of that virginity of yours" kept
running through Kriste's head. At nineteen, she
hadn't yet had any kind of sex with another person.
Could she herself be the problem? Was she the one
who was strange? Might she have brought the events
of the other night on herself by being so uptight
about sex? The question preyed on her mind all day.
She knew what she'd wanted, and boys weren't part
of it. But now, on the threshold of realizing
everything she'd worked for so long, it was turning
out to be a disaster. None of her classmates liked
her and she couldn't make any friends. Maybe she
was going about it the wrong way.
As Kriste sat alone at dinner that evening, a
distracted look on her face, a young cadet came
and sat 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, you
know!" Now, however, she just looked at him and
smiled wanly. He was John Davenport, the guy with
the rich family from Boston. Kriste had never
really liked him; to her he seemed just a loud-
mouth. During actual flight training she'd per-
formed much better than him, and he'd been less
than gracious about it.
On an impulse she said: "Would you like to go out
with me tonight?"
Johnny, for once, didn't have any smart comeback.
For an awkward moment he just sat there with his
mouth open. But at last he recovered his composure.
"Sure, honey, I'd like that just fine. But what
made you change your mind about dating?"
Kriste took a deep breath and said, in a determined
voice: "I've decided to have sex with a man, and
you're it. So how about it?" She felt so nervous
that she almost fainted; the decision to offer
herself to a classmate had taken all her courage.
She'd ignored sex all her life, but here she was,
effectively asking a man to fuck her. Her heart was
pounding as she waited for his reply.
As for Johnny Davenport, he was almost speechless,
stuttering: "S.se.sex.? With me? I don't get it?"
Kriste stood up, dinner tray in hand, and said in
a voice that she hoped sounded inviting: "You'll
'get it' all right tonight, I promise you. But do
me a favor and keep it secret, will you?" She
looked at the young man until, as if awakening
from a trance, he came to life and said: "Ah...
sure, sweety. I promise... our little secret..."
Kriste stood for a moment longer looking down at
him, 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, a vicious
case of butterflies beating around in her stomach.
Darleen was dressing for that night's date. "You
meeting Ron in town tonight, Darleen?"
Her roommate grinned and nodded. She was pulling on
one of her short skirts, which barely covered her
bottom. Kriste wondered how she could sit without
making a show of herself; then she thought: 'But
that's probably the idea.'
Returning to the question she really wanted to
ask, Kriste said: "Would you mind dropping me off
in town?"
Darleen shot her one of her 'Darleen' looks. "What,
at the library?" She was being sarcastic, but
Kriste didn't notice. She was so nervous and con-
fused that she actually said: "No, I'm meeting
Johnny at the Blue Bird, and I just need a ride,
that's all."
Darleen turned to look at her roommate. "You're
what? You and Johnny? Oh man, now I've heard every-
thing. Why'd you pick a jerk like that to go out
with?"
Kriste looked hurt for a moment, but then, trying
to sound confident, she said: "I'm not marrying
the man. I just need to lose my cherry, and I think
he'll do."
Her roommate must have thought of something funny,
because she laughed. However, she agreed to drop
Kriste off at the motel.
Continued in part 2....
-=*=-
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to David for his
encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
good job editing my little story.
(c) January 1998 ed. 8/17/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
Author contact address: kristen078@hotmail.com
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