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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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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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