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I spent the night in Derrick's quarters that night; the night he took my virginity. I think back on that night often. The way he was so powerful and so loving at the same time makes me treasure the memory. And, really, "powerful" and "loving" color all my memories of Staff Sergeant Derrick Jackson.
Derrick was nearly a foot taller than I, a bronzed god of a man. Half black. Close cropped hair. Chest muscles and biceps made for drooling over. He was the epitome of the phrase "latent power."
He frequently called me "Little Girl" or "Kitten." I think he thought my name, Paradise, was kind of silly. I was conflicted about my name. On the one hand it was silly. But on the other hand, It was one of the few things my mom was able to give me before she died. So I compromised and asked people to call me Pari.
I was a fairly small 18 year old high school Senior, and next to Derrick, who was not only tall but ten years older than me, I felt like The Tiny Toy Girlfriend. The way he would tell me what he wanted me to wear, or the way he would play with my long hair made me feel that way, too. I loved feeling like Derrick's precious plaything.
My dad had always made me feel precious, too; of course, in a different way. Some people would say he spoiled me—maybe to make up for my mom having died in Iraq when I was two. And, it's true that he gave me most of the things I asked for.
However, it's also true that Dad taught me how to cook and clean and do laundry and that I took those chores over bit by bit as I grew up. I was rarely in trouble at school and got good grades, too. He told me that as I continued to show maturity, he would grant me more and more freedom. I always kept that in mind, especially after I started dating, then driving.
By the time I turned 18 right after I started my Senior year, I had no restrictions. My dad treated me like the adult that he had taught me to be. I was gratified that he trusted me to know what I was doing with Derrick. Of course, I knew that he trusted Derrick, too, but with the age difference between Derrick and me, I knew Dad would not have approved of our dating unless he felt I was mature enough to handle an adult relationship.
So, I was not worried about Dad's reaction when Derrick took me home the morning after I had first spent the night with him. I had changed out of my party clothes and was making breakfast for Derrick and I when my dad wandered into the kitchen, instinctively searching out coffee.
"G'morning, Dad! Do you want some breakfast, too?"
I noticed Dad poured two cups of coffee. "Or should I ask if you and your visitor want breakfast?"
"Naw," he said. "Don't worry about us. We're going to the NCO Club for Sunday Brunch a bit later."
Coming down the hallway, I saw a pretty blonde wearing my dad's uniform shirt. "Tony, you got the coffee—ooh!" She turned around. "I didn't know there was anyone else here!" She raced back to the bedroom.
"That was Connie. Guess she wants her coffee."
"Guess so, Dad."
About an hour later, Derrick was helping me with the breakfast dishes—or, rather, he was playing grab-ass while I laughed and dodged, trying to get a plate or two into the dishwasher. Dad and Connie were suddenly standing in front of us, both of them dressed up. Connie seemed a bit embarrassed at first, but as introductions were made, she seemed to get over it.
"Well, like I said before, we're off to the NCO Club." Dad said. He walked Connie to the door, with his hand on the small of her back, opened the door and followed her out.
I turned to Derrick, "He doesn't usually introduce his girls to me. And he's never let one stay the whole night!"
Derrick leaned down to kiss me. Trapping my eyes with his, he said, "Maybe it's love."
Derrick's sweet kiss made me forget about Dad and Connie. As it turned passionate and heated it made me forget everyone and everything but Derrick. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my room. He laid me carefully on the bed and kneeled beside it. He pulled the t-shirt I was wearing up over my bra and then off. He pulled the shorts I was wearing off, too. Then, he simply looked at me.
I knew that he was seeing me with my hair spilled all over the pillow, my eyes hooded with desire. I knew he was seeing my pale skin perfectly framed by the black lace bra and low-rider bikini panties I was wearing. The desire on his face as Derrick looked at me nearly naked before him sent my desire into the stratosphere.
"Derrick, please!" I begged him to do something, anything!
He reached a finger out and traced the edges of my bra. Gradually, his finger made its way inside my bra. When his finger touched my taut nipple, I began to plead with him again. I tried to get up, to pull him down to me, to touch him anywhere and everywhere.
Derrick grabbed my wrists in one hand and put them on the bed above my head. "Leave them there," he commanded. He leaned over and flicked his tongue over my bra above my nipples, first one side, then the other. When he had my nipples rock hard, he moved one hand slowly down my body. He kissed my lips, my neck, my breasts all while he was tracing the lace of my panties. Slowly, his fingers moved inside my panties.
He began kissing his way down my body. He pulled his hand out of my panties and went back to kissing. He kissed my mound on top of the lace. He stuck his tongue out and lapped at me through the lace. I was moaning, pleading, raising my hips to increase the contact. He was driving me crazy with want.
He pulled the lace panties down my legs and got on the bed between my legs. He spread me open to look some more. He smiled and growled and oh, so slowly, licked my puss from bottom to top. He kissed and licked and sucked my lower lips, gradually moving up to focus on my clit. As he licked my clit, he put a finger inside me and moved it in and out. I began to feel my orgasm build. Then he moved to sucking on my clit and curled his finger up. When he did that, my orgasm hit. My body arched up, tense. I think I forgot to breathe.
Gradually, I came down, relaxed and breathed again. I saw that Derrick was sitting back on his heels, his pants open and cock out. He came then, shooting out over my belly and legs. It was exciting to see that and to feel his warm cum on me.
He grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and wiped his cum off me. He lay down beside me and pulled me tight to him. We lay like that for quite a while, enjoying the moment and the closeness.
Then Derrick explained, "I thought you might be sore from last night."
I rolled over to face him. "Perhaps I'll be sore frequently."
Derrick chuckled. I kissed him, tasting myself on him. He smoothed his hands down my back and hip. I sighed.
"Unfortunately," I said, "I've got homework that's due tomorrow."
"So you're gonna be a good little girl, now, eh?" Derrick teased.
I fluttered my eyelashes. "Aren't I always a good little girl?"
Derrick kissed me, hard. "Little Girl." He kissed me again. "You always taste good."
We both laughed.
*****
As my school's Thanksgiving Break approached, I realized how badly I needed a break. Because I was dating a soldier and not a high school boy, I was being shunned. Girls I used to think were my friends told me, with barely disguised glee, how it was going around that I was stuck up, thought I was better than everyone, and a slut. Boys I used to be friends with became crude and sometimes hostile towards me. It didn't really bother me to lose the fair-weather friends, but the atmosphere on campus was wearing me down, little by little, day by day.
I went to the counselor to ask if there were any way to avoid the next semester. We talked about home study, correspondence schools, and dropping out and getting my GED. Finally, in looking over my transcript, Mrs. James told me I could just graduate in January. I didn't even realize they had January graduations. I told her I liked that idea, but that I'd need to discuss it with my dad. I'd tell her for sure as soon as we got back from break.
Thanksgiving dinner was different that year. Dad had almost always invited over some of the single soldiers and the all gorged on turkey and football. But that year, it was just Dad and I with our dates. I was utterly flabbergasted that Connie was still around, but growing to like her more and more. I particularly liked how much she made Dad smile.
Dad and Connie and Derrick and I had each made something for our Thanksgiving dinner. Derrick brought a sweet potato pie that was delicious! Who knew he could bake? Dad decided to try frying the turkey. The rest of us thought he was crazy and/or would set the place on fire, but he managed fine and the turkey was really good!
After dinner, when Dad was full and lethargic, I decided to broach the subject of my graduating early. I was not sure what Dad's reaction would be as he was always telling me how important it was to him that I get a good education. I was afraid he would think I was cheating my education somehow.
We settled in the living room to watch the tape-delayed NFL game on the Armed Forces Network. Dad and Derrick already knew the score, so they wouldn't need to pay too close attention to it.
"Dad," I said, "I was talking to the counselor at school the other day and found out that at the end of this semester, I will have finished all of my requirements to graduate. I'd like to go ahead and graduate in January."
"What? Why?" Dad seemed quite surprised.
