Star Girl

by Alan VanMeter

  She nods crying, and she holds me tight. God I love Mel, she is a real mom in every way. She understands that dad can never know, and why. The moments that we embrace, I can finally let the hurt inside go, and I am so relieved. It has kept me tense since it happened.

  When I am back at the Academy starting my third school year, though it has only been twenty months since I started, I begin to plan my revenge in detail. My first weekend furlough I follow my attackers at a distance as they head into town. On the way to a popular hangout for the cadets that they head to, I see a biker bar with a number of hogs parked outside. I go back to the biker bar after seeing the bastards go into the popular bar.

  I enter the dark establishment and see three guys in denim vests that advertise ‘Hell’s Angels’ on the back. So they are who I need to help me out, and I only have one thing to offer them. I walk up to the biggest meanest looking of the three, which is almost a toss-up.

  “Excuse me handsome, I was wondering if I might be able to get you and your friends to do me a big favor.”

  “What you got in mind little lady?”

  “I need the living crap beat out of a couple fellows, and if you would do this for me, I’ll be glad to give all three of you hot, hard hunks a blow job.”

  He looks to his buddies who heard my offer too. The both give a single nod.

  “Sure, but the BJ’s are first. Then we take care of business.”

  “Okay, where?”

  “Right out back if you don’t mind you sweet little thing, you. Come on, let’s get the fun going on baby.”

  He leads me by my hand out back into the alley, and in an instant he has his crank whipped out. It doesn’t turn me on in the slightest, but I pretend it sure does, and I get on my knees and start giving him pleasure with my mouth. I’ve never done this before, but I have watched enough porn to know what to do. He doesn’t warn me, instead just blasts away in my mouth. I spit it out, and am ready for number two.

  After I’ve pleasured all three very big men, they ask me who the bunnies are, and where they are. Then how badly they needed to be beaten.

  “They raped me, and beat the crap out of me, so pretty bad I would say.”

  “Hands, elbows, knees and feet then boys.” The leader tells them, and they nod with mean grins. “They get wheeled out on gurneys.” He chuckles with evil.

  They take me to the popular bar on the back of the leader’s bike. I peek inside with the leader, and whisper where the bastards are, and what they are wearing, then I leave as they go inside. I sure hope they get the right ones, but I was very specific, so they should.

  I hurry back to the Academy via a taxi, and sure enough, the next day my rapists are not at formation, oh that’s a shame. I hear all about it later from Debbie as she tells me that the two cadets had been so broken up by bikers that they were medically discharged. The might never walk again. I smile widely on the inside. I sure hated giving those ugly bikers the BJ’s, but the net result was well worth it. Maybe the other rapist cadets will get the message. I sure hope so, I would be so damned pissed if Debbie is raped like I was.

  I am not bothered again the rest of the third school term, and again I get to fly the Eagle home to Omaha. Dad assures me that he and Mel will be there when I graduate after the next term, and I tell him I will expect them. I am so close to seeing my dream come true that I am giddy. Mel makes sure to ask me if I have had any more problems at school, and I tell her exactly how I took care of the last problem, alone of course.

  “Oh god baby. You had to do the hard thing there… damn.” She cries.

  “Hey Mel, three blow jobs for justice to be served; that was easy compared…”

  “Oh my god my love. I wish I could help you.”

  “You always have Mel, mom, just by listening like you do.”

  “You deserve the very best things in the world my sweet daughter, not what they allowed to happen.”

  I know she means the Military in general, but I still have my faith in our Military, just not all of the people in it.

  “I will rise above everything that is thrown at me mom, I promise you I will.”

  “You always have baby. I know you will.” I can tell she is very proud of me, she can’t hide it.

  My last school term at the Academy we senior cadets certainly have more privileges, including furlough every weekend that we don’t have duty. Our second free weekend I ask Debbie if she would like to go grab a drink with me at the same establishment that I had my rapists beaten in. She agrees and we go to have a night on the town together. This is the most fun I have had since being here. Debbie is such a live wire, and always ready to engage other people, and have enjoyment with them. Several of the male cadets that we know from the Academy are there, and they join us. We all are laughing at silly shit very soon.

  “So did you hear about the guy with a bright orange dick?” Debbie starts the next stupid joke.

  “No.” We all shake our heads, waiting for it.

  “He went to the doctor who did all sorts of tests on him, and finally was drawing a blank. So he asks the orange dick guy what he ate, and about his sexual habits. The guy says, ‘My sex life pretty much consists of just masturbating to porn doc.’ The doctor shakes his head saying he couldn’t catch anything that way. ‘What about your diet then?’ the doctor asks. ‘Well I eat pretty healthy, except when I’m watching porn, then I have a Cheetos fetish.’ She starts laughing before any of us do, but it is sick and funny, and infectious. We are all cracking up.

  “Is that where the term cheese dick came from?” I wonder aloud, and it causes even more laughter.

  “No, that means a guy is soft like cheese. A no go if you will.” Debbie giggles with raunchy infection.

  “Nobody ever called me that.” One of the guys informs us for our discernment.

  “Cheese dick! Well I just did.” I laugh at him, and he also laughs, just not as hard as me.

  Debbie though, gets a severe case of unstoppable giggles from this, even to the point where she grabs my hand and pulls me with her to the bathroom. Once there she hugs me tightly.

  “That was the funniest thing I ever heard baby. Thank you Stephanie. Oh god… thank you.” She kisses my cheek, and I am so damn turned on by her body rubbing mine that I kiss her lips, no tongue, just a happy kiss. Then suddenly her tongue is in my mouth, and her hands are grabbing my ass. I respond with lust and need. Grabbing her ass, and with my other hand her small breasts, pulling her very erect nipples through her thin top.

  “Shit Steph, let’s not waste another second girl, okay. Let’s go get a damn room baby.” She whispers in my ear as she runs her hand over my crotch. I am wet instantly, and I nod.

  “Make me squeal Debbie, oh god please.” I gasp.

  Just as she closes the motel room door behind us, she pushes me away from her gently.

  “Stephanie, we have to be real cool about this. We can’t fall in love, and we sure can’t express our desires or affection in any way around any Air Force personnel. You understand this right?”

  “I know. Our first love is flying baby, and nothing gets in the way of that, period.”

  “Damn straight.” She pulls me back to her lips, and our tongues intertwine with happy, horny dances.

  By the second day in the motel, we are fully and completely spent, but god I loved every minute of that.

  “You are my first you know, Debbie.”

  “Your first girl?”

  “My first lover ever, not counting rapists.”

  “No way Stephanie. You’re what, twenty two or twenty three? Come on.”

  “I’m only nineteen.”

  She blinks.

  “I had just turned seventeen when I entered the Academy.”

  “Damn… you are something else…”

  “It was way better though.” I giggle.

  “Way better than what?”

  “Than I ever could have imagined… thank you Debbie.”

  “Thank you Steph. You made me see
god, again and again, and again…oh yeah!” She groans with deep memories of spent orgasms.

  “Hey, just because we can’t even wink at each other on campus, doesn’t mean that we can’t do this again on some lucky weekend.” I suggest hopefully.

  “Furlough is my new best friend baby.” She kisses me wetly yet again, and I know I have a hot date lined up.

  So Debbie and I spend just about every weekend furlough with each other entwined in sexual embrace. I know we weren’t supposed to fall in love, but it just happened. I sure am anyway, but I still have my first, and truest love that even Debbie can’t block me from, as if she would even try.

  The time goes by so quickly between insanely difficult courses, and the severely regimented Academy life. Before I know it we are graduating, and I am with honors. There was no way I was going to let daddy’s good name have anything less associated with it. Of course dad, and mom come out for my graduation ceremony. He is in his full dress uniform, and draws quite a number of salutes from the officers of the Academy, considering he out ranks all of them. After the ceremony, where we are all sworn in as officers of the United States Air Force with the rank of second Lieutenant; I take pictures with mom and dad. Of course I give my father the first real salute from me, though there have been thousands before, this one was as an officer to a superior officer. He loved it, I could tell.

  We all have fifteen days furlough before our flight school begins, and since Debbie’s parents came to the ceremony as well, we told each other that we would meet up at Lowry. Not even a kiss good bye, but we are secret lovers, and that’s how secret lovers have to be sometimes. Dad brought the staff Lear jet to pick me up, and it has a pilot and co-pilot already, so we just ride, and enjoy the company.

  Grandma and Grandpa Kilmer come to see me several days after we get home, and Grandpa Joe gives me a graduation present. I eagerly open the nicely wrapped box, I love presents. What I find inside makes my eyes bug out, and then swell with tears. It is his leather bomber jacket from his old squadron. I’ve seen it several times before, and it would always fill me with awe. The back has a huge colorful embroidered patch showing a B-58 Hustler coming at a high angle off, with flames shooting from the four engines looking like a rocket. Above this it reads; ‘Three Hundred and sixty sixth bombardment squadron.’

  “Grandpa! Are you kidding me? Your squadron jacket?”

  “You have more use for it than I do any more, Stephanie.” He grins with seeming pride. “Wear it out with some friends sometime, it’s a conversation starter for sure.”

  I put it on right away, and as I’m reeling in the luxury, I see it has several metal pins on the front. One is Grandpa’s wings, and the other is his old SAC pin.

  I go hug him tightly right away, and give him a big kiss on the cheek. “I love you Grandpa Joe, thank you.” I whisper. He pats my back.

  “Likewise my darling.” He wipes a tear from him.

  Despite one minor incident, or two I guess; my life is really very fortunate. I’m more than just lucky, I guess some people call it blessed, though neither I, nor any in my family have ever subscribed to a cult, I would agree with blessed by fortune. The time home is gone before I know it. Didn’t get a hold of Carly, as she has moved to San Francisco to attend Berkley. I did get her number out there, but I had to just leave a message as she wasn’t home.

  Dad lets me fly the Eagle to Lowry Air Force base in Aurora Colorado. He takes me to meet the base commander, and again I am in like Flynn. I’m very pleased to see Debbie just down the hall from me in the dormitory, and we quickly catch up with each other. I still have to attend ground school the Commander told me, but after that I’ll be tested up right away on the jets.

  We have every weekend off, unless we pull duty, and the first two weeks either Debbie or I has duty, so we have to wait. Finally on the third weekend we hook up. Both of us have quite a bit of pent up sexual energy, and fluids, so we commence to draining these off each other.

  That night we are both hungry, so we go out for a bite, but play the part of casual friends in public, as always; secrets. I wear my grandpa’s bomber jacket, and Debbie loves it. So I tell her some of the stories Grandpa Joe has told me.

  “You are a serious Air Force brat, aren’t you?”

  “The most serious.” I raise my brows calmly. It gets her laughing as I had intended.

  As we munch down our burgers like starved wolves, an older gentleman walks up to us, he looks military, or maybe used to be.

  “Excuse me miss. I just wanted to ask you where you got that wonderful old bomber jacket from?”

  “My Grandpa Joe was in the three sixty sixth. He gave it to me as a graduation present.” It seems he was quite correct in it being a conversation starter.

  “I was with the twenty eighth bombardment squadron when they went to the B one B, but they used to fly the fifty eight back in the sixties.” He grins looking at the back patch again.

  “Hi, I’m Stephanie, and this is my friend Debbie.”

  “Oh, beg your pardon. I’m Doug. Pleased to meet you ladies.” He smiles and shakes our hands. “So was this a college graduation present?”

  “Yeah, well we both just graduated from the Air Force Academy. We are just starting flight school out on Lowry.”

  “Outstanding Lieutenants, outstanding! Make us proud.”

  “What is your rank sir?”

  “I’m a full bird colonel, retired.” He says with pride. “Are you both pilots to be?”

  “We both have our private licenses,” Debbie brags, “and this one here, hell her daddy the SAC General has had her in jets since she could walk.”

  “Oh, what’s your father’s name Stephanie?”

  “General George Romero.”

  “Really? Yes, I think everyone in the Air Force knows of your father Stephanie.” He chuckles, then adds, “The question is, will they know you as well?”

  “I promise you sir.” I nod with confidence.

  “Well, it was very nice to meet you ladies. Thank you for honoring the three sixty sixth Lieutenant, and I do believe you will both make us proud.” He gives a polite nod, and moves along.

  Debbie watches his ass as he walks off. “Damn, he was pretty hunky for an older guy. I would have hit it.”

  Now I am confused, and she sees it on my face. She leans close and whispers, “You’re only the second girl I’ve been with Steph, I usually date guys.”

  “Oh… why me then?” I whisper back.

  “Haven’t you looked in the mirror recently girl…damn!” She gives me her hungry look.

  That’s good enough for me, so I tell her to hurry. I am now hungry for her.

  We’ve been at war now for almost three years in Iraq and Afghanistan. I remember everyone cheering as we watched the statues of Saddam coming down, and when the President landed on the aircraft carrier too. It was a bit premature to declare victory though, and the long hard fight continues. I figure that I could get an easy out from dad, but instead I’m going to do the hard thing. As soon as I am qualified on the jets here, I am going to volunteer for combat duty, or as close as they will let me get anyhow.

  After acing ground school at the head of the class, I am not taken to start on the prop driven trainers as the others are. Instead they take me right to get fitted for my flight suit, and my custom helmet. These will be ready for me when I qualify, and in the mean time I am given close fits of students gear. My instructor, Major Yonka, meets me at the edge of a hangar. I come to attention and salute.

  “Lieutenant Romero reporting sir.”

  “At ease Lieutenant.” He snaps a quick salute back, and looks me over with scrutiny. “The CO tells me that you already have a number of hours on the T one.”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Hmm, that is interesting. Well, I suppose we should go find out if that is the case.”

  He walks me to a van with a driver waiting, and we are driven out to the flight line, where a T one waits just for us. We get out and he motions t
o the bird with his hand, as if saying have at it. I do my standard thorough preflight check like dad taught me to do. Then I clamber up the small ladder into the front seat. The major is already in the back seat strapping in and hooking up.

  “Orders sir?” I ask into the intercom.

  “Show me.”

  “Yes sir.” I give the wind up signal to the ground crew and they start the engines up. As soon as they are clear I hit the transmit key. “Lowry control this is Mike Tango one, requesting permission to taxi for takeoff.”

  “Mike Tango one, you are cleared to taxi to runway zero nine zero. Standby for takeoff clearance.”

  “Rodger tower.” I ease the throttle forward and hit the switch to close my canopy. In a minute we are waiting for clearance at the end of the taxi way.

  “So how many hours do you have in the T one Lieutenant?”

  “Over a thousand sir.”

  “Any other birds that you are already qualified on, unofficially?”

  “I have almost five hundred hours in the F four, and I just recently logged a dozen hours in the Eagle sir.”

  “You are a fortunate pilot Lieutenant. From what the CO said, you were probably the only kid in the world driving a Phantom on your sixteenth birthday.” He chuckles.

  “Mike Tango one, tower, you are cleared for takeoff.”

  “Rodger that tower.” I ease us on to the runway and straighten us out before pushing the throttles fully forwards.

  After a flawless take off, the major tells me to head to the training zone. He lets me do as I wish to show him my skills, so I do. Including a very low and fast run hugging the terrain as if avoiding radar. Then I tell him I am going high to simulate dogfighting, and show him how I can throw this bird around. It gets real rough as I slam from side to side in high speed yo-yos, then some gut churning rolling breaks at several different angles.

  “Okay Lieutenant, now I want to see ten perfect landings in a row, touch and go.”

  “Rodger that sir.”

  I go through the whole process of requesting to enter the pattern and then to touch and go. Each time of the ten; I nail perfect three point touch downs as smooth as a baby’s ass.