This is a work of fiction with just enough truthfulness to be believable. Anyone engaged in sexual activities are of at least 18 years of age.

It was February of 1988, I was a 19 year old Airman First Class in the USAF and a security policeman. I had just graduated from Air Base Ground Defense School at Ft. Dix, NJ. and flew home to visit my grandparents in Arkansas for two weeks before heading to my first duty assignment with the 3rd SPS, 3rd SPG at Clark AB in the Philippines.

My Aunt Kate met me at the Memphis Airport. When I greeted her, I embraced her and lovingly kissed her on the lips as her lover (which I was). "Kate," I bagan (I had dispensed with the Aunt over a month earlier after repeatedly ravishing her over New Years Eve and day), "I've missed you so much." Returning my kiss in kind, "I've missed you too, honey," she said. "I have something that I need to discuss with you in the car." "Okay," I said, "so why don't we get out of here?"

We walked hand in hand to the baggage claim, picked up my bags, and headed out to her jeep. Once the jeep was loaded, she drove us out of the parking lot, but she didn't speak until we were on the interstate. When she did, she said, "Honey, I have some good news, some bad news, and some news that I don't know whether it's good or bad." She didn't wait for me to tell her which I wanted first. "The good news," she said, glancing over at me, "is that we're pregnant." "Really," I asked, "does gramdma know?" "I called and told her earlier this week after I took a pregnancy test, and it came back positive." "I think that it's wonderful, Kate," I said, "I love you so much." "I love you too, honey." "So what's the bad news," I asked? "I teach at a private school with a morality clause and could be fired for being an unwed mother," she explained. "Oh, I see," I said, looking at her trying to judge her reaction. "Do you have a solution," I asked? "I do," she said, glancing back at me, "That's the part I don't know about." "So what's the solution," I asked? "We get married," she said. "Get married," I asked? "Yes," she said, "I have a plan."

She explained how the father of one of her problem students came to her the day after she took the pregnancy test and asked for her to pass his son. He even offered her a bribe to do so. Seems the bot was a senior student was the star Quarter Back on the school football team. He had a scholarship to Tennessee and would lose it if he flunked out of high school. She said that the father was a judge and that she had told him to keep his money, but that she needed a legal favor. She told him that she was pregnant and why she couldn't legally marry the father (me) and needed his help to fix things "legally" for us to get married. He'd happily agreed (the legal work was cheaper than a bribe). She then told me that we were going to buy wedding rings, that grandma was helping to oay for them, and that we'd be getting married the next day.

I sat in silence for a few minutes as I digested her last statement, and she continued driving down the interstate. She broke the silence, "Are you upset with that solution," she asked? "Oh, not at all, Kate," I said, laying a hand on her thigh. "I'm just processing it." "So what do you think," she asked? Having made my decision, I asked in a stern tone, "Pleaes pull over, Kate?" "Is something wrong," she asked with a worried tone as she pulled over? Once we were stopped, I turned to look her in the eyes, and took both of her hands in mine and asked, "Kaitlyn Anna Meier, would do me the honor of being my lawfully wedded wife?" With tears streaming down her cheeks, "Absolutely, honey, I'd love to be your wife," and we both leaned and kissed passionately.

We quickly got back on the interstate, drove to the mall, and purchased inexpensive ($1,000.00), ready-made gold wedding rings. We then went and got some takeout, headed to her apartment where we ate in the nude, and made love all night. The next morning, after we made love again, we had a few errands to run before our appointment with the judge (she'd taken two personal days off from her job at school).. We had discussed me setting my state residency in Tennessee. So I got a Tennessee driver's license, registered to vote, and a bank account, all using her address. We then headed to the courthouse for our appointment with the judge. He'd fast tracked our paperwork and marriage license. He had legally changed her last name from Meier to Meyer (they're both German last names, meaning Mayor), and after we signed everything in front of his stenographer/notary public, he then married the two of us, and we collected our papers, and headed back to our apartment to consumate our marriage.

We made love in as many positions as possible for the rest day. I dumped load after load of semen into her, and she loved it. The next day, we headed up to Eaker AFB in Arkansas to get my marriage paperwork turned in and to set my state residency to Tennessee. The folks at customer service weren't particularly happy that I was turning in the paperwork while on leave and in transit between bases but accepted it anyway. With all of the paperwork turned in, Kate got her military spouse's ID card issued, and we headed back home.

During that leave, I never got to see my grandparents because it was my honeymoon, and grandma was fine with it. After my two weeks were up, Kate took me back to the airport, and I left my pregnant bride crying after I kissed her lovingly good bye and headed to the Philippines on a two year tour.

End of part 7, part 8 soon