A Different Kind of Guidance (closed for desperado1089)

"Mmm, yes. That's my girl. I know you know I see you as much more than just a tight, wet pussy, but we can wax poetic after we both get each other off. Just try to keep your eyes on the screen. I don't want you to miss anything, but I won't blame you if your eyes roll back in your head or something." With a chuckle, Stephen leaned back against the tile, his dog tags the only thing he wore, drawing the eye to his defined chest muscles as he once again stroked a single fingertip up the length of his cock, the turgid member surrounded by a healthy, manly forest of curls that were currently matted with water.

"Remember, baby. I can't always read your body over the video call. Tell me how you're feeling, how good your fingers feel, and how close you are," he instructed, "and sprinkle in anything else you think I might derive pleasure from hearing, as long as you're comfortable with it." As soon as she would indicate her understanding, he would begin.

He reached someplace out of frame and had rubbed something on his hands before resuming his stroking, the clear viscous nature of the lube difficult to see beneath the large hands that stroked himself to the object of his affections on the other end of the video call. He'd frequently grunted and moaned his appreciation as well as various dirty, sweet nothings that more often than not were swallowed by either the sound of the shower, the inherent limits of their call quality, or both. But all of them professed his growing affection for her, or praise for some aspect of her beauty which he would then go on to say he can't wait to get to reaquiaint himself with, as he jokingly put it, biblically.
 
Clair opened her eyes as requested. Her cheeks were still pink but she figured that could be attributed to the heat of the shower. Her eyes devoured every movement of his hand. To herself, she admitted that what they were currently doing, was hot. Her fingers slipped through the tight curls nestled between her legs. There was no need for her to slip a finger or two inside of herself just yet. She was already so aroused just by watching him that her own arousal slipped from her body and coated her fingers as she rubbed her clit.

“Stephen, I wish… you were here….” Her voice was breathy.

His grunts and moans managed to reach her ears even with both of their showers going and she wished he was doing it in her ear, his lips whispering across the shell as he did so. The thought made her shiver.

“I wish…” she felt a little self-conscious saying it but…”I wish it were your mouth on my clit, your fingers buried inside me…”

In response to her admission, her fingers slid from her clit to bury themselves inside of her body, causing it to arch off the wall as she wailed his name. She loved it when he talked dirty in her ear. Her fingers moved faster, in and out of her body. Her body started to tremble and her knees grew weak, even more so because she knew he could see her fingers working her core. She could feel her body start to tingle and tighten. Her internal core muscles tightened around the two fingers she had buried inside of herself, tugging those fingers to go even deeper until they couldn’t go any further. Her other hand reached up to squeeze a breast, tweaking her nipple to become even harder. She went up on her tiptoes as her body strained against the fingers buried deep inside her and her thumb found her clit and rubbed furiously, making her mew.

“I’m---I’m close, Stephen… so close,” she panted.

Her eyes never left his phone as she watched him stroke himself and it fueled her even further. She wanted him with her. She wanted to feel is mouth on her, his fingers inside of her body. She wanted his cock to fill her until she felt it ripple and his hot seed filled her. She wanted to feel his body strain against hers until they both were drained and collapsed on the bed or against a wall, whatever it took.
 
The intimate dance they were engaged in with the help of the ubiquitous internet paled in comparison to feeling her supple skin beneath his fingers, with being inside her, with seeing her climax in her unbridled lust for him.

"Me too," he breathlessly and immediately agreed when she told him she wished he was there. "So much...I tasted of the forbidden fruit and now I cannot imagine another day without it," he went on, his hands stroking faster and faster.

"Oh fuck, cum for me baby. Cum for me and I will show you just how much I filled you with the other day. That's it baby girl, keep going," he panted, barely noticing what he'd called her but not finding reason to regret it in that particular moment.
 
"So much...I tasted of the forbidden fruit and now I cannot imagine another day without it.”

She managed a small, brief chuckle.

“Isn’t---- isn’t that how Adam and…and Eve got started?”

She had barely got the words out when she gave a small scream as she came and came, bucking against her the fingers buried deep inside of her. Just when she started to sag against the tile of the shower wall, she heard him entice her to keep going. Her thumb pressed against her swollen clit as her fingers hooked inside of her, sending her spiraling all over again. her eyes were glued to her phone as she watched his fisted hand move over his cock in a blur. The sight of him rising to chase his orgasm turned her on like nothing else possibly could.

“Do it, Stephen. Cum for me.”

Her body continued to twitch as she thumbed her throbbing clit and stroked her core slowly now.
 
Stephen flashed Clair a wicked grin as she got the reference. He hadn't intended to encourage her to keep going after she had came (rather, he was unaware of how quickly she would reach climax and thus was encouraging her to achieve her firet one), but it was a glorious enough sight to bring him right to the edge. When she begged for him to cum for her, that did it. Repeatedly moaning her name like a prayer he began to cum as hard as she had, his thick seed rocketing out of his cock with the force of the afterburner on an F-22. It seemed that he'd never stop, but stop he did after the seventh, albeit weakest, rope of cum that merely dribbled forth from his tip; the first four or so had nearly caught his phone in the line of fire, they were so powerful and had shot so far.

When he was finally able to speak once more, he reached out and picked up his phone. "That was amazing. I have such wonderful plans, my dear. Plans for us. Tell me, who pays for your room and board? And are you afraid of flying or roller coasters?" He caught himself and shook his head. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I just...I've been riding a high since that day of practice, and it's coming from here, not down there." He placed his hand over his heart before gesturing below the frame as he spoke. "It's got me all excited. You know?"
 
She was still leaning against the shower wall, trying to breathe but all she could do was pant. Reaching for her phone she stared him with a goofy grin pinned to lips. If he had actually been here, she was sure she would have died. Just. Died.

Then he started firing off questions at her and before she could start to speak, he started to apologize.

“Okay. Give me a minute here and I’ll answer your questions. I’m going to go dry off and put something on. I’m taking my phone with me so hold on, please.”

She shut off the shower and reached for one of her towels and vigorously dried off before doing the same thing to her hair. Wrapping a towel around herself, she headed for her dresser and pulled out clothes. She knew Stephen was still there. As she dressed, she started talking, propping her phone on her nightstand.

“I got a full scholarship here so that pays for everything. If I want anything extra, I need to find a job, which I probably will. Eventually. Why are you asking? Oh! And I’m not afraid of heights BUT, I don’t particularly care for roller coasters. Again, why do you ask?”

She laughed softly when he laid a hand on his heart and gestured toward his cock.

“Stephen, I am well aware of where your speaking comes from.”

She leaned back against the head of the bed, pulling her legs up and setting her phone against them.

“You’re pretty fantastic, you know that?”

She was still a bit self-conscious, but Stephen was helping her with that. Despite things from her past and what had happened more recently, he had come to her aid and the things he said to her, the things he called her, helped build up her self-esteem.
 
When Clair got out of the shower, Stephen took the opportunity to follow suit, but he'd kinda hoped she'd remain naked and perhaps lead up to a second round once he'd had the time to recover. Still, he felt the situation might be salvageable if he merely put on a pair of boxers, so that is what he did. Okay, maybe there wasn't anything to "salvage" but he still wanted to do it again.

When she responded to his questions, he nodded, a smile breaking across his face as he looked like the devil on her shoulder. "Well, I mean, there's a vacant studio apartment a few floors down from here. If only a handsome aviator had some money lying around that a certain exceptionally lovely college student could use to rent an apartment until she could pay him back?" He chuckled and added, "I just remembered your twentieth birthday is coming up. We should do something to celebrate. But either way, I believe the Air Force base actually might be someplace you can find work, as a civilian of course. Tell me, are you considering environmental science? Part of the base is a test range and there's a lot of biodiversity out there. We've had college students come out before and help tag and track the animals, especially the endangered species. Several test runs have been called off because of a tag pinging too close to the target. Or what about pre-med? We have a hospital on base, of course. Lots of options and none of them require signing your life away for four years minimum. And as for my other question, let's just say I'll have to talk to my CO about it. I don't wanna spoil the surprise, especially if he says no."
 
She shifted around against the headboard as she mulled over his words. It wasn’t a bad idea. They would be out of sight of the college staff and students. It would be one worry they didn’t have to get around.

“Let me think on it a bit BUT I have enough money saved, I’ll rent it myself if I decide to do it. Thank you for your generous offer.”

In all good consciousness, especially hers, she couldn’t let him pay for something like that even if she would pay him back. Some lessons from her momma and daddy stuck with her. She smiled as he continued on. Her twentieth birthday was indeed on the horizon. Clair shook her head.

“My major is Sports Medicine. I’m not sure the base has anything open for me like that. I could check, I guess. I never gave it a thought before.”

The way he talked about environmental science though. It sounded intriguing. Maybe a minor in the subject could work. It certainly meant a lot of time studying and the labs. Oh gosh. Well, it was still something to consider and she would like to talk to him about it more later.

“Stephen!” she admonished him laughingly, “you can’t tease me like that and leaving me wondering what you have in mind.”

It involved his CO? What the heck. Still, she merely shrugged and stared at him.

“Do you have any clothes on at all?”

Something inside her was going to feel disappointed if he said yes. The idea of him still being naked, well…….
 
"Okay, okay. So, there's like a textbook worth of waivers you'd have to sign, but the Air Force has been known to occasionally take civilians up in trainer jets. I figured you might like that." Stephen shifted a bit and the angle of his phone tilted down to just above the waistband of his boxers. "I'm wearing only one piece of clothing," he said as he tilted it down far enough for her to see the outline of his cock beginning to once again rise to the occasion.
 
A trainer jet?

“I--- I might. I’d try it if you were flying the jet. I guess we’ll have to wait to see what your CO says.”

As he tilted down the phone’s camera, she inhaled deeply. The camera did a slow pan down his body and she drank in the sight of his bare chest that slowly went lower. He only had on a pair of boxers but it was what was coming to life in those boxers that held her riveted. Clair closed her eyes briefly. She was starting to feel like… like.. some sort of sex addict. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Clair groaned softly.

“Stephen---” she began then stopped, sucking in a breath again, “Stephen, is this normal? I want you…”

Her voice trailed off as her fingers slid inside of her shorts, finding her clit. This was crazy, wasn’t it?
 
"It is normal, especially for new relationships. Doubly so for first ones." He let out a lusty, frustrated growl and said, in a low, husky voice, "I can't take this. Pack an overnight bag. I want you too, and I want you right fucking now." Stephen switched his phone to their DMs and typed in his address and added,

Also, it would have to be me taking you up in the jet, they wouldn't let you fly with anyone other than the Airman who sponsored your presence on base. Finally, maybe you could help with physical therapy at the hospital on base. Now get over here. Please.

Hitting send, he said aloud, "Dont worry. I will make sure you get to class on time in the morning."
 
She liked the growl in his voice. It sent a tingle down her spine and heat flooded her lower belly again. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

“Yes, Sir.”

She teased him, giving a mock salute to his face on her phone. Well, he did type “please”. That was nice. She set her phone down on the nightstand and went to pack an overnight bag. She also packed a bag with her books and papers she would need tomorrow for school. Her phone dinged and his address popped up. After arranging a quick call with Uber, she headed out to meet her ride.

It didn’t take Uber long to get there. On the way to Stephen’s place she was thinking about what he had mentioned. Physical Therapy, At the base’s hospital. Given what she had planned for a major, it wouldn’t be a huge switch in her studies. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.

Stephen’s apartment wasn’t all that far away from her dorm. She got out with her things and found his front door. Starting to lift her hand to knock, she paused. Were they rushing into something? Everything seemed to be happening very fast or maybe it just felt that way to her?
 
"You best not be a Jehovah's Witness!", Stephen jokingly called from inside the apartment as he went to answer the door. "Hi there," he said, stepping aside to let her in. The apartment was a classic bachelor pad, with a smaller couch in the living room than perhaps one might see in a family home, the entertainment center laden with a PS5 and multiple movies and games. On the wall hung the Air Force flag as well as several photos both of him in his various uniforms as well as from his childhood and young adulthood.

"Okay, so I know I invited you over in the heat of the moment, and you're here so obviously at least some part of you is okay with this. But I just want you to know that I care for you. I would never do anything to hurt you or take advantage." He took a deep breath and embraced Clair warmly. "Also, I'm a bit of a nerd, as you'll find out in a moment." He let her go and led her down a short hallway where two doors led off of it, one to the bathroom and the other to the apartment's sole bedroom.

It quickly became apparent why he described himself as a nerd. On the wall hung the flag of the United Federation of Planets from Star Trek, and a shelf was laden with models of the various ships from the franchise (including the Enterprise-D in Mega Blocks) and action figures of some of the characters. A shadow box held replicas of the various communicator pins that were used in the later shows, and there was a gun rack where he'd displayed replicas of various phasers and other weapons from the series. "Still want me after seeing this?", he joked, although the small but still present part of him that remembered the time before his transformation into the handsome devil he was now was worried she'd say no, as absurd as the rest of him thought the notion. "My father started the collection and I've added to it over the years. I still visit him, every now and then, and talk to him, even though I can't hear when he responds." A pointed glance at the ceiling would hopefully explain where his father had gone.

"Sorry, I know we'd been in a mood when I invited you over, but I wanted to deepen your understanding of me first. And for what it's worth, my dad would have absolutely loved you." Stephen brushed an errant strand of hair behind Clair's ear and leaned in for a kiss.
 
She heard his voice call out from the other side of the door. Say what again? She was wondering as he opened the door. A smile formed on her lips.

“Hi yourself,” she responded in return.

She stepped inside and waited for him to close the door.

“Stephen, I trust that you would never hurt me,” she shrugged slightly, “A nerd, huh?”

He had embraced her and she liked the feel of his hard body as he pulled her against him and held on for a moment. Then he was showing her his apartment. It wasn’t a large space but then, he really didn’t much, she summarized. Clair stepped inside his bedroom as he opened the door. She spun in a slow circle as her eyes took in everything. She laughed softly. He was a nerd, but he was her nerd. Walking across the room to the nearest wall, she studied his collections.

"Still want me after seeing this?"

She turned back toward him and smiled into his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I? Your father can hear you, Stephen and I’m sure if you listen quietly enough, you can hear him too.”

She turned once more to look at the collection in the gun rack. Again, she turned back toward him.

“Impressive,” was all she said.

“….And for what it's worth, my dad would have absolutely loved you."

“Now how would you know that?”

Clair found it endearing when he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear. She leaned toward him as his lips descended to meet hers. Her book bag was crushed between them. For what it was worth, it just felt like the two of them, everything else had melted away. She was aware of his smell and boy; did he smell wonderful. Everything she had questioned herself about, disappeared. Stephen was as genuine as they came.
 
"Maybe I can hear him from time to time," Stephen whispered as he broke the kiss to set her bookbag down on his desk chair where it could easily be grabbed in the morning. He picked up her overnight bag and pulled out her toiletries, and set them across the hall in the bathroom without a word. Back in his room, he opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a morning-after pill, still in its packaging. "Just in case you haven't yet taken my advice about birth control. I bought a half-dozen after our first time. Remember, the campus clinic doesn't say anything to your parents unless you tell them they can." With that out of the way, he took her in his arms again and this time the kiss he gave her was searing, passionate, the fire she stoked in his belly roaring once more as his hands explored her body over her clothes. "Need to get rid of all this," he said in a low husky voice, tugging at the hem of her top and starting to pull it over her head.
 
She looked at the small package in her hand and tossed it back at him with a shake of her head.

“I don’t need this, Stephen. I’ve already seen a doctor. I want you to know, birth control still goes against everything that’s been instilled in me by my parents and the Church. I also understand the percentages of conception and since this seems to be an issue that bothers you, I asked the doctor to put me on the pill. I’ve given it a lot of thought and I feel that the Church is just a guideline to live my life by, not be my end all to everything. I need to learn things with the Church having some influence in how I live my life. One day, I want to be a mom, but right now? That’s not a good time.”

Even while she was speaking, she lifted her arms as he pulled her top over her head and discarded it.

“Hey, I’m not the only one getting naked around here.”

Her fingers found their way into the waistband of his shorts. What they had done over their phones was hot, but she was so glad to be here with him in person. Now she could actually touch him.
 
"I'm sorry," Stephen said even as he leaned in to unclasp her bra. "I was just trying to be considerate of that very thing, that it's not a good time." He kissed the spot below her ear as he removed her bra and started to trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Looking up as he sort of perched his chin on her cleavage, he smirked and said, "I was referring to how you have many more clothes on than I do," before beginning to lavish attention on both of her breasts in equal measure, while he worked at the clasp of her shorts.
 
“That’s okay. I understand. An unexpected pregnancy could do more harm than good, but Stephen, you have to trust me,” she started as he unhooked her bra and removed it, “I may be an innocent, in many ways, but I have done my research.”

She laughed as he looked up at her from her boobs.

“I may have little more clothes on then you do, but you’re fast taking care of that problem. You know,” again she started as he was making sure her breasts didn’t feel ignored, “how am I supposed to write up that paper you want, when you are surely making sure that it’s you I masturbate to? That’s going to take a bit of creative writing.”

Clair slid her fingers through his hair until they slid to the back of his head. He felt like heaven to her. Her nipples showed him their appreciation for his attention to them. Unable to keep her hands in one place, she slid her palms down over his back leisurely, enjoying the feel of him under her hands. When she got to the waistband of his shorts, she didn’t hesitate and slipped her hands into his shorts, cupping his ass in both hands. Everything her parents had indoctrinated into her since childhood had flew out the window the very first time Stephen had slipped his cock inside her and took her virginity. She wasn’t going to hell for having sex before she got married. She wasn’t a slut either. Whatever they believed, was just that, their beliefs. Clair was still finding hers.

Every girl wanted something more than sex, had expectations. Clair decided not to. She would take every day as it came, enjoying this man and learning more about him as a person. If things developed between them, they would and could step into the future together. In the meantime…..

Her hands slid around his hips, still inside his shorts. Her fingers wrapped around his hard cock and mimicked the motions he had used in the shower just a while ago.
 
"I'll help you out. We'll work on it later," he said into the soft skin of her chest as he started to mirror Clair's actions, first unfastening her shorts before sliding his hands under her panties to grope her ass.

"And I trust you. But I also believe that men should take more responsibility for preventing unwanted pregnancies. If I'd known you were on the pill, I wouldn't have said anything. But the fact that I can cum inside you as many times as I like...you have no idea how hot that is to me."

Suddenly he deftly slid his hands around to her hips and yanked down all her remaining clothes in one swift motion, before toying with her lower lips with the same dedication she was showing to his cock, which started to slowly drip pre-cum as she stroked it.
 
Clair softly mumbled, “Looks like we’re working on it right now.”

His hands on her ass felt so good as he continued speaking and a small smile crossed her lips at his words. It was amazing to feel wanted instead of being picked on for who and what she was. His hands suddenly yanked down whatever she had left on and it made her catch her breath, but not as much as she felt his fingers slide across her lower lips. His touch there sent a bolt of electricity zooming through her veins and her hips jerked in response.

The hand she had wrapped around his cock moved upward and slowly her palm moved across the head, taking the pre-cum with it. Her hand became slick.

“Show me how to pleasure you, Stephen,” her whisper was rough eagerness.
 
Stephen groaned at her touch and took her free hand and led her to the bed. Sitting down and letting his cock slip from her hand in the process, he scooted back until he was propped up against the headboard. With a mischievous smirk, he crooked his finger in a 'come hither' motion.
 
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