Chapter 18: White Christmas

They spent Christmas Eve at the MARS shack patching phone calls stateside over high frequency (shortwave) radio and, as Roxie predicted, they were busy. However, before they opened for business, the Chaplain walked in. He’s there often and they have him on speed dial because when they have a phone call go bad, he’s needed. With the chaplain was Colonel Getz, the Wing Commander, Lt. Colonel Snyder, commander of the 35th Fighter Squadron and Lt. Colonel Walker of the 80th Fighter Squadron. They brought a fifth of scotch to help celebrate the holidays and they thanked and congratulated the volunteers. “Wedge and Roxie, I should have known,” grinned LTC Walker. “Why is it every time I turn around, you two are right there in the thick of things?”

Roxie gave LTC Walker a kiss on the cheek and said, “It’s because we love you.”

After a long, busy night of patching phone calls home, Wedge and Roxie walked back to the dormitory, hand in hand, in the gentle snowfall. “This is really pretty,” said Roxie. “This is the first real snow that I’ve ever seen. We don’t get snow at Luke.” Luke was a base in Arizona, and she spent most of her career there.

“This is what I grew up with, it feels weird when I don’t see snow at some point during the winter,” said Wedge.

“This is my first white Christmas,” she said as they walked between the airman’s dorms. “What?” she asked, seeing the look on Wedge’s face.

“I’m waiting for the White Christmas with a White Guy remarks.”

“No! I’m not that crass ... besides ... it kinda goes without saying, doesn’t it?” and she took off running before Wedge could grab her.

They ended up in her room, which was more wide-open than Wedge’s room. She had a small Christmas tree in one corner and lights strung around the room. They kicked off their snowy mukluks at the door and as she unbuttoned Wedge’s flannel shirt she said, “I don’t know if I’m ready, but we can compromise, can’t we?”

“Of course,” said Wedge softly, “I’ve never really had much experience so I guess we’ll see what we can see.” His fingers were busy on her buttons, trying to open her blouse and feeling so incompetent at the simple task.

“You’re a virgin?”

“No, but I spent most of my life in the friend zone, so my experience is minimal.”

“There’s no Missus Wedge from your past sucking your paycheck dry?”

“No, I have always been seen as a friend, very rarely a lover.”

“Gawd damn you know some stupid women! I have you all to myself and I get to slow walk you right where I want you,” she said as their lips met and their shirts dropped to the floor. Wedge reached behind her and, with four snaps, unfastened her bra. Her breasts were large and heavy, and his hands cupped them and gently massaged them. Her nipples were hard and getting harder, and he twirled them between thumb and forefinger as they kissed.

“Honey, you’re shaking!”

“I’m terrified,” said Wedge. “I’m afraid I’m going to do something stupid, and this is going to end, or that this is all a dream and I’m going to wake up alone...” his voice choked up as he admitted his fears to her.

“No, not this time. We’re here together to the end,” she said with a gentle smile.

“This is the Best Christmas ever,” he sighed, which caused her to laugh.

“Silly! There’s more to come,” she said as he sat in her easy chair and pulled her into his lap, putting her breasts in line with his mouth. He began nibbling and suckling on a breast, and she gasped. It’s been a long time since such exquisite thrills rolled through her body. She clasped her hands to his head and held his mouth to her breast. So good ... so perfect ... He nipped at her nipple, sending a shock of delicious pain through her, and she squeaked.

“Sorry,” gasped Wedge.

“Don’t apologize for being awesome,” she whispered and ran her hand through his hair and pulled his mouth up to hers for a kiss.

“I did ok?”

“Let me put it this way,” she grinned and leaned forward. Her mouth closed on wedge’s nipple and her teeth dug in gently and her tongue flickered over the sensitive nub. A jolt of sensation rocketed from his nipple to his cock. Instantly, his cock was harder than he ever had been. The sensations were nothing like he ever experienced, they were overwhelming. He pulled her away from his nipple and they kissed, sweet and deep.

Finally, she pushed away from Wedge and laid a mink blanket on the floor, tossed down a couple of pillows onto the mink blanket, then came back to Wedge. “I’ve always wanted to do this; I had a dream last night where we did this, will you indulge me?”

“Is it kinky and weird?”

“Yes,” she said softly. “Kind of.”

“Then I’m your man.” He stood at her urging, and she pulled his jeans down, and then his boxers. His cock sprung free, and she was transfixed for a moment. Her warm, soft hand wrapped around his cock. Her fingertips didn’t reach the tip of her thumb and she smiled at what she had unwrapped for Christmas.

She studied his circumcised cock for a long minute, then rose, still holding his cock, and whispered, “This makes me so hot.” Then she took his right hand and wrapped it around his cock and as they kissed again, she urged his hand up and down on his cock. “Cum for me,” she whispered. “I want to watch...” She leaned back and watched his hand tentatively stroke up and down his cock. “That is so hot,” she gasped in utter shock at how excited it made her to watch him stroke his cock and knowing that it was her that made him so hard was even better. Then she quickly pulled down her slacks and tiny red panties and, wearing only her warm wool socks, she lay down on the mink blanket and masturbated along with him.

To Wedge, this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She laid back and timidly spread her legs while Wedge looked in amazement at her beautiful hourglass figure, her flawless mocha skin, her neatly trimmed pussy, her breasts that wobbled about on her chest. She squeezed her tits and sometimes savagely pinched and pulled on her nipples as Wedge watched hungrily and stroked his cock. “Don’t touch, just watch and show me what you like,” she said breathily. “I always dreamed of doing this with the man I loved.” Her right hand reached down to her pussy and her fingers danced in circles around her clit.