"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt…" He held up one hand to stop her, smiling and revealing a double row of strong white teeth. Laurie looked down, shifting her feet and feeling a tongue of flame lick once more into her young, tight little cunt. Her clit was burning, tingling so maddeningly she thought she would surely faint if she didn't sit down right now.

Moving, feeling the slick, sexy rub of her cuntlips against one another, the young blonde teen sat in the black leather chair next to the lieutenant's desk. Her ass sank in comfortably, almost too comfortably Laurie thought, feeling delightful electric sensations rippling up and down her flesh. Somewhere in the big building she could hear the water pipes rattling. Laurie drew her knees together, feeling her cuntal flesh itching so maddeningly she wished she could touch it.

"So, we're going to have a… uh, little training session here, are we?"

"Are we?" she echoed, nearly jumping from her skin.

Laurie felt so dumb about things like this. Lots of girls did it – at least, they said they did. But she had only dreamed about fucking. Lieutenant Barrington was getting up from behind his desk, stretching his thick-muscled arms above his head, then slowly moving around the corner. Laurie sat stiffly. She felt like laughing and crying and screaming all at the same time.

"I'm not going to beat you… yet," he said, his thick lips curling up even more.

Laurie shivered again, hot chills sweeping over her body as the warm breath whipped across her skin.

"I don't know what kind of training you mean, sir," Laurie stammered, her eyes, still lowered to the carpeted floor. "I've taken the boatswain's course and the beginning engineering on the six-hundred-pound plant and…"

"That's bullshit compared to what I'm going to teach you."

Laurie almost shouted as she jumped up in panic.