I was one of six children brought up in a very religious household. My father died when I was eight and there really wasn’t a man of the house except for my older brother who was too busy being mommy’s favorite to have anything to do with me. The topic of sex was taboo until such time as one of us children were dating seriously and preparing for marriage. Then my mom married my stepfather and I inherited three stepbrothers. My stepdad was an evil drunk and my stepbrothers were not much better.

There was no doubt in my mind I needed to get away and so at the young age of 18 I graduated high school and joined the Air Force. Boot camp was psychologically tough. They broke you down and stripped all ties to home while building the image of the military being your new family. Then there was tech school where they taught you that boot camp was just trying to get you to grow up, that your family was important, and you needed to learn an air force occupation.

Once I completed all that I was sent to my first base. It was in Nevada about thirteen miles outside of Las Vegas. I was set up in a barracks with another airman where we shared a room. I wasn’t much of a gambler and so never went into town. My Tech Sargent was a great guy and helped me get settled in. After a couple weeks of work, he even invited me to his home off base for dinner. I thought a home cooked dinner would be great and so I eagerly accepted.

The first evening at my tech sergeants house was a little strange. I was introduced to Betty his wife and he asked me to call him Steve when we were away from work. Betty was a beauty with long red hair, a smaller frame that I would call petite. I know she was my boss’s wife, but she had really large breasts that I couldn’t help looking at. There were a couple times I had to put my hands over my lap to keep my growing hardon from showing. Once I saw her smile at me with a smile that would cause spring flowers to bloom in the middle of winter while I was covering my excitement and I think she knew.

The next week my boss said that Betty thought I was a very polite young man and a joy to be around and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner Friday night and possibly stay for a while and play cards of a board game. I readily accepted and told Steve I was looking forward to it.

When Friday night came and I arrived at their home, Betty greeted me at the door and asked if I wanted a glass of wine. Back then the drinking age was 21 which I thought was ironic. I was old enough to fight for my country but not old enough to be trusted with a beer. I looked over at Steve and he said go ahead, you are in my private home, and no one will know. With a huge smile on my face, I took the wine and sipped it.

Through the course of dinner, I didn’t really pay attention, but it seemed that my wine glass was never empty. Steve and Betty seemed very interested in my upbringing and how worldly I was or wasn’t. Betty even seemed excited when I let it slip; I was still a virgin. She said it was so nice to see someone with morals. I was afraid to tell her it was more because I never had the chance then it was morals holding me back.

By the time we were through I was at least tipsy and on the verge of being drunk. We went into the living room and sat in the living room to continue talking. I sat in an easy chair across from Steve and Betty.