<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RQ6AqaB.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lieutenant Samantha Rand (Futa American Assault)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Barrack Main Hall<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Chatting with Riley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jena, Dawn, Jin, Riley<br/><br/>I sure did like the way Riley was gripping that pool stick.  Made me wonder how those soft little hands would looked wrapped around a different kind of shaft.<br/><br/>After Colonel Kyra Sayre welcomed us, answered our questions and gave us our orders, she dismissed us, which made Riley jump a bit.  Poor girl was nervous or distracted or both.  As she turned away, I noticed her take a peek down between my legs.  Those big brown eyes got bigger and browner as she saw the outline of my thickening, lengthening cock in my bodysuit.  Her jaw seemed to drop a bit as she gaped in surprised.<br/><br/><em>"I, um- Sorry!"</em><br/><br/>I just gave her a sweet little smile before following her back to our sleeping quarters.<br/><br/>Being a graduate from the naval academy, it had been years since I shared a bunk with one roommate, and a decade since I slept in the same room with a whole group during summer camp.  It was nice to be one of the grunts, if only for the conversations the ladies have as well as the chance to see everyone dressed in barely anything.<br/><br/>I pulled down the upper half of my bodysuit, exposing myself down to my waist except for a skimpy bra.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, Riley, I remember you.  Lieutenant Samantha Rand, but just call me Sam."</strong><br/><br/>I reached out to give her hand a shake.<br/><br/><strong>"I have some catching up I want to do with you, but let's get combat-ready first, okay?"</strong><br/><br/>I found a step stool and stood on it as I laid my own gear down on the upper bunk above Riley's.  I was sporting a nice semi-erection in my bodysuit, and with me elevated, my cock was just at the height of the pretty face of the girl who was the inspiration for it.<br/><br/>Most of my gear was already prepped, and I could probably get myself fully armed and equipped within a minute of the alarm going off.  I had been bending over at the waist a lot, my elbows on the mattress, shifting my weight from side to side, which just made my ass shift from left to right and back, putting on a nice show for Riley as well as Jena, Jin and Dawn behind me.<br/><br/>I couldn't help but overhear the three soldiers behind me.  I read all their files, and each had their strengths and weaknesses.<br/><br/>Jena was older but not necessarily wiser.  She seemed like a more extreme version of me - one who does as she likes but who was also a hell of an up-close-and-person fighter.  I loved that short hair on her head and that sexy Texan accent.  Writing messages on ammunition for aliens seemed like an odd practice, but if it made her shoot straighter, I was good with it.<br/><br/>For someone who seemed to lack a soldier's discipline, Dawn was doing what such a soldier would do without being told twice - getting her gear ready.  Maybe it wasn't the best arsenal - a rifle as old as grandparents and a machete?! - but she had a rep for being a hell of a long range shot.  Maybe the dog tags were real or maybe they were for show, but I was looking forward to having her pop alien heads and create pink mists - or green mists, or blue mists, or whatever color blood the aliens that day would have.<br/><br/>Jin seemed to be truly green and almost as out of her element as Riley was, but her heart was in the right place, and keeping us alive would be as important as making aliens dead.  She may have loved to play video games, but I felt like I<em>was</em>a video game heroine, considering the stuff I've done.<br/><br/>I caught a glimpse of Riley's cute little bottom wiggling as she took care of her M4A1, M9 and combat knife.  She had the same exact set of weapons I favored, and she stared at them the way she stared at me earlier.  I decided to break her trance.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, Riley, looks like you need some of these."</strong><br/><br/>I provided her with some fully loaded magazines - five for the assault rifle, two for the pistol.<br/><br/><strong>"Didn't expect to see you again."</strong><br/><br/>I thought about to the first and only time I met her.  It was a while ago.  Bunch of aliens came down and started causing trouble.  No rhyme or reason, it seemed.  Just to scare the hell out of the population.  But the time we arrived, the aliens had mostly already gone, leaving behind burning buildings and dismembered bodies in their wake.  Rumor was that some people were missing, maybe taken.  Everyone was dead or had just disappeared... except for Riley.<br/><br/>When we were assessing the destruction, I was doing some recon when I found Riley cornered by an alien about to do who knows what to her.  There were other aliens there, too, but all of them were dead, somehow.  She was exhausted and wounded, and would have met her end, but I distracted the alien, then killed it with a couple of bursts.<br/><br/>Riley was barely conscious when I picked her up in my arms and brought her back to get treatment.  After she was evacuated, I never thought I'd see her again.<br/><br/>But there she was now, right next to me, joining in on the fight.<br/><br/><strong>"So, how have you been, Riley?  What have you been up to?  And how did you end up here?"</strong><br/><br/>As she spoke, I focused on her pretty mouth, memorizing the different shapes her lips made, imagining them on and around my cock.  I could feel my nipples tightening and poking against the thin material of my bra, as well as my cock throbbing and becoming more obvious, the outline starting making a tent against the fabric.<br/><br/><strong>"Have you seen the showers, Riley?  Come on, you have to check them out."</strong><br/>