A Babe in the Buff

I met Captain Roberts while in the United States Air Force, stationed on Guam. The Captain was a B-52 pilot and I was a radar operator in the control tower at Andersen Air Force Base. We both really loved the Buff's. That's what the crews call the B-52s, Buffs. Everything military seems to have an acronym and the B-52 Stratofortess' is Buffs, which stands for Big Ugly Fat Fuckers. With a Buff crew it's a term of endearment. When it came to heavy bombers, the B-52 was a tough bird to beat, until the B-1 came along. Then the B-2 Spirit showed up and the Buffs became ancient history.

Captain Roberts had been out on a routine training mission with her crew when they had a major mishap. They had been in the process of midair refueling along with two F-15 Eagle fighter planes when something happened with one of the F-15s and it suddenly turned into the starboard side of the B-52.

The F-15 tore a massive hole in the side of the B-52. As the F-15 Eagle fell away from the larger plane and started coming apart, the pilot punched out and floated safely down into the ocean, watching his plane burst into flames and crash into the warm waters of the Pacific.

The big Buff managed to stay pretty much together through the incident, but was heavily damaged. The crash had taken out most of its electronics, including all of its instrumentation and radar, and done a good job of roughing up her captain too. The copilot had to fight the big unruly beast fifty miles back to the airfield on Guam.

That's where I came into the picture, I was on duty in the tower at the time of the incident. I was fairly new in radar operations having finished my training only three months prior to the event and been assigned to Andersen AFB thirty days after completing my training.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I had to talk the copilot of the badly damaged Buff into the airfield. Actually talking him down to touchdown was the hard part, but I must have been doing a decent job because the tower commander stood watching over my shoulder and made everyone else keep their mouths shut until I got them safely on the ground. Then the whole place went nuts with yelling, screaming, and cheering. I kinda felt like some kinda hero the way the guys were cheering and congratulating me for a job well done. I told them it wasn't me, it was the crew of the Buff that deserved the credit.

The copilot finally had the monstrous bird safely shutdown at the far end of the long runway and it was surrounded by all description of emergency equipment. Over the radio, I heard the copilot's voice one more time, "Captain Roberts wishes to take you out for some serious drinking. The crew's buying. Over."

"Roger that," I replied. "I like the Captain's idea. And thank the crew for me. Over."

"No, this crew owes you. We're outta here. Over and out."

"Roger that, I can't say I as blame you. Over and out."

The drinking had to be put off for a while because Captain Roberts spent the next two weeks in the base hospital recovering from the various and assorted injuries received during the incident.

I stopped by the hospital to visit Captain Roberts after I got off duty the day the event occurred and went back every evening until the Captain got out. That was the beginning of a great friendship.

Captain Roberts is a real class act. Few pilots can handle a Buff as well, and even fewer would dispute that matter. Captain Roberts could make the huge ungainly beast do things it just wasn't designed to do. But the Captain didn't care, if the beast didn't know it wasn't supposed to be able to perform a particular maneuver, why on Earth should she tell it anything different. She would just let the beast do its thing.

Oh yes, I guess I forgot to mention the fact that Captain Roberts, that's Captain Rebecca Roberts, is a female. She's one of the few female Buff pilots in the air force. I might also add that she's a damn good lookin' lady too.

She had requested me as her onboard radar operator. I was very excited when I learned I had been transferred to that duty. Most Buff crews are a very tightknit group, but Becky made our crew even tighter. We were all damn proud of our big bird and just as proud of its captain.

Becky and I had been having an affair for seven or eight months when we got rotated back to the States together. Being back in the States, we decided we wanted to live together.

The Air Force would have taken a very dim view of this. They have this thing about officers not being able to fraternize with the enlisted personnel. It's kind of a silly-ass rule, but one they seem pretty intent on enforcing, especially when the fraternizer and the fratenizee both just happen to be of the same sex.

I guess I didn't mention that little detail either. Some things just don't seem so damn important to me, but they sure as hell can be to certain other people. The Air Force would have a very tough time confessing to the world that one of its best B-52 pilots is a female. But that would be nothing compared to having to admit that she is also a lesbian. Go figure.

Well anyway, by the time we returned to the States, I was a short timer with only twenty-five days to go. Becky and I had decided some time ago that I would not reenlist. We had hoped that by me mustering out of the Air Force, the fact that she was living with another woman might not come up, or at least, it might not seem so frigin' important.

We bought a fairly nice home off base and tried to lead a somewhat normal life together. I stayed home and did the housewife thing while Becky flew to God knows where in the Buff. Doesn't that just sound sexy as hell? But you know what I mean.

Whenever anyone on base would ask her about her home life she would just tell them she lived with a wonderful person named Freddie. Which wasn't a lie, because my name is Fredrica, but everyone calls me Freddie.

Life was beautiful for us. We had a nice home in the suburbs, she had her plane, I was pursuing my life long dream of becoming a writer, but best of all, we had each other. We delighted in each other's company and the sex was damn good too.

That all came to an abrupt end four months ago when the President decided it was time for the United States to go out and do a little ass kickin'. Some idiot over in the Middle East had kicked a little sand into someone else's face and the President wanted to teach them just how to really kick some sand around. And the war was on.

The funny thing about the B-52 is, their design is over fifty-years old, and most of them are either on their way to the bone yard or already there. But the minute someone tosses a stone at his neighbor, one of the first things the Air Force does is put the Buffs into the air. All soldiers love to see those big beasts overhead. It gives them a secure feeling just knowing the Big Ugly Fat Fuckers are up there.

Becky received her orders at the very beginning of the conflict and she was on her way. Where she was going, I can't say because she couldn't tell me anything. You understand, everything military is top secret and so hush-hush. But Becky was headed out of the States for an extended length of time and for the first time, I couldn't go with her.

I had made all kinds of plans for Becky's last night at home before shipping out, it was going to be the most memorable night of her life. She had to spend most of that day at the base making sure everything with her plane was ready for its long trip to who-knows-where. I knew she was headed for somewhere in the Middle East, but hell, that's a pretty damn big piece of real estate.

I spent the whole morning putting my plans into motion. The first thing I did was head out to the grocery store for some serious shopping. I needed everything required to prepare the lobster dinner I had decided to make for her. But I had to make a quick stopover at the mall to buy the sexiest negligee Victoria's Secret had to offer. Being as small as I am can sometimes present a problem when trying to find some nice clothes, especially sexy lingerie. It seems like smaller women just aren't supposed to look sexy, we usually have to go for the sweet innocent, this-is-my–first-time look. But Victoria's Secret came through for me as usual.

By the time Becky got home around 4:00 P.M. I had things all ready for her. She walked up to the front door and found a note addressed to her pinned to the door. In large red letters surrounded by little red hearts it read; "Enter at your own risk, top secret maneuvers now in progress."

I was peeking around the corner of the hallway when she cautiously stuck her head in the door, looking around, trying to determine just what kind of top secret maneuvers were taking place in her home.

The first thing she noticed out of the ordinary was the ice bucket sitting on the coffee table with the snapping flames of a small fire going in the fireplace as a background. It really wasn't cold enough for a fire, but it was a little on the cool side and I felt the fire added a nice romantic touch to the evening I had planned. Sticking out of the ice bucket was a bottle of fairly expensive white wine. Beside it sat two crystal wine glasses and a small platter containing several different kinds of cheese and crackers. This was one of Becky's favorite snacks. Snack hell, she could make a complete meal out of cheese and crackers as long as she had a decent wine to go with it. She loves the stuff.

A red satin sheet was spread out on the carpet like a picnic blanket between the coffee table and the fireplace. Soft music quietly floated from the stereo and the sweet aroma of vanilla drifted through the air from the two scented candles burning on the coffee table.

Becky carefully stepped into the house, not knowing what to expect next. After easing the door shut she quietly pulled off her shoes. I watched her first tiptoe into the dining room, sneak through the kitchen, and then into the den. She was attempting to sneak up on me. She figured I was back in the bedroom or bathroom getting ready for an evening of love and romance. But I was watching her every move. When she went into the kitchen, I had slipped from the hall, through the living room and was actually sneaking along behind her.

After she had slipped down the hall and sneaked her way into the bedroom, I hurried into the living room, laid down on the red satin sheet in front of the fireplace, arranged my negligee, and posed myself in the sexiest position I could think of and awaited her return.

I knew she had given up her secretive search for me when I heard the bedroom door being jerked open and her voice ring out down the hall. "Okay, you little hussy, where the hell are you hiding?"

I didn't say a word, I just waited for her to come storming down the hall. It didn't take long for her the checkout the main bathroom and spare bedroom before I heard her almost stomping down the hall toward the living room.

She came around the corner out of the hall and froze in her tracks when she saw me lying there waiting for her. "Oh sweet Jesus, I've died and gone to heaven," she smiled that big special smile only she possessed.

"If the Captain would care to rest a spell here at my side, I'm sure I could make it well worth her while," I purred in the sexiest voice I could come up with after practicing that line during almost two hours of driving this morning while shopping.

"The Captain would very much indeed like that," Becky replied, standing there staring at me.

I think she really liked the red silk see-through negligee I was almost wearing. It was so low cut that what little boobs I had were almost falling out of it. Its lace trim matched the red lace garter. Red, seamed stockings, and red satin spiked high heels finished off the ensemble. She must have really liked the way the little batch of black hair between my thighs showed through the negligee because she didn't seem to be able to pull her eyes away from there.

The negligee, the satin sheet, my nails, the stockings, the shoes, and my lipstick were all the same dark shade of red.

"Damn girl, you sure know how to get a lady's attention," Becky smiled.

"Well then, now that I have your undivided attention, why don't you lay down here beside me?" I asked, patting the sheet.

She eased herself down on the red sheet beside me and reached for me. I gave her hand a gentle smack. "Don't touch," I stopped her. "By the time you get to touch me tonight you'll be begging for mercy," I said.

"You think so, do ya, Short Stuff?" she teased.

"Oh, I'm quite certain as a matter of fact," I replied.

"You talk pretty tough for such a sexy little creature," Becky said.

"Size and rank are not what's important in this particular instance. It's the law of supply and demand. I have the supply to satisfy your demand, but I also possess the controlling interest in that supply. So if you don't first meet my demands, you don't get any supplies," I grinned up at her.

"Oh yeah, Little Bits? And just suppose I decide to take the supplies I want?" she grinned right back at me.

"In that case you would be forced to settle for supplies of a lesser quality, because only I know how to get to the really good stuff," I replied.

"Well, I guess I better play this your way then," she surrendered. "I wouldn't wanna miss out on the really good stuff, as you call it."

"I thought you'd see things my way," I said, raising up to pour us each a glass of wine. "Relax with this first," I said handing her a glass.

"That's certainly not a problem," she said and the wine disappeared in one quick gulp. "What's next?"

I refilled her glass, "I think you missed my point, I said relax with the wine, I didn't say anything about raping it."

"Oh, sorry, my mistake," she said and took a more lady-like sip of the wine.

"I'm sure you're gonna wanna stay sober tonight. You're gonna miss a lot if you don't," I said. "Tonight is your night, and I promise you it'll be a night that'll last you until you get back home."

"You make this sound mighty interesting," she teased.

"I need you to do one small favor for me first," I said. "I'm so upset with the Air Force right now I can't stand to see you in that uniform. Go back to the bedroom and get outta that damn thing and slip into what I left on the bed for you."

"Anything you say, Short Cake," she smiled. "I'll be right back. Don't you try to slip away while I'm gone."

"I'll be right here," I said, gliding my tongue over my upper lip.

"Damn, it gives me cold chills very time I see you do that," she gasped.

"I know," I grinned. "Now, go do as I asked."

Becky hurried off down the hall. A few minutes later, I heard her calling from the bedroom. "Hey, Little Bits, there's nothing on the bed for me to wear."

"I know," I replied, "and that's exactly what I want you to wear tonight, nothing. Now, get your beautiful, naked butt back in here."

She came around the corner and leaned against the wall. "So, this is the outfit you had planned for me to wear tonight?" she asked looking down at her gorgeous nude body.

"Yes, Ma'am, that's the one," I smiled, having a tough time pulling my eyes away from her long, slender sexy legs. Then she pulled her shoulders back a little and stuck her chest out a bit. Now I had no problem getting my eyes off her legs, her large firm breasts were so gorgeous I just stared for a moment. "Are you gonna just stand there all night looking sexy or are you gonna come over here and get what's coming to you?" I asked.

"I was waiting for you to stop drooling first," she replied, stepping over to my little red satin picnic blanket.

"That could be a long wait," I said grabbing both of her ankles as she stepped onto the sheet and slowly kissing the tops of her pretty feet and working my way to her ankles, showering her feet with tiny kisses. I worked my way up the front of her legs until I reached her knees, there I lingered.

"Turn around please," I softly requested. After she turned around I started covering her shapely calves with kisses and tracing little circles over them with the tip of my tongue. She started to shake a little and finally let out a soft moan as my tongue danced its way across the backs of her knees where the curve of her calves met the long taper of her marvelous thighs. I can always make her moan just by kissing the backs of her knees, it drives her crazy if I keep it up and that's exactly what I did. I didn't stop kissing her there until I got worried her legs were going to give out on her.

I raised up on my knees and tenderly kissed each of her gorgeous round firm butt cheeks. I gave her a good smack with the palm of my hand across one of the beautiful globes I had just been kissing and bark, "Okay, Sister, plant it on the floor. I have some serious loving to do and I can't get it done if you're gonna keep standing around all night!"

She jumped when I smacked her butt. It wasn't a hard smack, we're not into that type of thing. It was just enough to take her by surprise and jar her out of the little trance I had her in.

She grabbed her behind with both hands, "Oh, you little brat. You're gonna pay for that," she tried to sound serious, but her little giggle gave her away. And she wasted no time in sitting down beside me.

We paused for a few minutes to take a sip of wine and for me to hand feed her a couple pieces of cheese. In the process of feeding her, I had slowly and carefully worked my way onto her lap and was sitting astraddle of her thighs, facing her.

After she had taken another sip of wine, I took her glass from her hand, leaned forward and sat it on the coffee table. As I did, she tried to nip at one of my breasts. I grabbed her face between both of my hands and looked into her light-blue eyes. "I told you, don't touch, and I mean it. I will tell you when it's okay to touch me. But until then, just keep your hot little hands to yourself," I stated.

"That wasn't my hand," she grinned.

"Well, keep your mouth to yourself too. This is my show, I'm the star and you're just a bit-part player with only a few lines. They're very easy to remember, it's just a few groans and a lot of moans. You think you can handle that?" I asked.

"I'm not real sure, I'm not much of an actress, but I'll give it my best shot," she replied.

"Okay, but I think you might need to practice your lines a little bit before we get down to the serious performance," I teased, taking one of her breasts in each of my small hands. "Here comes the part where you have your first line," I said as I pinched her nipples.

She moaned a little and her head went back a bit.

"I can see you're gonna need a lot more practice. Now here's your motivation," I said and circled one of her swollen nipples with my tongue. Her moans got better when I gently bit down on it. She gasped when I sucked it deep into my mouth. I released it and leaned back a little to look at her. "There now, I think you're getting the hang of it," I smiled.

She reached out, grabbed my face, pulled it to hers and kissed me. My lips separated for her tongue as it snaked its way into my month. My tongue met hers and fought diligently in defense of my month, but it was quickly subdued and overran as her delicious tongue did a victory dance all over my eager mouth.

I fought hard to regain control of the situation, but I was losing ground fast. Before I realized it, her hands were all over me. I slid down enough to suck one of her hard brown nipples between my lips. But she continued to massage my breasts. Things weren't going according to plan, I had wanted to give her a night to remember. I wanted to do everything I could think of for her and to her tonight.

I decided a more direct, frontal attack was called for if I wanted back in control. I slid my hands down the sharp curve of her slim waist as it turns outward to join her full round hips. God, what a wonderful figure my Becky has, kept shooting through my mind. I finally managed to work my hand between us and down over her flat stomach. She moaned a little when my fingers played through the blonde curls crowning her womanhood. She gasped deeply as my finger slid between her thighs and found her clit. After only a few strokes of that finger, I had her back under my control, under my spell. Her head laid back, her eyes closed, her hands dropped to her sides, and she just sat there quietly moaning from the pleasure I was giving her.

I eased my body down her legs and gently wiggled my way between them, forcing them apart as I did so. But still working her clit over with that one little loving finger.

"Oh God! Fuck me in the ear!" Becky's favorite line of expression when something takes her by surprise, flew from her mouth when I suddenly replaced the finger on her clit with my hot, wet tongue.

Okay, I thought to myself, now the party can begin, I'm back in control. Then I was taken by surprise when my tongue suddenly detected a strange new taste I had never experienced before. And believe me, my tongue has been in this particular spot on numerous occasions, but never had it found this peculiar taste down here before.

Becky had bumped a glass of wine when she threw her head back. She had tried to grab the half full glass, but in the process had fumbled it and spelt it over her stomach. The wine was running down between her legs, trickling through the forest of blonde hair, it found its way to my tongue. Once I figured out what it was, it made me lick all that much harder and faster. To spill wine is alcohol abuse. So, I had to lick like lightening to keep the precious wine from reaching the floor.

After accomplishing that Herculean task, I looked up at Becky's face. I couldn't resist it, "Got any cheese to go with that wine?" I asked.

Becky was gasping from two things now; my hot tongue lashing against her clit, and the surprise of the cold wine suddenly running like little brooks over her stomach. She was too far gone to appreciate my little joke. It was time, she was ready, passed ready in fact. I drove my tongue as deep into her as I could. Her hips shot up from the satin sheet, allowing my tongue to delve even deeper. My nose was now rubbing against her hard clit. I grabbed one of the sofa pillows we had been using on the floor and shoved it under her sweet behind. Now she would stay at the prefect angle for the unyielding onslaught of the scorching tongue that was ravaging her at the moment.

Suddenly, her body went rigid and trembled a little before it started shaking almost violently. She erupted like an angry volcano. I may have done a good job of keeping up with the spilt wine, but try as I may, I couldn't began to keep up with this flood. And it didn't stop, nor did her quaking subside until I slowly lowered her back to Earth.

She sat there, collapsed against the coffee table, her arms at her sides, her mouth still open. Her body, which had been as stiff as a wedding dick only moments earlier, now lay limp as a rain-soaked hairdo.

I laid there, tenderly kissing the insides of her thighs for a few minutes before I raised up enough to speak to her. "How's my Amazon woman feeling now?"

It took her a few moments to gather enough energy to answer. "Fantastic, except now when I die, I know I'll be going to hell because I've already been to heaven," she mumbled.

"Oh no, not yet you haven't, but I promise you will before tonight is over," I replied, dropping back down on her and starting all over again.

"Oh shit, Freddie! You're gonna kill me!" she cried.

"I'm gonna give you a licking within an inch of your life," I said, and buried my face deep into her again.

After her third massive orgasm, I decided to go easy on her and let her sleep while I prepared the feast of Surf and Turf I had planned for her.

She had tried several times to touch me or anything else she had thought she could get away with to include me in the physical side of the pleasure that was being doled out. But I continued to resist her attempts and force her to lay there, taking the licking I was administering to her. I was making sure tonight was a night of absolute pleasure for her. I wanted to give her enough to think about the entire time she was gone. I wanted her to be in a hurry to come back home. Besides, by that time, she really didn't have enough strength left to force anything on me; I made sure of that.

I got up from the floor and helped her to lay all the way down, which wasn't an easy task because she is so much larger than I am. After getting her laid down, I picked up the pillow I had placed under her and put it under her head. I had to turn it over because one side of it was soaked from her eruption. I covered her up with the afghan from the back of the sofa. She looked to be at peace with the world laying there now and absolutely gorgeous.

I let her sleep for two hours before waking her for supper. But after wrapping the afghan around her shoulders, I still had to help her to the dining room, her legs were still a little wobbly.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw the table spread before her. I had roses and candle light for her. On her plate was a two-inch thick filet mignon and a nice big lobster tail.

"Oh my gosh, Freddie," she snapped to, "you musta spent all day on this! It looks fantastic!"

"It should taste pretty good too, I followed the exact instructions from the guy at the seafood place," I said, feeling very pleased with the reaction she had displayed about it.

She took a bite of the lobster. "Ummm, this is absolutely delicious!" she gave a me big smile of approval.

"No, what I had a coupla hours ago was delicious, but this is pretty good too I guess," I said with my best sexy grin.

"You're so bad," she teased.

"Yeah, I know. Don't ya just love it?" I replied.

"I'm not so sure anymore," she said. "I'm beginning to think you might be a little bit dangerous. You almost put me into a coma a while ago," she said, her eyebrows cocked a little. "You might be an enemy spy trying to keep an American pilot grounded from exhaustion."

"If I thought that would work, I wouldn't let you up for a solid month," I smiled.

She shivered slightly and giggled as a cold chill raced up and down her spine. "Wow, that really sounds like fun."

"What are you talking about? A while ago, I almost put you in a coma in thirty minutes. And now you're thinking about thirty days of it?" I joked.

"Hey, I didn't say anything about staying conscious the whole time. I just said it sounded like fun," she smiled.

"That's what I figured. What an amateur!" I teased.

"I guess I should go put on some clothes," she said.

"No, you're fine just like you are," I replied,

"I feel rather, let's say, exposed," she grinned.

"Yep, that was my plan. I think you look simply divine sitting there in the candle light like that," I said.

"Yeah, but…" she started.

I cut her off. "Yeah, but nothing. One more word outta you about getting dressed and you'll lose the afghan too."

"But, Freddie…" she said.

"That's it," I barked, getting up and walking around the table. I grabbed the afghan from around her shoulders. "Raise up," I ordered, snatching the afghan out from under her and tossing it onto another chair. "I warned ya," I said, sitting back down.

"Oops," was all she said with her coy little grin on her beautiful face.

We enjoyed the rest of the meal with our usual chit-chat, both of us avoided the issue of her having to leave for so long. Neither of us were very happy with the situation, but there was nothing we could do about it. Every few minutes throughout the rest of dinner, I made some sort of remark about her breasts or her nipples, just to make sure she remained aware of the fact she was sitting at the dinner table completely nude. It also kept her very conscious of her naked breasts and her nipples standing hard and proud all through dinner. I do have to admit this lovely vision had me squirming in my seat a little. I must have dropped something on the floor five or six times just to have an excuse to gaze at her under the table.

After dinner I sent her to the living room while I took care of a few things in the kitchen. Ten minutes later I joined her on the satin picnic sheet after placing an open bottle of champagne, two champagne glasses, and two dishes of her favorite dessert, homemade Peach Cobbler with vanilla ice cream, on the coffee table.

Any other night, such a repast would have earned me several nights of the most wondrous sexual delights one could possibly imagine. But tonight, the sexual delights were all going to be bestowed upon my Becky. Sure, I would enjoy it too, but she was to be the main recipient of the pleasure. Becky didn't have to report for duty until 1800 hours; that's 6:00 P.M. for the non-military types, so I had all night to blow her mind. And that's just what I did.

By 2:00 A.M. my Becky lay totally exhausted on the floor, enjoying the warm afterglow of her umpteenth orgasm, several of which had been soul-shaking, earth-quaking, near-fire-belching monsters. It was time to put her gorgeous, worn-out ass to bed.

I let her lay there on the floor resting while I put away, well, threw away the two empty champagne bottles and put the glasses and dishes in the kitchen sink. They would have to wait until morning to get washed, I still had plans for my Becky.

When I returned from my kitchen chores, she looked so damn delicious laying there with her legs still spread and the pillow under her behind. I almost jumped her bones again, but decided the bed would be a better place to resume the tongue lashing I had been administering to her. If she wasn't sore tomorrow morning it wasn't because I didn't put forth my best effort. Hell, my tongue will probably be so swollen, I won't be able to talk for days. But that was okay, my Becky's worth it.

She finally had taken all she could tolerate and passed out around 3:30 A.M. When she awoke at 9:15 A.M. I was lying on top of her asleep, our legs entwined, and my mouth still clinging to one of her breasts.

We spent the rest of that day making slow, gentle, caring, love to each other and telling one another how much we loved each other. We only stopped long enough to eat the brunch I made for her. I didn't eat very much, I couldn't. I was working too hard at keeping my tears under control. I couldn't let Becky see me crying because that wasn't the picture of me I wanted her to carry in her mind while she was gone.

I don't know how she ever managed to come up with enough energy to get ready to go, but I bet her copilot had to fly the first leg of the journey. Captain Roberts was going to be needing some sleep, alone.

I can't say that the possibility of a long term separation because of the Air Force hadn't crossed our minds. We had even made all these plans about how we would deal with it should it happen. But when the time actually arrived, neither Becky nor I were prepared for the hurt that being separated for God only knows how long would inflict.

Becky had arranged for a car to pick her up the day of her departure because, naturally, I couldn't drive her to the base. Watching her walk down our sidewalk and get into the car waiting out front and not being able to go to the base with her or even to walk her to the car, was one of the most horrible things I have ever experienced. We couldn't let the driver know Captain Rebecca Roberts was living with a woman. I was stuck right where I was, just inside the front door of our happy little home, watching her walk away, possibly the last time I would ever see her.

I looked out the window, watching where the car had gone out of sight for the longest time. Then I collapsed on the couch and cried my eyes out until the wee hours of the next morning. I just felt something was wrong. I honestly felt like I was never going to see my Becky again. I was horrified.

I had horrendous nightmares every night for the next six weeks. I kept seeing air craft being hit by guided missiles, others being shot down in dog fights, and still others crashing into the desert and into mountainsides.

I spent a lot of time watching TV. I watched every ounce of news concerning the new war. Every time they showed a Buff on TV, I would cry and wonder if perhaps that was my Becky's bird. I spent a lot of time praying too. Praying harder than I had ever prayed before. "Dear God, please bring my Becky back home safely to me. Please, God, please."

The pillow from the sofa had become my constant companion. It still had the scent of her perfume and the scent of her sex on it. I carried it with me everywhere I went in the house. I snuggled it close to me at night as I slept.

Two weeks ago a Buff crashed in the desert returning from a mission. The fate of the crew was unknown and of course, no names were given.

Standing within inches of the TV screen, my heart sank as I listened to the horrible report. The more facts that came in the worse I felt. I was about to go nuts. My heart raced. Sweat poured from me. I couldn't get my breath. My knees got weak and I sank to the floor in front of the TV.

"Oh God, please don't let that by Becky's plane," I begged.

I spent the next three days, glued to the TV, hugging the pillow, waiting, watching, praying, crying, rushing to the bathroom to throw up what little food I did manage to get down. I wasn't at all hungry but kept forcing myself to eat a little.

The agony I had gone through over that three days was nothing compared to how I felt when I answered a knock at the door and found two Air Force officers stand there.

"Oh God, no, no, no!" I cried before they even had a chance to speak. I knew what they had come to tell me; my Becky was dead, my whole world had just been destroyed.

I must have passed out because the next thing I realized I was lying on the couch with both officers standing over me.

"Here, drink a little of this," the Major said, handing me a glass of water. "Are you okay?"

"I don't think I'll ever be okay," I started crying again.

"Can we to speak to Captain Roberts' fiancee," the Colonel asked.

I looked him in the eye. This was the decisive moment. Besides, what the hell did it matter now? "There is no fiancee per say," I replied.

"We understood she lives with someone," the Major said.

"She does, me!"

"We understood she lives with a man named Fred."

"She lives with someone named Fred all right , but it isn't a man. It's me. I'm Fredrica, everyone calls me Freddie or Fred," I replied, watching his face for any reaction.

They stood there for a few moments saying nothing, stepping to a corner of the room they talked between themselves.

Finally the Colonel said, "We need to talk to the Captain's next of kin."

"I am as close to her next of kin as you're gonna get for Christ sake. Can't you see what was going on here? She is my significant other. We live together as a couple. Now someone better start talkin' and tell me what the hell's going on. I can't take much more," I yelled, bursting into tears again.

"Relax, Ma'am," the Major said. "I'm sorry, we didn't know, but we do need to speak to her family."

"God dammit, I am her family! Can't you understand that?" I screamed. "Tell me what's going on! Please!" I begged.

"Okay, here's all we know at the moment," the Colonel spoke up. "Her plane went down in the desert after a run." Now terror was really sitting in, I was hearing it right from the horse's mouth. "We found the wreckage, but the crew wasn't there."

"She's still alive?" I asked, holding my breath.

"We don't know what to say at this time. We're still searching for them. We felt the families should know we're doing everything possible to find them," the Colonel said.

Not knowing what to say at that point, I just stood there.

"We also want to apologize for the misunderstanding about who she lives with," the Major added, walking toward the door. We'll keep you advised of any details as we get them."

"Thank you. Can you do me a favor and not mention to anyone that Becky is gay? If she's gone she deserves the honor and dignity of a United States Air Force pilot. Don't let her good name be tarnished because of me," I nearly begged.

"Freddie, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about," the Colonel replied. "Captain Rebecca Roberts is one of the finest officers and best pilots I have ever had the honor to serve with. If she has perished, it was in war and she shall be treated with full honors. But, let's keep up the hope that this entire conversation was a waste of everybody's time."

"Thank you, Sir. Believe me, I'll be praying like nobody has ever prayed before," I assured them and bid them goodbye.

I spent the next six days in absolute despair, but continued to hope, to pray, to beg for her return. I wouldn't get more than a few feet away from the telephone, afraid they might call with news and I would miss the call. I carried the phone around with me anywhere it would reach in the house. Going outside for any reason was out of the question. Every time it rang, my heart would shoot to the very upper edge of my throat.

Finally, after six days of not knowing anything, I got a call. I had the phone sitting beside me on the floor in front of the TV. "Hello," I answered after I managed to get my heart back down into my chest where it belonged. My hands started trembling, tears welled up in my eyes and flooded down my face. I couldn't hold on to the phone any longer and dropped it to the floor as I wailed away with cries of wonderful joy. It was my Becky! My Becky was still alive!

"Oh God, it's so wonderful to hear your voice!" I cried into the phone receiver that still lay on the floor. "I've been a complete mess since you left, and an absolute wreck for the last week! Where are you, Baby? I'll come get you right now!" I couldn't shut up, I was far too excited and total joy was raging through my poor, sick body. "Hold on a second," I screamed at the phone, running to the bathroom. The excitement was too much for the small amount of food on my stomach; I had to race to beat it to the bathroom.

"Are you okay, Honey?" Becky asked hearing me fumbling with the phone to get a good enough grip on it to pick it back up when I came back out of the bathroom.

"Am I okay? Are you crazy? I'm fuckin' fantastic right now!" I yelled. "I've been so scared, so worried about you!"

"Well, you can stop worrying, I'm fine. I should be home in a few days. There's a coupla things I still have to take care of on this end. Then they should have me on a plane and I'll be winging my way back to you, Babe."

"I can't believe this! I am so relieved," I babbled on through my tears. "Please come home right now. I can't wait to hold you on my arms again."

"Like I said, 'I should be home in a few days.' I'm not at liberty to tell you just where I am over the phone. But rest assured I'm safe now. I gonna run, Honey, I was only allowed a few minutes on this phone. I love you, Freddie."

"I love you too, Becky. Please hurry."

"I will as much as I can, but you know the Air Force. Bye, Honey," Becky said and the phone went dead.

I spent the rest of that day and night crying and hugging her pillow. But this time the crying was from overwhelming joy and relief. As soon as I got out of bed late the next day, I started making all kinds of preparations for Becky's homecoming. You know, planning the first home cooked meal she's had in months and things like that.

There were a lot of other very important matters requiring my attention, like what outfit would Becky most like to see me in when she first arrived. Yeah, I know, in the buff would be her first choice, but I'm fairly certain someone will be bringing her home from the base after she arrives there, so a little discretion is required in this particular instance. But I was just as certain the clothes I would be wearing when she arrived wouldn't last very damn long once she got home.

I spent most of the day cleaning the house. I have to admit, since she's been gone, I haven't been in much of a mood to keep our little home as clean as it should be, especially over the last week. But the floors should already be pretty clean, all the tears I've shed over the last week shoulda flushed the place out pretty well. I found it amazing how much tears the human body can produce when it wants to. The Kleenex company has made a small fortune off of me the last few months. Every time I went to the store, it was corn flakes, milk, and Kleenex. Thank God for good ol' corn flakes or I probably would've starved to death last week. But you really do need the milk on them. I tried the first few bowls with just tear soaked corn flakes, they really suck like that.

By the morning of the sixth day after Becky's call, I was getting pretty antsy, when an Air Force car pulled up in front of the house at 7:00 A.M. I tried to contain my excitement and act like a lady, but it didn't work. Still in my bathrobe, I stepped out the front door and immediately broke into a full-speed sprint down the sidewalk. I was just too anxious to hold Becky again. That sidewalk had never seemed so long before, but right then, it looked long enough for Becky to land her B-52 on.

The driver had stepped out of the car and was coming around to open the rear door, but Becky didn't wait for him, she had seen me racing toward the car. The back door flew open and Becky shot out of it like the car was on fire. But it wasn't the car being on fire she was thinking of right then, it was the fire raging in her heart that counted.

She nearly tackled me halfway down the sidewalk. The young driver turned his back toward us and stood at attention as we embraced. That first kiss was warm, passionate and prolonged. My legs left the ground and wrapped around her waist as she stood up straight.

When our lips parted, I glanced in the driver's direction. "I think we just embarrassed your driver," I said, trembling with excitement.

"That's his problem, not ours," Becky said, setting me back on the sidewalk. "At ease, Corporal."

He turned toward us. "Where would the Captain wish me to take her bags?" he asked, opening the trunk.

"Just sit them there on the sidewalk. I'll get them in a few minutes. Thanks for the ride, Corporal."

"Begging the Captain's pardon, Sir, but it is my duty and privilege to carry the Captain's bags into her home anywhere she wishes them to be placed," he said with a snappy salute.

"Then by all means, Corporal, perform your duty and sit them in the living room," Becky replied, returning his salute.

Without any further words, Becky's bags were carried into the house. The driver started toward the door to leave. "Ah, Captain, may I say it was an honor driving you home today?"

"Thank you, Corporal," Becky replied. "And I trust that no mention of what you just saw will be made to anyone?"

"Begging the Captain's pardon again, Sir, but the sun was glaring in my eyes, I saw nothing after you got out of the car."

"Thank you, Corporal. Have a nice day," Becky smiled at the young corporal as he left.

The driver couldn't have even made it to his car before Becky was kissing me again and had her hands inside my bathrobe. He might have gotten the car started before my robe hit the floor after she peeled it over my shoulders, but I doubt it.

Physically, Becky is a big woman, nearly six-feet tall, with long, strong arms. She scooped me off my feet and hurriedly carried me to the bedroom like I was a new bride and she was fixing to consummate the marriage. I was hoping that was what she had in mind, I know it was foremost in mine.

I'm barely over five-feet tall and weigh less than a hundred pounds, so Becky can pretty much toss me around anyway she wants too. "It's sure nice to have my Amazon woman back," I snuggled my face into the curve of her neck. God, she sure smelled fantastic!

She laid my nude body on the bed and started taking her uniform off. She looked sharp in her uniform. But when she had on her tight-fitting flight suit it was downright sexy the way her curves filled it out. But standing there nude, shaking out the long blonde hair she had just unpinned, she was absolutely gorgeous.

We made beautiful love until well into the late afternoon, Becky repaid me for the night she had experienced the last night before she had left. Exhausted, relieved, and happy, we were asleep in each other's arms again, at last.

Note of Interest

When Becky's plane had gone down in the desert, she and her crew had been unharmed. They had been held captive for several days by three enemy sympathizers. When one of their captors decided to get fresh with Captain Roberts, it really pissed her crewmen off and they went berserk, quickly overpowering and killing their captors. A brief radio message had a half a dozen Marine helicopters on the scene in less than thirty minutes. The rest is history as the saying goes.