Ruese Santini heard an approaching Hum-V. The teenage reservist came alert, removing his NOD’s, squinting at the approaching vehicle. When the intense beam of a spotlight swept over his location, Ruese was glad he’d removed the infrared night vision goggles. His old M-16 A-2 was level, menacing but hardly dangerous. Modified for war-games, the assault rifle was loaded with blanks and a muzzle brake in place, the weapon mounting a ‘you’re dead’ laser.

blending against a backdrop of mottled tarpaulins, the seventeen year-old reservist was nearly invisible. Beneath the camo tarp was what remained of an F-15 Eagle. Since the old aircraft was little more than a gutted shell, it hardly required protection. Still, the fighter-bomber was designated a prime target. However stupid the practice alert might seem, Guarding the jet was his part in a security exercise.

While he squinted, avoiding xenon strobes, spotlight beams swept around his location, then out past him to the apron perimeter and along the bottom of a ten foot high chain-link security fence. A transceiver earpiece in his helmet clicked.

“Clear five,” he said, giving the required response.

No other words were exchanged as the patrol vehicle sped off, illuminating the next lone sentry and mound of camouflage tarpaulin. When his night vision returned, Ruese pulled down IR goggles. Switching on night-sight, always looking outward, always giving the IR conversion time to respond, he circled the aircraft. After making a third circuit, he relaxed, thoughts conjuring images of Honey Stevenson, incorporating a medley of erotic fantasy.

Days earlier, the high school teen informed him of the coming exercise, teasing, promising to sneak out and visit him at this post. Honey was gorgeous, slender, blonde and hot. It was well known that she had a reputation. Her thing was for dark Chicano boys. So far as Ruese knew, she never indulged repeat performances. Unfortunately, she was also the base commander’s only daughter.

Weeks before, his buddy Carlos Rodrigez had been graced by Honey’s attention. After the incident, He had spun an improbable tale. However unbelievable, the narrative left Ruese with a persistent erection.

Like a stalking cat, Honey had cornered Carlos at the Rec Centre. After a little teasing, she had suggested more intimate possibilities. Eagerly necking with him whenever they were alone, Honey soon made it clear she wanted more. A crowd of annoying, younger teens dispersed after the nine o’clock curfew, but there were few places where they could avoid adults. She led Carlos outside, back of the swimming pool where a wall and alcove off the parking lot was lined by tall cedar shrubs. There had been an initial complication. Though on the pill, she wasn’t up for unprotected sex and Carlos didn’t have a condom. Ever resourceful, Honey flipped up her skirt, pulled down blue panties and bent over a decorative boulder, presenting her bare ass. Encouraging him, she slid his dick between folds until wetness made the crest slick. Keeping a firm hand on him, she directed the head of his cock into the tight rosebud of her ass.

Halfway inside that tight chute, Carlos began having second thoughts, grossed out by thoughts of poop, wondering about diseases. He hesitated. When he grasped Honey’s breasts and squeezed, her eager moans, warm buttocks and panting breath wiped away most of the teenager’s sensibility. More than hard, Carlos was thrusting fast and hard, buried up to the hilt and near to cumming, only to be rudely interrupted.

A nightstick smacked him across the kidney, instantly breaking the mood. Erection wilting, he jumped back, caught by the flashlight of SF corporal Ortigas. Hopping, stumbling, jerking up briefs and cut-off jeans, Carlos scrabbled away and fled.

Quite unexpectedly, Ruese heard the rest of that story from Honey. More than a week after his friend’s misadventure, Honey Stevenson approached Ruese outside school. Strolling up, she asked casually if he knew there was going to be an alert, and that a security exercise would involve reservists.

Startled by her information, puzzled that she was telling him, Ruese kept aloof. Encouraged by his diffidence, she also told him the alert was on for that Friday night.

Now, at his post, thinking back, Ruese wondered if she had bewitched him. Honey was lovely. Though he wasn’t tall, she was shorter, petite and slender, but only sixteen. Also, her reputation made Honey social poison; and, because her father was the base-commander, potentially dangerous. Still, they had walked home together that first day, and every day that week. More, Honey had led him on by telling more about the security exercise. Apparently her father had decided to make a surprise call-up of high-school reservists, using them as security guards. She had leafed through secret papers on his desk at home, spotting Ruese ‘s name, and in particular, informed him what his sentry post would be. Her information had been bang on.

“Want me to sneak out and visit you?” she asked suggestively on Wednesday afternoon.

“And get caught with you like Carlos? Thanks, but no,” was Ruese ‘s blunt response.

Though her face fell, then hardened a little, she hadn’t let go or flounced away. Until that exact moment, he hadn’t known that playing hard to get was a major turn-ons for the younger teen.

“Didn’t think you were chicken,” she taunted.

“I get caught doing something like that in uniform and I’m really screwed.”

“I was thinking of it being the other way around.” she answered flippantly, pouting, bumping her hip against him as they walked, saying, “my screwing you. Maybe your gay Ruese? That why you never date? Why you’ve never paid any attention to me? Or, any other girls?”

Ruese remembered blushing, hissing vehemently, “no way am I queer!”

“I’m not so sure,” she mused, voice deliberately teasing, provocatively swaying hips brushing them against his. “After all, you don’t party, never had a steady girlfriend, and generally only hang with guys ... like Carlos?.””

His anger flared, then he understood she was baiting him. More, he realized that this girl with the reputation for being easy had finally decided she wanted him.

“I’m straight, studious,” and I don’t want to do anything that would mess up academic goals. Besides, you’re only sixteen!”.”

“And you’re almost poetic,” she laughed, considering, saying, “sure hope you aren’t thinking of a church vocation? Those priests preach about sin and celibacy. Doesn’t seem to stop them bum fucking altar boys or fondling girls.”

Ruese had been jolted by that. He hadn’t thought of becoming a priest, having learned about priests and their hypocrisy first-hand from his sister.

“Not a chance. Did you have a bad experience?” he had asked with terse seriousness, recalling an event that had shaken his older sister.

She had cocked her head at him, considering, then gave a sharp nod. “Actually, yes. When I was thirteen, Father Dominica kept trying to feel my breasts and other places. Put up with his groping until I was fourteen. Let him get his hand in my panties. When I got wet and his eyes started glazing over, I snapped an elbow strike up into his chin. That was the year I got my green belt. Chipped a few teeth and knocked the sanctimonious prick backwards into his confessional.”

Ruese had snorted out a laugh. “Somebody should cut the balls off that old Bastardo,” he muttered, adding with a growl, “Francine told me the perv tried the same with her. Kept fondling her about five years ago.”

“So, if you aren’t planning on remaining celibate, ?” she prompted, nudging him with an elbow. “Want to party? Or, maybe you just don’t like me?”

He blushed, shaking his head, protesting, “it isn’t that. I’ve always liked you. You’re brilliant, attractive ... real hot. But too much of a risk!”

“you frightened that my reputation might scar you socially?”

Though the truth of that hit him, Ruese had snorted. “Socially? I don’t date. I don’t give a shit about social. Besides, if I was worried about my reputation being soiled, I wouldn’t be walking you home. But, shagging you while on guard duty would be real dense. A stupid risk. I could end up in the can.”. Then, my father would beat the crap out of me-literally.”

“I never thought you stupid Ruese, “ she mused, walking close, hip still brushing his. “In fact, I’ve always been attracted to you. You were my first and only real crush. I’m the one who’s been stupid. Should have talked long before this. Four years ago I wanted you to be my first and only.”

“Four years ago?” he blurted. “You were only twelve!”

She giggled. “You remember.”

‘First and only?’ he thought, her statement throwing him. He still puzzled at her words. He had certainly indulged fantasies about Honey, about having sex with her, of them doing some of the things she was reputed to enjoy. Hell, he could remember thinking about her even before she was twelve. At eleven, she was starting to develop breasts, dreamy bedroom eyes staring at him with adult longing every time he was over visiting her older brother. Her flirtations had driven him to distraction. Finally, he stopped hanging with her brother, Devon. Still, while they walked, he did feel anxiety that bordered uncomfortably on fear.

“Really? A crush?” He murmured, then caught himself, adding, “it’s still a bad idea. if we got caught, I’d be in very serious trouble, and you may not care, but I do.”

“If we were careful, and well hidden, nobody would catch us,” she answered, then glanced around and furtively reached. Her fingers stroke the growing bulge in his pants.

Ruese let slip a groan.

“Besides, the risk makes it even more exciting. I get wet just thinking about being with you that way.”

He sucked a breath, looking around quickly to see if anybody was watching. Nobody was close enough to hear. He hoped none of the scattered teens saw where her fingers had wandered.

“Maybe,” Ruese allowed, then shook his head. “No. Making love is ... special. Indulging you ... satisfying your fantasy ... having sex and then being dumped wouldn’t be worth the hurt. You dumped Carlos, so he blabbed. He said you won’t even talk to him.”

“I never was interested in Carlos, just the sex,” she answered, shrugging diffidently.

“but what happened after Carlos ran? I hear Ortigas is getting shipped off to some base in Alaska?”

“His fault,” she answered defensively, stopping, turning to face him. Moving in close, she pressed fingers into the front of his jeans, fondling a surging erection, letting out a satisfied purr. “Mmmhhh. This feels more than promising. Dangerous even.” she murmured, stepping back, turning away, sauntering ahead of him with hips swaying. She glanced back over a shoulder, giving him a smouldering look. “Ortigas got careless,” she added saucily. “After scaring off Carlos, the pig threatened to tell daddy unless I let him have some action.” Honey shrugged. “I was already turned on.” She grinned. “Then, I saw his cock.” She tittered. “Ortigas unbuckled his pistol belt, dropping drawers around his boots. I almost laughed. His dick was maybe four or five inches long and not very thick. Ruese knew that his face was blushing hot at her candor, his thoughts raced, all tangled by her utter frankness. “I bent over and got him wet in my come, then made certain he was stuffing that dick in my back door. Went in easy. Then, he held me in those orangutan arms. Unlike his cock, his hands are big. They squeezed my tits until I yelped. Then, he pushed fingers into my cunt, his thumb jammed against my clit, groaned and came. I didn’t.”

She snorted, swallowing a laugh.

“When he pulled out, I forced myself to have an explosive shit. Sprayed his polished boots and pants. He started cursing, slapping my bare ass hard. I shrieked, spun and gave him a hard elbow strike right in the sternum.” She smirked. “He didn’t expect that. Stumbled backwards, tripped over his pants and fell through the shrubs, then fell over a concrete parking abutment. Just then, an officer came running across the parking lot. I’m guessing he heard me scream.”

“Your dad didn’t kill you?” he asked, amazed. “No grounding? Didn’t threaten to send you off to a convent or something?”

She laughed, shooting him a foxy look. “Daddy never found out. It was dark. I’d already pulled up my panties and was running, Keeping behind the shrubs. That officer only caught a flash of my backside as I ran. Never knew who it was.” She giggled. “Ortigas didn’t dare say he’d been bumming the base commander’s sixteen year old daughter. Claimed he had to shit so bad he jumped behind the shrubs and dumped before getting his pants down. Said he shrieked when bushes jabbed his balls. Unfortunately for him, that officer didn’t buy his story.”

She bumped close again, taking Ruese ‘s free left arm, tucking his hand up tight under the firm curve of a small, but full and very firm breast. He swallowed, realizing that she wasn’t even wearing a bra under the cashmere sweater. His fingers in hers, she raised his hand, brushing the back against a hint of stiff nipple.

“Unless you’re jealous, this might give you ideas?”

“More than maybe,” he managed to choke out, feeling an overwhelming urge to cum in his pants. “I’ve had ideas about you since before you were twelve. No shortage in that department. But, your still trouble.”

Remembering that walk, and their conversation, Ruese pulled off IR goggles, pushed back the combat helmet and lowered his assault rifle. Right hand dropping to his crotch, he eased the constriction around an erection, rubbing a cramped hard-on. He seriously wanted Honey, though some rational part of his brain earnestly hoped she didn’t show.

Ruefully, he felt a serious concern. Honey’s sexual exploits went way beyond naughty. Then too, there was always the risk of catching an STD. Unlike Carlos, he had taken precautions. Even though he doubted that Honey would show, he stole a couple of condoms from his dad’s bedside table, slipping them into his pocket before responding to the base alert.

Down deep, Ruese wanted more from Honey than she had given Carlos, though he admitted the indulgence of bumming her would be a treat. He sighed, older memories flickering at the back of thought.

Though celibate for the past few years, Ruese was far from gay, and had considerable experience with sex. Not long after reaching puberty, he discovered the pleasures of masturbation and ejaculation, arousals helped along by a secret collection of erotic photographs and porno magazines.

One evening, his bedroom door suddenly opened. His older sister Francine appeared while he was jerking off. Ruese had been holding a magazine, fantasizing about the colour photo of a naked woman, her legs spread, fingers holding open her vulva lips.