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Subject: {ASSM} The Magic Mountain (Mf 1st rom) {Anoninsac}
Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 19:10:06 -0400
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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women. No testing on animals
was involved in the production of this story. Some of
the participants in the story are under the age of 18.
If you live in a backward society, like the United
States or Afghanistan, in which it is illegal for you
to know about sex or read sexual materials immediately
delete this from your computer and scourge yourself
with a whip for having any sexual thoughts. If you are
under the age of 18 please continue to pretend you
don't know about sex and continue to get each other
pregnant in increasing numbers so that we have more
young single mothers raising children. Don't learn
about safe sex or contraception as these are tools of
the devil. Please do not masturbate while reading this
story in public places as this can excite the
authorities into rash conduct and result in grave
consequences for you.


                The Magic Mountain

The lights went out and the fan-jets droned as we
climbed into the night sky. I looked at my watch. We
left the gate twenty minutes late and it was O dark
thirty now. I'd be home around seven in the morning.
My first red eye flight.

I was wearing dark blue pants and the long sleeve dark
blue wool uniform shirt. It was the best looking
uniform the Air Force had. The other uniforms looked
like something a bus driver would wear. I had on my
one ribbon, the National Defense Service Medal. We
laughingly referred to it as the Boot Camp medal.
Because of Nam, if you made it through boot camp you
got the medal. I would have preferred not traveling in
uniform but it was the only way to get the half price
Military discount. I just hoped some weirdo wouldn't
throw blood at me or spit on me. Seven months ago, I
was a longhaired civilian. We all had protested
Vietnam and yelled at cops, Pigs! Now, I was about to
re-enter that world. It felt strange. 

I finished my training and was given ten days before
reporting for my first assignment. Six of us had
volunteered for overseas assignment. The other twenty
guys had called us idiots. Actually they called us
fucking idiots. Overseas? That was volunteering for
Nam. When the assignments came down all five of us got
orders for Hawaii. I can still see the look of
astonishment on the other guy's faces. They got choice
assignments like Omaha or alligator-infested
Barksdale. We five laughed for days. I found out later
that in a typical military irony, all twenty guys who
were not volunteers spent six months at their
stateside bases and then every swinging dick got
orders for Southeast Asia. Sometimes it's better to be
lucky than smart. I live by that motto. Have too.

I wondered what it was going to be like at home. I ran
my hand over my head. No hair. Jesus I was going to
stand out. NOBODY under the age of thirty had hair
this short. I looked at my orders. All they said was
assignment to Pacific and an APO box and 548 RTG. I
bet I could convince people I was going to Vietnam.
That'd be funny. Might get me out of a traffic ticket.
'Officer, I'm headed to Nam.' I thought about home as
I drifted off to sleep.

The popping in my ears woke me up. Bright morning
light streamed in the window. The plane was on final
to LAX. I stretched and felt that faint uneasiness I
always feel on landing. I could see another jet off to
our right pacing us in to the runways. Stay over there
I thought. A few minutes later we touched down. The
furious blast of engines on reverse, the first high
squeal as the pilot tapped the brakes, slowing,
slowing and the engine sounds died away and finally
the lurch as the brakes bit and brought the plane to
taxi speed.

I grabbed my bag as we stopped at the gate and piled
off with a few dozen other zombies. I bet there wasn't
thirty people on the flight. My folks were waiting by
the gate. Of course, Mom was dripping tears. You'd
think I was back from the wars instead of Tech school.

After the teary welcome we piled in the car and headed
home. I took a day to get caught up on sleep. I
borrowed a car and headed out to some old haunts. I
stopped by my High School. The teachers all went
crazy. 'What the Hell had I been up to?' asked Coach
M. Seems that one day two guys in suits showed up
asking the teachers questions about me. They were
there for hours. I laughed when I told them it was a
security clearance. I was going to Pacific
Headquarters and needed a Top Secret clearance just to
get in the building. The teachers had figured I was
wanted for bank robbery.

It was all familiar and yet, in some strange way, it
all felt slightly wrong. It hadn't changed. I had. I
didn't fit in. There was a faint distance. I could
feel it in my teachers. I wasn't the kid who they had
taught just months ago. They felt I was different.
They were right.

I spent the week trying to get back the familiar
feelings. I hung out at the park. I looked up old
friends. I went to a football game with friends and
watched my old high school lose. I drank wine we had
sneaked into the game just like old times. But it was
always different.

I had been home about a week when I ran into Brenda at
the market. Damn, she was cute. We had been in the
same art class my senior year. She was a freshman and
we had hit it off. We spent some time together but
really hadn't dated because she was 'too young.' We
had kissed a few times but the age difference and the
tight leash her parents kept on her prevented us from
really becoming an item.

"Hi."

"HI!" she answered. "Where have you been?"

"I went in the Air Force. I'm home on leave before I
go overseas."

"Overseas? Like to Vietnam?" she asked with concern in
her voice.

"No. Well, not yet anyway." That sounded better than
saying I was going to Paradise while everybody else
went off to Southeast Asia.

"Oh good. Did you hear about Charles?"

"Yeah. I just saw. He bought the farm."

"What?" She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Sorry. That's slang for KIA. It means all he got was
some dirt in his face."

"That's an awful way to say that," she said shaking
her head.

"Yeah. But when you're in war you kinda get a gallows
humor. I heard that Charles bought it in Nam.
Somewhere up in the highlands. Just a routine patrol."

"It's so sad. I cried when I heard. His brother is in
my class..." She paused and I saw her eyes mist up. I
reached over and took her hand to comfort her. She
grabbed my hand in hers and then threw herself against
me wrapping her arms around me. Startled, I just stood
for a second. Then as I realized I had a beautiful
girl melting against me I threw my arms around her.

She looked up with a few tears in her eyes. "You'll
come back? I don't want to this to be the last time I
see you."

"Hey. Don't talk like that. It's bad luck."

"Sorry. Come back." She buried her head against my
chest.

"I'm coming back. I promise." We stood like that for a
while. I felt her breasts against my chest. I smelled
the perfume of her hair. I felt the soft caress of her
long hair on my arms. My loins became acutely aware
that I was holding this beautiful girl in my arms. It
had the usual effect.

"You always were doing that." She said into my chest.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Poking me in the belly."

I felt the flush of heat in my face. I tried to
disentangle myself embarrassed that she had noticed my
erection. She pulled harder holding her body tight
against mine.

"I'm sorry Brenda." I had no idea what else to say.

She looked up smiling. "I didn't say I minded." She
let me go. 

I stood back thoroughly confused. I stuck my hand in
my pocket trying to hide the erection. "So, you're
shopping?" Lame, lame, lame I thought.

"Yes. When do you leave?"

"In two days," I said.

"Can I see you again before you go?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. That'd be cool."

"Have you been to Magic Mountain?" she asked.

"No." With Disneyland a few miles down the road I
never saw any need to drive across LA to another
amusement park. Right?

She bubbled, "It's great. We should go." 

I thought about my travel money. The ticket is paid.
I'm gone to Uncle Sugar's arms in two days. He'll be
supplying me with the finest accommodations and the
best cuisine, a barracks with four hundred guys and
SOS, Shit On a Shingle, really chipped beef on toast.
Military food is an oxymoron. It's like the MREs,
Meals Ready to Eat, three lies in one. What the Hell.
Let's splurge. "Ok. How 'bout tomorrow?"

"Yeah." She threw her arms around my neck hugging me.
Once again I was acutely aware of 'poking' her in the
belly. I couldn't help it. Those were the days of
skintight jeans and there's no other place for an
erection to go. I wasn't sure, but this time it felt
like she was pushing up against it. I was confused, a
perpetual state of teenaged being when around girls.

                      ****

I picked Brenda up the next morning at nine. I had a
dozen red roses for her. It started the day out right.
She was sporting a radiant smile as she took them into
the house to find a vase. It was the first time she
ever got a dozen roses. Mom waved goodbye as we headed
off to Magic Mountain.

I really didn't care much what we did. I remember a
roller coaster ride because I had my arms full of girl
as she lay against my chest. One turn threw us to the
side and I felt her breast pushing into my arm.
Instantly I was poking her again. I had a tough time
getting out of the car at the end of the ride trying
to hide the erection. She was smiling at me when I
followed her from the ride. She grabbed my hand
leading me off to the next ride. And so it went.

About 5 o'clock I was starving. "How 'bout dinner?"

"I'd love to."

I'd seen ads for a restaurant at the top of a tower so
I headed that way. Because it was a weekday the place
wasn't crowded and we were seated right away. We could
see out over the entire basin, well, as far as the
smog would let us see anyway. We had dinner as the sun
slowly set over the hills and the lights of the valley
came on one after another. I knew that I was watching
a beehive of people but we were high enough and far
enough removed that as the dusk descended and movement
blurred in the twilight a sense of peace descended
over the scene. Brenda reached across and took my hand
as we looked out the window of the restaurant. By the
time we left it was night.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"It's too soon to go home," she answered. "And you're
leaving so soon..."

"Let's go for a drive."

I found a little two-lane road that headed up the
hills behind LA. I had no idea where we were going. I
just wanted to be with Brenda a little longer. I
slowed going around a very tight curve and saw a dirt
road off to the right. I turned off and followed the
road. A quarter mile later the road ended on a little
outcropping. As we slowly pulled forward the hill
dropped away and, almost like we were launched into
the air we were overlooking the entire LA basin. The
lights sparkled to the horizon, a million diamonds
reflecting the moon. I inched forward until the ground
below was gone, only the lights were before us.
Putting it in park, I pushed on the parking brake as
hard as I could and turned off the engine. The silence
enveloped us in our cocoon, just us and the night
afire with the sparking lights.

I turned to her as she was turning to me. Neither of
us spoke a word. I put my hand to her cheek and guided
her mouth to mine for a soft fragrant kiss, her lips
smelling of tropical fruit lipstick. We parted and our
eyes met, hers filled with something almost
disturbing. It looked like desire, but I couldn't
really believe it was. I leaned forward and as our
lips met I licked softly the place where her lips met.
They parted and my tongue found hers. They swirled
together, chasing and finding and finally mating. My
hand slid from her cheek to her shoulder and then down
until it was resting next to her swelling breast. No
protest. It slid up to her breast and I felt a moment
of tension in her body followed by a relaxation as we
continued to kiss. I caressed and circled her nipple
with my fingers. She broke the kiss and reaching down
pulled her top up exposing her bra. As my hands were
drawn to them she unhooked her bra allowing my hands
to slide under the cups. They were so soft and yet the
nipples were so hard under my palms. We kissed again
as she pressed herself against my hands.

I was overwhelmed, unsure what to do. I had never
expected this so quickly to become a major petting
session. Her muscles trembled as one hand glided
across her belly and she stuck her tongue far into my
mouth. My hand cupped her as she pressed her pussy
against it. I could feel the heat through her jeans.
My cock was straining painfully. I unsnapped her jeans
and tried to worm my hand in but they were too tight. 

Breaking the kiss I asked, "Do you want to get in the
back?"

Breathlessly, "Yes."

I reached over the seat and folded the back seat down.
I climbed into the back knowing that Dad always kept
some emergency supplies in a side compartment which
included a couple old blankets. I spread those out
into a makeshift bed in the station wagon. Brenda
started to climb over the seat. "Use the door. It's
easier."

She laughed. As she opened the back door and joined me
our lips met again. The door slammed and we were back
in our dark cocoon. We lay down, kissing and gathering
the momentum we had lost. This time I pushed her jeans
down past her knees and then slid my hand between her
legs. My finger trailed down to her pussy and was
greeted by her moist heat. I started to gently stroke
her with my finger. 

My mind was in chaos. I had never gone this far with a
girl. Was she going to go all the way? What should I
do next? I wanted to do something but didn't know what
to do.

"Brenda, do you want to?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered softly.

"It's my first time," I said hoping she would
understand.

"Mine too," she said. "But I want to."

I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly pushed my
jeans off practically ripping my shoes and socks off.
As I lay next to her, her hand found my cock, "Oh.
It's so hard. I don't know..."

I was panicked, so close. Was she going to say no? "Do
you want to stop?" I asked dreading the answer I knew
was coming.

"No. Take my jeans off," she said. I pulled them off
and she threw her top and bra into the front seat. She
was so beautiful. Better than any picture in Playboy
because she was real.

I lay on her wrapping her in my arms as we kissed
again. Nervously, my head trailed down across her
chest until I was level with her breasts. I had
touched a breast before and seen hundreds in
magazines, but this was the first time I was so close
to a real breast. In the soft moonlight I studied
every small bump, every ridge, every swell of skin. I
desired them and leaned forward to take a nipple
softly between my lips. Brenda moaned low and soft.
Encouraged by that sound I switched to her other
breast. Her hand rested on my neck holding me against
her. I could feel her hips pushing up, grinding
against my body. I had read about it and now I wanted
to do it. Pulling away from her breast I kissed her
belly and down to the beginnings of her triangle. I
could smell her arousal, different and yet so similar
to the one time a girl had let me touch her 'down
there.' 

I looked up at Brenda. Her eyes were closed and her
head lay back, her mouth open and her breathing was
deep. I lowered my head and looked at her. Unsure, I
licked softly from the bottom of her slit to the top.
Pausing, I looked for a reaction. Hmm, she wasn't
thrashing in ecstasy. I did it again, this time
letting my tongue part her lips. As my tongue glided
across her clitoris she let out a moan. Ah, I get it
now. Spreading her labia I licked across her button
and was rewarded with another moan as she pushed up
against my mouth. I settled into a slow rhythm,
licking and lapping her. Her hips kept rhythm with me.
Her hands were grasping the blanket when my tongue
tired. I moved up over her. 

She felt my cock pushing against her. I couldn't find
the way. My cock slid low and then high. Worried that
I wouldn't be able to fuck her, panic edged closer and
closer, worry that I'd waste all night trying like
this when her hand reached between us and took my
cock, guiding me to her opening. The heat of her on my
cock was incredible. I had never felt anything quite
like it. I pushed in slowly, meeting some resistance,
as her pussy expanded around my cock. She was wet with
passion and my cock continued to slide into her until
my body met hers. I was buried completely. I was doing
it. I was fucking. But it was no time for coherent
thoughts as primal urges took control of me.

We kissed as our bodies began moving. It was the
sweetest ecstasy, a mysterious bonding of beings and
bodies. Powerful forces coursed through our bodies and
jumped back and forth from body to body through our
joined loins. I seemed to be melting into the heat of
her pussy. The power and intensity of the urges
flooding me blanketed all thought processes. I was
fucking Brenda, and she was fucking me. 

The pressure built toward the climax. I tried to hold
it off but it was too powerful for my inexperience.
With a suddenness that was startling I felt the first
contraction and I emptied myself into her pussy. Spasm
after spasm wracked me as I fucked heedlessly into her
body, lost in an euphoric state. A last little spasm
finished me off and I collapsed onto her quivering
body. 

A quick thought flashed through my mind, I won't die a
virgin.

Afterward, we lay in quiet satiation listening to the
sounds of the enchanted evening. She said, "I want you
to come back. Remember this so you'll have something
to come back for."

"Oh God. I'll remember it always." 

I have.


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