Friend Zoned
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 9: Nuclear War
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Nuclear War - Wedge Donovan was a rough and ready weapons troop; Roxie Dawson was an aircraft electrician with a dark secret. They meet at Kunsan Air Base and the sparks fly. Wedge falls for this beauty, but he finds out that she's a lesbian. Being lonely and desperate for friendship, Wedge adjusts to life in the Friend Zone, but how long will that last? On the flightline, in the dorm, something's got to give.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Military Workplace Interracial Black Female White Male Masturbation Oral Sex
As winter neared, half of the squadron went to Japan to fly out of Misawa. While they were gone, the squadron loaded up live ordnance on several aircraft and let a few junior pilots do some live drops. Roxie got to see how picky Wedge was when he did the post load inspection on every bomb that was going to fly. It wasn’t hard, there were just two bombs on each airplane, but Wedge went over them like the Inspector General would be the next man to touch those bombs. The Mark-84 bombs were huge green devices. Each bomb weighed 2,000 pounds, and it was amazing that a little plane like the F-16 could lift them with ease. As a young airman, Wedge loaded many Mark-84 bombs, so he was very familiar with them.
The planes took off at 7:30 AM, which meant that Wedge’s day started at 4:00 AM because he spends a lot of time on the pre-flights, especially after the Argon incident.
Around noon, Wedge and Roxie were eating sandwiches in Wedge’s truck (because it had the best heater) when the call came, “Juvat four, control. Viper two three is coming back code three for weapons.”
“Control, please repeat,” asked Wedge, trying not to laugh.
“Viper two three is coming back code three for weapons ... I know, right? He’s coming back to Spot six.” That radio call caused Wedge and Roxie to laugh. Code three means the plane is so broke that it can’t fly again. Weapons are not needed to fly. The only code three for weapons is if he fired his gun and shot his own nose off.
“I gotta see this,” said Roxie as she hopped into her truck. The gang in her truck was goofing around and the windows were steamed up, but Wedge could see her brilliant grin through the steamed-up windows as they moved over close to Spot six. Soon the plane pulled into the parking spot and whirled around, pointing out. The engine shut down and about ten guys pushed the airplane by hand back into the shelter.
The snow was swirling around as the pilot slowly got out of his plane and climbed down from the cockpit. Wedge did a quick inspection of the pylons and wings; it looked like the bombs separated cleanly and didn’t strike the wing as they fell away. “Are you weapons?” demanded the second lieutenant as he struggled against his g-suit.
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