Missy Goes to West Point

by P. G. Allison

  He’d learned, though, that by pausing and backing off just a bit, her body would become wracked with need and desire and suddenly require that much more stimulation just to return to that point. Playing with her was like performing on a finely tuned instrument, and he’d become an expert. He used that expertise now to drive her completely crazy, bringing her to new places, new pleasure plateaus where he’d linger. The more she wanted to come, the more he’d tease. He’d bring her so tantalizingly close and then do something, anything to keep her just on that edge but unable to reach that incredible release. Blowing softly on her tender places would often cause her to squirm and gasp but, each time, force her body to begin yet again on another upward climb.

  Mike knew how close he’d brought Missy to reaching her ultimate place, beyond which she couldn’t bear more pleasure, and each time he’d backed away. Four times he did this and as he was getting her there for the fifth time, he decided to let her take control. He stopped completely and flipped over on his back, next to her, while raising her hips high above. After positioning her wet entrance over the head of his hard shaft, he slowly lowered her down. Once he’d penetrated deeply inside her, he released her hips and brought his hands up to squeeze her breasts.

  Missy felt herself being filled and as Mike relaxed his firm control, she at last was able to move. Now she was in control and there would be no stopping, no backing away. She began to ride him, slowly at first, feeling the pressure and fullness and delicious sensations from each movement. Then, once again sensing her approaching release, she increased her pace until she was thrusting so hard and so fast that nothing else mattered. She could only focus on those wonderful sensations and the anticipation of that final explosion. When her orgasm began, her bucking became that much more violent and she screamed. This time, her build up had been so intense she was completely out of control. She yelled and cried and screamed once more, oblivious to everything else. And, her convulsions continued to wrack her entire body, again and again. She was completely engulfed by waves of the most wonderful and amazing feelings, beyond any she’d ever known before, and this lasted for close to two minutes.

  Mike’s orgasm happened somewhere in the middle of all that, with the delicious sensations from his seed pulsing inside her just adding to everything else. She was boneless, completely spent. All her energy was gone. And, there had been so much energy being released that Mike had even groaned. She’d been unbelievable this time and he’d experienced things he’d never known before and had no way of relating to or describing. When she finally subsided, he was surprised the bed was still under them and hadn’t somehow been obliterated.

  He stayed firmly inside her for a long time, only gradually becoming flaccid, and noticed with deep satisfaction all the quivers and little movements her body continued to make, signaling how thoroughly she’d been satisfied by all their lovemaking. Once again, he realized she was off in never-never land, no longer conscious. She was, however, supremely happy and satiated. Her limp body now felt so good, just lying on top of his body. He knew he’d never get tired of having her be like that, so completely his. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, marveling at all the ways she made him love her.

  A long time later, perhaps a half an hour or so, Missy finally stirred. Wow. Now she felt good. By expending all her energy in such a total way, giving all and everything, her body recuperated and replenished itself with even greater reserves of energy. She awoke, still spread-eagled on top of Mike, fully recharged. Her lovemaking with Mike continued to amaze her as each time, she felt more and more empowered. He was somehow her source for energy and, after going crazy this time, she’d now been supercharged. She crawled up to where she could bring her lips to his and began kissing him, slowly and lovingly. Her passion was spent but her energy, what she believed was her essence, had been fully restored and this time, perhaps with an added measure.

  Mike of course began kissing her back and, not really any surprise considering she was lying there naked, rubbing herself on top of him, his erection was quickly obvious. Awareness of his arousal was all she needed to once again become wet and ready. She rolled over and invited him to mount her. As he slipped inside her once again she wrapped her legs around him, firmly holding him while she tilted her pelvis to meet his thrusts. Mike placed his huge hands on her breasts and that excited and aroused her even more. Soon, they were rocking in a wonderful rhythm that went on for several minutes. No rush this time and no teasing either. Just a long, slow buildup that inevitably brought them both to another climax, first his and then hers.

  But, now she was fully awake and her body felt great in every way. She climbed out from under Mike and laughed. “I’m taking the first shower. You need to pull back the covers to air out the sheets underneath, since we really made a mess. And, open the door out to that balcony, so the scent of all the sex we’ve enjoyed having will fade. My sensitive nose is overwhelmed right now with what we’ve done here.”

  The room was Mike’s but since he wasn’t going to have any visitors he wasn’t all that concerned. He did pull back the covers and opened the balcony door and decided that was adequate. He followed her, climbing into the shower to join her. He rubbed her body with his soapy hands and got a kick out of how much she enjoyed his doing that. Then, they both rinsed off and got out. Twenty minutes later, freshly scrubbed and with Missy back in her uniform once again, they took the elevator down to join the others. They’d been gone just over two hours but, for Missy, it was like she’d been on vacation for a month. She felt really, really good.

  Sometimes, being sexually satiated was such a wonderful experience.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Aug 2018

  Missy settled in to the new routine with her life as a plebe and her focus now more on academics. Each morning there were chores to perform, such as delivering newspapers or laundry to the upperclassmen rooms. And, it was required that plebes memorize the next three meals which they’d be asked to recite constantly by the upperclass cadets. They also must know the exact time until the next meal. Missy had no problem with either of these since meals were always her favorite parts of the day and she still marked time from one meal to the next.

  There was a great deal of required knowledge for a plebe. Each week, additional facts needed to be learned and any time they messed up, when tested by upperclass cadets, they earned demerits. This required knowledge was called “poop” and the list of poop went on and on. There was the Code of Conduct, General Orders, ranks and insignia, the location and significance of every monument at West Point, dozens of songs and lots more Army and West Point trivia. Testing plebes was the favorite past time for upperclass cadets, their single most enjoyable task.

  Once a plebe accumulated enough demerits, the punishment was to spend what otherwise would have been free time doing walking tours. They’d walk for hours at a time on Saturday afternoons in full uniform and carrying their M14 parade rifles on their shoulder, walking back and forth in the Central Area.

  There were still the morning exercises and runs, which Missy loved. And, she was playing on the women’s varsity soccer team, the Black Knights. Her skill in both scoring goals as striker and in making assists was quickly noted by her coach, Kristen Cassalia. Kristen was a civilian, totally focused on soccer, and it was refreshing for Missy to interact with her. She, in turn, was excited about Missy. She’d researched Missy’s high school soccer background and knew Missy had been a big part of her team’s winning the state championship the year before. When she observed Missy out on the practice field and saw what a strong player Missy truly was, she was thrilled.

  Then, there were the inspections. Cadet uniforms always had to be perfect and so did their rooms. Or, more demerits. Being able to depend on one another was important for every roommate. Missy’s roommates soon learned they could always count on her. She sometimes would ask them to step outside their room for a few minutes and then she’d move with accelerated speed, putting everyone’s t
hings in perfect order. This, more than anything, helped her win their trust.

  She indeed had earned herself a reputation during Beast Training and not everyone knew just what they could expect from her. Some worried she was only out for herself at the expense of others. Thus, when Sharon and Kelsey first met Missy, they were worried. And, because of the body fat incident stories which continued being updated each time Missy went back for a body fat test, they wondered if they’d be targeted along with Missy by upperclass cadets. Missy’s boldness, which she’d somehow gotten away with so far, was definitely not anything they wanted any part of. They’d heard how she’d definitely made some enemies. Cadets King and Quigby made no secret about how much they disliked her. They both had lost face and been badly criticized, which they blamed on Missy.

  Sharon Manton was a tall girl, five eleven, and a good athlete. She’d been a star basketball player in high school and had no problem with athletic requirements. She was slender with small breasts but that had not affected her self image. She’d been a tomboy for many years and then, suddenly, her easy manner with guys had worked very well as they all finally caught up to her in height and began asking her out on dates. She’d found a really great guy that she’d been dating for over a year and he was absolutely crazy about her. She had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes and was attractive. Not beautiful and not pretty but attractive in her own way, nonetheless.

  Kelsey Powers was blond with brown eyes and a round, pretty face. But, she was always struggling to keep her weight down. She was five four and not really athletic; she still hadn’t passed the APFT. Her hips were broad and she had huge boobs. Keeping her uniform properly squared away was almost impossible. She truly was always busting out somewhere and had accumulated many demerits already because of that. Boys had been coming on to her for years but she still was insecure and unsure of herself. The upperclass cadets terrified her. But, she was determined to get through West Point and had been second in her high school class academically. She came from a large family who could not afford college tuition and this was her big opportunity.

  Missy had hardly spent any time getting to know her new roommates prior to Acceptance Day weekend, with everyone scrambling and adjusting to all the changes and getting ready to finally get away for a few hours each day with their families. That Sunday, when she’d returned from another wonderful time which had again included lovemaking with Mike, she’d been both refreshed and exhausted. And, there’d been a lot of preparation necessary for the next day. She’d focused on her homework and her roommates had both done the same. They’d have time for getting to know one another later.

  Then, over the next week, Missy’s happiness had been contagious. She made no secret about why: sex with Mike had really helped her, even more than seeing her family. She knew by their scents that Sharon had also had sex with her boyfriend but that Kelsey had not been with anyone. Neither of them talked about it so Missy didn’t press. And, she didn’t make either of them jealous of her and Mike. She kept all details of their lovemaking very private and simply acknowledged that she had a boyfriend who completed her. She considered herself extremely blessed to have him and since he was such a huge part of her, fulfilling her needs in ways she truly could never explain, she simply could not hide how important he was. She sincerely wished they’d each find their own soulmate someday.

  She was good at everything and as she continued each day to help her roommates, making sure their uniforms were squared away and taking care of their room so it was always ready for inspection, both Sharon and Kelsey began to relax. As they realized Missy was truly looking out for them, all their earlier concerns and worries rapidly disappeared. They noticed that Missy had an awful lot of loyal friends and they no longer worried about being targeted. If anything, they learned Missy had a way of intimidating others. She’d made it very clear to everyone. They could target Missy but they’d better not mess with any of Missy’s friends or roommates.

  Missy not only had a lot of friends in her own plebe class but she was getting many upperclass friends as well. Her being selected to play first string on the soccer team was only one of the reasons. She had also been invited to try out for the Combat Weapons Team, due to her winning top shot during Beast Training. Since the team fired both the M4 rifle and the M9 pistol, she’d been brought out to the pistol range for some training with that weapon by some enthusiastic upperclass cadets. She’d done extremely well and was sure to be selected at the team tryouts as a candidate for the team. Tryouts would be just prior to the Labor Day weekend. Her new cadet friends were highly optimistic she’d then prove herself during the follow on three week assessment and evaluation period.

  Since Missy was such a promising athlete, potentially helping West Point teams compete and win, it was only natural that many upperclass cadets were interested in her. That in turn helped Missy avoid being targeted since no one wanted to interfere with what might bring honor to the academy. Cadets King and Quigby had quickly found themselves in a very small group. Only those other cadets who resented women being at West Point were willing to side with them.

  Missy approached Kelsey about a week after Acceptance Day when the three of them were sitting around their room, finally actually able to enjoy a bit of free time. She knew how worried Kelsey was about passing the next APFT. “Hey, Kelsey, which part of that test do you have the most trouble with?”

  Kelsey said, “All three parts, but probably running is what I find the most difficult. Maybe if I could run faster and lose some weight, my scores in pushups and sit-ups might improve. I wish I could just give you some of my body fat, Missy.” She’d heard how Missy supposedly had gained a couple pounds and was up to eleven percent body fat. Jeez! Her own body fat was more than double that and she was not really eating that much. It wasn’t fair; Missy had a reputation for eating huge quantities of food but yet had no fat on her.

  Missy laughed. “I’d only burn off whatever fat you gave me. But, maybe we can work on things so you can burn off some of yours as well. I helped a guy in my squad and I think I can help you too. Come over here and look into my eyes. Tell me what you see.”

  Kelsey thought Missy was crazy but figured she’d humor her. Then, after a minute, she realized Missy’s eyes were actually changing. “Hey, where did all those yellow and gold speckles come from? I never noticed those before.”

  “Those only show up at certain times, Kelsey. But, tomorrow morning when you go for your run? You’ll run a little faster. Okay?” Missy had given her some energy, just as she’d done with Gary. “You can’t really give me any of your body fat but maybe I can give you some of my running speed.”

  Sharon decided to offer some encouragement also. “Go ahead and take whatever Missy can give you, Kelsey. Maybe if you believe she’s doing something, it will make a difference. I’d like to help too but I don’t think I can make my eyes sparkle like that.” She had walked over and had looked at Missy’s eyes. Now, she giggled. “Hey Missy? What can you do for me?”

  Missy said, “Right now, Sharon, you don’t need a damn thing. But, if you ever need my help, I’ll be there for you, sparkly eyes and all. Don’t worry!” She laughed and the others laughed along with her.

  Ironically, Sharon’s needing help ended up being sooner rather than later.

  Two days later, Sharon tripped during their morning run and badly twisted her ankle. She was running in the fast group with Missy and her legs got tangled up when one of the other runners stumbled in front of her. Missy heard the commotion and raced back. Sharon was rolling on the ground, holding her ankle with tears running down her face. Most of the others came back and crowded around her, asking if she was okay.

  “No, I’m not okay, dammit! I’ve sprained it. This happened to me three years ago and I missed the rest of the season playing basketball. Fuck!” Sharon was hurting but even more than the pain she was concerned about how an injury like this might affect her West Point activities.

  Missy told the others to just
give Sharon some room and that she’d take her back to the barracks. She was Sharon’s roommate, after all. They all stepped back and Missy knelt down, next to Sharon. After looking at the ankle closely, she told the others not to worry, it probably wasn’t that bad, and asked them all to keep on with their run. Once the rest of the group had left the two of them, Missy turned back and smiled at Sharon.

  “Why did you say that, Missy? About this not being so bad? This is going to ruin everything for me!” Sharon was still in a lot of pain and not at all happy with Missy. Her ankle had already swollen to the size of a grapefruit and she figured she’d probably torn some ligaments as well.

  “Hey, Sharon, right now it’s just the two of us. I can see it really is badly injured but no one else really knows how serious this is. So, when you’re better by lunchtime? They’re not going to know. They saw you fall and no one will claim you were faking anything. But, you’re going to be running on this again tomorrow.” Missy reached out and grabbed Sharon’s leg. Then she looked deeply into Sharon’s eyes. “I’m going to do my sparkly eyes thing now but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone else about this. Not even Kelsey. Okay?”

  Sharon was really starting to get mad at Missy. “Why? What the hell can you do?” Then, she noticed Missy really did have eyes that were almost glowing because there was so much gold in them. She realized Missy was still waiting for an answer. “Okay, okay. I promise.” Then, she began feeling something coming from Missy. And, suddenly the ankle wasn’t hurting so badly. She looked closely at Missy and realized Missy was really focused on her; it made her feel strange. This was truly weird.