1985

"They call you what?"

"Nymphette!" She said proudly.

"I'm half afraid to ask why?"

"Why the hell do you think?"

I laughed at the whole situation. An eighteen-year-old girl telling me her nickname in order to get me to fuck her. It was such a crude way to drop a hint. But as I thought about it, it made a weird sort of sense. I had been working closely with her for several weeks. In some ways, the only reason she was passing was based on my tutoring. She dropped a couple of hints already, but I wasn't biting. We were nearing the end of the class so she decides to get less subtle and hit me between the eyes. In no uncertain terms, she was telling me she was available and willing.

I guess a little background is in order. I am a TSgt in the USAF attending a technical school for retaining. Which means four months in Mississippi, not exactly one of the garden spots of the South. After school, I was heading to Washington DC to work in my new career field. Actually, that is a bit strange because I have been working in that field for the past ten years, just not as a formally assigned one. I was retraining to align my interests with my actual duties. I was also setting myself up for my retirement in about six years. Information technology does better than an electronics technician.

Ann was an Airman Basic, the lowest grade in the AF. She was fresh from Basic training. What we used to call young, dumb, and full of cum. She was new to everything, including, at least I think, sex. Sex to her was a game and she was playing it for all she was worth.

Each tech school class was usually made up of mostly the new airmen and a few NCOs who are retraining. For the programmers the opposite was true. It was mostly retrainees with just a few of the new airmen. Ann was in her element. Most of the day she was surrounded by other young, dumb, full of cum guys who were perfectly willing to help her explore. She also met quite a few of the NCOs in class for quickies over the weekends. I knew what she was doing because I had seen it many times before. Lots of airmen on their own making the usual mistakes about sex, money, and their future.

That would normally lead to a question, was I one of Ann's conquests, if that is the right word? The answer was no. She was cute, and probably an energetic fuck, but she didn't interest me all that much. You see as an experienced programmer I became her tutor as she struggled in the class. She was pretty smart, but getting her to focus was tough. Call me old fashioned, but the main reason I didn't take her up on her earlier hints was simply the fact she was an airman and I wasn't. I felt more paternal toward her. Leave off the 'I'm married' stuff and fucking her would be like fucking one of my own kids. I was a higher rank and never was comfortable with screwing someone of lower rank, not my cup of tea at all. So after weeks of subtle, for her, hints went ignored, she decided to up the ante with her supposed nickname "Nymphette". What a shitty handle to lay on a kid. I know she has the right to do what she wants. But put a label like that on her and she could really screw up the rest of her life.

"Ann, get your gear and come on outside. We need to talk."

She got her stuff together half apprehensively and half excited. Like she didn't know whether I was going to screw her or chew her out. She did catch a wave of my anger and wasn't sure if it was aimed at her or not. I pointed her to my car and she tossed her stuff in the back as we drove off.

She was quiet, which wasn't like her. She caught my mood. As we drove off-base I gathered my thoughts and decided how to deal with this situation. Not just for me, but for her as well. There was part of me that was tempted to toss her over a couch and just fuck her till I wasn't frustrated anymore, but that would just add to her self-image. She was more than just a cum bucket, but she was heading down the path I had seen several people go before. One I remember really well, a TSgt who ended up older than her years, with three kids from three different guys, and eventually kicked-out for her activities. I didn't want Ann to see herself in that light after a while. The problem is there were lots of guys who would help her with that life. She could be so much more than that, but how to get that message across?

I pulled off in a deserted parking area off Highway 90, right next to the beach. It was too chilly for anyone to be at the water. There were a few beachcombers, the diehards. It was as private as we were going to get. I sure as hell wasn't taking her back to my dorm room or a hotel. She would probably get naked and I might not be smart enough to do the right thing once the blood-filled my other head. Don't get me wrong, I was as much a guy as any other. I just thought she could be so much more than some slut.

I turned and look at her. She was more apprehensive now. I had to set the stage right or I would lose her. She had to know how good she could be, without a Dad-like lecture on her sex life.

"Ann, I'm not mad at you, really I'm not. I think you are terrific! You are sharp as hell and I think you will do well in whatever you want to do."

"Okay, Eddy. Thanks!"

"What I am mad about is your nickname. Look, Ann, I understand you want to have fun, and fucking is a hell of a lot of fun. But you need to be careful."

"Look, Ed, I know about diseases, I had that lecture in High School."

"I'm not talking about sexually transmitted diseases. I'm talking about your career and your life. I know you are having fun here, and I figure you've gone through most of the class and then some. But these are the people you will be running into the rest of your career. It's okay being a party girl at tech school, but what happens at your next duty station?"

"I don't know! I want to keep having a good time."

"And you can. You just have to be a little more circumspect. If you keep fucking around at the drop of someone's pants, you will never be taken seriously as a person. Guys will see you as some sort of cum junkie and the women you work with will label you in many unkind ways. What happens when you find someone you love and everyone around him tells him what a good fuck you are?”

"Ann, I am not telling you how to run your life. You can have fun, but you need to take things a little more seriously. Your next duty station will also have guys' wives around. Believe me, being a good fuck will only take you so far. The rep of being a slut will hurt you more than the pleasure it brings you over time."

There I had my say, and I think she was thinking about it.

"Ed, I have heard this 'talk' a few times."

"Ann, I am not trying to ruin your life, and as tempting as it would be to just lie down and fuck you. I can't do it. You are a great person and worth so much more than being treated like a piece of meat."

She looked at me, really looked at me. "I was a virgin when I got here."

"Ann you don't…"

"Yea I do. I was a virgin because no one wanted me in High School."

"I…"

"Don't patronize me now, Ed. You've been straight, let me. I was a wallflower and all the guys knew it. When I lost my virginity it was at a party and I was passed off to three different guys. And I LOVED IT. I loved the attention, I loved the action, and I loved orgasms! Even the first girl who ate my pussy made me feel good! I liked it, but even I saw it was going a bit overboard. Fuck, Ed, the reason I needed a tutor is that guys and girls are beating my door down for a fuck. I get little sleep. But I love it! I have to be honest, I adore sex!"

I understood but wasn’t sure she was really listening. "You can still have fun, but you don't want to be label a slut. Be a slut in the bedroom if you want. But trust me; you don't want to be labeled one. It won't save you when you screw up on the job. It won't help you in many situations."

"It got me out of a speeding ticket. The cop was pretty yucky, but he wanted a BJ."

"Ann, do you want to go through life like that? What happens when you are thirty or even forty?"

"Oh fuck, Ed, you are being a drag."

"I know, but I see so much more for you than just that. You can be a slut without wearing it like a scarlet letter."

"I read that story, they don't do that shit."

"Not in the same way, but remember your home town? Did you have labels for some folks? The town drunk or the town slut? The married lady who was screwing the pool boy?"

Ann laughed at that. "Yea, I guess we had our share."

"Would you like people seeing you through those glasses?"

She sobered a little. "I guess not."

"Okay, lecture mode over, Ann just think about it. Once you leave here, leave the party girl public image here. Be more selective and be real careful about married guys. Once you get the rep for spreading your legs, you will have a hard time losing it."

"But while I'm here I can play?"

"I guess, just start getting more selective. If they wake you up in the middle of the night, tell them to go jerk off once in a while."

"But it tastes so fucking good!"

We laughed. So I guess I had my say, I just wasn't sure it would do any good."

"Are you sure I can't . . ."

"No thanks, Ann. If we are going to continue as a tutor, I have to avoid thinking about your ass, okay?"

"Okay, but if you ever want it -- I owe you big time, Ed."

I went on to my assignment in DC and Ann went to Randolph AFB. We lost touch until I ran into her in Alabama about fifteen years later.

2000

"TSgt Edwards?"

I turned with a smile. I haven't been called that in a long time. I had retired and was a contract consultant for the Air Force now. The pay and hours were better, and I still did a bit of traveling. This month I was at Gunter Annex in Alabama. I turned around I was facing an attractive MSgt, 5'5, slim, red hair, good smile. She looked sort of familiar, but the name on her nametag wasn't one I knew.

"Yes?"

She smiled wide and that's when I realized who it was, Ann.

"Oh my god, it is you, Ed?"

"Hi Ann"

"And you remember me?"

"Of course I remember you!"

She practically jumped into my arms for a hug. Ann had changed a lot. Probably more than I had. She was no longer eighteen, but past thirty. Her face had matured well, she was well beyond cute and had the beauty of life and a life lived well. She was heavier but in all the right places. Gone was the skinny kid that seemed to live for giving blow jobs.

"God, Ed, you look great!"

Around us, a small cadre of people was staring, as if they had never seen two old friends run into each other before.

"Ed, are you assigned here?"

"I'm just a temporary duty (TDY) for the rest of the month."

"Okay, perfect!." She handed me a business card. "I have to go to a meeting. Here is my number. Call me and we will have dinner tonight! I'm serious if you had plans — cancel them."

She carried herself with much more assurance then I remember, but then I have to remind myself she wasn't the same person, and neither was I.

Joe, a guy I was working with here, had a comment. "You know the ice bitch?"

"What?"

"That's her nickname, the Ice Bitch. The rumor mill says she's a virgin because pricks freeze and fall off before getting any. You are the only guy I have seen her smile at. Where do you know her from?"

"Oh years ago, she was an Airman fresh out of Basic."

"So how well did you know her?"

"Pretty well, we were in a study group for tech school together."

"Well watch yourself; she's a real bitch now!"

"Joe, everyone can be a bitch, even you! I'm just glad you aren't my bitch!"

He laughed and we went back to work.

That afternoon I called her office and left a message with my cell number. About four she returned my call.

"Ed, I'm sorry I had to run off."

"It's okay, Ann. We both had work to do."

"Where are you staying?"

"Townplace Suites, off Carmichael."

"Good! I'll pick you up at seven, dinner at a little Italian place where we can catch up. Damn it's good to see you! Shirt and tie, this is a nice place."

When she got out of her car, now I wouldn't have recognized her. Her red hair was down past her shoulders. She was in a little black cocktail dress that fit her like a second skin. It showed her legs off well. She twirled and asked. "Do I pass muster?"

"You are gorgeous, Ann, and you know it!"

"Yea, I do! She hugged me again, a longer hug than in the hall of her office building. She kissed my cheek and I appreciated her scent, a mild perfume that I didn't recognize.

"Come on, I am starving!" Now that sounded like the eighteen-year-old I remembered.

As we drove to the restaurant, we reminisced slightly. "Do you remember the last time we were in a car together?"

"I sure do Ann, like it was yesterday."

"Me too, I've thought about that little talk for a long time. I always wanted to see you again and tell you how much you did for me."

"Hey, anything you did you did for yourself. You can't blame me!"

"I know that, but you helped me start it. By not having sex with me, you let me see myself in a different light. You wanted me, I could feel it, but you treated me like a person. You were the first and it made me feel special. I owe you!"

"You don't owe me a thing!"

She disagreed. The conversation turned to the usual catch up information. She was divorced, no kids, but she kept his last name. I was still married, retired, my kids were adults. She was the NCOIC of the development branch and I was a consultant for the information technology branch.

Dinner was superb, there was also dancing so after dinner I got to hold her close and enjoy her touch. After the first dance, she kissed me, not a hot and sexy kiss, but our lips met nicely. After each dance, we kissed more.

"You know I have been dreaming of kissing you for fifteen years!"

"Ann . . ."

"Oh Ed, relax! You just need to know that I really liked you back then. You were smart and willing to work with me for no other reason than it was the right thing to do. Even when I tried my less than subtle seduction techniques, you handled them with the grace of character I appreciated much later. I was a little mad at the time, but over the years I learned how right you were. And Ed, I fell in love with your memory."

"What?"

"Yea, I was in love with the person you were to me. I tried to find someone like you and came close, but they never fit the mold you left."

"Ann . . ."

"Relax. I am not in love with you but in love with your memory. You set a pretty high standard for people to measure up against."

"That wasn't what I meant to do."

"Hell, Ed, I know that. You were straightening out a messed up kid who was thinking with her pussy. I can't tell you how many times I have had to straighten out kids with similar problems. I guess you did that too and I was just another kid for you to deal with."

"You were never just another kid, Ann."

She paused and looked at me. "Thank you for that Ed."

We smiled at our shared memories when the last song came on for the evening, a slow dance number. Without waiting, she got up and offered her hand. I took it and we went back to the floor. This was different. She flowed against me and we moved across the floor physically in sync. She felt good against me and her perfume filled my head.

As we danced my body and a perfectly normal response and I felt her giggle in my ear. "Nice to know I can get a rise out of you after all."

I pulled her against me, grinding into her pelvis a little. "You got a rise out of me then too, Ann."

"I always hoped I did. It made your memory even stronger. A guy who got horny but controlled it. You were my role model more than you knew. Oh, fuck!"

"What?"

"My Chief just came in, with the fucking Colonel's wife. We need to get out of here before he sees me."

"What's the problem?"

As we left, after they cleared the door, she explained. "The Colonel's wife is a slut, worse than I was. The stupid Chief is her latest score. If he saw me, he would freak out. She wouldn't know me from Eve, He would get all uptight and I don't need to deal with that. Hell, he might not even recognize me dressed like this. But the last thing I need is him sniffing after me. I had to call him up short on a couple of my people before.

She drove to her apartment, a very nice place well away from the base. She obviously has expensive tastes from the décor. She settled me down into a very comfortable sectional sofa with a drink and snuggled in next to me with one of her own.

"Tell me about the Chief?"

"Not much to tell. He's a dog and I had to tell him to lay off a couple of my girls. We fought over his behavior and he knows to keep his distance. He made a play for me when I first got here and I did my best imitation of an iceberg to get him to lay off." She grinned up at me, "Some things have changed!"

"So I see!"

"I know, the old me would have been naked, knees on the floor, fighting to get his cock out for a blow job as soon as I knew he was interested. The current me keeps her playtime miles from the gates and no military allowed!"

"So you aren't the ice bitch?"

"Damn, you heard that one pretty quickly. Let me guess, Joe?"

"In one!"

"Yea, he made noises too, but I ignored him. He was one of the nicer ones to just leave me alone. I have learned a lot over the years, Ed."

"Watching the looks I got when you hugged me told me a few things too."

"Yea, well one lapse with an old friend won't kill my rep as a bitch, but I will be more careful next time. It was just such a shock to see you!"

"I was surprised too. Until you smiled I didn't know it was you."

Her hands ran down her body. "Yea, just a few physical changes . . . like tits and hips! I was pretty fucking skinny when I last saw you."

"Skinny but cute!"

"Yea, I am not cute anymore, haven't been for years."

"Nope, now you are beautiful!"

She smiled at my comment."

"So no more 'Nymphette' nicknames anymore?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I still love to fuck, suck, lick, and bite with the best of them. I am just much more discreet. It still took a while for that lesson to sink in. When it did, I really understood you."

"Tell me about it."

She sat up and slid a little away, so she could turn and look at me. I missed the warm presence against me, but this story seemed important to her.

"Well back at Keesler, I was even more of a slut than I think you even realized I fucked or blew everyone in the class except for you and the religious fanatic. Half the breaks had me with my pants at my ankles and a cock in my cunt. I even had all the women in the class, including Sue, the pretty teacher. You have no idea how out of control I was."

"Holy shit!"

“I know, pretty insane. I was really crazy and I loved every minute of it. I should have caught half a dozen diseases, or gotten preggers a few times. I was well fucked, orgies, and even gang banged more times than I could count. Hell, Ed, the only 'normal' time I had was when I was studying with you. I think I had a crush on you back then because you didn't tell me to blow you.”

"After our talk, I saw some of the things I was doing was really risky and tried to slow down, but the itching in my pussy would get pretty bad and I would get well fucked again and again. I resolved to cool it at Randolph, my first duty station. I think I held out a whole two days before I was on my knees between two cocks. I did cool it some, but I was still willing and able to fuck a lot. But listening to some of what you said I also kept some time for myself and became a model airman. I aced my training and all the courses. I was spit and polished twenty-four/seven. Never late, work done to perfection. In months I was coding things only the more experienced programmers were getting. I was damn good!”

"Then I was up for Senior-Airman Below the Zone, you know six months ahead of the norm. I met the board and realized that each of the board members had fucked me, including the female first shirt. Of course as perfect as my record was on paper, the reality was I was a slut and they each knew it. I didn't get a single vote. The next time I 'entertained' each of those board members I asked them about it. It's amazing how hard it is to lie to someone with their teeth around your cock, or their hand up into your pussy. They each told me that they didn't feel they could vote for me because of my off-duty activities. That woke me up even more. That's when I understood what you said, every single word.

It took a while before I could get more control of myself and as people were leaving and new ones coming in pretty soon all the stories died down. I didn't become a complete ice bitch, but I did make sure I was professional enough that most of the new people didn't believe the stories."

"Sounds like you did pretty well."

"I did okay, Ed. Then I met Jake, the guy who gave me his last name. I really loved him. In many ways, he reminded me of you. He was a pro, very correct, honest. We fell in love and got married and it lasted almost a year."

She teared up something awful. I pulled her against me and held her until she could talk some more.

She pulled back away, "I'm okay, I just didn't realize that my past could come and haunt me. Jake went TDY and ran into someone who used to be assigned here. An asshole who was a lousy fuck, but who liked to take pictures. Jake brought home a copy of a pic that had me with five guys. A cock in each hand, my ass, my cunt, and my mouth. He was devastated. We went on for a while but he couldn't get over it. I was still pretty wild in bed, but only with him! He couldn't understand that.”

“After he left I relapsed a bit. But when I changed duty stations I was not the same girl. I shared an apartment with a flight attendant for Delta and we partied pretty hard. But for the first time, it didn't involve any AF folks. It was great. I was well fucked whenever I wanted and during the day the Ice Bitch slowly evolved. Most of the stories were history. I kept Jake's name because it did make it harder for folks to equate SSgt Johansson with the old Airman Silver. I was happy for the first time, really happy."

She was smiling and it was a real smile.

"And now?"

"Now I am still a pretty good fuck, but I am realizing I am older and wiser. I have a few friends in a tight circle and we love to fuck and suck. But tend to stay within the group. Disease-wise it's safer. I get plenty of cock and pussy. In fact, they are meeting at a little party tonight, but I told them I would see them over the weekend."

"You are missing your sex party?"

"Oh, I am sure they will be perfectly willing to get me caught up. In fact, it's a good thing or my roommate, that same flight attendant, would be here trying to find out what is in your pants."

I laughed.

"Don't underestimate her. She can be pretty determined. I once watched her pick up a couple in a hotel lobby and had the wife eating her pussy inside of thirty minutes."

"And the husband?"

"Well, he was eating mine!"

"You are still pretty wild!"

"Yes, but now it is my choice and more controlled, just like you said. I usually avoid married guys unless their wife wants to play too. I never get involved with blue-suiters. Plus even if the people are military, I never let them know who I am during the day. Only my roomie knows I am in the AF. I am hoping to stay here until I am eligible to retire. Then I can get a local job and continue to live the way I want."

"Sounds like you have had an interesting life."

Ann stood and in one motion her dress hit the floor. She had on a bra and panties, but nothing else.

"I have had a good life, Ed, but there is one thing still missing. I'm not that cute kid anymore. I am also not subordinate to you in any way. I am simply a woman who would very much like to make love with you."

"Ann…"

She leaned down to me and covered my mouth. "Shhhhhh. I am not trying to break up your marriage, nor am I offering more than the time you are here. I loved the younger you and I would like to make love with the current you. I felt you stir while we danced and I know you think I am sexy. Please be with me."

She straddled me and pushed her pussy against me as she kissed me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she explored my body with her hands. My arms came up and held her. She was a much more attractive person than she had been. Through my pants, I could feel her heat. As my hands held her ass, she moaned into our kiss.

She leaned back with a grin. "If I had gotten into your lap in eighty-five and asked you to fuck me, what would you have done?"

"In the car, after our talk or before it?"

"Hmmm, before our talk, don't tell me what you would have done after our talk; it might ruin my mental image of you."

"Before our talk, I probably would have stripped off your jeans and fucked you!"

She ground herself down harder. "I always hoped that!"

She kissed me again and started unbuttoning my shirt. After my chest was bare, she took off her bra. She no longer had a teenager's breasts; they were much nicer and fuller. If she hadn't told me she had no kids I would have assumed her breasts came from a pregnancy or two. She put her breast to my face. Then she pulled back.

"Hey, you aren't supposed to be here?"

I looked up and saw two people, an attractive tall blond and a much younger redhead. They were both smiling and had their arms around each other.

"We just wanted to meet the man who had such an impact on you. You used to talk about him all the time." The blond said.

Ann replied. "I never should have told you who I was going out with tonight!"

The other redhead laughed. "But I won the bet. Cindy was sure you wouldn't get him near the bed. I knew better. No one tells you no!"

"This isn't a game, Lou."

"Since Ann isn't going to introduce us, I'm Cynthia, her roommate and this is Louise one of our lovers. And you are Ed, the man who kept her from going off the deep end and ending up in serious trouble."

"I can't take credit for that."

Louise responded. "The way she tells it you are a cross between a Greek god and Albert Schweitzer. Hi, I'm Louise, a younger version of Ann here."

She did look a lot like Ann did at eighteen. The same slender body, but her face was much different. "You do…"

"I know, Ann and Cindy tell me that all the time. I don't see it other than the hair."

"And the hips and legs."

Ann turned back to me. "You noticed my hips and legs?"

"Of course, I wasn't dead, just full of myself back then."

She laughed and turned around, putting even more pressure on my cock.

"Okay, you two, out! If you aren't leaving then go to your room. I've waited for fifteen years to make love with this man and I refuse to wait any longer. You can't have him!"

They laughed and made a rude comment or two as they headed to the back of the house.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's easy to see they love you. I think they came more to check me out and make sure I wasn't trying to take advantage of you than anything."

"They can be pretty protective, but the whole group is."

The door opened from the back and a very naked Cindy walked out. "Sorry I forgot something. She came over and kissed Ann, then whispered in her ear. Ann turned red and then smiled. Cindy was extremely sex blonde, very different from Ann. She was a few years older but in excellent shape.

"Flight attendant?"

"Ex, I retired from flying and work in management now.

She leaned over Ann's shoulder and pecked me on the cheek.

"Fuck her good!"

I looked at Ann. She was grinning. "I told ya, plus that peck on the cheek means she thinks you are okay."

"You know we should use a condom."

"Nope, unless you brought some. I don't use them. If you leave me with a medical condition I will hunt you down and kill you. I want to make love with you. I want to taste you, to have you taste me. I know I am clean and with your Boy Scout approach to life, I bet you haven't had sex with someone other than your wife since you got married."

"Not quite true."

"What?"

"About ten years ago, during a brief separation,” I said.

"Wow, I would have never guessed, too bad I didn't run into you then.”

"That would have been interesting."

"Okay, where were we?"

"I was about to stand up and carry you to your bedroom. This room would be great, but it's a high traffic area."

"True, they might interrupt again or try and steal your cock from me."

Good as my word I stood up, her legs clamped around me and I held her by her ass. Slowly with her kissing me and giving me directions, we found her room. Her huge bed was the perfect target and we hit it together.

"Oooooommmmmppppphhhhh . . . too bad you weren't inside me for that one."

"We can try that later. Right now I really want to taste you."

Excitedly, she wriggled up as I moved down and she opened her legs.

Her panties were a black lace, matching her bra. It was obvious she stayed in shape, runner's thighs and calves. When I laid my hand over her mound she grabbed it and pressed it tight. I rubbed gently, but she wasn't into gentle treatment and she pressed my hand harder and harder. As she got close I pulled my hand and kept her hands away from her pussy.

"Nooo, I was so close…"

"I know, but I want to taste you when you cum."

In a flash, she swung her legs up and the panties were launched into orbit somewhere. Then she fell back down, her pussy open to me and her hands grasping toward my head.

"So greedy!"

"You have no idea how turned on I have been since we hugged today. Dancing with you was pure hell. I wanted to slip your cock out and put it in me while we were dancing."

"I wouldn't have lasted very long!"

"I know, that was one of the reasons I was so turned on. I am still a cum-hound."

"And I guess I must be a pussy-hound because you look absolutely delicious."

With that, I bent my head down and took a long lick. Her labia were wet and tasted nice and tart. Her hands found my head and pulled me tight against her pussy. She started grinding against my face and nothing I could do slowed her down. In a minute she climaxed against my face and I was rewarded with a delicious flow of her juices.

"Oh my god! I never cum that quickly."

"So maybe you didn't orgasm."

"Oh, I came all right."

"I don't think so." I licked her again making her legs go stiff. "But then I have nothing to compare it too. I'll just have to keep going until I am sure you came."

"Oh my god!" She cried as my tongue plumbed her depths again. When her hands tried for my head I caught them and put them on her breasts. She started pulling hard at them as I tongue-lashed her clit. She came again with a violent twist of her body. When she let loose there was no restraining herself. No wonder she was so incredibly popular years ago. She went into things all the way!

When she relaxed she had a dreamy smile. "I am pretty sure I came that time."

"Yea, I think so too."

"You think so?" She rose from the sheets and pushed me over to one side. She unbuttoned and pulled my pants and briefs down in one motion. Her hand held my cock and she almost seemed to talk to it like it was a plant of a small cute animal.

"Oooooo and here is the prize. Come on love; let's see you get all nice and hard for me."

She kissed it and slowly sucked it in her mouth. I was hard very quickly and even faster was approaching an orgasm. She knew exactly what she was doing, her mouth tight around me sucking while her hand stroked me hard looking for that fast shot of cum. I tried to control myself, but it was like losing my virginity all over again. And the less said about how long I lasted that very first time the better — if I ever run into that girl again, I will be sure and apologize for my rapid performance!

I tried to put it off, but there was no stopping it or Ann, I came with an explosive grunt. I saw her cheeks swell for a moment then she started sucking harder and swallowing. Her eyes glowed as she sucked me dry. She kept sucking even after I was long empty and my cock started to calm down.

She was smiling as she came up and kissed me. A little of my cum and her juices made our kiss a very slippery one. She curled up with me and we stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. I stroked her hair and she started laughing.

"What is so funny?"

"Oh, I had a mental image of trying to screw in that little car you used to drive. We might have managed it then, but now? We aren't out of shape, but just the bending that might be required would be beyond us."

I started laughing with her.

From outside the door. "Hey if you two are laughing things must not be going well. Anyone need a hand?"

"No way Lou! If you come in here I won't spank your ass."

"Won't?" I asked.

"She likes it!"

"Oh!"

I spent a lot of time with Ann for the rest of the month and met many of her non-AF friends. We parted as solid friends with no small amount of emotion. She went on with her life exactly how she always lived it, on her own terms. I did see her five years later.

2005

We kept in loose touch through emails and after a few company changes, I found myself again at Gunter just in time for Ann's retirement ceremony. It was widely attended including her roommate and friends. She was widely respected as a professional and retired as a Senior MSgt in the AF. If you have ever been to one, they aren't overly solemn affairs, but more a combination of a roast with some of the speeches. According to the comments I heard from the audience this was about as thawed as they had ever seen her. After the speeches, the dignitaries and family form a reception line and everyone usually lines up to congratulate the retiree and their family. Cindy stood with her as her close friend and it was also when I came face to face with Ann's daughter's Sepharad.

Sephie shook my hand and with a solemnity for the ceremony and confided in me that she . . . was almost five-years-old. When I got to Ann in the reception line the implication of her age caught up with me. Cindy caught me as my knees went weak. She helped me to a back area behind the stage to recover.

A little while later Ann came in the back. All I could do was look at her. Then Sepharad came in holding Cindy's hand. I stared at her as she clutched her Mom's skirt, suddenly shy of me. Looking at her I saw one of my own daughters. The hair, the shape of the face, but I saw blue eyes, my eyes. I was stunned.

I knelt slowly and opened my arms. She didn't run to me but looked at Ann. She smiled and little Sephie gave me a hug. Cindy relaxed and went back out front. I saw the tension leave her as Ann slowly relaxed. Cindy was there to protect her family that was obvious.

I looked at Ann as I held my daughter.

"How, why — why didn't you tell me?"

She smiled sadly. "Eddy, I wanted a baby and you were the only one whose child I wanted to have. When you showed up in 2000 I knew that it was my only chance. I know it was wrong, but you have no idea how I wanted a baby. I took you showing up as a sign!"

"You should have…"

"No, I couldn't. Not even once I knew I was pregnant. I told you I wasn't looking to change your life. I also know how much you love your family. I was selfish, but as you can see, she's a doll!"

Sephie looked up at me and ran back to her Mom.

"Baby, go upfront to Cindy!" She kissed her and then Sephie ran through the curtain.

"Okay, Ed, now I can face you. I know I was wrong. Hate me if you want, but it's not Sephie's fault. I did this! Cindy and Lou didn't know until I started showing."

"I don't hate you! I don't understand, but I don't hate you." I looked down at the floor. "I have another daughter!"

"Yes, you do and she is amazing! Smart and quick! She's my whole life!"

"Does she know?"

"No. I told her you were my friend."

"I am still lost, so now what do we do?"

"I don't know Eddy. It was wrong not to tell you. But I was being really protective. She is my daughter and I didn't want to try and share her long distance. She has me and Cindy."

"Lou?"

"Lou headed west a couple of years ago. We are still in touch but she wasn't ready for the family scene."

"So Sephie has two Moms?"

"I guess so! We don't live as lesbians, well not officially. We are a family and it works well for us. We still have a wide circle of friends and even a few AF ones."

"I hate to ask, but the Nymphette stuff?"

"History! I am not wild anymore, haven't been for a long time. You were my last fling and when Sephie came and Cindy and I settled into this life, it was more than I ever thought it would be."

"So why tell me now? If Sephie hadn't been here I would have never known."

"Not telling you has been stressing me out for a long time. I decided Sephie needed to know her Dad."

"Ann, my wife is going to murder me!"

"No, I'm not!"

I jumped up and turned around and standing in the corner, near the back door was my wife. She was holding Sephie. I had to sit back down again.

"Ann came and saw me a couple of months ago. You were in England for a month."

"You knew and . . ."

"When she told me, I didn't believe it, I couldn't believe it. Then she showed me pictures of Seph and I knew it was true. I hated you for a while but Ann and Sephie spent almost the whole month with me. I got to know them and decided I didn't, no I couldn't hate them. I am still not too pleased with you, but I think I understand more than you do right now."

I sat there in a daze when my wife dropped an unexpected bomb. "But you get to tell your older daughters that they have a half-sister in Alabama and tell your Mom that she has another granddaughter!"

"OMG I was so dead!" I thought as the image of my mother and daughters ranging against me filled what was left of the brain.

Feedback always welcome!!!. I keep trying new things and new points of view. I hope you enjoy them. Let me know if they work for you or not. This is not a true story, but there are true elements. A good friend of mine told me about an airman he was tutoring in tech school who told him her nickname was Nymphette — the rest of the story grew from my warped mind. If 'Nympho' is out there, your old tutor says Hi!