The Missile 3
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 12: Rinse and Repeat
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 12: Rinse and Repeat - The third in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit Petting
I sent Cindy a text when we got to the hotel. She ran around the corner while I was at the counter checking in and jumped on me. “I missed you tonight! You should come see me every night!”
“But ... I am!”
“My Dad had to bring me here tonight. You’re the man, you should be driving me around.”
“Cindy, honey, I’m not positive, but I have a sneaking suspicion that your Dad is a man, too. He can drive you around sometimes.”
“Hmmph! He’s not MY man! Give me a kiss.”
I ended up holding her against my chest as I finished checking in, telling the agent that my mother had made two reservations and I would be paying for both of them. Then I got out of the way so Nell could check in. Then I shoved Cindy up against a wall so I could kiss her the way I really wanted to. I had to give my card back to the agent so I could pay for Nell’s room.
Nell ended up carrying my bag, since I was carrying Cindy. We were walking to the elevator when my phone rang. What the ... It’s almost 11, who’s calling me this late? It was a 205 area code so maybe Birmingham, so I let Cindy down to have a free hand and answered it. “Hello?”
“This is Della with Regions Bank Credit Services. Am I speaking with Samuel McGowan?”
“Yes, this is Sam. What can I do for you?”
“Your credit card was just used for two separate transactions in the Anniston area. Was this you?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Um, I’m down here in Ft. McClellan for the weekend. I have my license and I drive locally, but long drives and at night? My parents want an adult with me and my Mom says I have to pay the adult’s expenses so, yeah, two hotel rooms and probably a couple of meals tomorrow, too.”
“So this is not fraud?”
“No ma’am, they are both valid charges.”
“Thank you. We’ll let them through.”
Wow! That was the first time I’d ever seen that. Mom and Dad had mentioned getting credit monitoring on my card, but that was a first for me.
Cindy and Nell wanted to know what that was all about. “That was Regions Bank Credit somebody. They wanted to know if my card was hacked because it was used for two different hotel rooms in another town from where I live. I’m glad my parents set that up for me. Oh, I should let the front desk know.”
I finished putting Cindy down and went back to the front desk to tell them. Hey, my bank just called me to ask if two different rooms on my card was fraud or not. I told them that, no, my Mom said I had to pay for my driver’s room too, so it should be good.
Hah! When I got back they had the elevator and were waiting for me. I refused to pick Cindy up again, because if I did I would be too heavy for the elevator. Oh, okay. It took her a couple of seconds. No, me carrying Cindy does not weigh more, to the elevator, than me and Cindy standing next to each other. Yeah, she hit me. I’m starting to see a trend here.
When we got to our rooms -they were next to each other- Cindy told Nell that she was claiming me for the night, but should Sam spend a couple minutes in her room telling her goodnight? Nell allowed how as that would be nice. So, I let Cindy in my room and then spent some time sitting up on one of the beds with Nell on my lap.
We were both topless, the way we should always be for serious discussions like “In another month Cindy will be first, and then we will make love whenever you want.” I love playing, I love nursing. We are getting closer to being able to say we love each other. Even just snuggling afterwards is good.
Cindy was waiting, though. When I got up, I asked Nell “If you were at home with your husband, what would you be wearing to bed?” She got up, took the rest of her clothes off, and got back in bed. I kissed her four times before I grabbed my shirt and walked to the door. On her tummy, on her two nipples, and her mouth.
Cindy, on the other hand, was fully dressed when I got to my room. She met me at the door, helped me take my clothes off, and pushed me into the shower. Okay, she took her top and bra off while she was stripping me, but she kept her pants on.
When I got out she helped me dry off, then she had me stand in the doorway and hold the top of the frame. Well, that didn’t take too long! She wasn’t anywhere near as good as Nell, but who cares? She’s beautiful, she wants to do it, and it was awesome!
After that she had me put my undies and pants on so she could take hers off, and we went to bed. We spent a long time just holding each other, touching, kissing, exploring and playing. She started to get squirmy when I nursed, so I moved around to where I could get between her legs.
She was making too much noise, though, so I went and got a clean washcloth from the sink area and handed it to her. “Here, honey. We don’t want the police to come break the door in because of your screaming.” She gave me a face, but she put it in her mouth. I spent a while making her scream into that washcloth before we slept.
I slept great, having a naked Cindy glommed onto my side. I should have her or Nell sleeping naked next to me, or maybe on me, every night. Cindy by preference, of course. She’s young, she’s beautiful, she’s healthy, and she even gags herself when I tell her to. Who could ask for more?
I wasn’t worried about what time to wake up, but Cindy had her phone set to alarm at 7AM. Sure, that’s fine. We both took quick showers, all I really needed was to wash my face, but whatever, then dressed for the Portal and went down for breakfast. I texted Nell and she said she was down eating with Aaron. Okay, we’re the slugs this time.
I texted Jim while we were eating. “Hotel rooms tonight? We may not need them.”
He replied before long with “You might need them and we promised.”
I sent back “Okay, thanks!” and passed my phone around the table. Everyone agreed that it was a lot easier to get a room we didn’t need on Saturday morning than to get a room at the last minute on a Saturday night, and it was being paid for by the state anyway. I could hear my Dad saying “Yeah, it’s being paid for by OUR TAX DOLLARS!” but I didn’t make a stink about it.
We were on the road by 9 to go two miles to the Portal we were supposed to be at by 10. Early was fine. We put all our armor on, I tied my sneakers to the outside of my pack, and we went to go look at the “Tips and RIPs” board. Nothing had changed since Eric had updated the notes to say that I had gotten an apparently magical fang from the ‘boss’, as we were the last ones to use it thirteen days ago.
It took ten days for a Portal to ‘reset’ so it could be entered again, and ALPRA had reserved it for our use again. Today was December 11, so after we entered it wouldn’t be available again until December 21 at the same time we entered today. That would be a Tuesday, four days before Christmas. We would be off from school for the Christmas break, but wouldn’t be able to use it yet as we had our own ‘cooldown’ period when we couldn’t enter Portals. That was five days, and we would probably be doing another Dive in another Portal next Saturday, on December 18th.
Oh, and it was ‘ten days after entered today’. It wasn’t ‘ten days after we left it’. That had been tested exhaustively over the last couple of years. It didn’t make sense to us, but it was a rule we could at least use. If we went in at 10:01 today and didn’t come out until 1:13 this afternoon, someone could go in ten days from now at 10:02 in the morning. That’s ‘1001’, ‘1303’, and ‘1002’ according to my Dad, but he’s in the Navy and they tell time weird.
We could go in on Thursday 12/23, but maybe that wasn’t a great idea. Did we need to spend Christmas with our families, recovering from some horrible wound we’d taken? Maybe we could take a week off for the holidays. I mean, I had some money for Christmas presents now, and I needed some time for shopping.
Anyway, there was nothing new on the T&R board. Eric did a last check that everyone had all their armor on, our packs all had water and food, and everyone had our weapons stored in their inventory. Yep, all good. We all held onto each others’ shoulders, and Eric reached out to the Portal.
I was learning when to close my eyes to not get blinded. We were in the stone entry foyer room again, with the stairs going down to the black wall or curtain. Before Eric could get going on what we’d be doing, I said “Can we talk for a bit?”
Eric said “Sure. What’s up?”
“Well, can we all call up our status? I have a change I didn’t notice at first, and I didn’t want to talk about it out there. I have a new Skill. I have four now. Does anyone else have a new Skill?”
Nobody else would admit to having a new one.
“Okay, when I started I had two skills, ‘Mace’ and ‘Shield’. Mace is ‘Level 2’, I’m thinking probably because I am a pretty good baseball player. Then, when I was bitching about not knowing which way was north, somehow I got ‘Goal-Oriented’, meaning that I know where I’m going. Then, sometime either in that last Portal or within a couple of days afterwards, I got another skill.”
“I noticed it a few days ago. It’s named ‘Collection’ and it’s Level 1, too. Its description says ‘Store non-magical parts from defeated opponents’. Doesn’t anyone else have that?”
I got five head-shakes and dumb looks. “Well, shit. Maybe I’m special for some reason. If none of you got that, then I think I need to put everything I can in my inventory so we can all make some money. We can split whatever we get.”
Margie asked “Did you sell your trophies? How much did you get?”
“I sold some. I don’t think I want to admit how much I got, but I am definitely above the poverty line for the year. Even for our family of six here.” I spread my hands out to include the whole team.
We’d studied that in Economics. The Federal government put out guidelines about how much a single person needed to earn in order to eat and pay the bills, and how much that rose as he had one, two, or more dependents. The numbers changed every year with inflation and the economy, but that $55K was probably above their guideline until I had ten kids.
Eric said “We all need to try to solo-kill whatever we can, and then save whatever parts you want. Then, if there’s a market, we can make some money and we’ve already done the hard part.”
He waited a minute, then went on. “Okay, this is your third Dive. It is my fourth time in a Raccoon Portal, and our second one in this particular Portal. For each Portal, we are allowed five trips per level. If you try a sixth time, you will go straight to Level 2. That shouldn’t be a problem, if you’ve done Level 1 five times you should be able to handle Level 2. Just, it’ll be harder. More monsters. More bosses. They are all more powerful. It won’t be as easy as Level 1.”
“Now, every time you re-visit a level, it gets harder. The individual monsters may not get any bigger or more dangerous, but there will be more of them. If we got 25 total last time, we’ll get 30 or so this time. And maybe two bosses at once. Don’t be surprised, just keep killing them and we’ll get through it.”
He thought for a minute. “Oh, and we’ll go through the curtain in battle formation. We may well be walking right into a town meeting of those things. Me, Sam, and George will orient to the greatest threat. Margie and Matt, you have to help to our sides. Or, between us, if we have to spread out to keep from getting flanked. Cindy, we need you to look behind us, where we can’t see. Okay?”
“I got it. I’m the overwatch, in all directions including what’s behind the one right in front of you.”