My Memories Are As Vivid As The Real Thing

I suppose that I pretty much fill the profile of a middle class white girl from the suburbs. My parents both taught school, so money was always scarce, and as soon as we could we had to make money. I turned 16 and I got a job at the mall at the Jamba Juice. Just outside our town was this small military installation, not a base. A soldier came by and we got into a discussion and he told me he would wait for me when I got off work.

He had a motorcycle, he told me he lived in an apartment by himself and he wanted me to see it. Once inside, and he pulled the blinds down, and grabbed me to kiss me I realized what a fool I was and I was in the lion's den. Yes it was rough and I almost got out but after all the fighting he got my pants off and the fight was over. I had been nailed to the wall and there wasn't anything I could do about it. He took my panties and smelled them, which sort of grossed me out.

He wanted my panties or he wouldn't take me home. He showed me a bunch of panties in a shoe box where he kept his trophies and added mine, There were many panties. I asked him to let me see them and sitting pantiless Indian style on the bed I picked up each pair and asked him to tell me about her, all the time he lay on one side playing with me and opening me with his fingers and poking his finger in my vagina. After going through all the panties he laid me back on the bed and did it again. He asked me to suck his dick clean which I did, got dressed again and he drove me and left me in front of my house.

He came by the mall when he was off and took me to his place. He let me wear a pair of panties of some girl and we pretended I was her and he showed me how he got his prize. It's not hard to guess that not all the girls were nice to him or wanted to give up their panties. I liked his stories, I liked the R ones better, and I let him do whatever he wanted to do. Sometimes he ate me with the panties on, before tearing them off and getting down to business. One day he didn't come anymore. I guess he was transferred or something, I never heard from him again. I went by the apartment but it was empty and the neighbor told me he had moved out of town.

When I'm lonely for him I lay in my bed and masturbate without taking off my panties, getting them wet and nasty, before taking them off and smelling them like he did. I don't have a box of trophies, all I have is the memories.