2 comments/ 25629 views/ 5 favorites A Virgin Soldier Ch. 01 By: SM27 This is my first attempt at a story, so please be gentle with me. I tried to build a picture of the forlorn young soldier at odds with his self-esteem and virginity, and the events leading up to his eventual, if somewhat unconventional 'coming of age' conquest. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 - Sit Down, Virgin Soldier Everyone knew me, Ralph Turner, at my high school although I was never part of the "in crowd". I did not have any illusions as to my desirability to the opposite sex and knew that I was overweight and my thick glasses and acne were not going to help me get a date any time before I finished my education and went out into the world. I suppose my small amount of popularity came from a natural upbeat character and sense of humour, a trait that I hoped one day might help get me laid; I had read somewhere that girls liked guys that could make them laugh. I was just worried what they would be laughing at. At least my chosen career as a soldier might help me to lose my cherry, I hoped so. I also read that girls liked men in uniform, which was probably penned by the same wit who thought that jokes would help. I was further encouraged by my school mates who casually remarked: "You won't get through basic training, you fat bastard" and "You'll be back with your Mum in six weeks 'cos you can't hack it!" So eventually I finished my exams and whilst everyone else's thoughts turned to enjoying their summer break, I boarded a train and departed for Aldershot, the 'Home of the British Army'. Anyone who joined up in the early eighties like me knew Aldershot to be a grey, dreary, military town with barely a female to be seen. Back then the girl soldiers were hidden away in Guilford, 20 miles away, and were mostly "butch and bent". All the local girls hated 'squaddies' and had been told by their mothers' never to fraternise with us, so the likelihood of popping my cherry was still in doubt. A faint glimmer of hope on the horizon was 'Leave' after Basic Training when we would all get to go home with a pocket full of cash and spend a week with our loved ones. "I will be fighting them off", I thought as I stepped onto the platform back in Essex. I had made it through the worst bit and was now officially a soldier. This turned out to be harder than I imagined. When you leave a town like mine to follow your chosen path, coming home is a shock when you discover that all your mates had left too. I have always been tongue-tied around girls and having no wingman to laugh at my jokes was going to make chatting up a girl difficult, even in Essex! Nursing a pint in my local, on my own, I contemplating going back to barracks without a story of sexual conquest to tell, my self-pity was suddenly interrupted by a female voice. "All right? What's your name then? I ain't seen you in 'ere before." I turned on my barstool and looked into the eyes of a cute brunette with a pretty face. A glance downwards told me she was fairly slim, although I could only guess at her figure as she was wearing one of those fashionable white plastic coats with matching knee length boots. I raised both my eyes and my eyebrows. "I'm Ralph and I haven't been in here for a while." "What, you in the Army then, cos' you've got really short hair" I nodded, as my mouth was already going dry, and took a swig of my beer. Her smile brightened and she asked "You must know my boyfriend, Dave; he's in the Army too" "Really, do you know what Regiment he is in or where he is posted?" "Nah! But you must know him, everyone does." I have a right one here, I thought to myself, and tried to explain that there were thousands of soldiers in the Army, and the chances of knowing 'Dave' were slim at best. The conversation petered out and the mystery girl in white drifted off to talk with someone else. Not exactly my smoothest attempt at seduction, but at least it had raised my spirits a little. After all, she had come over and spoken to me. I left the pub shortly after and went in search of that wingman. Later that evening I found myself outside Leo's place. We had been in the local Venture Scout Unit together and he was a cool, half Italian guy, two years older than me. I remembered that he liked a beer now and again so I thought it worth a try. I knocked on the door. Leo came from a big family, and like most Italian families I knew they all lived in the same house together so I wasn't surprised that someone else opened the door. It was a woman, but what a woman! She was wearing a knee length floral summer dress and her skin looked like porcelain. Red painted lips were complimented by a mane of red curly hair and bright green eyes that had a slight twinkle in them. I guessed that she was in her early twenties. Her lips parted in a smile and she asked; "Can I help you?" "I'm Ralph and I am a friend of Leo's. Is he in?" "No he is still at work, but should be back later, do you want to come in and wait?" I was shown through to the living room and took a seat in the armchair. Julia, that was her name, she told me, was very chatty and seemed pleased to have a little company. She sat on the sofa opposite me and while we talked I discovered that she was Leo's fiancée. Everyone else was still out at work in London and she had been left on her own all afternoon. Suddenly Julia got up, smoothing her hand down her dress as she rose. "Where are my manners? Would you like something to drink, tea or coffee?" "Tea would be nice" I replied. Julia walked behind me towards the kitchen, but as she passed the back of my chair her hand lightly grazed the back of my neck. The sensation felt like a jolt of electricity as I had not seen it coming. I jumped slightly in my chair which solicited a giggle from Julia. My gaze followed her into the kitchen and I noticed her legs were toned and supple. I could not help notice her arse was also tight and toned in her summer dress. I got up and followed her, still talking about how I knew Leo and started explaining where I had been for the last 3 months. In 1981 a haircut like mine meant you were either a soldier or a convict, so everyone asked. I got to the kitchen as the kettle went on and told Julia how I liked my tea. She seemed to not know her way around the small galley style kitchen and kept brushing past me as she moved back and forth to collect cups and milk and biscuits. I was trying hard to lean casually against the worktop but each time Julia passed by her hand accidently made contact. First on my arm, then my waist and finally on her third pass her fingertips lightly grazed the front of my jeans. We exchanged a glance as Julia handed me a cup and I turned to head back into the living room. There was definitely a twinkle in those emerald green eyes. Julia was half a pace behind me as I paused to put my cup on the table and sit down, I again felt her hand, this time lightly caressing my backside and she moved back to her seat. I was slightly in shock after all this 'accidental' contact and my little virgin brain could not quite work out that she was trying to seduce me. As we drank our tea I must have had a stupid expression on my face. Female contact had been sparse growing up and I now sported an erection which I was trying to hide. Julia just smiled prettily back at me. Julia asked about my girlfriends and I explained that I had not had much time for girls as I had to study hard to get the grades needed by the Army. I tried to sound nonchalant as I did not want Julia to think I was a virgin. Soldiers are meant to be macho after all! "Excuse me, I'm just nipping to the loo, I'll be back in a minute" With that she flounced out of the room. I heard a flush from the downstairs toilet and then Julia came back in, but instead of taking her seat she came and perched on the arm of the armchair I was in. I now had an even better view of those legs. "You've not got a lot of experience with girls have you?" "No." I started to blush. Julia leaned towards me, and I could make out the swell of her tits down the top of her dress. I am not good with cup sizes, but I guess she was a small handful. She placed her right hand over my groin and gently squeezed my erection. Now I am not very well endowed, yet another of my problems with self-confidence, but Julia did not seem too disappointed with what she felt down there. She ran her tongue across her lips seductively. I was starting to break into a sweat and was petrified. "I am going to help you out with that" she said as she grabbed hold of my zip and pulled it down. Fear had me riveted to the seat and I could not move. As it dawned on me what was going on I thought that this might finally be the day I had been waiting for. Her hand fished inside my jeans and into my underwear and for the first time I experienced a woman's fingers grasp my dick. I was jolted out of my stupor and automatically reached for her waist. "What about Leo?" I asked. "He won't be back for another hour but we will have to be quick in case someone else comes home." Julia straddled me and leaned in for a kiss. My hands moved down and then back up to her arse, this time under the dress. I now knew why she had gone to the toilet, as I grasped her bare cheeks. "Can I see you?" I pleaded as I felt her fingers guide my stiff cock between her pussy lips and rub it back and forth to lubricate my shaft. "No, someone might come in at any moment and I will need to sit down quick" she muttered. Flexing her thigh muscles, Julia sank down on me and started to gyrate back and forth, grinding her pussy into my groin. My size and our position made it difficult to get any lateral movement but I think she was getting off on rubbing her clit against the rough denim of my jeans. Julia started to grunt softly and I just gazed at her in wonder. I had gone from drinking tea to losing my virginity in a matter of half an hour with my mate's fiancée, who I had just met. No-one was going to believe this back in Aldershot and I could hardly believe it myself! "Oh God, that's nice." She said, and suddenly stiffened and pushed harder down in my lap. It was all over, it seemed, only minutes after we had begun. Julia got off me and I sheepishly tried to tuck my cock back into my jeans. I hadn't cum but my ex-virgin brain had not yet processed that bit of information. "You really should go before anyone comes home." She said. "I'm sorry you didn't finish but I will make it up to you next time." My jaw must have hit the floor at this point as I was being ushered towards the front door. "Give me your number and I will call you when I can arrange something. I will make next time special, I promise" I gave her my number which she jotted down next to the telephone and with a swift peck on the lips I was back out on the street. Wandering back towards home I asked myself if it had all really just happened or had I imagined it. I also wondered if I would hear from Julia again. To be continued... A Virgin Soldier Ch. 02 This is the second instalment about a forlorn young soldier at odds with his self-esteem and sexuality. Thank you for the words of encouragement so far. All characters are over 18. Chapter 2 – In the Prone Position I arrived home almost in a daze, not really knowing how I had got from Leo's house to my parents front door. I knew that I should be grinning like a Cheshire cat at that moment; however, in my mind I was as unfulfilled as I was in my groin. Julia had used me and then discarded me; what is more, I had cheated on my mate and potential wingman. I could not look him in the eye and invite him out for a beer now. I put these thoughts to the back of my mind as I put the key in the door. My mother certainly knew me well enough to see when I was troubled and I did not feel like having a conversation about my afternoon... she would not approve. It was Saturday evening, and as I had no other plans I succumbed to the soon-to-be ritual of visiting with nearby relatives and a drink in the "legion" club. Several scotches, and a few 'war stories' later, I had almost forgotten my tryst with Julia. Life, it seems, goes on. Sunday morning greeted me with the smell of bacon and I dragged my hangover downstairs for breakfast. Later, a walk to the corner shop to get the Sunday paper and some fags (cigarettes, for the benefit of American readers!) re-established the feeling of normality. I was a born again virgin. Like most families, Sunday lunch is the hallowed ritual in our household when everyone actually sits down together for the only really civilised meal of the week. My mother never failed to disappoint in the roast dinner department. After three months of army food, I must have been slavering like a rabid dog at the table in anticipation. About halfway through the roast lamb & trimmings the telephone rang. My father, a placid, easy going man, furrowed his brow. "Who would ring during Sunday lunch?" He raised himself up and headed towards the doorway into the hall to answer. "Ralph, it's for you, some woman named Julia" My mother shot me a questioning glance. I mumbled an "excuse me" and went to collect the handset from my father, who discreetly shut the door to give me a moment's privacy. "Ralph, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, can you come round now; everyone is out." You could have knocked me down with a feather at that moment. I told Julia that I was in the middle of lunch but would get there as soon as I could. I almost got indigestion from bolting the rest of my food as I gave my mother some bullshit excuse to leave. Fifteen minutes after putting down the phone I was standing outside the same front door as I had the previous afternoon. This time, with some inkling as to what awaited me on the other side, my palms were sweaty, my mouth was dry and my stomach was threatening to discard my hastily consumed lunch. "Steel yourself, Turner." I thought. "You are supposed to me a man now, remember!" A shaky finger pressed the bell and after what seemed to be an eternity the door opened. The now familiar, doll like features, blood red lips and piecing green eyes struck my senses like an ice pick into my chest. Julia ushered me inside. "Come in quick, I don't want the neighbours to see." I stepped over the threshold, and this time there was no banter or tea and biscuits; Julia swiftly shut the door and embraced me. Our lips met and I felt her soft velvet-like tongue probe past my lips and swirl about my own as if it were a dance. My first French kiss...today was going to be full of new experiences. I broke our embrace and stood back to admire this flame haired beauty, wearing figure hugging jeans and a white muslin blouse that was near translucent in the light coming in from the window next to the front door. I glimpsed her pert tits and raised pink nipples through the material. She was not wearing a bra. My appraisal was short lived as Julia grabbed my hand, almost yanking me up the stairs to the bedroom. I barely had time to catch my breath. "Come on, I told you I would make it up to you, and today is the day" She fell backwards onto the bed and dragged me down on top of her. "Undress me.", she breathed. Shaking fingers set about their task as I started slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Oddly, I remember thinking that it was quite difficult as the buttons were on the opposite side to a man's shirt. As the third, then fourth button popped open under my fumbling fingers, my mind was snapped back to the task in hand as I gazed for the first time on the exquisite white, blemish free skin of Julia's chest with the hint of cleavage between the gentle swell of her tits. The texture of the muslin fabric did not allow the blouse to fall away under its own weight, but was held stationary by those hard little nubs that crowned the surging flesh beneath. I took a deep breath as the last button was released and I was able to slide the blouse apart. It felt like Moses parting the Red Sea and to me was just as spectacular an event. I was caressing and staring at my first ever, real live, pair of tits, in my young life. "Like them, huh?" Julia giggled. Speech had yet again deserted me and I just nodded. "Don't stop there tiger, undo my jeans" Pausing, as I slid further down the bed to comply, I could not resist the temptation to gently kiss first the left nipple, then its neighbour. I was gratified with an audible sigh from Julia and the instantaneous response of both nipples to further stiffen from my ministrations. The shaking in my fingers had thankfully stopped as I fought with the button on her jeans. As I undid the zip I was rewarded with a glimpse of white cotton panties which become more visible as I tugged at the denim to get it over her hips. Julia raised her arse off the bed to help me. Being in such close proximity to her cotton covered pussy afforded me with my first hint of the aroma of female arousal. My nostrils flared as I took in a lungful of the sweet musky scent for the first time. Soon enough her jeans had been discarded to the floor and now at the foot of the bed, I again stopped to take in the breath taking sight of this near naked redheaded goddess. Julia seductively beckoned me to re-join her as she discarded the blouse. Our lips touched again but before I could savour the contact, I felt pressure from her hand on my chest and I was deftly pushed onto my back with Julia following the motion to land astride my chest, pinning me down. Julia wiggled her way down my body to get access to my own buttons. As she did so her panty covered pussy came into contact with my groin. We both became aware of my erection at the same instant. I had been so engrossed in disrobing my partner that I had failed to notice my own arousal. Julia was spurred on by the contact and my shirt and jeans joined the growing pile on the floor in just a few seconds. My glasses, too, were gone. I didn't need them at that point anyway, I could feel my way. The next few minutes were given over to my initiation in passionate kissing before Julia pulled her lips away and, nodding in indication asked "Are you going to take them off?" We rolled back over and I moved down her body, kissing each part of exposed flesh I came across until I got to her panties. Stopping briefly to relish the aroma for the second time, I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down. This motion brought my face level with her moistening valley. Unsure how to proceed, I decided to let my instincts take over. Remembering the porn movies that I sometimes got to watch in the Guardroom in Aldershot, I knew that the centre of a girl's pleasure was at her clit. I flattened my tongue and moved in to lap at the moist petals of her labia, moving slowly to the apex where I discovered my intended target. I then lost contact with both my hearing and sight as Julia clamped her toned thighs around my head. She may have cried out or moaned at this point but my world had shrunk to just the sensations on my tongue and lips, complemented by that fantastic scent. I could happily have stayed there forever and I knew already that this was for me as special and as pleasurable as penetration. There is a gap between my front teeth and in the midst of my oral explorations I thought to gently nibble at Julia's clit and guide it into that gap where it would be trapped between my teeth and lips. In this position I sucked and flicked it with the tip of my tongue until the body above and around me started writhing in ecstasy and the pressure of the thighs around my head increased until I thought my eyes would be squeezed from their sockets. Just when I thought the pressure was going to crush my skull, Julia suddenly went limp. I raised my head in concern, wondering if I had done something wrong. Julia was flat on her back, with her normally porcelain coloured skin flushed red from her face, down to the top of her pert tits. Her eyes were glazed over and she was panting heavily. Remember that I was naïve and inexperienced beyond words, so I swiftly moved up the bed and gently reached out, caressing Julia's velvet skin, whilst softly asking her if she was OK. After a few moments I was relieved to see Julia re-focus on me with a smile slowly transforming her features. "Where did you learn to do that?" "What?" was my innocent reply. "What you just did, it was amazing!" It was my turn to blush as I explained that I had no idea what I was doing and even thought that I had hurt her in some way. Julia started to giggle again in the cute way that she has, but she stopped in her tracks, eyes wide in amazement when I went on to tell her that I was in fact, up until the day before, a virgin. "My god!" she exclaimed, "You mean to say I was your first?" I nodded, feeling a little bashful now. "Well in that case my little soldier, I have a few other things to teach you before I get finished with you." With that, Julia slid down my body and I raised my hips as she grabbed my boxer shorts and yanked them off. Looking down, I was embarrassed again to see that my cock had deflated somewhat following my previous concern about Julia and my confession. I need not have worried, as she grasped my member and sucked it into her mouth. The sensation this caused was so much more intense and pleasurable on my cock than the frenzied coupling of the day before. Within a few seconds I felt myself hardening to my former fully aroused state. Julia's oral skills felt amazing. I am, as previously mentioned, not well endowed, probably just slightly smaller than average. This had often been a source of embarrassment and self-consciousness, and again a pang of anxiety flitted across my mind. I knew from the porn magazines and movies, that had been my sole source of sexual gratification in the past, that women liked guys with cocks 'as big as a baby's arm', as the phrase went around the barracks. What I did not realise was that most normal girls could not take such a large cock fully into their mouth and throat. So I was treated, on my very first time, to a deep throat experience. What is more, I could tell from the enthusiastic way she did it, and the moans of satisfaction, that Julia was enjoying it too. After nearly five minutes of wondrous head I pulled Julia gently off my cock. I was close to cumming and was not sure of the protocol of emptying my cum into her mouth. I also desperately wanted to fuck her again and find out if it would be better than the first time. This brought me to the question I had to ask...so far everything had been bareback and I did not have any condoms. I was also doubtful if Julia had any either. AIDS was not a factor back then, but the sexual health film they showed in the Army was graphic enough to give me pause, even in the throes of passion. I had not had time to consider it on Saturday, but now wanted to do things properly. Julia assured me that everything would be OK and she was on the pill. As we both knew that I was OK too, we both relaxed a little more. Women's instincts being what they are, Julia knew what I wanted. She grinned. "Time for lesson three." Julia scooted back up the bed and moved into a crouching position above my waist. She took back hold of my now glistening cock and guided it towards her neither lips. As she had done previously, my cock was brushed back and forth across her outer entrance. This time I had a grandstand view of the proceedings. I realised that my pleasure was already doubled from my previous experience just by having the visual stimulation. Her body sunk down on me until our pubic bones clashed together. I could no longer see where we started or finished as individuals; we were now one entity. Julia stayed impaled on me for a few seconds whilst we both savoured the sensation of our conjoined bodies. Her breathing started to become faster and my eyes again moved to her tits which were jiggling in time with her breathing. My gaze continued up until our eyes met. This time she had kept them open and the smouldering passion I saw in those beautiful green orbs became almost as intense a connection as our physical one. Julia started to slowly push up until I was almost completely out. Then she changed direction and let her body weight force her back down again. She slowly picked up the pace until I was pistoning into her pussy. Involuntary movement in my hips started me up towards her and after a few strokes we got into a rhythm. Not surprisingly, shortly after I felt the familiar tingle in my balls and tightening of my sac. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt my seed being pushed out into the silky cave of her pussy. This was met with a groan from Julia as I felt the walls of her sheath contract around me to force the last of my essence into her as we both came to rest. Julia slumped on top of me and I felt a sheen of perspiration on both our bodies. We kissed, gently this time, savouring the contact. Passion spent, I wanted to just enjoy the contact of a female body against mine. I felt my cock start to soften and there was an audible plop as it slid out of her. I realised that I was a little sore but this had definitely been better than the first time. I decided to forget yesterday and try to focus on today as the first time I truly slept with a woman. Practice makes perfect and I wanted to try another position. Unfortunately, I was then reminded of the taboo nature of our coupling when Julia said that her 'family' had gone out to visit relatives for lunch but were due back later that afternoon. Regretfully we agreed that it would be prudent to call a halt to the proceedings. After sharing another kiss, we both got up and dressed. As we made our way downstairs I reminded Julia that my 'Leave' was up in 3 more days and I would be going back to barracks. Julia said she would do her best to arrange another meeting and would call me. We came together for a final kiss before I moved out the door. That had been some afternoon. This time I knew I had a big smile on my face as I walked down the street. I decided to go back to my local for a pint. I would rather go home smelling of beer than pussy, there would be less explaining to do.