Star Girl (13 page)

          It is a big semi crowded night club, and I am let in easily as it isn’t the hour for the serious partying. No one is lined up outside yet. Inside I make my way to one of three bars, and take a seat, ordering a club soda, as I intend on getting laid tonight, not drunk. Never again. Within minutes a really pretty woman asks to sit by me, and I smile a welcome. She is very much larger than I, and she’s just a bit intimidating for me. It seems she senses my apprehension and she leaves after some friendly banter. Then in another hour I see the absolutely most gorgeous little Asian girl that I have ever seen come in. My heart is pounding as I look at her, and she sees me, then giving me an inviting smile as she and her two friends take a seat at a booth. I let them sit and settle in as I occasionally glace at that amazingly sexy girl. I get the same smile back at me twice more, and I know she will talk to me at least. I go over to their table.

“Hi, I’m Stephanie. I was wondering if I could join you and buy you sexy ladies a drink.”

The Asian girl’s eyes twinkle so, that I am about to pass out maybe, I don’t know.

“Hi Stephanie. I’m Hiroki. Yes please join us.” She scoots over for me to sit by her.

My bare leg rubs against her bare leg, and I feel the electricity flood over me. I wore a tiny LBD; that barely covers my bottom at all. I wore it under my flight suit that I stored in the hangar locker room. This is my OMG I’m horny, please screw me dress. Hiroki rubs back with her leg, and I get wet.

          “Oh my, Hiroki, you are simply the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry to come on so strong, but I mean really! It’s ridiculous.” I gush rubbing her leg with mine with such sexy promise.

“I think you are pretty hot yourself Stephanie. So are you a special girl, or a regular girl?”

“I’m not regular by any means, and yes, I think I am special.”

Hiroki giggles as do her friends. “I meant; are you trans, Stephanie?”

It takes a second to sink in, what she’s asking, and then I simply cannot believe it.

“Wait, you don’t mean that you are…”

“Yes I am baby. I was born as girl, but with a tiny boy’s package. I guess that I’m not so sexy anymore.” She pouts honestly.

I shake my head. The thought of it makes me even wetter, and I start to tremble.

“Are you okay Stephanie?” She asks as she sees me trembling.

“Oh…oh… yeah… yeah. Oh my… god.” I orgasm right there sitting next to her, looking her deeply in her amazingly bright eyes.

She grabs my hand as I try to get my breath. “Did you just cum?” She whispers to me.

I nod with need in my eyes.

“Damn… I’ve never had that effect on a woman before.”

“Hiroki, please baby. I need you bad. Come take me to heaven, please baby.” I rub her so soft, sensuous leg with my hand.

“I usually just stick to guys Stephanie, but if you’re game…let’s go.”

I take her hand and we are out of there. Then I remember to call the cab, but she tells me that she has a car, and we will go to her place since it is obvious that I am from out of town.

          We get to her place and I am all over that tight body, kissing her, and taking her top off. Her breasts are perfect, slightly small, yet very real, and not filled with jelly sacks. I reach and rub her crotch and sure enough I feel a small, but very erect penis. She pulls away looking embarrassed, and then she slowly strips off her short skirt, and then her thong panties to reveal her sex to me. She looks like she is uncertain, and even slightly afraid. I pull her to me, kissing her gently and wetly, as I rub her sex with need. She is instantly all over me, stripping my tiny dress off with haste.

          It is amazing to me how this totally natural woman has a boy’s package. She is a girl, not a boy, yet her tiny member is there, making love with me. Hiroki is the best of both worlds I quickly find out, as she makes me shake and quiver from climax, again, and again. I also take her to a shivering wet land of completion as many times as she lets me. We get downright hot and nasty with each other as the trust and familiarity sets in just a tad.  Both of us giggle and hold each other after each bout, reveling in each other’s nasty desires.

          My natural attraction is to women, and yet Hiroki is the sexiest woman I have ever known, though she has a very randy penis. God this girl is even hornier than I am, and I like it! We lay together afterwards gently rubbing each other’s warm sticky bodies all over with teasing giggles as we touch down on the hot spots.

“So Stephanie, besides some rather unorthodox nasty sex, what do you like to do?”

“What, like this?” I ask and then I go down on her again.

“Oh god baby… shit that is nice, but you already got every drop out of me honey.” She pulls my chin up off of her softly.

I could sure get used to this girl, damn!

“No, I mean what do you do baby?”

“Oh, I’m a test pilot for the Air Force, at Edwards.”

“No you’re not.” She giggles, “But that is a good one baby.”

I shrug. “Whatever.”

“No, really? What, like you fly jets and stuff?”

“Yeah.” I giggle.

“I’d like to see that.” She still is not believing me.

“You want to go for a ride in the morning then?”

“What, in a jet? No way! Really?”

“Sure, it’s no big deal. I have a Phantom at LAX.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Driving there is way worse.”

“Okay, yeah. That does sound like fun.”

          After we drain ourselves mutually of lust juices in the morning, she drives us out to LAX, still very doubtful as to my claim. This doubt disappears as I get her fitted with a suit and helmet, both just a bit big for her, but there is not much selection in the small Air Force Hangar where my Phantom waits. She sees the bird, and full well understands that we are truly going for a ride.

          Hiroki screams even wilder than Carly had, and she is very thrilled from the get go as we rocket out of LAX. After having a good couple hours of just plain fun I taker her down.

“I wish I was in a trainer Hiroki, then I could let you fly for a while.”

“Oh no. That’s okay. You are the pilot Stephanie, not me, but I would like to go for another ride sometime. That was flipping bad-ass girl!”

“I’m glad.”

She rubs my leg as she drives us back to her place for more hot sex. “You really are baby. You are a bad-ass woman!”

“You are a sexy woman Hiroki, the best.” I spread my legs and let her rub me.

          She becomes an instant fixation for me, and I am at her complete mercy sexually, even though I do dominate in bed. She can get me to do anything she wants it seems, and I like it. Soon I have to go back for duty, but I tell her I would like to spend my next days off with her, and that I will bring the jet again. She is down for that.

          I get so involved with her so quickly that I start to miss the off duty day war games of the squadron. The guys don’t make a big deal of it, other than to say they miss me, honestly. I tell them that I have a hot relationship developing, and they just smile from ear to ear, all of them. They all know; when you got some hot loving waiting for you, go get it!

          Over the next couple of weeks though, I can sense that Hiroki is losing interest in me some. She just doesn’t greet me with squeals and kisses any longer. We are still very sexually involved, but I can tell that I am losing her. Then the next off duty day that I call her, she breaks up with me on the phone. Explaining that she is still into guys too much to leave them alone, and that she found a guy. It hurts like hell. I was starting to see a possible long distance future with her, and god do I miss her tight sexy body, and that face of an angel. The guys can all tell I was jilted, and they are extra gentle with me for a while.

          It takes me a long time to stop hurting from it. I realize that I will always miss her, and our love together. Then as I am evaluating my almost non-extant love life; the thought that maybe I am not destined for love, or even sex, nests in my head. I’ve lived without it for so long anyway, I might as well just accept the fact that it isn’t going to happen for me. Can I live with that though? Yes… I’m goddamn tough! This brings me back to the wonderful world of the great honchos around me fully, and the amazing dogfight games we have.

          My squadron is celebrating the fourth of July with a party at the lounge. This is my first fourth celebration here, and I decide to wear my Grandpa Joe’s old bomber jacket to it. The fellows haven’t seen it yet, as I only wear it very occasionally. When I walk in they all greet me with a chorus of “Stephanie!” then Dan comes over with Ed to see my jacket, and I proudly display the colorful back emblem to them.

“Holy mackerel! Look at this boys! Where on earth did you get this from Steph?” Ed is instantly excited.

“It was my Grandpa’s, he gave it to me for a graduation present from the Academy. You like?”

Dan nods approval with a big smile. “Now this is old school rocket jockey paraphernalia here. The three sixty sixth huh. Let’s see, wings too! Those aren’t pilot wings though… hey fellows, here’s an old pair of wings from an electronic countermeasures officer.”

All the other guys are already joining us by the door for a look.

“That is really something Steph.”

I’ve got their paws all over the jacket, but I don’t mind. I love my guys.

          It isn’t long before they also outfit me with dark aviator glasses, and an old sweat stained cowboy hat that hangs on the wall, left by some old honcho from years faded past. Then Ed has to top it off by handing me a cigar.

“Now you look the part pilot!” He laughs, and everyone joins in. I look at myself in the mirror, and son-of-a-bitch I look tough.

So I quickly develop a mock gravelly voice and start having fun with the boys, making like one of them, or more as a composite sort of character. This takes on a life of its own though.

“Where’s my goddamn drink? One of you shysters make off with it, goddamn it? I earned that damned drink you slimy pukes… two freaking tours! I earned that son-of-a-bitch!” I get them all rolling with that shit. “They pin a damn ribbon on my chest telling how proud they are of me, and then one of you bastards takes my drink!”

          Just as I am getting going, and the fellows are all in stitches; Beck, the old man, and a couple other of the staff officers enter to join the party. I can see right away that they don’t recognize me just by their curious looks my way, so I decide to really have some fun.

“Is this you bastard’s CO here? You ought to be ashamed of yourself old man! These boys are totally out of control… way over the damn deep end. And you let them get this way! What the hell were you thinking man?” I grumble with my gravelly voice and head over to the bar, facing away from them. I hear it though.

“Who the hell is that? Is he one of your friends? Well I really don’t like that sawed off sack of shit.” The old man growls as Dan tells him to relax, choking on laughter himself.

I see the bartender take a tray of drinks over to the old man and company.

“Where’s my goddamn drink? You bastards…two tours!” I grumble loudly, chewing on the cigar. Then I wait to see the barkeep come back with an empty tray. I turn and approach the old man who is holding his fresh drink and glaring at me.

“Why you low down, good fer nothing snake! There’s my damn drink!” I deftly and quickly pluck the glass from the CO’s hand, and turn on my heel towards the bar.

“You son-of-a…”

I hear Dan say my name, laughing hard.

“What? Romero?” The old man asks.

I turn to remove the sunglasses, and I smile real big at the Colonel, the old man, and I give him a wink.

“Romero! You bastard!” he howls, and then, “You beautiful goddamned bastard! I love it!” he busts up as does everyone else. The party is epic. Of course we take a bunch of pictures too, so the event is commemorated properly, and especially a squadron group photo.

          Within a couple days I see the squadron picture hanging on the wall of the lounge, where all the other old squadron photos are displayed. There I am with the bomber jacket, the dark aviator glasses, the cowboy hat, and that big nasty cigar; giving a thumbs up with the guys. I guess that is how I will be remembered here.

          I am now always in on the war games again, as I was always invited to be. I still miss Hiroki fiercely, but the aerial combat games do make me forget her while I’m playing. So I play a lot. Sometimes just me and one other pilot competing. Finally I shoot down Dan. He was the hardest of them all. Though they all still get me much more than I could ever repay, so when I do get one of them it is note-worthy. Colonel Dan congratulates me right after the flight with a sharp salute, followed by a firm, friendly handshake.

“Nice flying Captain. I saw it coming, and I did try to do everything I could to prevent it, you are the better pilot… today.” He grins with pride.

“Yeah you did.” I nod my head… “Sir.”

          I am qualified on all the birds except one by this time, and I have been bugging them to put me on the Blackbird for months now. They just keep hemming and hawing, saying sure they would, but then they just forget about it. I sure don’t. Finally one fine morning in December, Dan meets me at breakfast in his full dress uniform, and asks me to go with him to the lounge. I go in behind him and see that the whole squadron, the old man, Beck, and several other staff officers are all in dress uniform. I feel out of place as I am wearing my camouflaged BDU today. The old man calls me front and center to attention, and he presents me with my oak leafs, making me a damn Major! I’m not quite twenty six now, so yet again I guess I’m destined to break records.