First One-night Stand

First time writing for public consumption. Please be constructive.

I (20M) am living in the Air Force dorms on Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage, AK and it's the late-1980's. This is my first one-night stand story:

There are 3 of us, Steve, Tim, and I, that live in a 2+2 'suite' in the dorms. Steve and Tim share a 'room' that's about 400 sq ft. and I have another room that's the same size. I don't have a roommate right now, so I'm luckier than most.

Our rooms are connected by a small hall that has access to a bathroom with a shower and toilet. It's kind of like a 'Jack and Jill bedroom' set up.

It's Friday night and there are no parties in the Base dorms that we know of so I say, 'Let's go to the 18 and up dance club in town and see if we know anyone there.' I enjoy dancing. I like the idea that I can move my body to music, and it's only restrained by me.

Since we were all under 21. There are two 'clubs' in town we can get into. One of them is a topless 'bar' that's BYOB, but they keep your booze behind the bar and sell you mixers, if you want to drink and be in there.

The other club is a dance club that doesn't serve alcohol, and you couldn't bring any in either. There are really no other options for 16-21 y/o's in town to go to dance, so this place is it. I have been there a couple of times and it's not a bad place in general, it's just full of kids that have no place else to go to dance, not a bad thing, just not like a 'real' club where you would go to try and hook up for the night and/or drink.

So... Steve, Tim, and I, pile into my 1970 Olds Cutlass 2-door and head to the 16-21 club.

We get to the club and pay for our cover. The place is busy. There are probably 150 people in a place about the size of Spencer's Gifts. We grab a table and are scanning the room to see if we know anyone there. I recognize a couple of people that I know from the base, but not too many.

A guy walks up to me and asks, 'Are you the guy driving the Olds with the dragon mural on the hood I saw drive in?'

I start to worry about my car because this isn't the 'best' part of town, 'Yeah, why?'

He sees my panic and says, 'Oh, no... I'm Don and I saw you driving in, and I think your car is cool as hell. I just wanted to know if you race it?'

Don and I start talking about muscle cars and two girls walk up.

'Hey, this is Marcie and her best friend Brandy.'

Marcie is about five-foot four, skinny, pretty, and blonde. Brandy was about five-foot six and what we'll call 'thick'. Not fat, just curvy. She wasn't super pretty, maybe average, and had curly dirty blond hair that came to her shoulder blades in the back.

'It was cool talking to you. We're going to go dance.'

Bandy slowly turns away, looking me in the eye until the last second.

'Wow...', I said to myself.

I'm in a little shock; I've been in Alaska for about 18 months and haven't had sex with anyone in this time. Hell, I haven't even had any dates.

But we're at the club and I'm going to dance, if I can find someone to dance with.

I'm not really having any luck with finding someone to dance with. I've asked 4 different girls, and they all shot me down. One girl even did that 'snobby-bitch hair flip thing'. 'Fuck you too.' I mumble as I'm walking away.

I see one of the guys I know from base. So, I walk over and start bullshitting and smoking cigarettes.

Don, Marcie, and Brandy walk up to the small group I'm with and Don and I start talking about cars. We all end up sitting in a booth, telling stories, smoking Marlboro Reds, and having general fun.

After about ten minutes the four of us, me and my new 'friends', move out to the dance floor and start dancing. I look around for Tim and Steve, just wondering where they are. I see them off to the side, just kind of standing around and not really interacting w/ anyone, but that's on them.

The four of us on the floor are having a good time. It's obvious that Don and Marcie are just barely not having sex on the dancefloor. During one of the slower songs, Marcie steps up to Don and straddles his leg while he's standing. She's doing everything in her power to turn him on. She's slithering and grinding on his leg and he's responding with the same.

I look back at Brandy, and she steps close. I hadn't noticed before, but she has pretty eyes. I really look at her body as I start to put my hands around her waist to 'slow' dance. She's easily a C-cup, she has almond shaped brown eyes, and the beginnings of the pouty lips that, growing a couple of years older, will be called dick-sucking-lips.

'How old are you?' I ask. 'Because I know that kids under 18 can get in here.'

'I just turned 20. I can't go dancing anywhere else in town, because I'm too young and my parents don't care if I come here because there's no alcohol.'

'You still live with your folks?' I wondered if I was dancing with a girl that was living with her folks out of necessity or because she was a 'good girl' and dancing was all that would ever happen. I wasn't very hopeful; my luck has never been very good.

'Yeah, I have a part-time job, but I can't quite swing being on my own yet. I'm staying at Don's tonight with Marcie. He's got a 1-bedroom place with a small living room and a kitchen. It's not very big, but it's nice enough to sleep in after dancing and drinking. By the haircut, I can tell you're Military, are you Air Force or Army?

'I'm in the Air Force. I've been here about a year and a half. I'm in the dorms and haven't come downtown very often. I work, watch tv and every couple of weeks, or so, I drive around the 'downtown loop' to see who I might know. There are enough parties on base that I really don't have to leave very often.' I explained.

'Well, maybe you can start coming out more.' She said and leaned her head in and rested it on my chest.

I'm starting to get a semi, and I must be careful how I move. I'm wearing Wrangler jeans tight enough to count the change in my pockets and a 'polo' shirt.

She's also wearing tight jeans and a dark colored blouse. I can't tell what color because the dance floor lights keep strobing and color-shifting.

Brandy and I stay on the floor for another song or two, and her body language is changing. She's moving closer to me. Moving more suggestively. Touching me as the music moves us.

We take a break for a couple of songs and get some Cokes to drink and stand under the big industrial fans hanging in the back of the place trying to cool off.

After a couple of songs, we head right back onto the floor and dance more. I'm finally having a good time. I'm being more forward with my touches. I've started to hold her hips when she turns her back on me. When the music slows down, I pull her in tight and let her feel how excited I am.

She's not pulling away. In fact, she starts to grind against me. Brandy leans in, right up against my ear, 'I want you to come to Don's place tonight.'

'I don't know.' I stammer. 'I'm the ride for my buddies.'

This is really new territory for me. I'm Scott-Irish and German buy genetic heritage, six-foot tall, I weigh about 190 pounds, have blonde hair with the 'military haircut' we all have. I'm not a 'bodybuilder' 190, I'm 'football player' 190. No real taper from my shoulders to my waist but I've worn an XL shirt since 9th grade because I have very broad shoulders.

I've never thought of myself as good looking and I'm not a 'ladies' man' that other guys in the dorms are. I've never thought of myself as a 'good looking' guy. When I had sex, it had been w/ girls that were not good looking or were desperate. I had not had a lot of sex, but I wasn't a complete novice either. So, when a girl, at a club, said that she wanted to take me home??? I was sooooo down for that., but I'm in shock and reeling.

As if on que, I notice Tim & Steve walking up to the rail around the dance floor and yell at me over the music.

Steve: 'HEY, we wanna leave. This place sucks.'

I look over at Brandy and shrug: 'I'm their ride. I guess I have to go.'

Brandy looks at Don and says: 'Can we give him a ride home later?'

Don: 'Sure.'

I don't even wait for Brandy to start turning back at me, and I'm grabbing the keys from my pocket, and tossing the keys to Steve, 'Don't get a ticket and don't wreck my car!!!'

Steve and Tim are staring at me in disbelief, I just wave at them with what I'm sure was the goofiest shit eating grin on my face.

As I'm turn back to Brandy, I figure it's either now or never and I lean in for a kiss. I don't want to be overly aggressive so I'm leaning slowly. Brandy leans her head back and closes her eyes slowly.

I'm putting my lips on hers and she inhales sharply while she pulls me in close by my belt loops.

I only kiss her for about three or four seconds and when I start to pull back she leans into me, trying to make it last longer.

'I don't think we can keep kissing here.' I point to the DJ booth where the DJ and Security guy are looking at us and they DO NOT look happy. That's when I realize that I hadn't seen anyone else in this place kiss.

Then I remember the 'rules' of the place.

No Alcohol

No Fighting

No Kissing

No 'Sexual' Dancing

I thought the Kissing and Dancing rules were strict, but it's their place where they can make all the rules they want.

I found out later that the place was 'sponsored' by one of the largest churches in Anchorage and they had had some issues with sixteen-year-old girls having sex with eighteen- and nineteen-year-old guys.

We danced a while longer and decided to head out. Don, Marcie in the front seat and Brandy and me in the back.

We start to pull out of the parking lot and I look over at Brandy. She's already looking at me. I lean in and I kiss her. She seems a little shy here. I mean, on the dance floor she was grinding my leg, and we kissed. Now she feels... hesitant.

I pull away and whisper in her ear, 'Am I assuming too much?'

'No... I just... In the car... I don't know...'

With the greatest willpower I've had to this point in my life, I pull back more and say, 'No problem.' adjusting myself and sitting fully in my seat.

We're riding along for a few minutes and Don lights up a smoke. I'm thinking about asking for one, but I don't. I just reach over and put my hand on Brandy's and just give it a small squeeze.

I want to let her know that I'm not mad.

I want to let her know I understand, friends in the front seat, just met this guy, taking him 'home'...

I just stay quiet, listening to the music and keep my hand on hers.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Brandy pulls my hand and twist/flips her body and is straddling me in the backseat. She takes my hand and puts it on her tit, leans in and really KISSES me for the first time.

I take my other hand and put it into the small of her back and pull her to me. I've been ROCK HARD since we got in the car and I want her to feel it.

The tiniest groan comes from her and she rocks her hips forward. I feel how hot her crotch is.

We kiss and rock for about a min or two when Marcie turns around in her seat and says, 'Hey! No 'baby makin' in the back seat.'

Brandy turns her head, flips her the bird, and says laughing, 'Fuck off, don't be jealous.'

They both laugh and I hear Don coughing out his cigarette smoke.

Hope: 'My 18-month drought may be over.'

Fear: 'I may have the worst case of blue balls in all of mankind if this falls apart.'

Don's place is almost like a town house, but it's more run down. I call them 'multi-plex' houses. Eight houses all side-by-side. A duplex, but there's eight of them.

We park across the street, against the curb, a little way down from his place. It's quiet, I mean it's one in the morning so, duh, but there's no music or other noise from the other houses. As we're walking across the street, Don is saying something about having to be relatively quiet, because his neighbors on both sides work early in the mornings and blah, blah, blah. I was distracted by Brandy's hand on my ass.

We get inside, Don, Marcie, and Brandy head to the kitchen and get drinks. I grab a beer, and we start to drink some.

Don turns on his stereo, low but we can hear it.

In the 20-30 minutes we've been here, we've finished six to eight beers and a couple of shots each. These are not 'amateur' drinkers. I'm not a 'pro' drinker, but I'm an 'established' weekend drinker and they're pushing me a little faster than I'm used to. I'm willing, but I'll have to slow down or I'm going to get sloppy fast.

Brandy says that she wants to take a quick shower and walks to the bathroom just down the hall.

This is a one bedroom, one bath place. The one room and bathroom are on one end/side and the kitchen and living room are on the other end/side. Nice enough place for a single guy.

Don, Marcie, and I are all talking about ourselves. Where we're from, jobs, families, all the regular boring stuff new people talk about with each other.

I found out that Don is 21 and Marcie will turn 21 in a couple of weeks. I ask about Brandy and who she is. She has had boyfriends, but nothing 'serious'. She's shy but Marcie seems to be holding back a little when talking about how much she and Brandy 'party'. Marcie tells me that she and Brandy have been friends for most of their lives.

Brandy comes out after about fifteen minutes with her damp dirty-blonde hair hanging in light curls around her shoulders. She's in some loose flannel pajamas, I mean we're in Alaska. Flannel 'jammies are the norm.

She looks good to me, she's not some drop dead beauty, but she's pretty, friendly, and fun to talk to and be around.

As she's walking toward me, she looks over at Don and says, 'Hey, do you have some blankets that we can sleep on?'

'Oh, shit... Yeah. Marcie, give me a hand in the bedroom, grabbing them.'

Marcie and Don pop up and walk to the bedroom.

Brandy walks up to me and stands right in front of where I'm sitting on the couch. She's blocking me from getting up, standing between my legs as I'm sitting.

'Do you go home with girls very often?' she asks while she's staring in my eyes.

She's running her fingers along the waistband of her pj bottoms, looking both seductive and nervous.

'I've never gone home with any girl before. I may have had chances in the past, but I'm a little slow on reading people's intentions and body language.' I answer honestly.

She bends at the waist, letting me see down her pj top, and kisses me. She puts a hand on my thigh and the other on my shoulder as our passion starts to build in the kiss.

As Marcie steps back into the living room she says, 'Hey! Nice ass.' talking about Brandy sticking her ass out while she's kissing me.

Brandy breaks the kiss and turns to Marcie, 'Yeah well, we can't all have that tiny-flat thing, YOU call an ass.' This seems to be an old joke between them, and they both laugh.

Brandy and Marcie lay out three or four blankets on the floor. Leaving a couple to cover up with when we decide to sleep.

'Hey, Don. Do you have any sweats or something I can change into? I want to get a shower too and I don't want to put these sweaty jeans back on?' I ask.

'Sure. Come on.'

I stand up, adjusting my semi hard-on. As I walk by Brandy, I 'accidentally' brush her ass. She swings her head around and then slaps my ass.

Taking my shower, fast, making sure that my dick is as clean as it can be. I'm not super experienced, but I'm pretty sure a stinky, sweaty dick and balls is a turn off.

I don't bother with my underwear and put on the sweats that Don let me borrow. I put my shirt back on, more out of my modesty than anything else. I'm shy and don't have the confidence to just walk around with my shirt off.

When I come out of the bathroom to the living room, Brandy has a cold beer for me. Don and Marcie are sitting at the little table in the kitchen area, and we all start talking about just general stuff.

Brandy and I are standing side by side against the counter and I have my hand slowly sliding between the top of her ass and the middle of her back under her pj top. I'm trying to be smooth, but I'm so horny that I can feel and hear my heart pounding in my ears.

I'm not sure what happens, but Marcy's eyes widen, and she stands up saying, 'Come on, Don. Let's go lay down.'

Don, looking confused, stands up with his beer and follows Marcy down the hall to the bedroom.

As soon as I hear the bedroom door close, Brandy gets in front of me effectively 'pinning' me to the counter.

I put down my beer and run my hands up the sides of her neck and cup her head into mine. Kissing deeply, I can feel her tit's pressing into my chest. She has her arms around my body, hands on my back, running them up and down slowly.

One of my hands finds its way under the front of her top and I finally get a feel of her tits. Soft, pliable, and warm.

Breaking our kiss, I lift her shirt, bend down, and begin kissing her nipple. It's soft at first but hardens almost instantly to a pencil eraser hard nub.

I feel her head fall back as I hear a sigh/moan escape her.

I put a hand on her ass and pull her up and into me, as I start to suck on her nipple.

She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls me in harder.

That's all the encouragement I need. I suck harder and lightly close my teeth on her hard-erect nipple. Not large amounts of pressure, just enough to give the hint of pain.

After I switch back and forth between her tit's a couple of times. I start to put the hand that isn't on her ass between her thighs and slide it up.

Even through the flannel, I can feel the damp heat coming from her pussy.

She starts to rock her hips, slowly grinding my hand into her slit.

I'm starting to get uncomfortable being bent over, so I stand up and quickly put my hands under her armpits and lift her. She instinctively wraps her legs around my waist and start kissing me deeply and hard.

My blood is really pumping now and I'm starting to feel aggressive. I make my way to the couch and drop her, almost throw her, onto the couch length wise.

As she bounces on the cushions, her top slides up and exposes her from the waist to just under her tits. It feels like a switch snap on, or off depending on how you see it, and I almost attack her.

My blood is starting to boil, I want to pounce, but I kneel at her side and start kissing her stomach. I make my way to her waistline, kissing her belly button on the way.

I take my right hand and put it under her pj bottoms and over her panties to cup her mound, lightly touching her pussy and clit.

She reacts by rotating her hips to try and move my hand lower, deeper. Who am I to prevent a lady from getting what she wants?

I move my head up her body and start kissing her neck while I slide my hand to the side of her panties. I move them out of my way and put my middle finger to the top of her pussy. Starting to slide it up and down at the entrance to her.

She's rocking her hips to my movements trying to increase the speed. To go faster, but even at my young age I know that the slow build can be better.

I'm slowly applying more and more pressure to her labia and clit with each rocking motion. Feeling the wetness increase to a wonderful slickness.

When I move my mouth to hers, she takes her left hand and cradles my head to hers. I feel her take her right hand and move it to her left tit and, when I open my eyes to glance, I see her pinching and rolling her nipple.

She's breathing heavy, rocking, and starting to sweat from the exertion. I'm sweating too, not just from the exertion, but from nerves and excitement.

The pace I'm rubbing starts to increase to match her rocking motions. I'm applying enough pressure now that I have to be careful not to slam my finger into her willing pussy. I'm just rubbing her clit and lips.

She breaks the kiss long enough to beg hoarsely, 'Just the clit... Please...'

I focus my efforts on the pressure and the circles I'm making around her clit.

She freezes. Sucks in a huge breath and BUCKS HARD against my hand twice... Three... Four times.

I can feel her lips pulsing.

I'm starting to get scared; she's not breathing. Her eyes are open. Mouth gaping.

Her breathing starts again, huge bursting, gasping things. She's not screaming but the sound is related to that.

I haven't moved my hand from her pussy. I've just stopped and watched.

Her eyes roll over to me and she pulls me in for another set of kisses. My dick couldn't get any harder if it were made of steel.

Breaking our kiss she says, 'That was exactly what I needed.'

She pushes herself up and swings her legs to the floor and stands up. She wobbles for a second and laughs.

'Easy now.' she laughs.

I attempt to steady her and she lightly slaps my hand away. 'I'm a big girl. I can stand on my own. I haven't drunk THAT much.'

As she's steadying herself, she says, 'I want you to sit on the couch.'

I pull my shirt off and sit on the edge of the couch.

She also pulls her top off, slides her bottoms to the floor and steps out of them. Her panties are still on. They're a light cotton material, that contrasts her slightly darker skin.

I don't see any hair. 'Is she bald below or just trimmed?' flashes through my head at the speed of light.

She steps up to me and kneels at my feet. I'm able to kiss her again easily as she slides her hands up my thighs. When she reaches my waist band, she starts to pull it down.

I sit back and lift my hips for her to get my pants off.

She scoots between my legs on her knees, puts her hand around my cock, and, looking me in the eye, slides my cock in her mouth.

I slide my eyes closed and concentrate, very hard, on not blowing my load after 10 seconds.

To slow it down, I sit up, pull her head off my dick, and kiss her. I know there are guys that get squeamish about kissing after head but, if I haven't cum in her mouth, it doesn't bother me.

She looks at me with confusion and asks, 'Was I doing something wrong?'

'Oh god, no. I'm just going to explode in your mouth, and I don't want to do that just yet.'

'Oh.' she says. 'In that case, let's just fuck and get it over with. Then I can take my time on getting you up for round two.'

I scramble for my jeans to get the condom I have in my wallet.

Ever since I was about 13 or 14, I've carried condoms in my wallet. Changing them out every few months.

She takes the condom from my hand and puts it on my dick for me while we kiss and continue to feel each other's bodies.

When she's ready, she turns her back to me and gets on all fours. She's on the blankets we've got laid out and I get behind her.

I start to reach down to pull her panties off and she looks back at me and says, 'Just move them over. I want you in me.'

I hook my finger on the leg opening and pull them to the side. Her panties are wet, and her pussy looks perfectly wet also.

I slide my condom covered dick, up and down the length of her pussy and slowly press into her.

I don't get halfway in and she rocks back, hard. And I bottom out against her pussy wall.

She grunts and drops to her elbows and starts to fuck me.

I start moving to get into her rhythm. The condom helps with me not cumming too fast, but this really isn't going to last very long for me.

I have my hands on her hips and are using them to keep our pace.

She puts one of her arms under herself and I can feel her fingers on my balls, between her legs.

THAT IS ALL IT TAKES.

I drive forward and she loses balance on her one arm and falls. I fall on her still jerking my hips, trying to push my hips through her.

My body doesn't care that I have a condom on, it's trying to push cum into her as far as it will go.

When I come back to my senses, I slide my dick out (making sure to hold the condom in place) and roll to my side.

Brandy wiggles closer and puts an arm on my chest.

A min or so later, I get up and go to the bathroom to clean up and get rid of the condom.

I walk back into the living room. Brandy is sitting up taking a drink of her beer.

I approach her and sit down next to her. Leaning over I kiss her neck saying, 'Lay down and spread your legs.'

She has a bit of fear in her eyes, but she does as told.

I turn her body so I can lay between her thighs. I kiss the tops of her thighs. Working to the inner thigh.

Reaching for her panties, I slide them down past her knees slowly. Watching her breathing come and go in hitches and catches.

She has a trimmed triangle of bush that's about the same color as the hair on her head. I crawl between her legs, bending them up, and start to kiss the place where her legs and body come together.

She's just as wet as before. She smells like sex. I take my time and then put my lips around her clit and lick.

Her legs slam against my head. Her hips rock at the same time. It feels like she wants me to climb in her headfirst.

I keep my licking going for as long as I can. I wasn't ready for her legs and didn't have a good breath.

I tap on her thigh, trying to get her to release.

Her legs SNAP open and she gasps, 'Oh my, god. I'm so sorry.'

I look up at her from between her thighs and through her bush and say, smiling, 'I just needed to breath.' As I put my head back down to really 'get to work'.

I use my left arm as a brace across my chest, to keep my head at the right level and angle. I start to use my right hand to spread her pussy lips apart so I can lick from her opening to the clit hood.

I have always liked eating girls out. From the time I had 'the talk' (real educational books dropped on the floor, about sex, from my Dad) and found out that most girls like it, I had wondered about it. When I lost my virginity at 14, I had gone down on that girl first. Just in case... And I loved the way she reacted.

She has a wonderfully tangy taste. I keep licking and sucking on her pussy.

I put my index finger inside her and she is rocking her hips again. She's wet enough that it's starting to drip down the back of my hand.

I put a second finger in and hope I'm putting pressure on her g-spot. She's rocking harder and is grabbing my hair to pull my mouth into her clit harder.

I take her clit lightly between my teeth and rub them against it. I'm not biting, but I'm not NOT biting either.

She really starts to buck her hips against my face getting wetter and wetter. My fingers are keeping pace, and I can feel flutters of squeezing starting from the walls of her pussy.

I suck and use my lips to 'bite' her clit. She goes over the edge again.

She's crashing her hips up off the floor. I can feel the waves of pressure around my fingers.

My fingers come out of her because she arches her back to the point that if I wanted to, I could slide a finger in her ass.

She grunts and falls back to the carpet.

We're both sweaty, she's panting, I'm wet from my nose to past my chin from her wetness. And I'm grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

I sit up and wait for Brandy to recover.

A couple of minutes later, she sits up, pushes me to the floor, and climbs on top of me.

'Wait, wait, wait...' I stammer. 'I need a condom.'

Eyes glinting with lust she says, 'I'll take care of you're cum when the time comes.' and leans down to put one of her tits in my mouth.

Lust is a 'bitch'. Intelligence goes away. Reason goes away. All that I was feeling in that moment was animal. Her breast in my mouth, her sopping wet sex resting against my abdomen, my dick back to rock hard and twitching for more, I didn't question it.

She slid down, reached between her legs, and poised my dick to the opening of her pussy.

I was in place for her, and she dropped herself to drive me into her again. And again, I bottomed out. She grunted a gasping sound and started to grind her sex against my body.

This was the first time in my life I'd ever been in a pussy with no condom. I now understand why people will just say 'fuck it' and go bareback.

Being this was my second round in under an hour, I was able to maintain much better.

I started to rock my hips, driving deeper. Causing Brandy to shift her body, sit up, and putting her hands on my chest for balance.

I put my hands on her hips to feel her motions better. I'm not trying to control this; I just want to feel her.

I'm using her motions and body movements to keep myself distracted, so I can make this last as long as possible. To try and distract myself, I reached up and pinched her nipples, lightly. She arched her back into my hands, causing her hips to rotate and reposition everything.

That was a mistake on her part, if she wanted this to last longer. The way she shifted made the walls of her pussy grind my shaft in just the right way. I can feel my groin tighten.

'Oh, SHIT.' I say.

Her eyes snap open and she looks at me.

'Not yet.' as she scrambles off my dick and between my legs. She drops her mouth onto the head of my dick and take my entire length in one motion.

My pubic hair on her face and nose, she takes her other hand and rubs my balls, sending me over the edge again. My hips buck without my consent. She makes gagging noises as she keeps time with my motions.

But she doesn't lift her head, if anything she pushes harder into my groin. Gagging herself on my shaft. She's swallowing my load. Not one drop of my cum makes it out of her mouth.

When my orgasm subsides, she slowly lifts her head up and smiles, 'That's how 'I'll take care of it.''

She stands up and walks to the bathroom. I hear her running some water, while I slide the sweats back on, sit on the edge of the couch, and lean back eyes closed.

I'm messy from Brandy's juices, but I can go clean up in a few. Once she's out of the bathroom.

I feel Brandy's hands on the waist of my sweats, and I open my eyes to see her kneeling beside my thighs.

While she's pulling my pants down, I ask her, 'What are you doing?'

God as my witness this is what she said, 'My Mom always told me that I had to clean up messes I made. So, I'm going to clean you up.' and using a couple of warm wet washcloth she brought with her, she started to wipe my face, neck, then thighs, groin, and finally she wiped my dick and balls clean.

She was kissing me all the while. Once an area was clean, she would kiss it. It felt very 'mommy-like' but I was exhausted. I had been up since 5am on Friday and it was close to 5am on Saturday.

After she was done cleaning, we laid down on the blankets and fell into an exhausted sleep.

A few hours later, all of us woke up and had some breakfast.

Around noon, we made our way back to base and they dropped me off at my dorm. The car was parked where I normally parked it and looked fine.

I never saw Brandy, Don, or Marcie again.

But that was the first time I was ever with a girl that really knew what she liked and, once she was past her shyness, was willing to let herself get it.