Loser Goes Down 1

This is the fifth and

final

story of this series. I hope you all enjoyed them.

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As I stood in line at the Coliseum gym waiting for my turn to do pushups, I looked at my watch. It was 6:15 in the morning; way too early to be awake. A few days earlier, the ISAF HQ Sergeant Major had sent out an email to all U.S. personnel on ISAF offering to conduct a Physical Training test, or PT test, for any personnel who needed to take a record PT test for promotion or just "for fun" to gage their level of fitness. The same day, the email come out, Kristen and I had met up for dinner at the DFAC later that night. We talked about the email and she said she was probably going to take the PT test for fun since she was in good shape from practicing for the U.S. women's soccer team on ISAF. I told her I would probably pass because I hated waking up early, although I had no doubt, I could ace the PT test. She then suggested we make a friendly wager.

"Tell you what, what if we both take the PT test and whoever gets the lower score, has to do something for the other person."

I perked up a bit as I comprehended what she was saying.

"hmmmm,"I replied.

"What if the loser has to give the other person a massage? Or watch a movie the other person chooses?" she suggested.

"I've got a better idea," I said with a grin.

I leaned in and whispered.

"How about the loser has to go down on the other person?"

Kristen sat back in her chair and crossed her arms as she thought about that.

"You really can't let this go, can you?" she said with a laugh; referring to her admission to me weeks ago that she refused to go down on anyone she outranked.

I sensed some annoyance in her tone and was a bit taken back.

"I just figured it would raise the stakes if we each have some skin in the game. Pun fully intended," I said with a laugh trying to lighten the mood.

She wasn't amused and continued to sit there thinking it over for a bit.

"Ok, you're on," she said with a grin.

"Can we shake on that?" I joked.

She reached her hand out and we shook on it. Her grip was firm.

After that we resumed eating our dinner and talked about more casual topics, but I couldn't help but feel there was starting to be a certain power dynamic in our relationship.

For the next couple of days, I had butterflies in my stomach, but I couldn't figure out why. I had conducted raids in Iraq, been shot at, lead dozens of convoys outside the wire in Kabul and here I was getting anxious about getting a higher score than someone else on a PT test.

The night before the PT test, I ate a healthy dinner of pasta and meat sauce with some vegetables on the side. I also hydrated and made sure I got to bed around 10 o'clock.

When my alarm finally woke me at 5:30 the next morning, I felt confident it would be a good day. I got up, put my PT uniform on and headed over to the Coliseum gym, the main gym on ISAF HQ. Approximately 30 other soldiers had showed up to take the PT test as well. I saw Kristen, standing with some of the other officers from the public affairs office who were also taking the PT test. We briefly made eye contact, but didn't talk to each other. After about ten minutes, the ISAF HQ Sergeant Major showed up and began to read the rules of the Army physical fitness test. Everyone there had heard the rules before, but they were required to be read, so people used the time to stretch out and warm up.

After filling out a PT score card, I got on line and prepared to take the push-up portion of the test. Males were in one line and females in another line. I looked over at Kristen. She was gently stretching her arm across her chest and she looked like she was in a trance; eyes focused and determined.

When it was finally my turn, I walked up the grader and got on all fours. The grader, an Army First Sergeant, had a stop watch in his hand. I looked up at him.

"Get ready," he said as I assumed the push-up position.

"Go!" he said, as I began to do push-ups, making sure to keep my arms straight and bring my chest down far enough. By the time two minutes were up, I had done 66 push-ups. Because the females were on the other side of the gym, I couldn't really see Kristen.

After everyone had completed the push-ups, we re-formed another line for the sit-up portion of the test. After a soldier completed his sit-ups, he or she would then hold the legs of the soldier behind them in line. By the time it was my turn, I was ready to go. As soon as the First Sergeant said "go," I began to do sit-ups as fast I could. My abs burned but when time was up, I had knocked out 60 sit-ups.

Finally, after everyone had completed both portions of the test, the Sergeant Major moved us all outside. He then gave instructions on the path we would run around ISAF HQ to complete the two-mile run portion of the PT test. We were given a few minutes to stretch and drink water, before everyone lined up on the starting line. When the First Sergeant yelled "go," most people, including Kristen, took off in a sprint. I started at a moderate pace as I warmed myself up. After the first lap, the time keeper called out my run time as I passed. I picked up the pace slightly. It was times like these I wished the Army would allow soldiers to wear an iPod while taking the PT test. Nothing is more monotonous or boring than running in large circles for lengthy periods of time. After what seemed like an eternity, I was on my last lap. When I was about half way done, I broke out into a full sprint. I wanted to finish strong. As I crossed the finish line, the First Sergeant called out my time "15:30." I immediately slowed down and began walking in small circles to cool down.

I then walked over to the Sergeant Major who sat a table grading the PT score cards. I was still catching my breath as I approached him. Kristen, who had finished the run before me, was standing with some other officers from her unit and drinking a bottle of Gatorade.

I gave my name to the Sergeant Major and he quickly pulled out my score card.

"What was your run time, Sergeant?" he asked.

"15:30, Sergeant Major," I responded.

After writing my run time on my score card, he quickly he looked at the calculations chart and tallied my two-mile run percentage score. While I had been completing the run, he had already scored the percentages for my push-ups and sit-ups.

"235 points, Sergeant," he said as he handed me my PT Score card. The maximum score one could get was 300 points. I smiled and took the PT card. I was pretty confident I had beaten Kristen and would be able to collect my reward soon. I walked over to her as she stood with other members of the Public Affairs office. Because we were around other soldiers, I made sure to be extra formal.

"How'd you do, ma'am?" I asked her.

"262," she said with a big grin as she held out her score card.

Fuck

, I thought to myself.

How could she have beaten me?

I took her score card and held both of our cards side by side. She had done 40 push-ups for 88%, 58 sit-ups for 74%, and 14-minute two-mile run for %100 for a total score of 262.

Although I had done way more push-ups and sit-ups than her, she still scored a higher percentage of points in those events because of the way female scores were calculated.

After looking at our score cards side by side, I looked at her.

"Maybe you'll do better, next time, sergeant," she said as she winked at me. I handed her back her PT score card. She then returned to chatting with the other members of her unit and I walked away.

I went back to my barracks, took a nice warm shower, then changed into a fresh uniform and headed to the DFAC for breakfast. I still couldn't believe she had somehow beaten me. I was in perhaps the best shape of my life but had still been beaten by a woman. I didn't have much time to dwell on my loss.

The next couple of days went by like a blur. Half a dozen new team members arrived at ISAF HQ and had to be squared away with billeting and in-processing. Additionally, I had to lead about a dozen security escort missions around Kabul for our unit and various generals including some late-night missions. The days were long and exhausting and I didn't see or speak to Kristen. I assumed she was pretty busy as well. Finally, it was Friday again.

I awoke early, ate breakfast and headed to my office. Once back at the office, I printed out the class roster for the driver's training course later that morning. I then logged into my computer. As I did every morning, I first logged into my Gmail account to see if there were any emails from home. My mom generally emailed me once a week with long updates about everything going on back home with the family. Sure enough, there was an email from her.

As I read through her email about everything going on back home with my family, I realized I was missing out on important parts of their lives. Every deployment was like this. Time stood still for me, while everyone at home continued moving. While I was reading her email, a new email popped up in my inbox. Sure enough, it was an email from Kristen. I opened it.

"If you're free tonight, I'm happy for you to come over and uphold your side of our little wager."

As usual, she simply signed her email "K."

I grinned as I finished reading her email. I had never wanted anything more than I wanted a blow job from Kristen. However, with each passing day at ISAF HQ, the chances of that ever happening gradually faded. I responded to her email with a short sentence.

"I'll see you at 9."

After sending the email, I logged off and headed over to the driver's training classroom. There were about eight soldiers in the class and it went pretty smoothly. All day, I couldn't help but think about my rendezvous with Kristen later. After the training course was done, I went back to my office, printed the new licenses and hung out for an hour. I left all of the licenses on my desk and told another team member to hand them out if any of the soldiers who took the training earlier came by to get them. I then went back to my room and laid down. I didn't set my alarm clock. Soon I was fast asleep.

By the time I awoke, it was after 7:00. I then went to the DFAC and ate a quick dinner, before heading to the MWR room. It was pretty crowded due to a college basketball game. Once again, I perused the book shelf and found the biography of General Matthew B. Ridgeway, that I had started nearly a month earlier. I continued where I had left off. Before long, it was a quarter to nine. I closed the book, put it back on the shelf and began to head over to Kristen's barracks.

After arriving at the entrance to Kristen's barracks, I casually walked inside and made my way to her room on the third floor.

I knocked on the door and heard a faint "come in." I then opened the door, entered her room, and closed the door behind me.

Kristen was sitting on her bed with her back leaning against the head board reading a book. She was wearing her sexy grey and blue daisy duke shirts and a grey Army PT shirt. Her hair was down and I could tell she had recently showered since I could smell her grapefruit shampoo. She looked stunning, as always, even in just her PT clothes.

"I was beginning to think you might wimp out," she said with a smirk as she put a book mark in and closed her book.

"I always pay my debts," I replied with a smile.

"If only you were a Major, think of all the fun we could have," she said with a laugh.

"Ha ha ha," I said sarcastically. "You know I did more push-ups and sit-ups than you, right?"

She laughed as she sat up and moved to the edge of her bed.

I could feel my erection starting to grow.

"Why don't you get more comfortable," she said.

I then bent down took off my boots and then the rest of my uniform down to just my boxers.

At the same time, Kristen took her clothes off and was now completely nude and laying on the bed.

As always, my eyes were drawn to her hairy pubic area. I had told her numerous times how much it turned me on and I felt she had gradually become less self-conscious about it.

I slowly walked over and climbed on the bed. As I straddled her, I began kissing her neck and breasts; gradually making my down to her thighs. Soon my face was inches from her sex and I could smell the scent of her arousal.

As I contemplated my next course of action, I felt her hands on the top of my head as she gently pulled my face into her hairy sex.

For the next few minutes I teased and licked her wetness with my tongue and caressed her breasts with my free hands, until she was on the verge of an orgasm. When she finally came, her whole body spasmed and writhed under my mouth. After half a minute she stopped moving and lay there catching her breath. I wiped her wetness off my mouth with my wrist and scooted up the bed to lay next to her. Her face was flush as she lay on her back looking up at the ceiling.

By now my erection was throbbing and I casually slid my boxers off.

"I'm so ready to have you!" I said.

She turned her head to face me and I noticed a big grin on her face.

"Well, I hope you're a vivid dreamer, because tonight you're just here to hold up your end of our little bet," she said as she rolled over and sat up with her legs handing off the side of the bed.

She then grabbed a bottle of water sitting nearby on the night table, took off the cap and took a big swig before putting it back down and standing up.

"Ok, enough teasing, I'm ready to erupt over here," I joked.

She walked to her cupboard before turning to face me. She then stood there, fully nude with sweat glistening off her breasts, as if to taunt me even more.

"Oh, I'm not teasing, Sergeant. Always remember, I am a captain," she said with a smirk as she grabbed her robe and began to put it on.