I am an American paratrooper currently deployed in Bosnia. There aren’t too many women here, and our only sexual outlet is making a trip to the latrine with a copy of Penthouse in hand.

Unfortunately, sometimes the beautiful women pictured and the provocative stories just aren’t enough, and we must rely on our imaginations and memories of already-lived experiences. I’d like to share one of these memories with you and your readers.

I was a senior in high school and just entering my sexual prime. I viewed every girl I saw as an opportunity for conquest, and although I didn’t always succeed in my endeavors of passion, occasionally I struck gold.

One of my fantasies involved the sexy cheerleaders that I watched lustfully during the football games. One in particular caught my eye. She was a five-foot-four redheaded bombshell with shapely legs and ass. She had full lips and soft green eyes a person could get lost in. Her voice was as smooth as silk, and her movements were similarly elegant and erotic. Many a restless night was spent after a game fantasizing about her milky-white skin and bouncing perky breasts as she jumped and cheered, waving her pom-poms above her.

Then one fateful day my dream became a reality. Through a friend of a friend, we were finally introduced. It wasn’t long before our dating became serious and our thoughts wandered to sex.

We had talked about it from time to time, but nothing definite ever came of the conversations, except for the fact that we were both interested. I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to happen between us. Then one night I received a call. Her voice was husky and sensual. “Come pick me up,” she crooned, “I need you.”

In a rush, I barely managed to throw some clothes on, slip a condom into my pocket, and drive the three miles to her house. She was waiting for me in her front yard, wearing a black skirt and pink cropped top, which I thought was odd because of the chilly weather. She hopped in, took one glance at me, then commanded, “Drive.”

I don’t know what happened to put her in the strange mood she was in, but I was afraid to ask. We drove in silence, and finally arrived at a secluded spot near the airport. I turned to ask what was going on, only to be met by her warm lips. For a long moment we were engaged in the most passionate kiss I have ever had the privilege to be a part of. Our tongues rubbed and explored each other’s wet mouth.

Finally, the kiss ended, and we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Without another word she unzipped my pants and pulled free my already rock-hard penis. She lowered her head to it and gently kissed my knob, then slowly parted her lips and enveloped it. I had received blowjobs before, but few words can describe the ecstasy involved in this one. She mouthed my organ lovingly, occasionally taking time to run her tongue up and down its length.

I ran my fingers through her fiery red hair and then began working my way down her back and toward her soft, round ass. Slipping my fingers beneath her skirt, I found that she hadn’t bothered to wear underwear. I found her pussy lips — already wet with her juices — and began to finger her, paying close attention to her clitoris.

She withdrew her mouth from my cock and moaned softly. I knew what was coming next. She shifted and positioned herself over me, pulling up her skirt to allow me my first glance at her mound surrounded by dark-red pubic hair, which was as soft as velvet.

I entered her easily, holding on to her waist as she began pumping up and down on my condom-covered love tool. But my hands weren’t satisfied in resting there; they wanted to roam. After removing her pink top and lacy bra, they came in contact with her full, round breasts. I would alternate fondling one and sucking the nipple of the other. Gradually, her pace quickened and her tits jiggled like her pom-poms as she thrashed harder and harder upon me. I submitted, and thrust with increasing passion into her tight tunnel.

Within moments she began squealing in delight as she came, and I could feel her juices dripping down my dick and across my testicles. Seconds later I followed and spurted my cream into her pussy.

Unfortunately, our relationship came to a screeching halt, and we moved on with our lives. Gone are the carefree days of high school, football games, and cheerleaders, but the memories of them will last for eternity.