Chapter 1: Alvin is the name of a computer geek
Alvin is not a name one would associate with this hunk of a man. Think Ryan Reynolds with short wavy blonde hair. Alvin first and foremost was a competitor, a fighter. The youngest of four boys, he was always last in line for clothes, for dessert, for everything. Therefore, he developed skills. The first skill was in sports, sports that required good hand/eye coordination. He played little league baseball and as an eight-year old, hit a home run over the fence in a game on a field that is usually used for kids in the 11-12 division. The coaches said they had never seen that before. He played shortstop, which helped him develop quick feet and a quick mind for the game. He was also the best Nintendo player in the school. He could make the joystick sing, his hands and fingers were so fast. As a computer- geek, the name Alvin was appropriate.
In high school he had an overall batting average in three years on varsity of .406, which was Ted Williams average in 1941. His buddies started calling him Ted. The average, his stellar glove and his eleven home runs propelled him to the Sports Illustrated high school all star team. He could have gone to USC or Stanford and gone pro but he had higher aspirations, literally higher. He wanted to be a pilot more than anything. It was for that reason that he applied to and was accepted to the Air Force Academy and starred on their absolutely lousy team that only won nine games in four years, losing one hundred and eleven. He didn't care. He would find winning in the skies.
At the Air Force Academy he could have had any of the female cadets, any of the female instructors too. However, the code did not allow that so he kept it all down. When he went home to Temple Texas, he let it all out. He was often seen with two girls, one under each arm. His buddies marveled at him. He only said that he could easily satisfy two at a time, so why waste it? His buddies just scoffed, not believing a word.
There was that one girl, what was her name? He could never remember her name. It was an unusual name. He was at a bar with the boys watching the World Series. The waitress was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall, probably around six feet, had strong legs that were prominent due to the short skirt, white teeth, killer smile and the cutest dimples. The boys were talking about their baseball exploits. "The greatest game," said Jeffrey, who played catcher at USC before the academy.
"The greatest game," agreed Tony, who played infield—mostly as a backup—at UNLV. "Don't you agree?" he posited to the waitress.
"I could never understand baseball," she said, the gorgeous milk chocolate-Black girl, "I could get into football. The Volunteers gave a great Saturday experience. There is nothing like SEC football."
Alvin had to pipe up. He was mesmerized by her. "You have the body of an athlete, what was your sport?"
"Boys, I was on the University of Tennessee national championship volleyball team. That is the sport of kings," ribbing the boys.
What was her name? Alvin returned to that bar a week later. He talked with the super hot volleyball player-turned waitress. She had he sweetest smile and softest Southern accent. They went out for dinner. He remembered that she was in the U.S. Olympic women's volleyball training program. They spent a fabulous night together and hooked up a few more times. She taught him a lot about how to satisfy a woman. Her legs were so long that she always locked her ankles when they fucked in missionary and used her thighs to pull him in deeper. He took her to a party with a lot of other cadets. He remembers the reaction he got from the other guys. She was the most beautiful thing any of them had ever seen.
While he was getting her a drink, Mike jumped the line and grabbed him by the arm. "Where did you find her? Damn, bro, you like the sistas?" Mike stole her from Alvin. They made an interesting looking couple. Mike, who played running back at the University of Illinois, at all of 5'9" with her-what was her name—at almost six feet. He heard they got married.
In the air force he flew huge cargo planes but wanted to fly fighters. While he wanted to fly fighters, the air force did not assess his abilities 'to be superior in the demands of that area of piloting.' They required superior mental toughness. While he thought he was capable, this did not work out in his favor. He served the minimum number of years and received an honorable discharge. Now it was time to find a job. He landed a position with a big airline and was in the training program to fly 747's, on account of the fact that he flew C-17's and C-5's. The 747 pilots were considered the cream-of-the-crop. So he came to appreciate his experience flying huge cargo planes and not sleek fighters.
It would take at least ten, maybe fifteen years of service, maybe longer, as a co-pilot before getting the chance to take command of a 747 but he was patient. There were many other perks to the job.
Alvin looked great in his uniform. As a single man, making a nice salary-with greater potential—he was in high demand among the female employees, chief among them were the flight attendants who captivated him. He thought about getting married to a women he met at a golf tournament. She was doing registration. He was too young and self-centered for marriage. He got plenty of tail and enjoyed his freedom.
Early on in his career, the female flight attendants would compete for his attention. He could have all of them, sequentially or together if he wanted. Unfortunately, the airline forbade this kind of relationship for safety and general esprit-de-corp. Some marriages were formed but those could only be ones where the two people never flew together. What is the fun of that, thought Alvin. Therefore, if he wanted relationships with the flight attendants he had to follow the rules. Alvin was in the military and was the kind of person who always followed the rules. He found plenty of hot women to hook up with.
The flight attendants (and the women on the ground crews) talked about him all the time. It was the flight attendants who had the most interaction with him so they had they had the most opportunities. One very petite brunette caught his eye. Her name was Chloe. She was about 5'2" and 100 lbs. but strong on account of the fact that she was on the women's gymnastics team at the University of Wisconsin. She had a great physique, a perfect behind and incredible legs. Besides, she had a killer smile with pearly white teeth and used her make up to best flatter her mouth and lips. Alvin thought often about those lips and how they would feel surrounding his cock. He would get his chance.
He had just landed in Tokyo when he saw Chloe in the crew lounge. She knew he was a "playa" from the other girls but few of them were in possession of any details. They made up stories and fantasized about him in their beds. He was probably one of the few men who could give a woman an orgasm and not even be in the same country.
He saw her pulling her carry-on and she looked super sexy just walking through the door. It must have been the smooth way she moved and controlled her movements from years doing dance and gymnastics. When she saw him, she thought immediately that he must be the one that the others always talked about. If so, they were right. He was really put together. He was at the coffee machine when she approached him. "Hi, my name is Chloe, are you Alvin?"
"My friends call me Ted. I would be thrilled if you were one of them."
"I have been looking for a friend like you."
"What kind of friend is that?"
Chloe had always been a good girl. She did not lose her virginity until she was nineteen in the dorm at Wisconsin. She had been hanging around Benjamin a lot. She was studying sociology. He was studying Engineering. They first met in the athletic center. She was leaving the gym after a workout. Benjamin had a work-study job in the athletic department. They dated by attending sports events. One night it happened. Chloe, an extremely shy girl, finally took the plunge and agreed to do it. They were in Benjamin's dorm room. His roommate who lived in Chicago had gone home for the weekend. They had made out a few times but this one got hot and heavy. He started caressing her breasts, perfect 32B little girly breasts. She got hot, unbuckled his pants and started sucking his cock. This had happened once before but this time, she had the urge and produced a condom from her small shoulder purse.
"Put this on."
"Sure, how long have you been carrying that around?"
"This one for only a few months. I bought a box when I got here (on campus this fall) but never..."
Taking it from her, he slipped it on. He had done this before a few times. She was excited already but he started fingering her slit. When she was ready she pushed his hand away and slowly climbed on. She was terribly frightened. It hurt a lot. There was a trickle of blood which she blotted from her thighs. It was over in a minute.
At Wisconsin she had met many more interesting guys but was reserved, did not attend parties and really did not circulate in the kinds of crowds where one receives a lot of pressure. She had two more boyfriends and graduated. Since she was the perfect height and weight, she applied to be a flight attendant and was accepted on account of her all-American good looks, warm smile and engaging personality. She was based in Chicago but did not like it there. It was much colder than Las Vegas where she grew up. In Chicago, she met young men at church and other clean functions. She did not drink.
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"I asked you, what kind of friend is that, the kind you are looking for?"
"Tall dark and handsome," was all that came out. It was stupid thing to say but all the women in the old movies used that line.
"Would you settle for tall, blonde and out-of-shape?"
Out-of-shape? He was an Adonis to her. This is the kind of self-deprecating style she knew some guys used. "What could you ever mean, 'out of shape'?"
"I played baseball at the academy." All of the girls knew he was in the air force. "I have to admit I was in pretty good condition about ten years ago but rarely work out any more like I used to."
"In that case, I will take tall, blonde and unable-to-workout-much." They talked some more but had to catch the shuttle to the Hilton, where all of the flight crews stay. They found seats in the third row of the mini-van, and the other girls in that vehicle snickered in blood-boiling jealousy the whole trip. All of the crews shared rooms so there was no chance for a quick tryst. This would be their first date anyway so he asked if she had the energy for a drink at the jazz club down the street. His flight had been 13 hours from Dallas to Tokyo but he caught a short nap in the crew rest quarters so was not tired. Her flight was 10 hours but she was tired from standing the whole time. Yet, here he was, the hunk of the company and he wanted to spend time with her. They went to the club. He told her she would sleep better if she had a drink. She had a cup of sake and practically fell asleep. They returned to the hotel.
