A military officer finds what he needs on Guam
It was around 1970 and I was flying out of Guam. I had already done two tours in Vietnam and now my C-130 crew and I were hauling supplies to support Seabee operations on the Micronesian islands.
In early December, one of the USO’s traveling road shows came through on its way to entertain the troops in Vietnam. The base commander decided to throw a formal dinner for them the evening before they left.
One thing about being a young, single officer is that you occasionally got ‘volunteered’ for formal events and this was no exception. Since there were many female dancers and stars in the troop, a single officer was assigned to eat with each woman, to entertain them and make their evening pleasant. So, I got ‘selected’ to sit with a young starlet who was on the trip.
A little about me. I never knew my parents. The three of us were in a car accident when I was a baby. They were killed instantly but I survived because I was thrown out of the car. So, I grew up a black kid who never knew any home except foster homes, which are really not homes at all.
After finishing high school, I put myself through college by joining the Air Force ROTC, graduated, went to flight school, and ended up as a C-130 driver. In short, the Air Force is the only real family I know. I’m 29, a senior Captain, and instructor pilot. My given name is Maurice, but I gained the nickname ‘Rocket’ in foster care because the cops said that’s how I left the car, like a rocket. I never saw the humor, but it stuck and is now also my call sign.
I’ve been out on dates, but have a lot of trouble developing long term relationships and have never had anyone who I would call a ‘girlfriend.’ I’m satisfied doing my job for the Air Force (I love flying) and keeping to myself other than that.
So, I was assigned to escort Caroline. At the ‘meet and greet’, the afternoon before the dinner, one of the male cameramen traveling to Vietnam pulled me aside and said, “Watch out for Caroline. To describe her as a brat would be doing her a favor. She’s a self-centered, arrogant, entitled little bitch, and, oh yeah, she doesn’t particularly like Black people.” It’s too bad her attitude made her a bitch because she was really beautiful, about 5’3′ and 110 pounds with long blonde hair. I thanked him for the warning and decided to just make the best of it.
Caroline and I were introduced and she declined to shake my hand when I held it out, so we got our table assignment and I didn’t see her again until that evening. In between, I Goggled Caroline’s career, just to know a little about her. She had gotten a child role in a Disney movie when she was 10 and had tried to get other parts, but wasn’t successful. She was now 19 but would be 20 soon.
I deliberately arrived at the dinner at the last minute; she was already sitting at our table. I said, “Hello”, and, surprisingly, she said, “Hello,” back.
The dinner program (introducing the guests, etc.) started and we sat quietly until dinner finally arrived. It was a ‘love and hate’ menu. The food was absolutely excellent but, because there were many courses, each course had only a small amount of food. So, if you liked something, there was no way to get more.
While we were eating, there was little conversation between Caroline and I; we had very little in common to talk about. Then, out of the blue, Caroline popped up and said, “I just wanted you to know that there’s no way I’m going back to your room with you after dinner tonight.”
I had a mouthful of coke when she said it and it was everything I could do to not spit it up. To say I was irritated would have been a gross understatement. I asked her, “Now what have I said or done to make you think I have the slightest interest in having sex with you?”
“Oh I know you men. It’s what all of you want.”
“Sweetheart, let me clue you in. First, I have never had sex with any woman that I didn’t at least like. And, second, you might not be the last female I would ever want to have sex with, but you’re damn close. Your attitude sucks and you’re not even fun to be around. So, do yourself a favor and don’t give yourself more credit than you deserve.”
Her eyes got watery and she looked on the verge of crying, but held on. That was the last thing either of us said for the rest of the evening. When the dinner was over, she got up and left without saying goodbye. Later, I realized that what I had said to her was really mean and, even if it was true, I regretted hurting her feelings.
The next day, my crew was scheduled to haul a replacement bulldozer down to the Seabees on Yap. It was only a ninety minute flight, but was a long day because it took the loadmaster forever to unload the good dozer and winch in the bad one that was heading back to Guam for repairs. So, we were actually gone about seven hours.
When we got back to Anderson (Guam), I heard that the USO tour’s flight to Vietnam had been delayed indefinitely due to security concerns in country, but didn’t think much about it. I went to the Officer’s Club for dinner and a drink; then headed to my off-base house. Once there, I showered, finished my mission report, watched some TV, and hit the sack around 23:00 (11PM for you civilian types). I was working the next day, but not flying. I just had to go into the office.
Around 2AM, I heard a crash outside my front door. I picked up the 9 MM from the nightstand, went to the front door, and opened it slowly. On the ground, leaning up against the door, was an extremely intoxicated and disheveled Caroline. Her hair was a mess, her dress torn, and she had thrown up all over herself. She was mumbling incoherently, but did manage to look up at me when I opened the door.
“What are you doing here?” No answer. “How did you get here?” Just mumbling. Lights were starting to come on across the street, so I decided to get her out of sight. I lifted her up under the arms and carried her into the house.
She was covered in puke. It was on her face, her clothes, and in her hair. I took her straight to the shower, sat her down on the floor, and turned the water on. The water running on her started to sober her up a little and she started crying. She stunk really bad and there was no hope of saving her clothes.
“Caroline. Can you hear me?”
She was sobbing, but managed to get a, “Yes,” out.
“You and your clothes are a mess. I’ll help you, but you need to tell me that it’s OK for me to undress you. It’s the only way I’ll be able to get you clean. OK?”
“You hate me. Why would you help me?”
“I don’t hate you. I hate the way you act. But, that doesn’t matter right now.”
“Ple, Please help me. I am so sick.” And she threw up again.
I got her shirt and bra off, then lifted her up and balanced her on my shoulder while I skinned her jeans and panties down; I sat her back down, and pulled them off just as she threw up again.
“Caroline. I really think you should go to the hospital. I don’t know how much you’ve been drinking, but I think you might have alcohol poisoning.”
She panicked and started begging me not to let anyone find her like she was. For some reason I sympathized, and didn’t call the ambulance. I did tell her I needed to notify someone on the tour though, so they wouldn’t think she was missing. She gave me a name and phone number for one of the female chaperones. I called the lady, gave her my address, and told her Caroline was safe.
It took me forty-five minutes and a lot of shampoo and body wash to get all of the puke out of Caroline’s hair and off her body. I left her in the shower long enough to make sure that she was done emptying the contents of her stomach, then got her up, dried her off, and put one of my long T-shirts on her. It covered her down to just below her butt. I brushed out her hair as best I could and laid her down on the bed in my spare bedroom. As soon as she hit the bed, she passed out.
Her clothes were not worth messing with, so I put them in a garbage bag and closed it up. By then, it was nearly four in the morning, so I made myself some coffee, called the duty officer to let him know I wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be in the office today, and sat down to relax.
She stumbled out of the bedroom at around 9AM. I was at the kitchen table. I asked her if she wanted coffee and she accepted.
“Do you remember what happened last night?”
“I remember going to a party and doing a lot of drinking. Then, some guys put me in a car and dumped me off in front of your house. They told me who to ask for. I remember being sick a lot and you washing me in the shower. Then, this morning.”
I was disappointed because the people she was with, knowing where I live and who I was, meant they were part of the same C-130 detachment I was in. I guess I generally thought more of the people I flew with. I decided not to pursue it though.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
“Caroline. You were drunk way beyond ‘I’m partying and having a good time’ last night. Your drunk level was, ‘I’m trying to forget something that I hate’ “.
She teared up right away and just started babbling the history of her life. Her working long hours as a child actor. Her parents stealing all the money she had made. The current realization that her life as an actor was over and she didn’t have anything else she was qualified to do. And that, for some reason she didn’t understand, people just didn’t like her or want to be around her. By the time she was done, she was crying hard and I was holding her.
About that time, the doorbell rang. When it opened, there was an older woman along with the star of the USO tour, a man that I had admired and respected for as long as I could remember. I asked them both in and they joined us at the kitchen table.
They both eyeballed Caroline. I spoke for her, “She’s had a rough evening. We were just starting to talk about it.”
My idol spoke. “First Captain, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your taking care of Caroline, making sure she was safe, and keeping it under wraps. We don’t need bad publicity for the tour but, more importantly, I don’t know what I’d do if a member of the team ended up hurt at the bottom of a cliff somewhere.”
“Call me Rocket. And, no worries. I didn’t mind helping her.”
He went on, “Caroline. I hope you can appreciate that I can’t take you to Vietnam now, not knowing if you can control whatever is causing your drinking. I’m going to leave you here in Guam for ten days and we’ll pick you up on the way back home. I’ve arranged for a room in the bachelor’s officer’s quarters for you, but can’t spare a female chaperone, so the the base police are going to provide one for you.”
Caroline started crying again. It was another failure in her life.
I thought for a second, then, “Sir, if I may. Can I offer you a second alternative? If Caroline would like to, I’ll take a few days leave and she can stay here with me until you come back. That way she’ll be in much more comfortable surroundings and with someone she knows and can talk to.”
“Oh can I please? I promise to be good.”
“She’ll stay out of trouble, I guarantee, or she’ll wish she had. It’ll be OK.”
“Rocket, if you do this for me, I will owe you big time. I don’t know when or how I’ll repay you, but I’ll owe you.”
“OK, but you won’t owe me anything. Caroline needs emotional support and I don’t mind giving it to her.”
And, with that, the deal was done. They left and took off for Bien Hoa AB that afternoon. I arranged my leave, and Caroline and I picked up her clothing and belongings and moved her into my spare room.
Things went well over the next couple of days. We had lots of good talks with me giving Caroline ideas on how to deal with the traumatic events from her past. There were rules, of course, that I had laid out to her in the beginning. The biggy of those was ‘no drinking for any reason’. And, that she wasn’t allowed to go out on dates or to parties while I was responsible for her. In short, her social life was going to be non-existent for a little while. I even told her how I had gotten the nickname ‘Rocket,’ something that I rarely shared with anyone.
My leave ended because we were short of pilots and I had been out on the supply mission to Kosrae. It’s not a tough mission, but a long one since the one way flying time is just under six hours. It had been a long 16 hour crew day; I was tired and not in the mood for nonsense. When I got home, I found Caroline asleep on the couch in her PJ’s and there was the distinct odor of booze coming from her breath.
I woke her up and told her to join me in the kitchen; then went and got myself some coffee. She came in and sat down. I got right to the point. “You’ve been drinking. Where did you get the liquor?”
She knew she’d been caught and there was no point in lying now. “Some people brought it over and we watched TV and drank for a while.”
“I told you no drinking, didn’t I?”
“Yes sir.”
“And I told you there would be consequences if you didn’t obey me, didn’t I?”
And, with that, I pulled her to her feet, pulled her PJ bottoms and panties down to her ankles, bent her over the back of the couch, and began hand spanking her ass and upper thighs. She screamed an assortment of “No”, “Please”, “Sorry”, and “Ouch”, as her ass got redder and redder. For the first couple of minutes, she struggled and kicked but all she accomplished was to kick her PJ bottoms and panties off her feet and across the room. Finally, she stopped struggling and just laid there, sobbing, as I beat her ass redder and redder.
When I figured she’d had enough, I told her to go lay on the couch on her stomach, not touch her ass until I gave her permission, and that I would spank her again if she did. At that point, she wasn’t even concerned about being naked from the waist down; she went to the couch and did what she was told. She was still sobbing hard as she laid down.
I kept an eye on her as she laid there. She was clenching and unclenching butt cheeks, trying to relieve the burning and itching, but she kept her hands above her head.
After an hour, I told her she could get up. “Caroline, you need to realize that, every time you don’t do what you’re told, that is what’s going to happen to you. Do you understand? I’m not trying to be mean, but I’m responsible for you and I have to know you’ll do what you’re told so you’re safe.”
“Yes.”
She got up, walked into the kitchen, picked up her panties and PJ bottoms, and sat down at the table without putting them on. OK, I admit it, I’m human. It was the first time noticed that her pussy was hairless; the ‘sexy’ thoughts started to enter my brain, but I put them aside.
“I’m doing everything I can to try to help you be able to get control of your life and, for the life of me, I don’t know why considering how you acted the first time we met. But, I am, so this is the way it’s going to be.”
“I’m sorry”.
The next few days were better although I did have to whoop her a couple of more times for her mouthiness. She did finally come to the realization that I wasn’t kidding; don’t be good and you’re destined for me playing ‘Whack A Mole’ on your ass until you’re sorry you did it.
Then, one night, I was asleep when Caroline, crawling into my bed, woke me up. The lights were off, but I slept nude and could feel that she was the same as she cuddled next to me. She laid on her side next to me and kissed me, mouth wide open, and we played tongue tag, as she stroked my cock.
I pulled away from her and asked, “What’s going on?”
“You’ve been everything to me for the last week when there was no reason for you should have. You care about me and I want you to be my first.”
Now there was a shocker. After the ‘I’m a slut’ image she always portrayed, this girl was a virgin? But, there was danger in ‘them there waters’ and I knew it.
“You mean the sexual image you put out is nothing but an act? You’ve never been with a man before?”
“Oh, I’ve done sexual things. I’ve given lots of blowjobs and am told I’m pretty good at it, but I always wanted to have my first sex with someone who cared about me and, throughout my life, I’ve never had anyone like that, until you.”
“What about my being Black. That always seemed to be a problem for you.”
“I’ll admit it. It was. But, maybe that was because of the Black people I had known before you. In the entertainment industry, most of the single Black guys are the ‘ghetto’ types and are only interested in putting babies in as many different women as possible before leaving them and moving on.”
I guess she decided we had talked enough because she started kissing down my body, stopping to suck on my nipples, and lick my stomach until she slid the end of my dick into her mouth.
As cocks go, I’m pretty large, about seven inches long when soft, but a solid ten inches of Black, uncut meat that was around two inches in diameter when hard.
She managed to get the head of my dick in her mouth, but not much more. Her jaws were stretched to the max as I gently stroked her hair. One of her hands was on my cock while the other gently massaged my balls. I have to say, this was turning into the best blowjob I had ever had.
I tried concentrating on baseball, flying, or anything else I could to try to last as long as possible, but this girl was good – real good – and, after about ten minutes, I lost it and blasted her tonsils with rope after rope of thick baby making creme. I hadn’t had sex in a while and was carrying a big load.
Caroline swallowed as fast as possible and somehow managed to not lose anything. My dick started to soften, but she didn’t stop sucking and massaging. She wanted something from me and a load of sperm in her stomach wasn’t it; she was determined to get what she was after.
Another five or ten minutes and I was steel pole hard again. I knew I was big and I knew she was a virgin, so I pulled her head back up to mine and started to roll her on top of me. I figured it would be easier on her if she was on top and could control how fast things happened. But, she stopped me.
“I want to be on bottom. I want you take me, to make me know I’m yours, at least for right now, and you’re going to control everything. I know you have to hurt me, but like when you spank me, it’s for my own good.”
So, I rolled her over on her back, spread her legs wide and bent her knees so her pussy was raised and available. I slowly kissed my way down her body, stopping for a long time at her wonderful boobs and rock hard nipples. I didn’t know it until later, but she ended up with a couple of large hickies on her tits where I had let my lips linger a little too long.
When I got to her pussy, her smell was intoxicating. She was a little wet, but I was going to make sure she was soaked before I took her. I first stopped at her little clit and sucked on it for a long time. Caroline’s hips began bucking and her breathing rate went off the charts. Then, she screamed, soaked my face with girlie juices and had her first orgasm with me.
I slid back up her body, faster this time, until I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth so she could smell and taste her own cum. She grabbed me tight and spread her legs wider and her knees higher. It was time.
I lined my dick up with her birthing hole and pushed gently, getting maybe an inch or so in. Then, I bumped up against her cherry. I leaned her head back so I could look into her eyes, told her to relax as much as she could, kissed her on the forehead, and that I was going to push into her on the count of three.
“One”
“Two,” and I buried three inches of cock into her. She screamed and squirmed like a fish on the end of a line as her hymen was shredded; her pussy clamped painfully down on my cock. She screamed, was panting hard and tears were running from her beautiful eyes.
“Three”.
“You said you would push on three!”
“I know. I lied. Shssh baby. The hard part is over.”
“It hurts and burns so bad.”
“Just relax. We’ll give you some time before doing any more.”
A couple of minutes later, I pulled back about an inch and then pushed into her again. In and out, in and out, each time burying another inch or so in her until my balls came in contact with her ass and our pubic bones bumped.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows so she could watch black meat as it disappeared inside her sweet white body. She was enchanted by the sight and couldn’t take her eyes off it. Then, she said, “I hoped it would be like this and it was.”
“Even with a black man?”
“OK, I’m sorry. I was raised wrong and you helped me figure it out. Can we never talk about that again.”
“Absolutely.”
When I came in her, her eyes rolled back in her head and she said, “Damn. It’s so hot. I need it.”
Well, my fear of ‘relationships’ changed that day. She, or someone a lot like her, was who I could spend a long time with. Our lives changed, obviously. I did go and buy condoms to use, even though I hate them. It was good that I did too. We had sex at least three times every night, sometimes more. There wasn’t enough time to get her on birth control and I didn’t want to get her pregnant, not unless we were both 100% sure.
She asked if she could just stay in Guam with me, but I told her, “No. This has been a very emotionally traumatic time for you. So many things in your life have changed that I’m sure your feelings are all jumbled up inside you. This isn’t the right time for you to be making any major life decisions. Go back to the States, stay off the booze so you can think straight, and take some time to get back to feeling normal again. Then, if you still want to come back, we’ll talk about it. I’m on a five year tour in Guam and will be here another three, and so there’s lots of time.”
A few days later, the tour got back from Vietnam; it had been a rousing success. The troop was only scheduled to stay in Guam for one night before heading back to the States, so Caroline and I were invited to dinner with the senior folks from the show. It was a star studded cast and I got to meet them all, which was enough payment for me.
After the dinner, I asked my hero if he would walk with me for a few minutes, which we did. I said, “You told me you would owe me and didn’t know how you would repay me. Can I tell you how?”
“Please.”
“Don’t tell people why Caroline didn’t go to Vietnam. Make it seem like she was just sick and couldn’t make the trip. Heck, she could have had an appendicitis attack or something like that. I want her to have a clean slate when she goes home. She’s got enough she’s going to have to deal with without piling this truth on it.”
“I take it you two resolved your differences while we were gone or maybe you’re just an insufferable romantic who can’t resist wanting to help those in need. In either case, of course, I’ll do what you ask. I was thinking about it anyway. I had also intended to give you this check for $5,000 dollars to cover your expenses and you having to burn your leave time unexpectedly.”
“I appreciate that, but I don’t need the money and I also don’t have time to deposit the check and get a new one written for Caroline. So, would you rewrite it for Caroline. It’ll be a nice nest egg for her when she gets back to the States.”
He just shook his head. “Jesus. If you ever get out of the Air Force and need a civilian job, find me. I’ll hire you on as my as my personnel manager on the road.” With that, he pulled out his checkbook and wrote a new $5,000 check in Caroline’s name.
He tried to hand it to me, but I stopped him and asked him to give it to her. “I don’t want her to feel like she owes me anything, because she doesn’t. One last thing. Tomorrow, I have to fly to Pohnpei, leaving around 4 in the morning, so I’ll be gone before you guys leave and won’t be back until you’re already gone. I’ll say my goodbyes to everyone tonight.”
“Well, start with me. It’s been a pleasure Rocket, one I won’t forget. Good luck and be safe.”
I moved Caroline back into the tour’s quarters that night because I had to get up so early. We didn’t make love that night, but did talk a long time. I left her crying at her door, jumped in my car, and headed home.
They left and I didn’t hear from Caroline right away, which was a little disappointing, but I figured she had lots going on.
Sometimes, things happen and, when you can’t explain them, you think maybe two events are related, even though you know they couldn’t be. The Major’s promotion list came out and I was on it. It was my first cycle being eligible but I hadn’t thought much about it because people nearly never make Major on the first cycle. But, I did. Was it related to my time with Caroline? My new, famous friend knew a lot of senior officers in the military. Did he make a call? Maybe, I don’t know.
What I did know was that our detachment commander, a Major, was scheduled to rotate back to the States in three months. We had been notified of another Major who had gotten orders to come to Guam and replace him, but then, when I got promoted, his orders were cancelled. So, I guess I was going to be the new det commander.
A few days later, I got a text on my SAT phone, a text from a number I didn’t know. It said, ‘Arriving in Guam on the 4th. I’ve thought about it, talked with my friends about it, and it’s what I want. I haven’t had a single drink, am not on birth control and don’t want to be. I want you. If you don’t want me to come, text me back, and I’ll understand. If you do want me back, I’m arriving on the United flight from Honolulu at 7PM.’
What could I do. I texted her back and told her, ‘I’m not on birth control either, LOL, and that I would see her on the 4th. Be sure to bring your birth certificate.’ I didn’t tell her why, but she would need it if we decided to get a marriage license.
My life was about to change forever and I was glad it was happening.
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