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Rape Camp (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

Jen was starting to feel very sexy, still tasting the cake the Sergeant had fed her, and just having undone the top button of her camouflage pants for him. She was so close to him, their legs touching and she felt the heavy material of her cammies go a little bit looser around her hips without the top button keeping them tight. Suddenly the Sergeant's voice piped up with a quick "no!"

It was totally unexpected and shocked her. Jen stood, her legs still against his, her pants unbuttoned at the top and a little of her bare lower belly actually peeking out as she blinked at him. This intoxicating new sexy world she had thought she was starting to explore together with the Sergeant was crashing down around her, leaving her face burning with embarrassment.

She looked up at his eyes with a wounded expression, her heart aching from how stupid she felt, the sexy high heels still dangling seductively from her fingers by their shiny leather straps suddenly feeling so incredibly inappropriate. Jen just knew she'd blown it. In every way possible. She'd misread everything, turning a simple pre-training warmup exercise into some crazed excuse to sexually harrass a superior officer, one who probably could have her thrown out of the program with a simple email. But she had felt the heat between them, had been so sure he wanted this from her. Or had she just wanted the Sergeant to want her, a misguided fantasy she'd never even realized she had until meeting him?

The Sergeant stammered and Jen wasn't sure if his face might look a little red too, as if she might actually have gone so far as to embarrass an experienced man like him. It was mortifying. He started to explain and she was sure the riot act was about to be read to her.

A simple misunderstanding? A word spoken in error? No instead of yes? Every system in Jen's body was jangling nervously, her heart pumping excitedly, but her brain too afraid to accept the simple explanation after how embarrassed she'd been. But he said it. He meant yes! And his mistake was only because she'd made him to excited! There it was, he was excited by her. It wasn't just her fantasy, not just her wishful thinking.

But now that he'd said it, where did that lead? He was her superior officer, that part was still true. He was to train her? And no matter how giddy she felt standing in actual physical contact with this man and on the verge of undressing herself for him, this wasn't a date and never had been, and... and... where could it possibly lead? Some one-night fling between them, something more worthy of a teenaged waitress than her, and then what? She could feel it already, with just one button undone.

The Sergeant was the kind of man she couldn't bear to have just fire-and-forget her. The distancing mechanisms she'd relied on to keep men from taking over her life all through college weren't working and the Sergeant was already under her defenses. One night with him couldn't be enough, but the thought of avoiding the pain the way she always did, just turning around and walking out like the coward she was starting to think she'd been for so long, that thought felt unbearable and impossible.

With her brain a muddled mess, it was a relief to Jen she didn't have to decide, at least not just yet. The Sergeant went on, his eyes bright and he really did seem a little... worked up... excited as he'd said. Jen was afraid to openly glance down at his lap, but she couldn't stop thinking about it as the Sergeant's voice saying the word 'excited' kept playing in her ears. He turned his laptop to her as it whizzed back from it's light sleep. He wanted to show her something, he said. Jen didn't know what to expect. More pictures of Laura? His porn collection?

It took a second for Jen to focus on the screen, her eyes feeling a little glassy with her own excitement and the thrill of the way he wasn't pulling away from her closeness. She bent down, leaning even closer to him to get a look at the screen on the table, trying to focus on the computer and not the feeling of his body touching hers, and the way her cammies felt like they were slipping down ever so slightly on her slender hips.

An email, she recognized that much right away. Jen ran a hand through her hair and looked closer, the Sergeant doing nothing to stop her. Maybe it was ok she'd tried to spy on his computer and the folders earlier, if he was openly sharing this with her now? She was still afraid he would find out, but maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world if he did.

It was addressed to a Colonel and Jen guessed immediately the Colonel was in command of the unit, but it was the text of the email she couldn't possibly have expected that left her whole body tingling pleasantly. Jen felt the Sergeant's words visiting all the softest spots in her body, one after another, getting each new spot tingling and tight and maybe even a little wet before moving on to the next spot. Her eyes scanned the text like it was a reading comprehension quiz, certain key words and phrases just jumping out at her and demanding her full attention.

"Jennifer is getting better," she read and smiled a little to herself. "Has improved greatly," and "marking her for leadership" left her a little light-headed, like the first time she brought home a report card with all A's, and the way her dad had looked at her with such pride. "Great soldier." She wished the letter was on paper so she could frame it and give it to her dad as a gift, validating everything she ever wanted to prove to him, that she really was worthy of following in his footsteps.

Jen scanned it again as the Sergeant explained why he decided to show it to her, to be that open with her. It felt like his every word was physically caressing her, his praise affecting her so deeply it felt like he was inside her somehow, or maybe she just wanted him inside her, but as close as they were to each other next to the screen the difference didn't seem so big to her.

The Sergeant's explanation alternated between two main points, each thrilling and intoxicating her even more.

He started by giving her ever deeper glimpses of what was expected of WASP trainees. She wouldn't learn to use a weapon, she'd be trained to be the weapon. She shuddered with the realization the closeness between them held more power over the intimidating Sergeant than the sharpest knife at his throat. But that closeness was affecting her too, and Jen felt a hair's breadth from just losing control with the Sergeant, doing even more inappropriate things with him that under normal circumstances she would almost certainly regret. But with all that he was saying about what was expected of her, would there really be reason to regret it? The electricity between them gave her a powerful hold on him, but it was a double edged sword that could cut her too. She wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her too, and she was only grateful she didn't know anything he might want or she worried she might have told him anything if he would just touch her lips or stroke her back or put his arm around her waist and pull her into his lap. How effective was a weapon that could blow up in her own face like this?

His second point was more direct, more personal. And it was this point that had her so close to wishing she knew something, anything important enough for him to want to work it out of her, to feel him push things that little bit farther until there was no turning back and she would simply yield everything to him. It frightened her, a new sensation, a desire she'd never experienced, nothing this intense and overpowering.

She nodded. She was getting the picture. He was enthralled. Jen's heart soared, thinking of his words, she had that effect on him. He would sell his mother just to see her smile? She'd never thought a man could feel that way about her, or that it would feel so beautiful when he did. Every little ripple of desire that passed through her was apparently a part of her training. Jen felt like she should be angry with him, or angry with herself for letting him get so deep under her skin, or simply foolish for having fallen for it so easily. But all she felt were the ripples of desire, making her worry how she was going to stand it now that the test was over.

Only it wasn't. The Sergeant tightened his weapon imagery, pushing her training deeper as she still stood with the fingers of one hand holding the sexy heels and the other still lingering at her undone pants button, as if secretly still wishing for even more. Jen closed her eyes, imagining the detonator button, imagining herself the explosives about to blow. It wasn't hard at all.

He was giving her the chance to add to the message, to advertise her qualifications to the Colonel even before training began, an amazing reward, but it wasn't the reward she wanted.

Her eyes turned to his from the screen, though, as he told her how to beat the aggressive man. There was only one aggressive man on her mind, and she thought of him looking at her in the full outfit he'd bought her, heels and stockings and everything. If he was already excited to have her just standing next to her, one mouthful of his cake all that had passed between them, how much more would he want her then? She briefly wondered how much more she would want him too, what the price of using this weapon would be, but the quickly pushed that worry out of her mind. There was only room in her head for the idea of herself actually in the lingerie, wanting to see what the Sergeant's eyes would look like. To see if he smiled. To find out what his hands would feel like if he...

She blinked a time or two, calling herself mentally back to his presence. There was a detonator button to be pressed first. Jen looked in his eyes and opened her mouth, the words coming a little haltingly as she tried to keep her teeth from chattering nervously, her breath coming too short to finish a whole sentence without another breath.

"Sarge, I... I don't think I could add a thing to your email any better than you already said." She was about to hit the send button with the email still as he wrote it when she suddenly felt his close presence making her a little bold. "But, I guess if I could add anything, maybe you could request that we be assigned together as much as possible in training -- in light of how well we work together, right? But... would you mind adding that in and pressing the detonator for me? I need to take care of something in the other room for a minute while you do that." Her voice sounded so silky, so unlike her usual hard tone when she tried to get her way. She stepped back from his leg, missing him already and feeling her cammies slip just a little more at her hips without doing anything about it except to stare at him with smoldering heat in her eyes and a little smile on her lips.

She didn't wait for his answer. She was the weapon. He would press the detonator, blowing himself up for her if she asked for it. She believed that, felt it in the humid heat between them. She would for him too. If that happened to her in the WASP unit it would probably be trouble, but the Sergeant was special. He was amazing and wonderful. How could she not fall for him? If she really did learn to seduce enemies, that would have to be easier, uglier, cruder, stupider men who weren't as tempting as the Sergeant.

Jen didn't walk away from him toward the bedroom door. She sauntered. She'd never really sauntered before, not like this at least. But if felt good and natural. Even in the heavy boots. Heels still in hand, she wondered what it would feel like to saunter the same way back to him in the heels instead. She closed the door behind her and found her package of lingerie. This time as she changed, finally wriggling out of her cammies and seeing herself in the sexy panties again, she took no pictures, seeing herself only in the mirror as she prepared herself for him, and seeing herself through his eyes as she imagined what it would be like to step out dressed like this, letting a man like the Sergeant look at her like one of his strippers. She suppressed a brief anxiety at how he might look at her, whether she would fill the bra enough for him, but she sent those worries far away. She was the weapon. She enthralled him. And it didn't matter anyway, because as she stared at herself practically naked in the frilly underwear and the fancy stockings, missing only the heels now to complete the picture, she knew she couldn't stop herself.
 
He could see the look of horror on her eyes as he said No, he quickly followed up by telling her it was more a not yet, not this way kind of no, not a straight up No as such.

He wanted her to wear the outfit properly, this is her mission, this is her objective, enthrall him so much that he will let her write her own assessment, she started to see how much of a weapon she was, how she will get more done with a smile and wink then with a bayonet charge.

She relaxes again and starts to see his point, she doesn't want to add anything, well, she wants to keep him as her trainer, to make sure they stay connected, she is as much under his influence as he is under hers it seems, but that is ok, it is natural, they have connected and work or not it has been a genuine connection. She also wanted a guarantee, she knows he will be handling her the whole way through but she wants that safeguard, to see it in writing.

She is feeling sexy, he can feel it and see it, she gets up and walks to the other room to change into the lingerie and heels, to wear them the way they should be worn, to come back and complete her mission. No. She doesn't just walk there, she has a grace about her walk now, almost like a tick tock of the pendulum, she is exuding sexuality, if he were to put this woman in a room filled with men there would be injuries as they all ran to her hoping she would give them but a mere moment of her time.

He adds it to his email,

"Colonel,

Jennifer is getting better and better, she is starting to see what is required of a WASP soldier and has improved greatly, I think you have made the right call in marking her for leadership roles and promotion. I think we have a great soldier here in Jennifer and that she will if she works hard of course pass the training.

I also believe PFC Geller would benefit from staying under my guidance throughout.

-Nathaniel"

He writes it as she requested it, it is a sweet request, or demand rather. He feels for her too but as he knows the true nature of the training he wonders if falling for this woman is really what either one of them need, he has so far used romance and seduction to get her to this point, to make her understand that her body will be the weapon of choice for WASP, he has made her come out of her shell and acknowledge her feminine charms. But what now? What happens now that she is so obviously smitten with her and during the first week of camp she will have to perform a strip tease for him, what happens when she has to start giving blow jobs to the men on the base, could he handle that? To have a girlfriend who had given sexual favours to so many men, men that were more than happy to use her, what would happen if she passed the course and she is posted somewhere far away, fucking for her country, seducing secrets out of men who would be just happy to have her in the same room as them.

He put these thoughts aside, it was a job, it was training, he would train her to pass. He would give her all the support she needed to become a good WASP soldier, he knew that she would have a hard time debriefing with him as it was, she didn't need his emotional bullshit getting in the way. He would be as professional as he could with this woman he was so attracted to, it was all he could do.

He sat at the laptop and waited for Geller to get changed in the other
room, the anticipation was stirring in his belly like a rabble of
butterflies. The feeling reminded him of when he was still a teenager who
saved his money to visit a brothel, that same feeling of excitement, not
knowing what to expect, he felt that now. He couldn't be sure that Geller
would change into that outfit, that she would parade herself the way he
wanted her to, what she might do after the parading of her body for him.

He was rock hard and his body was setting off spasms just thinking about
it, this was a long drawn out tease, he wondered if she understood that, if
she comprehended it all, that right now, for her a glimpse at her body he
had already broken the rules, he told her that assessments were being
written about her, he had a lot of freedom and scope with this course but
that was not part of his freedom.

In his desire to see her as a woman, to have that connection with her, he
broke the rules, he could tell himself and her as much as he wanted that it
was part of the training, to boost her confidence, to prove a point, but in
the end it was so he could have an intimate moment with Jennifer.

He started writing a handwritten note that he would leave when possible in
Jen's items so she could read on her first day in camp.

"Jennifer,

This has been a difficult experience for me in many ways, difficult because
I feel conflicted, I know what you will be going through in WASP training,
I know that you feel that what I have told you and what I have done before
now has just been for training purposes, it hasn't been, I feel a strong
connection with you and we have many challenges ahead, writing you this
note could end my career, so be it if it does, I had to let you know how
incredible you and I hope we somehow can survive WASP training intact and
remain close always.

With love,

-N"

He finished writing the note and kept it aside to hide in her baggage for
her to find when she arrived in camp

He sat back and waited for her to come back out, his erection feeling huge
and pressing against his trousers, the butterflies making him feel like
jumping around the room.

He took a deep breath as he heard her moving from the room to come back in the room.
 
Jen sat on the bed, feeling the stockings so light on her legs it was like wearing baby butterfly wings. She fixed the little clips to the belt around her hips, tugging briefly on the stretchy straps, reassuring her they could hold up the stockings which seemed to have almost no chance of staying up on her thighs on their own.

She reached for the shoes, the high heels. She held them next to her body as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes in the reflection were so bright, and she thought of the Sergeant seeing this look on her face, knowing how she felt as it was written plain as day across her face and her trembling fingers. She was turned on beyond anything she'd felt before, especially now, sitting just one room away from him in nothing but this flimsy underwear, seriously planning to show him her body like this, and worried only that he might not find her attractive enough. This wasn't the Jen she knew, the Jen she'd grown up to be. It was Jennifer, and Jen didn't mind at all. She just closed her eyes for a moment and thought of the Sergeant's eyes, the heat of his gaze on her bare skin, imagining it the way it might feel if she did this right, if her body really did measure up to his hopes, if she measured up to the steady diet of young waitresses he'd been feeding on since Laura.

Then she opened her eyes and lifted one leg to slip her toes into the heel. She had to straighten her ankle to fit the contour, but if wasn't too bad, not as bad as she'd feared at least. Then she pulled the strap around tight and buckled herself into the shoe, like she was belting herself into a really violent roller-coaster so she wouldn't chicken out and flee. She did the same thing with her other foot, buckling the second heel in place, and then set her feet together primly in front of her, as if she were dressed like a schoolteacher instead of a stripper.

She glanced at herself in the full length mirror and then rose unsteadily to her feet, reaching to the wooden chest of drawers beside her to steady herself. Eyes back on her reflection, she looked herself up and down, scrutinizing herself, trying to see herself the way he would. Would he see the little birthmark above her left hip? Would he fixate like she did on the way her belly button stuck out? She fought against an instinct that the lingerie was just exposing all of her flaws, making them plain as day for the Sergeant to evaluate and judge.

It was only when she took a couple small halting steps back, giving herself room to see the whole picture at once, that she first confronted just how breathtakingly sexy the lingerie could be. She tried to ignore the flaws, seeing just the curves and how the light colorful silk and lace hugged her just right in every little spot, the way it covered the prominence of her pelvic bones and then accented her firm slender belly by the way it slowly settled back against her skin. The stockings showed off the contours of her legs, the slender curves and softness of her thighs peeking out over the stockings' tops.

It was the heels, though, that completed the picture. They were ridiculous, serving no conceivable useful purpose. Except they made her look even more beautiful, like her body was half leg. She had always been so self-conscious about her diminutive stature, her mom's disappointment that she was too short for the runways always a silent wound even though she never actually wanted that for herself. It was just a failure to measure up to her mom's hopes for her, and that was always painful to her. But here she was, magically four, maybe five or more inches taller, and it was stunning. She turned to the side a little, tiny careful turning steps, and saw what the heels did for her calf muscles, which were now constantly engaged enough just from the act of standing that her leg seemed perfectly shaped.

Standing in the heels was definitely more awkward than sitting in them, that was for sure, and they were a bit uncomfortable, but for the first time in her life, looking approvingly at her own reflection wearing them, she could start to understand why so many other woman spent so much time and money making sure they had just the right shoes for every date, why a single pair of heavy boots and a pair of running shoes might not be enough.

She looked at her face, her hair. Suddenly she wanted to look perfect, not just good enough, wanting to aim so much higher for the Sergeant. Jen carefully worked her way over to wear her hair brush rested in her bag. Over and over she ran it through her dark hair, until it fell sleek and shiny on her shoulders. She didn't have makeup. Why didn't she have makeup? Her mom had shown her how to use it and even if she'd only used it a few time herself, she did at least vaguely remember how. Looking at her reflection, she wished she could put a little more color on her cheeks -- not the color of embarrassment, but that sophisticated little dab that highlighted the cheeks and hinted of desire. She wished she could highlight a little under her eyes. And she wished she could give a little color to her lips, feeling them tingle with a desire that the Sergeant notice and want to kiss them. She did have a little lip balm, glossy with a light hint of cherry and she put that on so at least her lips didn't look dry, even a little moist and shiny in the mirror. Of course she hadn't brought makeup to her special forces training, like bringing a knife to a gun fight, but she actually found herself thinking of maybe stopping briefly in the morning for a few small items on the way to the training station. Just in case.

A last look in the mirror, checking herself, turning her legs to the side, practicing drawing her knee in like her mother taught her when she was still to young to know why it even mattered. She wanted to make sure she knew how to stand, how to present herself properly so her body stood a fair chance of measuring up in his eyes. A last deep breath and then she worked her way hand over hand along the wall to the door, her feet wobbling just a little in the heels as she tried to get used to moving in them.

She opened the door and stepped out, keeping her hand on the door jam as casually as she could. Stepping back into the other room, she felt like a different woman. Her eyes sought the Sergeant's right away, desperate to see how he would look at her, standing as confidently as she could as she gave her body a little turn so he would see the curve of her bottom in the panties as well. The butterflies trying to fight the way out of her stomach had to mean nothing to her. A man like the Sergeant didn't want some nervous, inexperienced girl acting like she didn't know what she was doing. She tried to be Jennifer for him, imagining herself as Laura's long-lost best friend every bit her equal in his eyes. "Is this what you had in mind Ser.... uh, Nathaniel?" She smiled, a hint of her lip glosses scent reminding her to use her lips too, wanting him to want to kiss her.
 
He waited as she got ready, waiting like he did the time he hired an escort, he was so horny that day, the escort seemed to take hours to arrive, and when the sex delivery as it were did arrive, he could hear her high heeled shoes click clacking on the concrete outside his house, the sound of sex arriving at his door. Something so definite was so mysterious also, this is how he felt now, would Jennifer emerge from the room every bit the butterfly he knew she could be or would she retreat back into her cocoon to possibly never emerge again?

He sat there and then heard the door, and sure enough she did flutter out almost it seemed like an escaped butterfly, a butterfly that had never seen the light of day before just escaping it's cocoon after a lifetime of living as a caterpillar. He just watched her, he couldn't speak, he forgot he was able to speak, he looked her up and down and up again. Just admiring this beautiful woman. He felt like this was her debut, the real Jennifer, no, not the real Jennifer, Jennifer had never seen the light of day before, this was Jennifer.

She stood before him like a woman and a weapon, a weapon that was built to complete a mission, to finish a war, she would do all of that of course.

"Oh my, you truly are wondrous aren't you" he said to her finally being able to utter some words.

He pushed his chair out and walked over to her, he held out his hand for her to take.

"Please, come and sit on my lap, let us detonate the bomb together" he said to her softly, walking her over to the table.

"How do you feel sweetheart?" he asked her, "Do you feel powerful, please, sit on my lap, give me your hand, we will hit send together, and then we can talk some more" he said to her.

"Is that the perfume I bought you?" he asked as he came closer to her.

"You smell and look amazing, I will never forget this moment" he assured her.
 
Jen stepped out, trying not to wobble as she leaned against the wall, or at least not to much. She was posed kind of the way her mom used to make her practice, before Jen had made it clear she would never, ever pose like that for men to ogle her, and her future was in the military. She didn't dwell on the irony of her situation, not with the Sergeant staring at her like that. The stockings felt so light on her legs, and his eyes trailing up and down her body set off little bonfires of warmth everywhere they landed. But why wasn't he saying anything? Was it the bra? Was she too small compared to Laura and the kind of waitresses he usually went for? Or was she standing wrong? Maybe the lack of makeup, or the fact her fingernails and toenails were neatly trimmed but unpainted? Jen's heart pounded in her chest and she was sure the Sergeant must hear it as he just stared at her. Say something, she prayed silently, feeling like the accused awaiting her verdict, like somehow she'd put so much more on the line here with him than she realized.

Finally he spoke, but it sounded like he had to swallow once or twice and take another breath before he could talk, and as he declared her truly wondrous, Jen realized she had taken his breath away. She had one that. Her mind thought of all his talk of her as a weapon, and she felt like she'd hit the mark with the Sergeant, felt it with a certainty buzzing all over her body, a warm glow of satisfaction at the way he looked at her, the way he got up from his chair without taking his eyes from her. She swallowed hard herself, amazed at how good it felt just to have him look at her like that, like the silly, frilly things she'd dressed herself in for him weren't stupid, and weren't foolish. They helped make her worthy of his attention, his complete and unswerving attention.

He was coming closer to her, and even up on the high heels Jen slowly had to raise her eyes to look up at him as he approached. As confident as his attention and words made her feel, having him come right up in front of her, still dressed so smartly, looking so perfect himself and holding out his hand to her, it left her as breathless as he'd been, and she couldn't find a thing to say she could get out of her lips, and simply put her smaller hand in his and followed him with tiny, halting steps across the room back to his chair.

On his lap. The simple concept exploded in her head, as if he was as much the weapon as she was, her body already imagining the sensation of his pants and hard legs beneath her stocking clad thighs, craving it intensely without waiting for the rulebooks in her head to give permission. He spoke softly but she heard every word, talking about detonating the bomb together. It felt like it had already gone off, but the way he looked at her it looked like there were more explosives left.

He sat in the chair, looking up at her himself now. Her exposed skin felt so incredibly bare, like she'd never been undressed in her life before this moment, and now his eyes were caressing her for the first time. His hand was still on hers and that simple touch, feeling her slender fingers against his, so much thicker and longer and stronger, yet so gentle and tender with her, like he could snap her in two if he chose, but wasn't choosing too -- because he couldn't, not while looking at her like this. Did she really have this much power? And what of his over her?

She stepped to the side of his legs, between him and the table where his edited email sat unsent, and then slowly settled herself across his lap, trying very hard not to gasp audibly at the intimate feeling of his slacks against the exposed bare skin of her thigh between stocking and panties. Jen put an arm gently around his thick neck, resting it across his powerful shoulders so her fingers dangled lightly to graze his chest. Her face was next to his, seeing his strong profile as she glanced past him to read how he'd actually written pretty much what she'd said. How had she gotten him to do that? But she knew, she could feel the reason just under her bottom, hard and obvious, and it made her squirm a little to think of it which only intensified what was going on between the two of them.

He asked how she was feeling, calling her sweetheart in a way that would have gotten him slapped a day earlier, but today only made her want to feel his lips against her, saying it again. She nodded as he asked her little questions.

Powerful, yes, or maybe just it was his power she felt flowing through her, wanting it to be a part of her. It didn't matter, she felt it, like it would explode and take them both with it if she wasn't careful.

He took her other hand again in his and she loved the gesture even more the second time, something of her small hand in his so big making her feel incredibly warm inside, in a way she hadn't felt since she'd walked hand in hand with her dad so many years before, and this was so obviously different it didn't even compare. He brought their combined fingers to the keyboard, hovering over the enter key that would send the email he'd written, well, that they'd written together.

Together. Why did that word suddenly feel so magical, like it set off little bursts of sparkles in her head when she thought about it. They wrote it together, they'd send it together. Oh, it felt so good sitting in his lap, feeling so small compared to him, feeling his physical power so overwhelming and yet totally comfortable and ok with the huge difference between them. She didn't feel the slightest desire to prove she was the same as him. Jen just wanted to feel even more how different they were, to explore every little difference that made him so amazing to her.

Their fingers hovered over the key, and she realized he was waiting for her, that as powerful as he was in mind and body, there was something she had, something she was learning to use for the first time in her life, that had more power than any weapon they'd taught her to use in basic. If she'd come at the Sergeant with a knife, she'd be on the floor, disarmed and probably very hurt by now, she just knew it. If she used every tactical skill they'd given her and all the elbow blows and footstomps, he would have laughed it off and pushed her up against the wall and arrested her, or whatever he felt like doing. It was only the lingerie, and her body, the way she was using them both, craving his reaction and seeking it from him, that had him waiting on her to push the button, something she couldn't have achieved with a man like him no matter how much they trained her.

With a small shy smile, thinking of what this meant, sitting half naked in her Sergeant's lap, she pressed her finger lightly down, and sent the email. She was a part of this with him now. There was no turning back. Jen was pretty sure this was what he'd been trying to tell her all along, what he'd been trying to show her, that she had no chance against men like him unless she learned how to use her greatest strengths, like this.

She nodded again as he asked if she was wearing his perfume, a soft moan of feeling caught in his gaze as his came a little closer to her face, her body pulled up snug against his chest. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes caught in his. He told her how amazing she looked and smelled and he said he would never forget the moment, anymore than she possibly could either.

Her heart pounded, and Jen felt herself squirming in his lap a little more, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous but no less warm and tingly as she sat in his lap. His little training exercise had played out. The Sergeant had actually gotten her to dress in lingerie. He must be the most amazing trainer in the world to pull that off, and as she looked at him, she believed he was that amazing, felt it completely. But now the script was played out, and she didn't know what came next, which scared her a little. He was her commanding officer. He would be with her every step of the way in training. Was this intense attraction she felt fair to him, or fair to her? How could they stand it for all the weeks of training, especially if he really was supposed to help her get better at things like wearing lingerie and walking in heels, maybe even wearing makeup, all so she could learn how best to make men want her, to serve her country. But she was making him want her, so amazing but true, and she wanted him just as badly. Where was this going?

Her lips were at his neck, her head against his chest, just nestling herself against him and feeling more at home than she had since what had turned out to be her dad's first stroke. She whispered, letting her cherry glossed lips lightly graze his throat, a sensation that only made it harder for her to get out a coherent thought and not lose herself in the sensation of his touch. "We sent it... together." She said the word together with all the heat she felt inside, couldn't help it, the word feeling like it could warm them both and the room too.

"Is that all you needed to teach me? Is the lesson over?" She ached for him to say no, for him to teach her more and more, all night if that's what it took. It might be their last night together. She didn't care. Jen wanted anything and everything she could get with the amazing Sergeant, her bottom wiggling a little over the hardness protruding in his lap at the thought of it. "Do I at least deserve one more turn in our game?" Anything to stay with him, to learn more about him, to feel him.
 
He hadn't felt so alive and tingly with a woman since Laura, every part of himself lived for the feeling of her body, the world around them was reduced to their room, yes it was still their room, her key not even having been handled by her once. She had never asked, don't ask, don't tell as such as it was.

He guided her back to the table, her perfume adding to the effect of the dream like state, everything was her, her hair, her body, her smile and her scent, a holy quartet that all added up the very definition of sex and passion, to lose yourself in someone so fully that you are not sure you can or would want to find your way back out again.

And yet all of this was still a training exercise, a live fire operation designed make her understand first and foremost to make her comprehend that the way to a mans trust was his heart and cock, yes his heart, despite what many women think a man will divulge himself if his heart his won, winning only his cock only gets her fucked, Jennifer had won Nathaniel's heart, he swore it beat in a stronger and more willing way now, he could hear it in his head as he looked at her, he could feel it in his throat, if he were more courageous or perhaps less professional he would tell her everything about the camp, let her know what would be expected of her, why all this, the lingerie the seduction act was all so important, and yet he didn't tell her, she had the right to make her own decisions, she could back out if she didn't like the idea, she could just leave without any harm at all being done to her.

And now as she positioned herself in his lap, he shuddered through excitement finally having her this close, he showed her the email he had edited as per her wishes, he took her hand and guided it to the send button when she said she was happy with it, they pressed send together, delivering their end game together, like a team, together, a simple word with so many meanings and connotations, he looked up at her adoringly, all this happened because of a game, because of training but that didn't make it less real, it didn't mean it wasn't personal, it didn't mean that he didn't really like her, like her like her, he and Laura used to say that to each other, "I like you like you" it was their little joke to capitalize on the innocent feelings that they generated in each other.

He had a hand resting on her stocking thigh, her thigh so soft and being accentuated by the silky feeling, as he inhaled her he thought about what now, he wanted her now, his attraction to her and his male ego wanted her, especially before she started training, before she ended up doing god knows what with the men in the camp, he had no idea how that might make him feel, how it might make his view or feelings for Jennifer change, he wanted to embrace the feelings he was feeling now, they were genuine and he wanted to feel alive again, just for a little while, would she go that far? Did she just want to end the training mission now?

She was squirming in his lap, her thighs and arse exciting his hard cock, she was looking nervous, perhaps she did just want to call it game over now, Nathaniel had forgotten when the game started and when it ended for him, this was as much about getting her closer to him as it was about educating her about WASP. It was all a big conflict of interests for him,he looked up at her, looking for clues as to what she might be thinking, feeling, wanting.

And yet was this normal? Were the other drill Sergeants falling in love with their leadership candidates? Were they just fucking the whole time and not caring one way or the other about the course, feelings and whatever else? Was Nathaniel chosen as Geller's trainer due to his sensitivity and compassion for women? Because he was the only true ladies man among the Sergeants available? Was he the only one who could have gotten Geller this far? Would she have already stormed off in a huff with the other Sergeants?

Then she spoke breaking the sexy heavy silence, "is the lesson over, is that it" she asked in such words, she wriggled some more, he knew that he had to be feeling him and had to be enjoying it, she asked if she at least deserved one more turn in their game.

He looked down, swearing that he was blushing, he ran his hand down her thigh and then somehow managed to stand up and lift her slight body up at the same time. He placed her on her feet and walked to the drawer by the bar fridge.

If they were going to do this, and he very much wanted to, it wasn't going to be a game. It was going to be real and both of them were going to be well aware of what was happening.

He pulled the key to Jen's room out of the drawer, then pulling her towards him in that rough but gently manner that was perfected in romance films of the 40's he told her, "no more games Jennifer, no more WASP training, no more Sergeant and PFC, just Nathaniel and Jennifer" he then stole his kiss without waiting for a response, kissing her hard and deep, then realizing he may have truly over stepped his mark as he made it clear games had ceased he stopped and looked down a moment inadvertently looking right at her small but perfect breasts.

"Games are over Jennifer, here is your room key if you wish you can spend your last night in town in your room, if you feel the same way about me though as I do about you, then you can meet me in the bedroom, I hope you do." he said with a wink and picked up his camera as a hint to what he had in mind if she were to decide to spend time with him, game free.

He left the main room and waited in the bedroom for her to make her decision.
 
Jen's eyes were locked on the Sergeant's face, his jaw and chin and nose, like iron filings to his magnet. The game, she would play more of his strange little game if that would let this feeling continue even a little while longer, just long enough she could truly believe this was happening to her, long enough it would become a part of her. She didn't want to lose the feeling of the Sergeant against her, the feeling of him wanting her, just like this, never wanted to let it go.

Looking at his face, Jen would have sworn he was blushing if she didn't know any better, as if he was really as excited and thrilled by this as she was. As hard as he was beneath her though, was it enough to let his game run a little longer, to risk the consequences? Jen knew if things got out of hand, he could be risking at least as much as her, and no matter what a tribunal decided, she shuddered inside to think of him blaming her if it all went wrong.

But the touch of his hand slowly stroking the smooth elegance of the stocking covering her thigh put any of those worries on hold. She groaned, biting her lower lip a little as the sensation was just so intoxicating she couldn't help tightening her grip around his neck.

Then he started to move, his weight shifting forward, making Jen gasp in surprise. She felt his arms around her, lifting, and suddenly her world went weird in a way she hadn't felt since she was, what, four or five? Her heart dropped into her stomach from its forceful pounding in her throat as he lifted her up, making Jen feel almost like a rag doll in his arms. Was this it? Her feet in their heels lightly touched the floor as he bent over and set her down, gently disengaging her from around his neck. Was the game over? Her hand reached out for the little table as he removed his support, and Jen felt a pain in her chest. Was this her first broken heart? Had she gone too far and brought his defensive barriers up? Of course, how could he risk so much, and she had felt the effect she had on him. She had teased him with her body, and with her words, and hell by standing here practically naked in this lingerie, right in front of her Sergeant. What had she expected would happen?

As he stepped away without a word, Jen followed his silent retreat with sorrowful eyes. As she watched, too silent and embarrassed to say anything, he quietly slid open a drawer to take something out. What was it? Some sort of misdemeanor form to register what she'd done so it couldn't come back to him later?

He held his hand up for her to see it was much smaller than anything she'd expected. A key. Then she remembered. He actually had requested two rooms. Somehow in her... in the fog... her heat, she'd forgotten entirely about it. She had just felt here, present, in this room with him. Now he was going to withdraw and sleep in the other room, to make sure there was no question of his behavior. Jen knew he was doing the right thing, because she didn't trust herself to be as strong as he was. In this moment, with her whole world thrumming sensually through her every nerve ending, she didn't know if she would have been able to walk away. He was the strong one, and she couldn't even stop herself from insanely wishing he weren't.

Staring at the key, she barely saw his arm reaching across the gap between them. One moment she was perched on her heels with her hand lightly on the table keeping her more or less steady, and the next there was a tug in the small of her back, pulling her towards the Sergeant. Jen yelped softly in surprise and half-fell, half-baby-stepped her way across the small patch of carpet between them, but the way his arm held her so she wouldn't fall was so strong and reassuring once the shock was over and her body was pressed against him she didn't mind one bit.

If he was trying to push her away to avoid the entanglement she'd brought them so close to, it was a very strange push. He was still holding her tight, and Jen found herself leaning back in his embrace just a little to look up in his eyes still above her even with the added height of her heels. Her right hand somehow landed on his chest, over his heart, like an instinct to catch herself and support herself from the fall she'd feared was coming. But she couldn't bring herself to move it even after she felt his own arm holding her tight and steady, the feeling of his heart pounding right under her fingers too powerful to pull away from.

He was staring right down at her. How was he going to chew her out for this with a look like that in his eyes.

Then he told her, no more games.

No more training.

As he spoke her heart sank, aching as if his every word was a band of disappointment constricting around her, his voice huskier than she expected as he ended it.

No more Sergeant and PFC, he went on, clearly ending their relationship even for training. She had gone so far he couldn't even trust himself around her as her counselor? The dull ache of her own desire burning so close to him told her maybe he was right, that she couldn't trust herself around him either. Maybe he was right to end it. How could he train her and other cadets if she couldn't tell where to draw the line? How could she learn and focus on her training if all she could think about was him, the way it felt to be pressed against his chest like this, to feel the stubble of his chin against the soft skin of her face, her lips aching for his, and so much more? Of course he was right.

Just Nathaniel and Jennifer, he said. Jen's eyes widened in a little confusion as she stared up at him and then he bent down and removed all doubt, wiped away any thought that wasn't of him. The Sergeant... Nathaniel, kissed her with such passion Jen wasn't sure she could breathe and didn't care. Their lips joined perfectly, mouths opening as one, his tongue finding hers ready and willing as she kissed him back and threw her other arm around his neck again while still touching his chest. The Jen of a day or two ago would have laughed at the sight of herself right then and there, dressed in the skimpy lingerie, crushed in the tight grip of the bigger man, practically moaning as he kissed her like he owned her, just the way she knew she needed it. Was this what she'd been missing, the secret ingredient she'd needed all along to make any of this matter? A man who wanted her this badly? Jen kissed him back, finding for the first time in her life she actually cared, cared enough to risk the pain of the Sergeant leaving her if it meant she could have this kiss, this moment with him.

He ended the kiss, her lips getting the message only a few seconds after it was over, her eyes still closed and face upturned, lingering in the sensation even after he was just looking down at her again. Finally she opened her eyes, wishing it weren't over, but staring into his gaze. He handed her the key and gave her the choice. Then he picked up his camera with a wink and strolled to the bedroom -- his bedroom, her bedroom, their bedroom? It was so confusing, especially with him still looking back at her every step of the way until he disappeared behind the bedroom door, leaving Jen leaning against the mini-fridge. She felt everything, especially her chest heaving under the frilly little bra, her body suddenly so aware of the feel of the lingerie against her skin, and the heat of the Sergeant's gaze only fading slowly from the bare skin of her exposed body.

Jen could still see his wink as she stared at the doorway where he'd disappeared, still feel his body and his clothes pressed against her skin. Her mind was racing in neutral, her thoughts coming fast and furious but getting her nowhere. It would just take 5 or 6 steps to get to the doorway, to step inside. She could always... could always just say, well, that she needed her bag if she was going to go to the other room like a good, rule-following soldier. Could she be blamed for that? Could he?

Or she could just hurry out of the room as fast as she could without tripping, hurry with the key that was still cool from the drawer against her palm but burning a hole in her hand. She could just unlock the second room and fall inside and... find someway to pass a whole night. Alone. Knowing he was right next door. Feeling him right next door, right through the wall between them. Just like now.

She didn't have to decide. Not yet. Whether she wanted to flee or risk even the lamest of excuses to follow him into the room, she still had to trace his steps back to the entryway. Only then did she need to decide, right turn to the hallway and a long night -- their last night -- spent alone in her own room, still in the lingerie, or a left turn to... to whatever that would be.

Jen's first steps were slow, careful, trying to work on that heel toe gait she'd seen other girls using with such seeming ease. Her efforts made what she'd thought was a mere 5 or 6 steps take 10 to 15, and she almost went over one time. But halfway across the room, just herself and her weapon -- her own body -- Jen the soldier, the dedicated achiever, started to figure it out, or at least figure out a way. She tiptoed like a little girl playing pretend ballerina, keeping in mind not to let the heel snag the carpet before her toe was settled down for the next step. As she approached the two doors, her choice, she started smiling, so very pleased with herself. She was doing it, and she wanted to know if she looked right walking in the heels like this, or if she looked like a drunken new born colt -- successfully walking but not the way it was meant to be done. More than anything, though, she wanted the Sergeant, Nathaniel, to see. She wanted him to be proud of her.

"Ok," she said quietly to herself as she looked at the two doors. "I can just poke my head in for a second. Show him what I figured out." She smiled a little more imagining his face. She wanted to see his smile, wanted to see in his eyes that she was doing it right, that she really looked as sexy as he had imagined when he bought her the heels and lingerie in the first place. "It will just be a second, maybe a minute, and then... well..." She really didn't hear the key hit the carpet after it fell forgotten from her palm. Jen just knocked so softly on the door with her knuckles, almost like she was afraid he would actually hear.

"Sarg... Nathaniel? Can I come in? I want to show you something. Just for a second." She didn't sound very definite, but she realized she wanted more than a second with him and suddenly couldn't really stand the thought of just peeking in and fleeing. "Of course, maybe you could convince me to stay for a minute. Or two. Who knows?" She put her head to the door, her hair dark against the light wood as she listened, now finding she really did want him to hear, did want him to answer. Well, he'd invited her hadn't he? So Jen reached her hand for the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open a little without waiting any longer and just peeked her head through, thinking maybe he'd fallen asleep as she looked in the room with just her head and her great big smile through the door to see him.
 
Nathaniel wasn't worried about sexual harassment claims, the military had predicated that due to the nature of what a WASP was to be and the training process that there may be these claims, the blurred lines between what was normally considered normal and acceptable by soldiers and their drill sergeants making everything and everyone tense and confused. As the drill Sergeants were personally handling their leadership candidates as it were they would be required to prepare them for the course, the other women, the rank and file would have to deal with things differently, they would be in turn handled by the leadership potentials, women like Geller who would be required to help the recruits through their training, Nathaniel hadn't mentioned this to Jen yet, she had so many things to consider already and truth be told he wasn't allow to tell her that, she knew she was marked as a leader, if she truly was one she would lead these recruits without feeling she had to, they would come to her and she would help them, as simple as that, that is how leadership works after all, leaders are usually the ones who least want the role, they don't want it because they know what it means to lead. The worst leaders are the ones who want it for personal and ego reasons, that never works, these people exploit the ones under them to get what they want and in the military the cost for this behavior is dead soldiers.

So with these blurred lines between them, Nathaniel knew that if he did push it too far, if there was a misunderstanding Jen could file a harassment case, the military would with a stroke of a pen sort the issue, there would be no record of it on his service and Jen would receive a nominal payout, she would also be out of the WASP training course, if a WASP operative found herself with a foreign target in a hotel room alone, there would be no sexual harassment cases to save her, she would have to learn to do with whatever would happen, she would have only herself to get her out, if a Sergeant kissing her offended her sensibilities than she was not the right woman for WASP.

So with his speech about there being no more games he was making it clear that what he wanted now was personal, it had nothing to do with courses and training and preparation, it had everything to do with him being seriously attracted to her, about him wanting to have some fun with her, enjoy her company and sexuality without thinking about ulterior motives, he wanted to be a man and he wanted to enjoy her as a woman, no more soldier play.

He pulled her forward toward him and kissed her, soft lips touching hers, slowly kissing her deeper and deeper, tongues rolling around in each others mouths, exploring the vacuous space, warm and wet, the world ceasing to exist around them, eyes closed, the blackness they were seeing being sparked by fireworks exploding against the dark curtain of their inner eyelids, his heart raced as he stole the kiss, he had to have at least one kiss, one moment and if she was offended so be it, if she pulled away so be it, if she filed a harassment case so be it.

Their lips parted, more was still wanted by both of them, he could feel and see her wanting this as much as he did, but was merely wanting enough? Wanting was not always enough to make a woman surrender to her carnal cravings, to give a man what he wanted and desired, to give him her body as a sacrifice to the Gods of lust and sin.

He left her the key to her room, told her that whatever would happen next would not be a game, would not be a training exercise, it would be between Nathaniel and Jennifer, he took the camera and gave her a wink letting her know how things would proceed should she choose to join him in the bedroom. He entered the bedroom and sat on the bed and waited. He then realized that her bags were in the room, he laughed a little and shook his head, she would have to come in regardless of her intent. Either that or she could run quickly to the safety zone of her room hoping that no one would be in the hall way to see her in her half naked state.

It was too late now though, too late to and too awkward to change the way things had been set up, he would just wait in the room and see what would happen next, did she want him the way he wanted her? Wanted him enough to let everything go and indulge in a night of passion before heading off to Rape.. errr WASP Training Camp together?

He played with the camera in his hands as he waited nervously, his cock hard and his heart racing as much from the adrenaline rush from the erotic sensation of anticipation.

He could hear her heels pacing outside, getting closer, but closer for what? For him or her bags? What was her intent, how would she enter the room if carnal pleasure was what she decided on, would she strut in every bit the vixen ready to pose for the camera, or would she walk in a little slower, taking the camera from his hands and throwing it mercilessly against the wall before stripping him and pushing him on the bed, anything was possible with Jennifer, perhaps that was what made her so exciting to him, she had demonstrated so many different possibilities, so many different angles to her psyche.

Then a knock at the door, this wasn't boding well, a knock suggested trepidation, it preempted one of those "You're such a nice guy, easy to talk to and I feel sooooo comfortable with you but I don't like those qualities in a man" type of talk that Nathaniel had heard more than enough times in his life, heard them so often that he would parody them in his head as women would start their little execution like speeches, perhaps that is why so often he would just fuck a woman and leave, it seemed that is what so many wanted, a night of his cock and that was it.

He heard her voice, "Sarg... Nathaniel? Can I come in? I want to show you something. Just for a second." What did she want to show him? It didn't sound like a rejection or an acceptance, it sounded like she was going to friend zone him, that would right, the dreaded friend zone.

More curious than anything else, the Sergeant started to answer her, "Uh... o,o" he corrected his voice, he was sounded a little wavy, he was nervous and turned on and getting himself ready for a rejected. He started again, "OK, sure, come in and show me what you want to" he said trying to sound a little neutral but not totally disinterested, he really was starting to feel lost about it all.
 
As she peeked in, Jen saw the Sergeant on the bed, seated facing her with his camera idly in his hands. He glanced up and she couldn't help thinking from the expression on his face that he looked like she felt, a melting swirl of emotions. Jen was trying very hard to be the weapon he kept talking about, to hold onto the sense of false confidence that idea gave her. But the desire for him she felt burning inside her made kept making her feel like too much was at risk for easy confidence. What if they didn't the same thing? As beautiful, as amazing, as perfect as their kiss was, did he want more than for her to pretend to be his waitress for a night? How much would it hurt to risk everything for him and have him turn his back on her after a night of getting what he wanted? Or even worse, before she could give him what she ached to, could this be more of his mind games? Seeing how far he could push her?

Jen didn't know, couldn't know. Being around him had felt like having her mind screwed with from the very beginning, and yet somehow having him screw with her just seemed so... intriguing... so ripe with possibility.

Possibility she would never realize if she chickened out now. Possibility she wanted. With all the guys she'd left drift right through her life while keeping her safe distance the whole time, guys who meant nothing, most not even dating, a few passing through her bed but not making a dent in it or her, Jen had never met a man like the Sergeant, like Nathaniel before. She couldn't let him just drift out of her life, even if it meant risking embarrassment, risking the pain of a broken heart.

Once his eyes were on her, his lips fumbling for something to say, she stepped through the door. "I wanted you to see this." She didn't wait for him to complete his sentence. Maybe he would say no and she couldn't take that, wouldn't accept it, not without a fight. Maybe he would say "yes but" and she didn't want a but from him. Jen wanted his yes, and no matter what his answer was going to be right now, she was going to make sure he changed it to simply "yes, yes, yes."

Jen took a first careful step, tossing her hair just a little to clear her eyes so she could see him fully. She didn't look down at her feet, only at the Sergeant lounging on the bed. Force him to look back, don't let him look away, she told herself. As her first step touched, her little hip swaying tip toe dance that had worked so well out in the other room, she felt her confidence rise that maybe she could really do this in here too, with the heat of his gaze on her bare skin making everything feel so incredibly different.

She walked like the model she'd never wanted to be, only slower, not a catwalk prance but a slow, sinuous saunter. "How do you think my training is going so far S-Nathaniel? Tell me what you think of my heels." She slowed and stood just out of his reach, quite deliberately, her knees together, turning just a little to give him a view of the narrowness of her waist, twisting slightly to avoid giving him a profile view of her chest that might draw attention to her smaller breasts.

Be the weapon. Believe what he said. She thought about the Sergeant's words, about the way he at least seemed to believe in her more than she believed in this part of herself. She let his confidence substitute for her own, letting a piece of him inside her soul as she stared back at him with a subtle smile. Was she really going to do this? Despite the price she was risking, Jen couldn't live with herself if she didn't, couldn't stop herself now if she tried, too much need pulsing through her with each loud drumbeat of her heart. "So you give me all your advice," she started in a low seductive voice, taking that one step to bring her within arm's range after giving him a moment to look at her. "You get me to model my underwear for you, but..." She stepped even closer, until she was almost pressed against him. Jen reached for his shirt, her fingers delicately toying with just one button on his shirt, like it fascinated her, and then, still touching it, she looked him straight in the eyes, half challenging, half letting the heat in her body blaze through. "But you never showed me yourself, never demonstrated, how a soldier's body is properly showed off." She smiled and played with that button a little more.
 
He waited as she slowly entered the room, what did she want to show him, what was more important than getting her bags and leaving for her room or making love to him? He curiously and watched her.

Then it was obvious, she asked how her training was going and she was clearly referencing the earlier conversation about how learning to walk in high heels was the most important thing she could do that would prepare her and help her for WASP selection. She walked in confidently, brushing her hair to one side to see better really but it added to her sex appeal, she stood so he could see her profile, her little breasts her narrow waist, she was displaying herself for him. She was here and on show, for him.

He drew a breath as he took in her beauty, he wanted to say something but words seemed to fail him, they weren't enough and they weren't needed, his eyes followed her intently, she was teasing, standing close but just out of reach, she had him in her sights and he was dead from her sniper shot. Jen had learned to be Jennifer, she had leaned that to be a woman was the most deadliest thing on the planet, if she had of asked he would have handed over the whole WASP training manual right now, in fact he wanted to hand it over anyway.

She would learn that a man becomes very open with a woman after sex, she would learn that by giving him her body, the pleasure of being inside her that he would give her anything she wanted at all.

Then she started to close in for the kill, she started to approach him slowly, "You get me to model my underwear for you, but..." she started to say in a husky sexy tone, she was in front of him now playing with his buttons, "But you never showed me yourself, never demonstrated, how a soldier's body is properly showed off." she finished saying, playing with his buttons some more.

He smiled and looked at her, her smile, her breasts almost completely exposed, so soft and perfect in their shape, he kissed her again, tenderly, wantingly, he slid his hand down her side and with his other hand he curled a finger under a strap of her lingerie and just slid it off her shoulder, exposing one of her breasts as he did so.

Kissing her neck gently as he caressed her now naked breast he whispered in her ear, "Then make it happen" answering her question about how he had not showed her how his body a soldiers body should be showed off.
 
Jen felt warm all over as Nathaniel looked her over, smiling at her the whole time. She didn't move as he leaned in, well, maybe she leaned in too a little bit, and their lips met, softly, perfectly. Jen kissed him back through her own smile as she felt his hand stroking her bare skin, caressing her curves. When his finger teased at her nearly bare shoulder she turned a cheek slightly that way, like she wanted him to stroke her there too. But his finger just hooked the thin little bra strap and slipped it off he shoulder so it dangled against her upper arm, exposing her shoulder completely. What made her gasp with a little thrill, though, was the way it loosened the cup holding that breast, so it pulled away just enough to let her nipple and a bit of the soft underside of her breast peek out from behind the frilly lace of the bra.

Her cheek still turned toward that shoulder, almost like the suckling instinct of an infant turning to face any sensation, her neck became a target of opportunity. The feel of his lips dancing lightly from her own, down to the side of her neck, was like warm little raindrops of pleasure spattering her skin, making her breath come hot. And somehow his hand had found its way into the little gap he'd opened up in her bra. Her nipple felt just so damned tight and warm in his palm Jen couldn't help arching her back just a little to press herself a little more into his touch, certain he must be able to feel her heart pounding right under his hand.

Jen's eyes were closed when his lips left her neck. She didn't move, willing to wait and find out where they would land next. It was his breath, warm at her ear, rustling her hair just the tiniest bit as he whispered to her. If she wanted to see his body the way she was displaying her own, he wanted her to make it happen.

Her fingers were still at that shirt button, she realized, having forgotten them as her body was so busy responding to his kisses and caresses. She turned her cheek even more, her eyes opening to find his, to see if the fire burning in his eyes was as hot as the one in hers. Her fingers worked nimbly, trying to figure out how to get his button open on their own. Lips opening and kissing him again, her tongue just peeking out and tentatively tasting his lips.

Losing herself in his kiss again, Jen's fingers grew impatient on against his chest, frustrated with their task not at all like unbuttoning her own shirt. She didn't mean to pop the button loose but the way she pulled at his shirt as she kissed him it was kind of inevitable. Breaking their kiss to apologize didn't seem possible anymore as their lips moved together, slipping moistly and softly against each other, seeking a perfect angle that could always still be improved just a little more. And once that first button was popped, the next, and the next went quickly, like foregone conclusions, until her hand brushed his shirt back over his shoulders, exposing his chest and she could bend herself in to him, pressing her own torso against his and gasping into his kiss at the sensation. It felt so perfect, pressing her body against him, she couldn't stop herself from stepping even closer, her legs straddling his, crawling into his lap as he sat on the side of the bed letting her kiss him, leaning into him until they started to tip backward, with her crouched on top of him like a hungry predator, her mouth not leaving his warm breath for a second.
 
As they kissed and the world slipped away from Nathaniel he let himself escape the thoughts that were plaguing him about Jennifer, about the course, about allowing himself to fall for her. He had known men in the past that had dated and been in relationships with prostitutes, it never seemed to bother them, they saw the sex their girlfriends were having as a job as the way she made money and that was as simple as that. He wondered if they were ok with that because they weren't that in love with the woman or because they were in love with her and were willing to accept anything.

He had often questioned the white knight instinct he seemed to have when it came to women. He had many a time believed a woman to be far more innocent than what she truly was, he had read about the Madonna Whore complex whereby men would see a woman as Virgin or a Whore, someone you have a relationship with or someone you fuck. He saw Jennifer as someone he wanted a relationship with, and therefore he saw her as an innocent, he didn't want her to perform stripteases and give headjobs and all the other XXX rated tactics that a WASP would be expected to perform to complete a mission, he just wanted Jennifer, pure innocent Apple Pie Jennifer who wanted to be a soldier to finally win the approval of her father.

He continued kissing her, cupping her breast in his hand, it was small but soft and perfectly shaped, her skin smooth and delicate, she was exciting to be with, exciting to hold. Letting the other strap down over her shoulder and down her arm, he exposed her other breast, she was topless before him now, he still kissed and he wondered how far she would go with him.

He had told her to make it happen in regards to seeing his body, it wasn't a challenge but rather a way of letting her set the pace, he indeed hoped that he would go all the way with her tonight, he wanted to have a night of purity with her, before she was trained in the ways of a whore. He wanted to be with Jennifer Geller, Miss Hometown Apple Pie, not PFC Jen Geller WASP Killer Slut Elite.

She popped the buttons on his shirt as they continued to kiss, his hands now travelling over naked breasts, down her sides, he pushed the negligee down her body until she was just in her panties, stockings and heels, he picked her up and placed her gently on the bed, running his hands down her thigh, along her stockings, he looked at her and started to take off her panties.
 
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