I awake reminiscing about sex and the scent of Keiko’s strawberry-candied perfume perforating my nostrils.

Her aroma—I feel like I can almost smell it.

I dream of Keiko’s neck, painted with my leftover saliva from the last time we made love and I dream of making her neck sloppy wet again with each lick of my tongue.

Her taste—it’s still at the tip of each taste bud and I remember how it felt to dig my tongue into her open mouth and stroke my tongue slick and heavy against hers.

Her mouth—I want to plunge into it.

I recall how it felt to have the tip, just the tip of my dick slip between the outer lips of Keiko’s wet pussy, putting pressure on the gateway as it awaited the order to invade her warm body.

Her pussy—I’m obsessed. I want to conquer and claim it.

“Is it too soon?” I remember asking. We had just had sex a few hours earlier. “I don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable,” I said. “I want this to be nice for you.”

What the fuck was I thinking?! The girl didn’t want nice. What girl wants nice?

Keiko huffed, though I didn’t understand her action then. Looking back at our time together those five days, maybe I was a little too nice and not naughty enough. I fucked her hard at times, but I never made her scream. Now that I know she’s a pilot and after what happened in her office, I have no doubt she was hoping to get an adrenaline rush out of me at some point. She’s probably tired of nice guys. The world is expecting her to be with a nice guy, but she’s over the Fucks-It-Nicely types.

Sure, she liked the guy that I was in the coffee shop and I liked being the nice guy sharing coffee and laughing with her, but she wanted the Badass in bed, which I didn’t give her and that’s why she didn’t care to exchange numbers or stay in contact.

There’s a pounding at my door that awakens me from my thoughts.

“Hey Badass!” Vollmer yells as he pounds again.

“I’m coming!” I say and I throw on a pair of jeans then look at my phone. It’s nine in the morning. “What’s up, man?” I ask as I open the door and see Vollmer with his Instalove girlfriend of fewer than two weeks, Shayna.

I’m surprised to see Bleau, but even more surprised to see a tiny dark woman with a black curly bob—just as short as Bleau, but super cute with plum cheeks. I have to squint to make sure I’m getting a good look at the two of them. Bleau and this girl, who I’m sure he just met last night, are holding hands.

“This is Alani,” introduces Bleau and Alani smiles and waves.

Vollmer smiles, too. “Bleau and I are taking the girls to the hangar to show them the planes. Wanna go?”

I don’t want to go. I’ll be a fifth wheel. “Nah, man. I’m not supposed to leave my dorm room.”

“We heard you got in trouble over Captain Matsuura,” says Shayna with a peculiar smile and blushing cheeks. I can’t tell if the smile and rosy cheeks are out of embarrassment for me, since she had encouraged me to meet Keiko, or if the smile is a compliment—I got into a scuffle over a girl for the sake of that girl. “You know, Keiko will be at the hangar, don’t you? Unfortunately, Captain Foskett might be there, too. I heard they’re buddies. Maybe more. But I also heard she prefers grunts, like Alani and me.”

This feels like déjà vu. I hope Shayna is not the type to get turned on by scuffles because I have no intention of getting into another one.

I rub my face. Ah, who am I kidding? My cheek doesn’t hurt that bad anymore and I just told myself I was going to fight for the girl I love. If Shayna wants to see a good fight between a captain and a grunt, I’ll put on a good show and hopefully, this time, no one will be holding me back. I’ll bring the Badass that I know Keiko wants and all three girls can watch me kick Fucks-It-Nicely’s ass.

“Let me get my wallet.” I turn around and I hear the girls giggle. They are hoping to see a fight.

As I walk through the small kitchen area, the smell of fresh brewing coffee fills my nose once more. I had it set to brew on automatic this morning and I hate that I’m leaving yet another cup of coffee in the pot; it’s been days since I’ve been caffeinated.

“Hey, Badass!” yells Vollmer and I leave the pot to head over to the dresser and get a shirt.

“Hold on. I’m coming,” I shout back. I hear the girls giggling again.

“Badass!” calls Vollmer again, sounding impatient.

“Just let me get my shirt on, damn!”

“I don’t think you’re going to need to,” blurts Shayna, as I hear a knock on the open door.

I look up and there she is—Keiko in the doorway with my friends making exaggerated funny faces behind her.

“Jet,” Keiko says to me.

I walk over to the door, grab her by the arm and yank her inside then slam the door behind her and lock it. I hear my friends calling to me from outside, but I can’t make out a word they’re saying because I don’t give a fuck. I’m so hot. I can’t control myself.

From behind, I push Keiko into the hard cinderblock wall—her back to me and I reach around to undo her button and fly to her skinny tight jeans.

“Jet,” she says through her hair in her face.

I put my mouth to her ear, pushing my head hard against hers. “You fucking piss me off, you know that?”

“I know,” she says calmly.

I grab her pussy, digging my fingers hard into the heat seeping out of her center through her stretched jeans but she doesn’t fight me.

I pull up her shirt then yank up her bra. She clings to the wall as I pull her jeans and her snug black panties down to her thighs.

I unbutton and unzip my own fly to pull my Instahard dick out above the elastic band of my boxers. “I think you want to piss me off,” I say as I lean the shaft of my cock to push up and down along the crack of her ass cheeks.

I hear her swallow hard. “Jet, I want to apologize. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I figure we need to talk. I need to explain my friendship with Foskett. In the last week, I really needed someone to talk to and he’s been a great support. But you and I...” she licks her lips. “We had a nice time together two months ago and I regret not keeping in touch, especially since—”

She gasps as I fist her hair and push my whole body against her, cramming her between me and the hard wall and my cock upright between her ass cheeks. Her skin on my skin—it makes me hot. “Don’t fucking talk to me about Foskett or any other dickhead when I’m about to fuck you hard. Because you want it hard, don’t you?”

“Jet—”

“Shut. Up.”

“But I—”

I fist her hair tighter. I’m so fucking furious with her wishy-washy bullshit. “Captain Keiko Matsuura, do you want to stay and take this or do you want to leave?”

She bites her lip. I know she wants it. She wants the Badass but she’s so fucking hesitant. Maybe she’s scared. Maybe I just need to prep her better for what’s coming.

I pull her ass towards me and push her head towards the wall where she leans the side of her face against it. I rub her round little ass with an open hand and I smack it!

“Nnn, Jet,” she whines. I smack it again and she yelps. I keep smacking it until I feel like she’s near crying and its hot red, as fucking red rosy as I’m sure my facial cheeks are.

I bend over to the side to inspect the prints I’ve made. Her ass cheek is so bright red it looks like it’s on fire and I notice the folds at her center. The lips are a dark pink. A darker pink than I remember and I check out her slit.

“Huh.” I knew she wanted me—the Badass. She’s about to drip.

I squat placing my knees outside of her ankles on the floor so I can ogle her pussy—shaved. Her lips are pressed tight together. I swear to God, the damn thing looks like it wants to speak. Those pussy lips want to say something to me like they’re hiding something and I pull her skinny jeans down a little lower on her thighs.

“Jet, what are you doing?”

“Will you shut up? I’m trying to have a conversation here.” I scold.

She huffs and puts her forehead to the wall.

I use my thumbs to spread her lips open and her pussy drools on the floor. My cock is so fucking hard. It’s as hard as the little nub that pops out from between her folds.

Her clit is begging to talk dirty with my tongue.

I lick it.

The stroke of my tongue on her clit makes her hips buck and I smack her ass again.

“Hey!” I grip her thighs, slide one hand between them, then grip her pants and pull her pussy back to my face. “Don’t fucking move.”

“Jet,” she groans. “I have to talk to you.”

Talk. We did all that talking for days a few months back and that didn’t do anything for me.

“Baby,” I tell her as I grip my dick with one hand, “I have a long line of conversations I need to have before I can get to you.”

“Hmph,” she grunts in frustration.

I yank her pants at her thighs again and plunge my tongue between her folds. She moans as I slide my tongue around between her lips until I find her clit and I manage to munch down on it with my front teeth then grind it with my tongue.

“Oh fuck,” she groans and I pump myself. I fist my length and eat her pussy until I feel her nub contract.

I pull my face away, wet and dripping. “You gonna come for me, Captain?”

“Don’t stop, Jet,” she begs.

“Who’s your superior now?”

“Jet, please.”

I put my face back and continue to lap. God, she tastes so fucking good.

I fist my length and grind her clit until her ass starts jiggling over my cheeks. Her whole body starts shaking and boom! She wails like a siren as she squirts on my face.

Keiko is yelping as she drenches my cheeks, my nose, my mouth with the outpour of her orgasm and fuck me! I can’t hold back. I come in my palm.

A stream of cum surges. It spritzes all over her pants and on the wall and floor.

I lick up her slit before she pulls away to stand upright and pulls up her pants. I look up at her staring down at me. She looks disappointed.

Shit!

“I’m sorry.” I stand up tucking my length back into my pants and I attempt to caress her face and kiss her lips. She’s reluctant to kiss me back. “Did you not like that? Honestly, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to keep spanking you or not. I wasn’t sure if you wanted it—rough and hard, although I got the feeling you did and I couldn’t help myself.”

“I did,” she gulps and rubs her hands over my chest. “I do want to try it rough and maybe harder but I miss the nice guy. I kinda need the nice guy in my life right now.”

My insides burn. I can hear my heart pounding as I wipe my wet face with my forearm and zip up my fly then watch her pretty ass in tight jeans with no shirt climb into my bed.

I could totally fuck her and come again.

But. She just said she needs the nice guy right now.

“Which nice guy are we talking about? Captain Foskett? Or the lowly airman who’s a liar and a spanker?” I cough. “Me?”

“You.”

I feel like I have wings as I fly to the bed and get on top of her, scooping her into my arms and nuzzling her neck. She laughs; she still does like the nice guy. I pull her body tight into me and hook my leg around her, too. “I missed you so much.”

I’m afraid I sound like a whiny bitch, but I can’t help it. Every thought I’ve had about her just reveals itself. It’s like my soul has climaxed and I just can’t cease to stop the residual outpour. My eyes even start to water as I confess. “There’s not a day that has gone by that I didn’t think about you. I’ve been wondering where you were—if you were safe. I tried to stalk you online. I had no idea you were so close this whole time and I feel stupid for not even knowing who you are—smart, a pilot, and crazy beautiful, especially when everyone else does.”

She pushes me off. “Jet,” she says my name again with what sounds like hesitation and it worries me as our eyes lock. “I have to take off.”

It’s my turn to sigh and I feel sick. She sees it on my face.

“Jet,” she smiles, “I mean I have to go work. Do you want to come with me? Hangout at the hangar?”

Oh, thank God. I can’t help but exhale with utter relief. “Yes,” I say as I give her another squeeze and she squeezes me back with a genuine warm hug.

In truth, I liked being the nice guy. I still want to be the nice guy for her when we’re not in bed and maybe I can get rough with her later. “Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?”

“No,” she says sternly.

“No?” I’m perplexed. “Since when did you stop drinking coffee? That’s unlike the girl I knew.”

“Hmm,” she ponders, “since about a week ago.”

“A week?”

I get off the bed to pick up her clothes and hand them to her. “I would think you’d be pulling out your hair by now. If I recall, you said you’d ‘never’ give it up. Did you stop with the coffee cold turkey or—”

“Cold turkey. Too much caffeine. And why are you so concerned?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “I guess I’m going to miss our coffee dates.”

 “You know, Jet, the girl you knew—that was not the whole me.” Keiko reaches to pull her dog tags out of her skinny jeans pockets and puts the chain over her neck. The tags fall and jingle between her tits and Goddamn! I want to pounce on her right now but I bite a knuckle. I know I should be listening.

“In all honesty,” she continues, “I think I’ve changed in just the few months we’ve been apart. Do you think you can handle that? Can you handle all of this? The whole me? The real me? Do you think you’ll be able to handle the parts you don’t know yet and maybe some changes that are still to come?”

I walk into the kitchen and grab the handle to one mug because I still want a cup of coffee.

“Baby, I already know the whole you. You’re a big dreamer. You think big and you like big things, so just wait until I handle you after I’ve had my fix of caffeine.”