A Second Chance
written by:
Anonyed

All Dave wanted to do was sleep. Here he sat, on an uncomfortable vinyl chair with almost no padding, in a military transport terminal in Halifax Nova Scotia, waiting for the flight to some time off in Edmonton Alberta. He tugged at the collar of his dress military uniform, anxious to get somewhere that he could take it off and relax. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and tried to doze off - 90 minutes to go until flight time (stupid "hurry up and wait" military requirement to be 2 hrs early for flights!). Of course, trying to sleep was futile.

Eyes still closed, Dave's mind quickly wandered to his favourite obsession - sex. Dave was still a virgin at age 20. He had been out on many first and second dates, but had yet to have a bona-fide ‘girlfriend' due to many factors - not the least of which was his nomadic military training lifestyle that had him constantly moving and starting over each time.

On a couple occasions he had thought he would finally get laid, but every time he had his ‘grass cut' by a course-mate horning in on the girl, or was defeated by his own lack of confidence. It seemed that he would get into the kissing and heavy petting mode relatively easily, but for some reason circumstances weren't right, or the girl would get cold feet and shut him down. His mind was forever churning, trying to figure out how to rectify his constant striking out with the ladies.

He though back to how just last month his sister Kim had told him not to worry, any girl worth her salt would be lucky to have a guy like him. Kim said "Dave, you're well-built, articulate, intelligent, and the funniest guy I know - some of my friends have asked me why you don't ask them out."

"Really? They have?" asked Dave incredulously. "Why didn't you tell me before I moved away from home and became a military nomad?" "I tried to, silly - you were just too thick to figure out my hints. Or those of my friends" she added, laughing at how his jaw had dropped. "When you were so busy studying, trying to get high marks to get into flight school, there were at least two of my friends constantly badgering me to somehow get you to notice them."

"Who was asking about me?" Dave had inquired, only to be interrupted as Kim's best friend Patricia (speak of the devil, unbeknownst to Dave) showed up in the room. Kim hadn't answered his question - for some reason she just looked at Pat and burst out laughing. Dave was left scratching his head, and wishing that women would just come out and say what they were thinking, just like guys did. To think that his sister's friends had actually asked about him, and he was totally unaware - who woulda thunk it?

Dave was suddenly shocked out of his reverie by the sensation of a wet finger inserted into his ear! His eyes flew open, and he saw Brett rapidly withdrawing his finger, laughing and wiping his finger on his uniform pants.

"Fuck off!" Dave said to Brett. Brett just smirked and said "just don't close your eyes, and you'll get left alone." Dave had begun military pilot training, but had never realized that he would have to put up with jerks like Brett, who was Mister ‘I'm better than all of you', complete with an ego bigger than a house. A necessary annoyance, thought Dave, as he scanned the waiting room, looking for anyone he knew. Dave hadn't told his course-mates, but his father was a fighter pilot, and Dave knew many people in the military. In a place like this, there was a good chance that he would bump into someone he knew.

Another course-mate, Andy, was craning his neck from the row of seats in front of them, staring at something. He leaned toward Brett, and said "hey, check out the hot blonde over there." Brett stood up and looked to see what Andy was on about. His eyes widened, and a low wolf whistle escaped his pursed lips. "That's a hot little unit", he said to Andy, nodding in approval. "If she plays her cards right, she can have a little taste of the Brett-Meister's dick! Looks like she's going to the same place we are tonight."

As Andy and Brett argued back and forth about who should get to fuck her, Dave turned to look as well. His view partially obscured, he first noticed a dynamite pair of legs that led up to a blue uniform skirt - damn those uniforms, he thought, they sure don't do justice to the female body! In this case, though, it was difficult to camouflage near-perfection. As she rocked slightly on her feet, her back to them, Dave could make out a hint of a tight little ass and shapely hips, and saw how her waist tapered in, her summer jacket hugging her firm back. Hmmm, for once Andy seems to have focused on a decent girl, and not the usual skank he tended to gravitate toward.

Dave could now see the back of her head through the crowd, noting her silky straight blonde hair cut in a page-boy style, and catching a glimpse of a slim neck and perfectly-formed chin as she turned her head slightly. He also noted that the side of her tunic was stretched slightly where her breasts pushed against it as she raised an arm to emphasize a point in the animated conversation she was having with what looked to be her parents - again, damn uniforms did nothing for women, but after a few years in training he had learned to recognize the signs of a nubile form even when it was constrained by such unflattering military garments.

As Dave's interest started to increase, he realized that once again such thoughts were futile. He could never compete with the two Kings of Crass, Andy and Brett, in these situations. Even if he managed to speak to a hot chick first, one or both of the others would swiftly move in and bullshit his way into her panties; it had happened too many times for him to get angry any more. The good ones were either turned off entirely by these assholes (giving him no chance to ever convince them he wasn't like them), or they were taken in by them and royally fucked then dumped, becoming the subject of many a ribald story told over beers at the Officers' Mess.

The only time that Dave ever had a chance was when he met someone when not in such a group, and even then he still hadn't overcome his innate shyness. He suppressed a sigh - that would be even more ‘loser' in front of these guys.

Dave snapped out of it when Brett dug an elbow into his ribs. "Hey, loser - you'll be the judge, OK?" "Judge of what?" asked Dave, clueless. "Of who wins, asshole!" said Brett. Andy and I have a bet - he says I can't charm this little chick out of her panties by tomorrow - he says she looks too good for me. I told him I'd bring you along to observe how it goes - you're no competition for me - damned if I'll let Andy get close enough to her to cut my grass - but you can watch me work, and confirm the kill. The plan is simple - I chat her up in the terminal, sit beside her for the flight, and by the time we get to Edmonton she'll be practically begging me to fuck her."

Dave shook his head. This was getting worse. Not only was he going to again see a pretty girl being snapped up by a jerk that didn't deserve her, but he had to be in close and witness the dirty deed. All the while, he would be constantly reminded by the ‘Brett-Meister' how Brett was so confident in his superiority that he thought nothing of dragging Dave along to watch his charm at work. Crap. "All right", he sighed, "let's get this over with."

Grinning, Brett got up and smoothed out his uniform, and dragged Dave along toward the little group where the girl was standing, giving Andy an exaggerated wink as they walked by him.

Trudging along resignedly beside Brett, Dave hoped that Brett would crash and burn right away, so it would be over quickly. Not likely, though - chicks seemed to dig the bad boy image that Brett worked so hard to project. They only figured him out when it was too late, and they were left with semen dripping out of their cunts and realized they had been used like a blow-up doll. Dave knew this from the stories that he and Andy told and retold whenever they got a chance to boast in front of a crowd. Brett's favourite tactic was to bed the girl within hours of meeting her, and purposely making her feel used by pushing her into acts she didn't really want to perform (which of course were described in delicious detail for the consumption of all). Brett would then get out of bed and make a quick exit, sometimes even telling her that she had ‘outlived her usefulness', and that a beer and a pizza demanded his attention. He would then abscond with her wet panties, and tack the trophy to the wall in his barrack block room, inviting a stream of buddies to come and sniff the odour of excited pussy that would linger for days afterward.

‘Please be smart and give Brett the brush-off - I don't want to see another girl hurt by this douchebag' he thought, as they approached her. Closer now, Dave felt a pang of desire despite his misgivings at what was about to happen. Despite his misgivings about what was about to happen, he was becoming fascinated by her - as they walked closer he caught glimpses of the side of her face, knowing that she was smiling and laughing, and seeming to be having quite a good time. She was an Officer Cadet like him, probably on her way back to University after summer training. If only I hadn't spotted her with these jerks around, he thought for the third time in as many minutes.

Brett leaned toward him, and whispered in a conspiratorial tone "hey, this is going to be even a bigger challenge - looks like her father is a Colonel! This will make it even sweeter, knowing how ‘daddy' will be faced with the spectacle of his sweet little daughter being charmed by the Brett-Meister." It was then that Dave shifted his gaze from where it had been fixed on the girl, to take in the whole scene. Her back was to them, and she was chatting with what were obviously her parents. Her father was wearing a Colonel's uniform with gold pilot's wings, while her mother, a tall classic beauty, looked proud and sad at the same time, bidding her daughter good-bye for the academic year.

Dave's heart skipped a beat, though, as his tired brain recognized the parents. Holy shit! Those were friends of his parents... and their daughter Patricia was his sister Kim's best friend... who he hadn't seen for three years... and she had blonde hair... and she was really cute... Kim had told him Pat had joined the Air Force and was studying Pharmacy in Edmonton... and Dave had secretly pined for her all through High School, but had been too shy to even talk to her much...

The chain of thoughts took about 10 milliseconds, and Dave put it all together in a flash - the object of his obsession, and the would-be target of Brett's, was his sister's best friend Pat!

Dave slowed slightly, no longer wanting to be a part of this, but not at all sure of what to do. He was torn between the strong desire to go immediately to talk with these old friends (and intervene to stop Brett's plan), and the urge to just run away and hide until the whole thing was over. Brett, impatient, grabbed him by the arm of his tunic, and propelled him forward. Pat's mother, sensing a potential problem in her peripheral vision as Brett grabbed hold of Dave's uniform, turned to face the pair of young officers, as if preparing to protect her daughter. The Colonel stopped talking and looked sternly in their direction as well. Brett was momentarily stalled, stopped in his tracks by the icy gaze of the Colonel, almost forgetting that he was supposed to be following his dick toward the young pussy that was now only 10 feet in front of him.

Pat's mother's face looked puzzled momentarily, then broke out into a huge smile as she recognized Dave. "Dave! What a pleasant surprise!" she called out, now ignoring the stunned Brett. "Get over here, and give us a hug!" she continued, holding her arms out in welcome. Instinct took over, and Dave folded Pat's mother into his strong arms, recognizing the familiar scent of her, which instantly took him back to summer barbecues and other social gatherings over the several years that their families had been friends. "Hi Mrs Smith" Dave managed, "nice to see you too."

A soft voice next to Dave chimed in "my turn", as Pat touched Dave's arm and offered her own welcoming hug. Suddenly a bit nervous, Dave took her tentatively in his arms, very much aware of how grown up little Patricia was, and how she looked, felt, and smelled like the perfect fantasy girls that fed his wet dreams. Patricia was obviously not at all conflicted; she gave him a tight warm hug, and stood back, beaming. "Wow, you've certainly grown up" she said with a glint in her eyes, causing her mother to giggle and Dave to blush.

The Colonel clapped Dave on the back as he stepped back from Patricia, partly stunned by the warmth and sincerity of her hug. "How's your training coming along, Dave?" asked the Colonel, as he took Dave's hand in his own massive paw in a firm handshake. "I just ran into your father last week when flying through Winnipeg - he told me you were out this way on a course, but I didn't have time to look you up."

"It's going great, thanks, Mr Smith, I mean sir..." Dave was suddenly conscious of the rank difference, torn between the old familiar "base brat" family friend approach and his newly-ingrained military training to be in awe of Captains and Majors, let alone lofty Colonels.

"Hey, Dave - it's me - no need to get all formal on me!" said the Colonel, clapping him on the shoulder again. "Hey, Patricia's right - you've turned into quite a solid young man! I always knew military training would do you some good." Turning slightly, the Colonel frowned slightly, and asked "who's your friend?"

At this point, Dave felt a sense of empowerment and confidence that he had never experienced with the Brett-Meister (even thinking of that appellation made him smirk inwardly now). Dave shot Brett a look that said ‘make your excuses and get the fuck out of here' so clearly that Dave could see Brett's Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed. "Oh, this is just Brett - he was on his way to the bathroom." Brett's eyes darted between the four people in front of him before replying. The scary Colonel. The beautiful, classy mother. The stunningly beautiful young woman that looked twice as hot from this close. And the shock of the morning - ‘loser' Dave, who suddenly had revealed he had connections and friends that Brett had never imagined.

Dave had always been secretive about his home life - one day, he had let it slip that his father was in the military, but Dave had deliberately backed off and kept it vague, knowing that if his buddies were to discover that his father was a fighter pilot and a Colonel, he would be subjected to endless sucking-up by the other fledgling pilots that would want to somehow gain an advantage by associating with him. Dave had always wanted to make it on his own merits, not because his father was ‘in the business.'

Brett processed the situation, examining his options, and hurriedly nodded. "Yeah, I was just looking for the John - gotta go sir, ladies..." as he beat a hasty retreat.

The Colonel looked at the nervous young Officer Cadet as he walked away, winking at Dave. "Colonels can be pretty scary to Cadets, can't they?" at which Dave grinned. "Unfortunately, Mr Smith, I figured out years ago that you were all human." This caused the Colonel to laugh. "You've got that right, son. So tell me about your training so far..."

For the next 60 minutes, Dave chatted amiably with the little family group, during which he was amazed at how easy it was to talk with them, especially the stunning Pat. Trying not to be obvious, he kept stealing glances at her, marvelling at just how she had grown in the three years since he had last seen her. The odd time, he could almost swear she was also stealing glances at him, trying to be subtle. Pat was anxious to have news of Kim, and soon they were reminiscing about old times and catching up so naturally that they were all surprised by the flight boarding announcement.

During the conversation, Dave learned that Pat was returning to set up her apartment for the academic year at University in Edmonton. Dave mentioned that he was also headed there, on the way to visit his parents (they lived a few hours away in another town). Pat asked Dave if he had a car, and he said "Yeah, it's parked at the Base in Edmonton."

"Maybe", Pat said, looking strangely shy and uncertain for once, "maybe if you don't mind I could catch a ride with you to see Kim and your folks - would that be OK? But I have to spend a few days at the Base in Edmonton first, then move into my apartment next Monday before I can go to your folks' place - would it be too much to ask for you to stay around Edmonton for a few days with me?"

Dave was caught totally by surprise. "Uhhh... Sure!" he said, trying vainly not to appear too eager to spend time with Pat. "I mean, it would be my pleasure to help you out - I can get a room on Base for a few days - where are you staying while you wait for your apartment to be ready?" Pat said that she was staying a few nights on the Base in the Women's barracks until her apartment was ready. She then commented about how boring it was to be stuck on an Air Force Base for days without a vehicle, and mentioned that there were lots of fun things they could do before Monday, "... as long as you don't mind hanging out with your little sister's friend for a while."

Dave swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. My God, he thought - never in his wildest fantasies had he considered the concept of spending three solid days with a gorgeous and exciting young woman like this; now she was the one actually suggesting it! "No, I don't mind at all - it'd be fun to have you show me around Edmonton - I don't know the city very well, and I'm sure you know some great places to go." Pat smiled and nodded, saying "thanks - having you around will help me get over my inevitable wave of homesickness when I go back to school for the first couple weeks." Pat's mother seemed to tear up a bit at this, and the conversation stalled briefly.

"Dave, would you mind entertaining my parents while I head off to the bathroom?" Pat said, breaking the silence. Dave nodded and said "sure," trying hard not to be so obvious in admiring her as she wove her way through the pre-boarding lineup and toward the bathroom.

Several minutes later, while talking with Pat's parents, Dave noticed her coming out of the bathroom, and was horrified to see the lecherous Brett intercept her and block her path. Oblivious, with their backs to her, Pat's parents didn't see, but Dave had a ringside view of the Brett-Meister starting to put the moves on sweet Patricia. She didn't stay long though, pointing toward her parents and looking at her watch; Brett just smirked in his usual overly-confident way, and mimed "see you later" to Pat, at which he leered significantly in Dave's direction. Dave didn't see Pat's face, but his old anxiety came back full force, imagining how the devious shit had probably already started the ‘panty-removal' process.

Patricia came back into the little group, acting as if nothing had happened with Brett, and Dave tried to put it out of his mind as they said their good-byes and boarding announcements were coming over the PA system. Pat surprised Dave by leaning into him as her parents moved away toward the door, whispering in his ear "I really meant it when I said I'm glad you're here - normally I get a little weepy when I say good-bye to them, but having you around for the flight and the next few days will make the transition back to lonely University student a lot easier."

Dave's heart soared as he was hit simultaneously with the impact of her sexy presence and subtle odour, the feel of her warm moist breath in his ear, and the words that confirmed that she was indeed happy to be with him and (surprisingly!) lonely. Maybe all was not lost!

These military flights didn't have assigned seats; Dave had been wondering if he should ask if she wanted to sit with him early in this little encounter, but amazingly enough he was now so certain she wanted to sit beside him that neither of them even broached the subject, filing naturally through the door, across the tarmac, and up the stairs to the waiting military jet transport.

Dave found an empty row of three seats, and she said "why don't you take the window - I know you've always been a bit of a cloud-gazer" with a teasing smile. He sat down, and she beside him in the middle seat. Then, as if Fate was playing a cruel joke on him (continuing the cloud theme), a figurative ‘black cloud on the horizon' appeared in the form of Brett's smug face, slowing following the crowd down the aisle, making an apparent bee-line for the empty seat beside Pat.

Dave was surprised by what transpired next. Patricia, without a moment's hesitation, reached into the seat pocket of the empty seat next to her, pulled out the "occupied" sign, and placed it on the empty seat. On these flights, which made multiple hops, this was the way people who were already on board and got off for the short stops kept their seats. Pat leaned toward Dave, covering her mouth and his ear with her hand so Brett wouldn't see, and said "the last thing I want today is to have that creep sitting next to me - our story is that there's a Sergeant sitting there; he's just gone to the bathroom."

Dave pulled back, looking fully into her eyes for the first time today (maybe for the first time ever, since he had always been too shy to really speak with her before). "You figured him out already?" looking at her questioningly. Her eyes rolled slightly as she responded. "Dave, you wouldn't believe how I manage to attract jerks like that all the time. I don't know what it is", she replied, seemingly a little exasperated. "That's easy", said Dave, hesitating slightly but deciding ‘what the hell' - "beautiful girls like you attract all the guys from miles around."

Pat's face broke into a huge grin at his compliment. "Thanks - you're just like your sister - you know exactly the right thing to say!" and she gripped his hand with hers on the armrest between them.

At that moment, Brett appeared, and was about to grab the ‘occupied' sign off the seat beside her. Pat fixed him with an annoyed look, and said icily: "there's a big Sergeant sitting there - I don't think he'd appreciate an arrogant young Officer Cadet stealing his spot." Brett's face lost its smug look as his eyes widened. Whether it was from the way in which she was blowing him off, or the prospect of ‘Sergeant Rock' picking him up by the collar and tossing him down the aisle, Dave didn't know, but frankly Dave was so amused and impressed with how Pat had handled the situation that he didn't much care. All that mattered was that Brett just grunted and moved off down the aisle without a backward glance. He felt even happier when Andy (of the ‘will Brett manage to fuck this one' bet) came down the aisle shortly afterward, saw the occupied sign, saw Dave and Pat looking for all the world like old friends, and shook his head in disbelief as he headed down the aisle to sit beside Brett a few rows back.

"You know, Pat, there are many things about you that amaze me - you've really changed from the giggly little girl I remember." Pat could have been offended by this remark, but the history that they shared made it clear to her that he was not trying to belittle the way she had been a few years ago. "Yup, Dave, a girl learns to defend herself when she lives away from home like I have for two years now. I must admit I got sucked in by a few jerks early on, but I've learned to be a better judge of character now, and most importantly I've learned not to let my guard down, ever. Unless, of course", and she smiled conspiratorially to underline the point, "a sweet guy like you crosses my path." Embarrassed, Dave looked away, but his ear to ear grin was clearly all the answer he needed to give to that.

For the next several hours, as the flight made its multi-stop way to Edmonton, Dave and Pat talked and laughed, and Dave started to feel more and more comfortable with Pat. He was finally getting to know her as a person, not simply as the ‘cool girl' friend of his sister's that he occasionally ran into, and even more surprisingly, for the first time he was actually talking to a stunning, sexy young woman and not stumbling all over his tongue out of sheer inept nervousness.

Throughout the conversation, he would steal glances at her. She had taken off her tunic, and he noticed that her breasts had grown to a mature roundness that they hadn't attained the last time he'd seen her. Pat's regulation-length skirt had ridden up slightly as she sat, and he marvelled at how beautifully sculpted her nylon-clad legs were - she had mentioned she was into cycling and skating, and it showed. He could just make out the outline of her white bra through her shirt, and caught brief glimpses of bare flesh where her shirt gaped ever so slightly between buttons as viewed from the side. She smelled marvellous, a mixture of subtle perfume and shampoo. It was a wonder Dave could concentrate on the conversation, but something about the natural way in which she reacted to him made it easy for him to talk with her.

Arriving in Edmonton, they went to the baggage carousel. Dave noticed that Brett and Andy were now busily chatting up a pair of young Privates that they had spotted - well, at least they had changed targets for now.

After getting their bags off the carousel, Dave carried them to his little Volkswagen, and looked at his watch, thinking that it was time for supper. He was suddenly uncertain again; it was no longer a given that Pat would want to be with him. Her off-hand suggestion that they "have some fun" in Edmonton seemed far away in space and time, and he was starting to wonder if she had been serious. Hungry, he was thinking of suggesting they get supper together, but was afraid to ask, fearing she would refuse. Surely she had a few guys lined up already that were waiting to take her out once she arrived in town? He had studiously avoided asking anything about potential boyfriends during their flight together - he was afraid of the answer, and wanted nothing to spoil the temporary glow he was experiencing just by being in the presence of this angelic yet sexy girl.

Just as he had screwed up enough courage to tentatively ask if she had plans for the evening, Pat asked "so where are we going for supper?" Dave looked so surprised that Pat burst out laughing. Luckily, she misunderstood his surprise, saying "don't worry - we can go Dutch if you want. And nothing fancy - I can't afford much either - how about the food court in the Kingsway Mall?" "Sure", said Dave, relieved not to have to go somewhere too expensive.

First though, they went to Accommodations and were issued each a key to a room. Dave brought Pat to her Block, which was above the Base Hospital, in a wing reserved for only female Officers. Large signs proclaimed "No male personnel allowed beyond this point", and she grinned and said "guess I'll have to lug my bags myself from here. See you back here in 15 minutes? Oh, and dress for dancing - I know a place we can go after supper." Dave managed to nod, and watched her disappear behind the door to the dark hallway, heavy bags in hand. Dancing? Hot damn! Things were looking up...

Fifteen minutes later, he picked her up at the front door to the Base Hospital. She came out of the door and walked quickly toward his car as he pulled up, and Dave did a double take as she approached the car. "Wow, I almost didn't recognize you out of your uniform" he stuttered, causing her to flash him another one of her trademark stunning smiles. "I never like the way I look in a uniform - so unflattering", she said, as she adjusted her short skirt. "And to think that the first time I see you in three years, I'm wearing the most unflattering outfit possible", she concluded.

"Pat, you look fantastic in a uniform - that's really saying something, because most women don't look good in uniform", said Dave, and it was her turn to blush as he continued: "And now, you just look fantastic."

"Are you trying to charm me, Davey?" she asked as he held the door of the car for her. "No, uh... I mean yes, kind of.... " he trailed off, embarrassed. "Well, it's working Dave - keep it up", she said as she folded her now bare legs into the front of the car "and to think that I was resigning myself to a few days of tedium here on the Base. Now I get to hang around with a sweet guy who gives me compliments and drives me places."

Dave closed the door and headed around to the driver's side of the car. As he opened the car door, her view of his face was blocked by the roof of the car, and he paused ever so slightly to take in the view of her body. Long sexy legs. Short skirt, but not so short as to be slutty. Silky blouse, cut just low enough to give a demure hint of cleavage, emphasizing her breasts in a way that a uniform never could. Pat at 16 had been cute; at age 19 now she was flat-out gorgeous. Dave shook his head and sat down, looking over at her as she turned to him and flashed a smile - "Come on, Dave - I'm hungry - let's eat!"

When they arrived at the food court and got to the restaurant counter, Dave had a flash of embarrassment as he realized he was a bit short on cash. Pat pulled out her wallet from her little purse, and said "I don't have a lot of cash either, but let me buy supper; you can pay for the drinks tonight."

After she paid for the Kentucky Fried Chicken, she leaned in to him and took hold of his arm, whispering in his ear: "you realize, Dave, that I just violated one of my mom's Prime Directives?" He looked at her, confused. "Mom always told me to keep enough cash to pay for a taxi when out on a date. I just used my last $20 bill, but I think she would concur that I'm definitely in good hands tonight."

Dave half-grinned, not knowing how to reply. Things had gone so naturally so far today that he hadn't even really considered that this could be a ‘date'. Hearing her refer to is as such (sort of, anyway) made him reassess the whole scenario. Until now he had been pinching himself about how lucky he was to spend a little time with Pat, soaking in her feminine presence, without thinking about what was happening. A date? Wow! Never in a million years had he dreamed of having a date with a girl as amazing as her, and never had he ever seriously considered asking Pat out, for fear of crashing and burning. She had always run with the popular crowd (albeit younger than him), definitely out of his league.

"Uh, right, Pat - I'll take good care of you." he stammered, not knowing what else to say. Pat smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek: "Thanks, knight in shining armour. A girl likes to know she can count on a decent guy sometimes."

As they had supper, Dave noticed that a lot of guys were staring at Pat, and he felt a rare sensation of pride in the fact that he was the one having supper with this gorgeous creature. She ate her KFC with her fingers, and drove him a little crazy as she licked each finger clean after she was done. No, he thought - she couldn't be deliberately trying to turn me on. Not Patricia - she just thinks of me as a friend, he told himself.

Back in the car, Pat said "it's early - let's tour around the city a bit before we go dancing. And you need to stop by an ATM to get some cash so you can ply me with wine tonight." They spent the next couple hours touring around the city, and Dave took some great photos of her against the river valley and Edmonton skyline, again marvelling at how pretty she was. At the very least, he thought, I'll be able to show these pics to my buddies and let them think that I'm capable of scoring with such a gorgeous babe. Even if she does what I expect at the end of the night and sends me back to my room alone - I'll have these pictures to feed my fantasies.

Darkness fell as they drove, and Pat asked "still up for some dancing? I could really go for that tonight." "Sure", responded Dave, wondering what kind of expensive club she would suggest - surely somewhere that would siphon all his cash out of his wallet. Pat said "Let's go somewhere we don't have to drive, where it doesn't cost too much - there's a club on the Base within walking distance to the Barracks."

"But isn't that for Corporals and Privates?" asked Dave, ever the rule-bound straight-arrow guy. It was Pat's turn to look confused. "Yeah, but why let silly rules get in the way of a good time?" she asked, with a toss of her straight blonde hair. "Nobody has to know who we are - let's go!"

At that, Dave thought what the hell, and set course for the Base. He parked the car near the men's Barracks, and they walked toward the club. Pat shivered, commenting on how the Northern Alberta summer evenings were always cool. Out of the corner of his eye, Dave caught a glimpse of how her nipples were making twin points on the front of her blouse. Dave took the hint (he may be inexperienced, but he wasn't a total idiot), and put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her toward his warmth. "Mmmm, that helps" she said, as she folded her soft yet firm body into his side. It felt so natural that Dave practically floated along the short walk to the Club.

Inside, Pat pulled away, but not before giving him another peck on the cheek and saying "thanks for keeping me warm - Kim always said you were the most generous and caring guy she knew - I'm beginning to learn that for myself. Now let's find a table, and get dancing - they play great music here!"

The evening passed mostly in a blur for Dave. Pat was quite the dancer, seeming to know just how to match the music. He was fascinated by her body and its fluid grace as she danced, by how the skirt hid just enough of her amazing legs to be even more enticing than a bathing suit, and by the way in which her ample breasts bobbed and swayed in a way that made it impossible to look anywhere else. She caught him looking at her breasts a couple times, and surprised him by smiling and dipping down further as she danced, looking up at him and checking to see if his gaze was directed at her cleavage. Could she be deliberately doing that? This was totally foreign to his virginal experience, but Dave reminded himself that Pat had always been with the ‘in' crowd at school, and he had no doubt her experience with the opposite sex was far more extensive than his.

They took occasional breaks, out of breath from their vigorous dancing. "You're pretty good, twinkle toes" declared Pat, smiling impishly at him. "Really? I feel like I have two left feet next to you", he told her, searching her eyes to see if she was toying with him. "Really!" she declared. "You're graceful and strong - that's what I like in a guy. Now go get us some wine so I can really enjoy this fine evening."

Dave went to the bar and ordered two glasses of red wine. Glancing back at the table, he suddenly came crashing back to Earth as he saw Brett stroll up to the table from behind Patricia. He tapped her on the shoulder, clearly mouthing "let's dance" to her, and grabbing her upper arm as if he owned her. Pat pulled her arm back, removing his fingers with her other hand, and made a ‘go away' gesture with her hand and lips. Paying up quickly, Dave hurried back to the table with the drinks.

"Dave - will you tell your ‘friend' that he's bothering me?" said Pat, looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. "Hey douche", said Brett, ignoring Pat's request, "scram. This babe's way out of your league. Time to back off and let the real men have a turn." Dave surprised himself with what happened next. Without a moment's hesitation, he moved between Pat and Brett, forcing Brett to back off half a step. Pressing his hand into Brett's chest, he applied firm pressure and said "don't make me get physical. She's my friend, and she wants nothing to do with you, asshole."

Brett was totally surprised by Dave's actions. He considered pushing back, but thought better of it, surprised at how strong and determined the usually mild-mannered Dave was, and seeing the bouncer start walking quickly toward the table, looking sternly at him. "Fine, ‘ladies', have a nice night talking about sewing and tea parties. Maybe when she's tired of girl talk she'll come to me for what only a real man can give her." Brett sauntered away, turning back to Pat and blowing her a kiss, going back to the table where he and Andy had been sitting. Dave noted that the two female Privates from the flight were nowhere to be seen; he smiled inwardly at that. The bouncer relaxed and moved back to his post near the door.

"Sorry Pat, - he's a real jerk", explained Dave. "Hey, why are you apologizing?" asked Pat, touching his arm as he handed her the wine glass. "It's just that I always seem to get lumped in with the gang whenever we meet girls, and those guys sure know how to be assholes. Why do you think I don't have a girlfriend? The girls either get snapped up by them, or get driven away by them. Either way I lose."

Pat's face changed into a look he would never forget. It was at once caring, comforting, and (dare he think) almost loving. "Oh, Dave - how could you ever think that a girl would choose them over you? The only ones that would be attracted to them aren't worthy of you! Why, any girl would be privileged to be with you!" Dave just gaped at her, jaw dropping slightly, in a look that was almost comical. "Really?" he stammered, not sure what to say. "Really!" she said, reaching out to take his hand in her small ones. "I've known you for a long time, Dave." He looked surprised and quizzical; she pressed on: "Yes, for years I've been best friends with your little sister. She's one of your biggest fans; many times when boys would treat one of us badly she would talk about how she wished boys would act more like her big brother. She idolizes you, and I got to know and appreciate you through her. As you were leaving for University three years ago, I tried to send you signals that I was interested in you, but you didn't bite. I thought that you must have other girlfriends, and that was why you never looked twice at me."

Dave just stared at her. The rest of the Club was only dimly registering with him as he looked into her eyes. "What? You wanted me to ask you out?" he asked, searching for her reaction. "I never dared to - I mean I never thought..." he stopped, suddenly encouraged as he saw her mouth curl into a glowing smile. "Yes, silly!" declared Pat, "You're the ‘one that got away', Dave. And now I have a second chance."

"No", Dave said, "This is my second chance. Would you like to dance?" as the first good slow song of the night came on. Pat just nodded, and got up, following him onto the dance floor without letting go of his hand.

Dave stopped in the middle of the floor, waiting for her. Pat moved into him, putting her arms around his neck, and slowly pressing her body fully against him for the first time face to face. She felt perfect, Dave thought to himself, as he put his arms around her back and drew her into him. He almost forgot to move to the music as he drank in the experience of having Pat in his arms. This was not just the friendly hug she had given him just this morning (seemed like ages ago, he mused). This was a close physical contact that set all of his senses to high alert.

Dave was very aware of odours: the smell of her subtle perfume mixed with shampoo and a very slight hint of strangely intoxicating light feminine sweat from their earlier efforts on the dance floor. He had never dreamed how such a mix of smell could be so good! He felt her warm breasts flattening against his light summer shirt, and how the front of her hips brushed lightly against his thighs. His hands felt her firm back, one of them resting on the curve of her hip as it flared just above her skirt. Pat moved like a lynx, smoothly and sensuously swaying to the music, making movements that he was quite happy to follow.

Pat pulled her head back slightly from where it was almost resting on his cheek, and he looked directly into her eyes, wondering what was up. She looked into his eyes, a cryptic expression on her face, and he was content to just match her gaze until she spoke: "I love the way your arms make me feel warm and safe, Dave. Last year, the first few days away from my family were sad and lonely. Today, though, I haven't once thought of it - just thinking of how much fun I'm having with you. Just hold me, OK?"

In response, Dave held her even tighter, and Pat leaned her head into the crook of his neck, nuzzling at his ear and giving him a grateful peck on the cheek just ahead of his ear. He closed his eyes, taking in the full experience of this amazing creature he was holding in his arms. "I've had a great day with you too, Pat. I love holding you like this; you feel wonderful!" he said quietly into her ear. She rewarded him with a squeeze, and they danced on in warm silence.

Dave's body was starting to respond to the intense female stimulus he was experiencing. His heart sped up slightly, and a strange fluttery feeling was growing in his stomach. His cock and balls, held in his cotton summer-weight pants loosely by his boxer shorts, started to fill with blood and expand as he took in the sensual overload generated by Patricia's hot, sexy body pressed against him. Suddenly unsure of himself, he instinctively drew his hips back slightly, not wanting her to feel his growing erection. Pat seemed to hesitate slightly in her undulating dance as she noticed the sudden retreat of his hips, then she realized what was happening and actually pressed her own hips forward into him!

No girl had ever done that to him. Dave was too surprised to react intelligently, but he allowed instinct to take over and found himself pressing his lower body firmly into hers, feeling how his penis was now wedged between them, somewhere around where her crotch would be, as one of her legs rubbed between his with each movement to the music. Pat tightened her grip on his neck with her arms, and tilted her head up to him, offering her lips for the first time. Even Dave the virgin was smart enough to understand that signal - he bent down slightly and kissed her, lips slightly parted, both surprised and pleased to find her mouth immediately opening to his, her tongue urgently seeking out his.

Almost forgetting to dance, they shared their first kiss for the remainder of the song, only breaking it off as the music shifted to a fast tune. Dave and Pat stood, arms still wrapped around each other, and shared a mutual searching look into each other's faces. Dave grinned, expressing youthful enthusiasm about how they had just kissed, and Pat returned the smile, breaking the clinch and allowing a hand to trail back to invite him to follow back to their table. Out of the corner of his eye, Dave spotted Brett and Andy at another table across the room, scowling at them. Dave pretended not to notice, and returned his gaze to Pat's backside - taking a moment to look down and marvel at how her sexy ass moved so nicely under her skirt as she walked.

Dave helped Pat into her chair, and she smiled up at him as she sat down. "What - getting all formal on me, now that we've kissed?" she asked, teasingly. Dave sat down, thought a moment with a serious face, and said: "I don't know, I guess I just now realized you are a beautiful young woman - I don't know how you changed, but you've gone from being Pat (Kim's friend) to Pat my Date, and I'm having a bit of a tough time reconciling the two."

"Don't overthink, Dave - just go with it." Pat said, patting his knee. "Kim told me you hadn't been out with many girls the last time I talked with her. I know you're nervous, but hey - it's me, remember?" She hit him with such a dazzling smile he grinned widely in return, basking in the glow of this little minx's sexy aura.

His smile faded suddenly as a realization hit. "Wait a minute - when did you last talk with Kim?" Dave asked, curious. "Oh, I don't know - maybe just before supper?" Pat said with a sly smile, feigning uncertainty. Dave's face changed, recalling the last conversation he and Kim had had; how he had talked about his nervousness around girls, and how he was starting to think that he would never ‘be with one' (his shy coded way of telling his sister that he was still a virgin, which had caused her to suppress a giggle).

"Just what did you two talk about?" Dave asked, in an only part-joking accusation. "Oh, you know - girl stuff", teased Pat. "I told her I had met an interesting guy today at the airport in Halifax; that we had sat together on the flight here, and that he was taking me out dancing tonight! Of course, she wanted to know all the gory details about this handsome young man - I could only string her along for a few minutes before I admitted it was her own big brother!" Pat stopped, looking shy, and continued: "I also told her that I rather liked this amazing guy. And that I would be visiting her soon, with him in tow."

Dave stared, not knowing how to respond. He was torn between embarrassment at what his sister might have said about him to Pat, suddenly worried that his lack of experience and nerdy past might turn her off, and excitement as he realized that Pat seemed as interested in him as he was in her. Patricia seemed to decode his thoughts, reaching out to touch his thigh with her warm little hand. "Dave, you should have heard the two of us on the phone! Kim was so happy that you were finally taking me out on a date that she couldn't stop giggling. She made me promise to be gentle with you, and I said I couldn't help but be nice - you deserve to be treated well."

At that, Pat leaned toward him, offering her lips to him for the second time that evening. Wordlessly, Dave kissed her, any trepidation he had felt instantly evaporating as her hot mouth opened up passionately to him. After several minutes, Pat pulled back, saying "woah - I have to catch my breath. You're a great kisser, Davey boy!"

Dave just smiled, not knowing what to say. "Wanna dance some more before Last Call?" asked Pat, as another slow song came on. Nodding, Dave got up and led her to the dance floor. This time when they came together it was very familiar and natural. They danced for three slow songs in a row, kissing most of the time. The DJ was clearly experienced, making sure that the couples would have maximum slow dance time before they had to leave the Club.

After the last song, the DJ's voice came on, telling everyone it was time to go. "Walk me back to the Barracks?" Pat asked, and Dave nodded. Once outside, he took her under his arm without being asked, as the chilly Northern Alberta air hit them. Shivering slightly, Pat pressed herself hard into his side as they walked quickly the few blocks to the Women's Barracks in the Hospital building.

They hurried into the front door, and Pat turned to hug him, still shivering from the cool night air outside. Three flights above where they stood at the base of the stairs was the door to forbidden Women's Barracks territory.

Dave felt a slight pang as he realized that his evening was over with Pat; this was usually the point where the girl would thank him for a lovely evening and go her own way. Pat, having gained a little warmth from his strong embrace, pulled back and said "it's late and scary in these old buildings. Walk me upstairs." She took his hand and led him up the three flights, stopping in front of the ‘forbidden' signs at the top of the stairs, and melted into him again, turning her face up to his.

They kissed again. Dave was getting used to this - God she was a good kisser. This time, though, it was slightly different. Now that they were alone in a dark stairwell, Pat became even more passionate, allowing her tongue to probe hard against his, and reaching her arms down to stroke his arms and back. Dave took his cue from her, kissing back with increased fervour, and gently, tentatively, exploring her back with his hands.

Patricia trailed her finger along his spine playfully, causing Dave to suck in his breath. She chuckled into his mouth, and opened her eyes to look at him. Sensing a change in her head position, Dave opened his own eyes, to be rewarded with the look of her blue/green eyes staring into his, looking expectant. She simultaneously reached for one of his hands and guided it to the side of her breast, inviting him to feel the soft firm bulge where it was squeezed between their bodies.

Sensing that a line had been crossed, Dave slowly caressed the side of her breast, revelling at how it felt, and slowly moving his hand between their bodies, until he felt the unmistakeable knub of her erect nipple against his thumb. Still kissing him, Pat moaned hotly into his mouth, shivering slightly. Dave had done this sort of thing before, but had never elicited this kind of reaction. He allowed his other hand to roam down past her waist, gently cupping her firm ass-cheek, and pulling her against his now rock-hard erection.

Pat dropped her own hands to cup his bottom, gently kneading the firm muscles of his buttocks, causing his erection to twitch against her belly. She responded to the twitch of his cock by pressing her crotch and belly more firmly against his crotch, her hands now roaming all along his back and stroking the sides of his hips.

Emboldened, Dave now moved his hand from her breast to stroke the exposed cleavage in the vee of her shirt. "Hmmmm", responded Pat, "that's nice." That was all he needed to know. He let his hand slowly slide into the top of her shirt, feeling for the edge of her bra. As his fingers felt the soft, lacy fabric, he then did something he had never done before - he slid his fingers inside her bra and touched her erect nipple. Pat groaned, kissing him even more urgently, encouraging him to twitch the nipple around under his finger. "Not too hard - that feels so good - gentle!" breathed Pat into his mouth.

Dave allowed his fingers to move more gently, marvelling at the feel of her nipple; it seemed to stand out like a little pencil eraser, and he couldn't get over how she was letting him do it. No, not just letting him do it - she was actively encouraging it! This was something he had never experienced, and his mind had not yet caught up with what was happening.

His mind was now starting to fall into the familiar pattern for this kind of situation. This can't last. She will push me away for going too far. At some point she will decide enough is enough and tell me to stop... this self-destructive train of thought came suddenly to an end as Pat's small hand darted around between their bodies and stroked the outside of his pants along his penis, startling him out of his funk.

"Wow!" he exclaimed quietly, with just enough presence of mind to remember they were standing in a stairwell outside the hallway where undoubtedly slept several female officers who would not react nicely to a male voice so visibly excited just outside the forbidden corridor. "Careful - I'll make a mess in my pants!" he breathed.

"How could that be, big strong Dave losing control because of a little girl like me?" Pat teased, pulling back to look into his eyes, as she eased off slightly, but continued to very gently stroke his cock, sliding her hand along the front of his pants. Dave was struck with just how much more she seemed to know what she was doing than him - his own mental state was now bordering on panic. Here they were, in the Base Hospital building, groping each other, when at any moment someone could come in. There would be hell to pay if they were caught - the Military was very strict about their off-limits zones for men and women, and Dave wasn't used to shading the rules like this. But it felt so right! God, did her hand ever feel good, and he really did like the feel of her wonderful breast inside her bra.

The gloom of the stairwell was suddenly pierced by red flashing lights, and the sound of the Base ambulance pulling up at the front door caused them both to stop kissing. Dave, startled, pulled his hand out of her shirt, and backed away. "We could get in trouble - I can't be here" whispered Dave, his breath ragged with excitement. "You're right - we could get caught too easily", agreed Patricia.

Dave was sure the fun was over. Reluctantly, he turned to Pat, catching clear glimpses of her rock-hard nipples pressing out against her shirt with every flash of the ambulance lights: "I have to leave." He moved dumbly back toward the stairs, holding one of her hands, thinking that he needed to get out of there before he was caught where he shouldn't be. Pat, rather than letting go, gripped his hand tightly, and tugged at it, pulling him back toward her.

Confused, Dave stopped with one foot on the stairs, and the other at the top, as she pulled open the door to the Barrack room corridor, and pulled his arm, motioning for him to follow her. ‘Holy fuck!!!!" thought Dave, looking around wide-eyed, checking for signs of light under any of the doors, and terrified one might burst open and a 200 lb female Warrant Officer would rip his balls off and kick him down the stairs.

Pat tip-toed down the hall, stopping at the second door on the left, and unzipped her purse, fumbling for the key. Quietly she unlocked the door, and moved inside, holding the door for him to follow. Dave closed the door gently behind himself, now standing in a Spartan Barrack block room, penis erect and throbbing in his pants, and gorgeous sexy Pat standing in the semi-darkness, nipples standing out against her shirt, looking expectantly at him.

She put her finger to her lips, making a shush gesture, and moved toward him. Dave took her in his arms again, and kissed her wonderful yielding mouth again. Pat's hands trailed down his back and into his pants, sliding past the bottom of his shirt and then into his boxers. He could feel her fingers, hot against his ass, as she cupped him and pulled him into her. All pretext of decorum was gone - nobody was looking, and Dave was finally convinced that Pat wanted him - almost as badly as he wanted her.

Dave reached down her back and pulled up her short skirt, feeling her panty-clad ass, and ran his hands along the side of her thighs. She moaned in approval, and ground her crotch against his. Dave (for the very first time) reached around to the waistband of her panties, and tentatively probed his fingers toward her crotch. Patricia pushed less urgently against his hips to allow his fingers easy access (!!! - never had he imagined a girl would do this!), and he felt the edge of her pubic hair. Pat pressed her crotch up slightly, as if trying to hump his hand, and he continued pushing his fingers downward into her soft curls.

Suddenly, he felt a slick moistness against his fingers, and one of them poked unexpectedly into her wet slit. Pat shuddered against him, knees buckling slightly and ragged breath escaping her mouth, as he inadvertently grazed her clit. Fascinated, he slowly (and gently, taking his cue from her reaction) moved his middle finger into her cunt, picking up some moisture, then back to her clit, stroking very lightly, amazed at how hot and wet she was. He could only imagine how this could feel to his penis - was it tonight? Could this really be happening?

Dave's concentration was again disturbed as Pat moved one of her hand from his ass, still inside his boxers, toward his raging erection. With what was undoubtedly experience, she gently cupped his balls and stroked from the base toward the tip of his cock, causing it to twitch and him to buck in reaction.

"Steady, big guy" breathed Pat into his ear. "Don't get too excited too fast." "Uhngh, I can't help it" stammered Dave, bucking again as she swirled some precum around his circumcised helmet with her thumb. Dave barely noticed as she continued to circle his cockhead gently, but Pat was rhythmically humping his hand in her vagina, gently pressing her clit and pubic bone against his hand as she pressed her hips into him, keeping his hand wedged between their bodies.

Pat could tell he was nearing the point of no return; she let go of his penis, and moved to undo his belt. Dave was stunned! For years he had dreamed of how he would undress a woman to have sex with her, and now something totally unexpected was happening - she was undressing him! Pat got his belt undone, and somehow managed to get his pants unbuttoned, pulling his zipper down in one fluid movement. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and started to tug them down over his hips; Dave recovered enough from his surprise to wiggle a bit and help her out.

Freed from his pants, his erect penis now tented out his boxers, and Pat (still grinding her wet slit slowly against his hand) looked down at the bulge. "Nice", she said, "just like I imagined it."

"You imagined it?" Dave asked, dumbfounded. "Uh huh", breathed Pat, now reaching into the slit in his boxers, "of course I did. I used to fantasize about you a lot." Dave couldn't believe his ears. "I never knew", he gasped, reacting physically to her renewed stroking of his cock. "I always thought you were too involved in your popular gang to even notice me."

"Don't you know how girls look up to older boys?" she asked. "So much cooler than guys your age - and you were so aloof, what with your studying and glider flying." Dave just shook his head, incredulous.

"Uh", he said, hesitating. "I'm not, I mean I don't know, ... I mean" he looked pained, trying to figure out how to tell her it was his first time, all the time afraid to say anything. If he told her, maybe she'd laugh, or maybe if he didn't tell her she would be grossly disappointed by his ineptitude that she would kick him out of the room.

Sensing his discomfort, and understanding exactly what he was trying to say, Pat put a finger to his lips, stopping his uneasy stutter. "I know - just relax, and I'll show you what to do."

Wow, he thought. Kim must have told her. And the amazing thing was Pat seemed to be making it her mission to rectify the situation! Pat moved away from him, starting to unbutton her shirt. She motioned to him to do the same, and he hurriedly complied, almost ripping off the buttons in his excitement. In no time, she had unzipped her short skirt and kicked off her shoes, and Dave also removed his socks and shoes, standing unsteadily inches from her.

Pat looked at his face in the moonlight that came softly through the crack in the blinds. Dave marvelled at how beautiful she was looking up at him with her wide-open eyes, and he quivered as her arms came out and gently grabbed him at the waist. He gazed further down at her breasts that were barely contained within a lacy white bra, seeing how her nipples were still erect and poking at the fabric, and noticing how he was just able to make out the pinkish circles of her areola under the lace. Below her bra her creamy white skin flared out to her panty-clad hips; he could also just make out the slight uneven patch where her pubic hair was covered by the thin fabric. For the first time, almost naked, he could smell an odour that he would never forget - hot, excited pussy! It was on his fingers, and it was wafting up in little puffs from her panty-clad crotch, intoxicating him.

Pat pushed him gently toward the single bed, forcing him to back up. "Lie on your back." He backed into the bed, taking his eyes away from this nearly-naked goddess just enough to avoid killing himself if he tripped over a suitcase or something getting into bed, and lay back. She moved cat-like to straddle him, her panty-clad crotch just over his belly button, looking down at him in the moonlight.

Pat leaned down and kissed him, gently and slowly probing his mouth. He let his hands move up along her sides until each cupped a breast outside her bra. Pat, without breaking the kiss, reached her hands back and fiddled with her bra clasp, and Dave felt the lacy white material go loose in his hands. He reached up and helped her pull the straps off of her shoulders, fascinated by the revealing of her perfect breasts, white tan lines visible now, with large round areolas punctuated by rock-hard nipples. The nipples were slightly puffed out from her breasts, and Dave was also amazed to see how the shape of her breasts changed as she leaned over him. He reached for the twin globes, gently squeezing them and feeling her nipples against his hands; Pat gave a low moan as they continued to kiss. "That feels wonderful", she breathed quietly into his mouth. "Now slide off your boxers."

"I don't have..." he trailed off, all the sex-ed scare lectures resonating in his head suddenly. "It's OK - I'm on the pill" said Pat. "Stop worrying, silly - I know what I'm doing!" Dave finally took the hint, and busied himself pulling his boxers down, kicking them onto the floor. Pat helped him out, raising herself up on her knees, allowing him room to get his boxers down. His penis sprang up between their bodies, demanding attention. Pat reached down and took it gently in one hand, breaking the kiss as she did, and sat up now on his thighs, his cock poking up just in front of her pantied crotch.

Dave was in heaven! Pat, beautiful, wonderful Pat, was now almost totally naked, sitting astride him, her gorgeous breasts undulating gently with the movement of her hand, as she stroked his cock slowly. It was all he could do not to explode in her hand, but his one remaining ‘control' neuron was telling him to wait, at least for another few seconds. "God, you're gorgeous!" he said quietly, afraid to speak too loudly for fear of being overheard through the thin Barracks walls. Patricia smiled broadly at the compliment: "You're pretty hunky yourself, Dave!"

She stopped stroking him, reaching for her panties. Raising herself up on her toes, she slid them down her hips slightly, then lifted one leg and then the other, discarding them on the floor. Dave smelled the odour of wet pussy even more strongly now - did it ever smell wonderful, he thought.

Pat sat down on his thighs again, and Dave's eyes were riveted on her brown/blonde pubic hair - he had never seen a real live pussy, and now here was one just inches from his aching erect cock. He reached for her, again touching her breasts, and she smiled gently down at him. "This won't hurt a bit" she teased, leaning forward and kissing him quickly. She reached one hand down to grab his penis, pointing it. Dave suddenly realized what she was doing, and stopped breathing, waiting and hoping. Pat allowed her thighs to relax, dropping her crotch slowly toward his waiting cock.

Dave looked down, fascinated. He saw her hand encircling his purple cockhead, partially obscured by her swaying breasts, and the hint of pubic hair along her flat belly. Her hand adjusted the angle of his cock slightly, and he saw and felt the tip graze the outside of her slit. Dave's hips bucked slightly upward, uncontrollably. Pat raised herself immediately, looking down at his face. "Let me - just go with it at first - I'll let you know when it's your turn to do something."

Dave gulped and nodded, wanting with every fibre of his being to plunge his aching cock into her wet pussy. The only thing stopping him was the desire to do it right the first time - he trusted Pat to know what to do, and he wanted above all not to screw it up and ruin the experience for both of them. That much he had read about - how if the woman wasn't ready it could be painful for her. Having no idea how to tell, Dave decided to let Pat take the lead.

She smiled gently, and moved her crotch back down, until once again her slick pussy was just touching his cock head. Dave's face contorted in pleasure as he felt the hot, moist lips partly envelop the head of his cock - can it get any better, he wondered? He looked away from where their bodies were almost joined to her lovely face, seemingly glowing in the moonlight. Pat's eyes were now slightly hooded, a look of concentration on her face, as she adjusted her hips slightly, and allowed his cock to stroke a few times along the outside of her vaginal lips, coating his penis with a fine layer of pussy juice. It felt wonderful to Dave, and it was all he could do not to just ram inside...

Pat seemed to have come to a decision. Eyes almost closed now, mouth slightly open, with her breath becoming slightly ragged from excitement, she helped his cock head slip inside the entrance to her vagina. Dave was totally absorbed in sensation now, oblivious to everything outside of the few square inches where his cock was slowly being swallowed up by her wonderful cunt. Pat rocked back and forth slowly, gently, allowing his cock to enter a fraction deeper with each cycle. Within a few seconds (but what seemed like hours to Dave), she tilted her hips back fully, taking his cock inside her to the hilt.

Pat groaned as Dave's penis spread her cunt lips and pushed deep inside her vagina. She felt like a huge emptiness inside her had been filled; Pat didn't have a lot of experience with sex, but the few guys she had slept with had given her some notion of what worked. And this was definitely working for her! Pat very slowly moved up and forward, relishing the feeling of his rigid cock sliding slowly outward of her vagina. She was controlling her movement (and making sure Dave stayed still for now) by balancing on her knees and placing her hands on his broad, strong shoulders. Sweet, sweet Dave, she thought - he is clearly trying his damndest to follow her lead, even though she could feel in the way his cock throbbed and his hips were trembling that his body just wanted to ram hers repeatedly. That will come soon enough, she thought - but she had learned to like it slow and gentle at first.

Dave looked up again at Pat's angelic face. It was framed by her pageboy hair, now draped forward along the sides of her face, and waving gently as she moved ever so slowly fore and aft along his rigid cock. Her breasts were beautiful; they hung down from her almost horizontal torso. He had never seen bare breasts like this before. He was fascinated by how they filled out as she leaned forward, swaying back and forth, begging to be touched. Which he did, of course! He reached up and cradled their soft weight in each hand, instinctively thumbing the nipples and enjoying the way the stimulus made her bite her lower lip, eyes still half-closed. "God you're sexy, Pat!" he exclaimed without thinking. Her eyes widened and looked into his, mouth turning up into a sly smile, and said "You're just saying that because I put your penis in my vagina - I bet you'd say that to anyone who let you fuck her." Dave shook his head ‘no' so vigorously and so earnestly, that Pat burst out laughing (quietly, so as not to be overheard by other Barracks residents). "No, I mean it - everything about you is just so, so..." words failed him.

Pat responded by leaning down further to kiss him deeply and passionately. "No more talk" she said "now it's your turn to move if you want." Dave started moving his hips up and forward, thrusting as deeply as he could into her, aching each time she withdrew slightly. He moved his hands from her breasts onto her ass, urging her to speed up, and forcing his body up into hers, accelerating the rhythm. Pat, still kissing him, started making little panting noises into his mouth as his rigid length slammed rapidly and repeatedly into her very core. "Yuh, Uuh, Yeah - like that!" she managed.

After a few strokes, Dave pulled back a little too far, and his cock popped out of Pat's vagina. Embarrassed and desperate, he frantically raised his hips, trying to get back inside, and worried that she would be disappointed with his lack of experience. "Sorry - I'm not very good at this..." he trailed off. "Dave, you're doing just fine - I love the way you fell inside me. Let me help." At that, she reached back, found his straining penis, and reinserted it inside her wet cunt. "Now get back to work" she teased, and he continued to stroke slowly in and out. Pat seemed to be enjoying this as much as he was. Her head was down, a look of concentration on her face, trailing her free hand now over his chest. "That's good, Dave. Faster now. Don't worry about me. Do what feels good for you."

Dave needed no further instruction. His thighs corded with the strain, buttocks firm, as he now pushed fast and hard into her hot vagina, feeling the rising fullness of semen in his balls and at the base of his cock. Pat sensed his urgency, and leaned down to kiss him, her mouth hot and wide open, leaving Dave with the feeling that he was being totally absorbed into her. "Oh, oh, oh, aaaannnhhhh!" he groaned, as several spurts of cum sprayed out of his penis and into her yielding cunt. His hips jerked in uncontrolled spasms as his orgasm hit him full force, like he had never felt before. Fuck! This was so much better than jerking off! He pushed as far and as hard as he could into her cunt and held himself there, allowing the last of the semen to seep out of his cock and into her hot moist tunnel.

Pat allowed her body to relax and fall fully onto his, but keeping his cock inside her. Their bodies fit perfectly together, she mused - as if it they belonged together. She stopped kissing him and tilted her head up slightly, stroking his sweaty forehead gently with the fingers of one hand. Patricia smiled expectantly at him, and said "that was wonderful - how was your first time?" "Oh God, Pat - way more awesome than my wildest dreams. And I'm so glad it was with you... - thanks!"

"You're welcome", she said, kissing him on the cheek and nuzzling into his strong neck. Then, in a mock serious tone, she said: "Now I have some good news and some bad news." Dave stiffened, wondering what she was getting at. "Uh, OK... good news first" he said tentatively.

Smiling, she rolled onto her side on the single bed, allowing his semi-rigid penis to pop out of her cunt with a wet plop as she moved. She raised herself on one elbow, trailing a finger along his chest and down to where his cock lay on his lower stomach.

"Well, the good news is you won't be spending much money on gas for the next few days - I won't be looking to be driven around town while I wait for my apartment to be ready." Dave was suddenly crestfallen. Damn! Could she really have been so disappointed with his performance that she no longer wanted to see him? Pat, seeing his frown, realized he had no idea what she was getting at. "OK, here's the bad news - but I think you'll like it." Dave's frown turned into confusion.

"The bad news is that you, Cadet Dave, are confined to Barracks for multiple offences. Firstly, you have penetrated into a forbidden female Barracks zone, and have ravished a young woman in her room. Secondly, you have failed to finish your mission with her - you have left her wanting much more!"

Dave grinned like a schoolboy; he liked where this was going! "So how long is my sentence, and where do I serve it?" he asked. Pat smiled down at him and announced: "As long as it takes - and in your case, it could be several days. Until then, you are only allowed out of my bed to get us food and water, and you will be suffering severe sleep deprivation, because I will be jumping your bones regularly. Are you up to it?"

Dave feigned a serious look. "I'll try to make amends, ma'am. Only I can't promise to get you much food or water - all I want to do is stay in bed with you!"

As they kissed, Dave's cock rising to full attention again, they both had the same thought: second chances do occur.