I was looking forward to my sixteenth birthday party with about as much enthusiasm as I would a bad dose of the flu.

I'd had a lousy three weeks. Tonight's family get together was a bid by my dear old mum and dad to lift my spirits and, at the same time, celebrate my reaching the official "age of consent". Not that they quite thought of it that way, I'm sure.

I didn't think of it that way either, because I'd already done a little bit of unofficial consenting before the event, so to speak. In fact it was the letdown after my first sexual foray that had plunged me into the doldrums.

Mark had been the first real love of my life. I'd been through the usual heavy petting sessions with a few young bucks who were almost as green as I was. But their efforts to deflower me were pretty clumsy, and I was too terrified of pregnancy to allow things to get out of hand. Not that I didn't enjoy the "hands on" experience. There were some beautiful stirrings within me that offered promise of delights ahead.

Mark was two years my senior and had had that little extra sexual confidence and maturity that enabled him to penetrate my defences. He'd been smart enough to "wind me up" with some exciting foreplay sessions before luring me to his bed when his folks were away for the day.

I'd fought the good fight expected of a girl new to the game of boys and girls. But he'd caught me off guard and in a sexy mood. An innocent little get together at his place "to listen to records" had quickly turned into a "get naked" party in his bedroom. A bit more kissing, stroking and probing, plus the production of a condom, had been enough to push me over the edge, In a matter of minutes he had satisfied his lust and laid waste to my virginity.

It hurt like hell that first time, and there had been blind panic when he'd withdrawn and discovered the bloodstained sheets that had resulted from the "damage" his penis had inflicted on my insides. Panic about the evidence of our escapades, not my lost virginity.

Some quick washing and ironing took care of the problem however, and the event became one of our treasured moments as we entered a beautiful but brief series of carnal encounters as I was tutored in the delights of sex.

I was a good, and "hungry" pupil, and while I didn't particularly enjoy having a condom insulating me from real, flesh-to-flesh contact, I accepted that my needs justified his "covered end".

My "oldies" had made it very clear to me that if I was silly enough to get myself pregnant I'd be on my own, and left to "carry the baby".

No chance. I was way too young and had plenty of good years ahead. Besides, I enjoyed the mating game and wanted lots of "test runs" before I allowed some horny guy's swimmers to pop one of my eggs and give me a bellyful of kid.

My first bouts of illicit sex didn't last long before the rug was pulled from under me, though.

A party about three weeks ago had brought the fun times to an end. My half- drunken lover had gotten the hots for one of my girlfriends and disappeared with her in his car. While he was spreading her legs in the back seat, I was in tears wondering what she had that I hadn't, and how the hell I was going to get home.

On top of that came the lousy result in my recent Maths assignment. I was usually pretty good in that area, but I'd bombed badly on some tricky equations. I had let my emotional crash occupy too much of my thinking.

So here I was, on the eve of my sixteenth birthday, an educational flop and already on the lover's scrap heap. Happy birthday!

Tonight's party, given my current bout of the blues, was set as a small family affair. Just mum, dad, my brother and sister. Sort of a "pick Annie up and dust her off" party. Actually my birthday was tomorrow, but tonight was Saturday, and I certainly had nowhere better to go.

John, my brother, decided to add to the numbers at the last minute. He rang from the air base he was stationed at to ask if he could bring a visiting pilot friend who was overnighting there.

John was five years older than me. He was an aircraft engineer in the Air Force.

We had a good association. He was a good looking guy and had had plenty of women. I'd heard quite a bit about his escapades, and he about mine, limited though they were. We were good mates, and confidantes. There were moments when I wished he wasn't my brother though, particularly when I'd caught him naked at odd times.

I sensed it was a two way thing. He'd caught me nude a few times too, and had been in no hurry to look the other way. I knew that look, the dirty beast.

I wasn't in any hurry to get tarted up for the shindig. I decided to stay "grubby" and spend a couple of hours at the computer trying to get my mathematical messup sorted out. Then John walked in with his mate.

I took one look and ran for my room. He was gorgeous! Tall, powerfully built, absolutely bloody beautiful.

It took me ten minutes to make myself presentable. I was still only in shorts when I re-emerged for introductions, but at least my hair was a bit better, and I'd managed to add a bit of war paint.

"So this is our birthday girl," were his opening remarks, as John introduced us. He gave my hand a little squeeze and added, "Happy birthday!" God! His voice fitted the image perfectly. Strong, deep and warm. His name was Anthony.

"Thanks!" I struggled for words, hanging on to his hand, "but it's tomorrow." I ended lamely, cursing myself for being a drivelling idiot.

"Well, I hope tonight is a very special night for you and that tomorrow brings you everything you wish for," he came back. I knew damned well what I wished for where he was concerned.

Needless to say, my stupid sister had the same notions and was trying to take over. She was older than I was by two years and I could sense that the little bitch would have handed him her panties right there and then if it wasn't for the presence of our dear parents. As you can guess, there was no love lost between us.

It didn't quite go as well for her as she might have hoped though. Tony continued to focus on me as he went through the usual opening pleasantries, making me feel the centre of his attention. He had that happy knack of being able to put people at ease, take over a conversation and have everyone involved.

Even the oldies got caught up as we settled down over afternoon tea, listening raptly to stories about Air Force life and the battles of yesteryear and tomorrow, as Tony and John entertained us.

Tony seemed to be on some sort of special assignment. He flew some sort of stealth aircraft called a "Silent Intruder". He was only here for the one night and he wouldn't talk much about it. John explained afterwards that he was attached to an Intelligence squadron and that his operations were "classified".

It soon became time for mum and dad to get the party preps underway. That broke up our little gathering and my damn sister didn't waste any time pinning him down when she got the opportunity. I guess she had a walk up start, given that she was John's age, and I was the "baby".

I guess my blue mood took over then. I gave up and went back to my computer to lose myself in my mathematical conundrums.

I couldn't believe it when, after about fifteen minutes, he was bending over beside me studying the screen. "John tells me you've been having a couple of problems with your maths work. Want some help?" he asked.

"Love some," I answered. "Things have not been going well for me of late."

I glowed smugly as I thought,"Stuff you, big sister, chalk one up for Annie. She would not be happy about this turn of events. Tough!

I really didn't think he could be of much help, but I soon found out differently. He sat down close beside me and had little trouble untangling the mess I had made. He seemed to be good at everything he touched, but I realised he would have to be good at maths and science to be a pilot.

I was ready to swoon, just having him there so close. I started asking more questions to keep him there. He seemed in no hurry to leave, and when his leg brushed against mine I broke out in goose bumps and felt a very warm flush spreading through me.

He seemed so self assured and precise in his every move. He knew exactly the effect he was having on me but didn't make too much of it, just a couple of gentle pats on the arm and a little more thigh rubbing. God! I was ready to eat him. If only the family would buzz off and give me two hours alone with him. What a birthday present.

That didn't happen of course, but the whole evening went beautifully. Tony's attentions had made all the difference. I was out of the doldrums and having fun. I wondered later if my dear brother had done a little devious planning.

The oldies could sense my infatuation but they knew Tony was flying out tomorrow and they seemed happy enough to let me enjoy the moment. To make things even better, my sister, while getting polite responses, was left out in the cold. Great!

Sadly time ran out and my fantasies would have remained unfulfilled but for my dear old dad, god love him. "Tony! Why don't you stay the night?" he asked. "There's a spare bed in John's room, and he's got to go back to the base in the morning too. Saves a double trip."

"Good idea!" John chimed in. It was a bloody good idea as far as I was concerned, though I wasn't sure why. At least I'd see him again in the morning.

I'd had a shower and was just heading for my room when John pulled me aside in the hall with an impish grin on his face.

"Little sister's got the hot's, hasn't she?" He chided.

"Don't be awful." was all I could think of to say.

"I might be able to arrange a special birthday present" he hinted lasciviously. "Are you interested?"

"Wouldn't matter if I was." I giggled. "He's just being nice for my birthday, and besides, I don't think the oldies would be too impressed."

"He's not just being nice. I'm getting signals that he fancies you. And, where the oldies are concerned, they don't need to know unless you're silly enough to tell them." he said encouragingly.

I flushed, and stammered back, "I,I couldn't...how? We'd get caught."

"Not if you do as I tell you." He came back quickly. "Make your mind up. Yes! or No!"

"I can't." I wailed, "I want to... but I'm scared."

"It'll be alright. Trust me." he reaffirmed assuringly, his eyes twinkling knowingly. "Yes! or no?"

I just gave him a weak grin and nodded, blushing.

"Right." he said conspiratorily. "Just do as I tell you. Go to bed, lock your door as usual, leave your window wide open and the curtains pulled back. Don't go to sleep, and don't scream if a visitor arrives around one o'clock."

I knew what he was up to. We lived in a single storey house, and had all used the windows at one time or another to avoid parental attention.

"I'm going to get caught." I moaned. "I just know it. I must be bloody mad. They'll hear us." Mum and dad's room was right next to mine. John's was on the other side of them, and my sister's room was on my other side.

"Not if you're very quiet, they won't." John reassured me. "Have fun, but do it silently."

He started to walk away then turned back, put his lips to my ear and whispered, "I envy the bastard." Then grinned and walked off to his room leaving me stunned in the hallway.

My mind was in turmoil as I locked my door.I don't know whether I was trembling with excitement or fear. Probably both.

What was going to happen? Would he really come? Was it going to be a quiet petting session, or were we going to make love? I fantasised about having his hands running over me, stripping me naked, opening me to his manhood. God! How I wanted him inside me. But this wasn't fantasyland. It was very real. It was going to happen. I was a young girl, and about to have sex with a man of the world. What should I do? What would he expect of me? Would I make a fool of myself? Would he be disappointed?

I didn't have any answers. I was locked into something from which there was no turning back. I was aflame with lust. My breasts heaving, nipples hard with excitement, and my vagina already moistening with anticpation, readying me for easy penetration.

I seemed to be in slow motion as I tried to think how best to handle the situation. I guess if he was coming to my bedroom he'd expect to find me in bed. There was little doubt that was where I'd end up. I put on my laciest shorty nightie and a cute pair of bikini panties. I thought I should at least try to look sexily demure.

I obeyed instructions, opened the window wide, pulled back the curtains, then climbed under the covers to await my fate.

The house settled down quickly. I could soon hear dad snoring, but mum was an unknown quantity.

The minutes ticked by as my mind raced with more sexual fantasies. I couldn't keep my hands off myself as I lay in the darkness, my fingers roaming between my hardened nipples and a vagina that was begging for male attention. One thing was certain. If he did arrive, he'd have no trouble sliding his beautiful weapon inside me. At this rate I was going to be a dripping mess before he even touched me.

I was aching with desire as the clock hit one. Where was he? Had he decided it was too risky? Was it all one of John's tricks? My spirits started to slump.

Then suddenly a warm hand on my shoulder. He was sitting on the bed beside me. I don't know how he managed it so silently, but he was there, and I was in heaven.

He bent down and put his lips lightly to mine, then pulled back and put his finger to his lips in a cautionary gesture and began to turn back the covers. I moved over to make room for him but suddenly found myself completely uncovered, his hands lifting my legs over the side of the bed. Then he took my hands and pulled me slowly to my feet.