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The Following Is A Story That Was
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            Basic Training
	    by Ann Douglas
          (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part One

        After five and a half weeks of sharing her
quarters with 50 other girls, Gia Mazzini found
the long empty bays unnaturally empty as she
walked through them.  It was the first time since
she arrived at Lackland Air Force base over a
month before that she had been totally alone.
        Still there was something to be said for
privacy.  Everyone else was spending this fine
warm Saturday in San Antonio, enjoying their first
off-the-base pass.  Gia, unfortunately, had pissed
off her Sergeant enough to be assigned Dorm
Guard duty instead.  As if the empty quarters
really needed guarding!  She could understand it
at night, when the Dorm Guard stood the
traditional fire watch, but during the day it was
just wasting time.
        The worst thing about basic training, at
least in Gia’s humble opinion, was the lack of
sexual relief.  Although it only lasted six weeks, it
seemed like an eternity to her.  Many nights she
could hear a few of the girls pleasuring themselves
in their beds.  Sometimes, in the middle of the
night, she would see someone get up and sneak
off to the bathroom.  A few nights pulling a shift
as Dorm Guard told her that they were more
interested in privacy than use of the common
facilities.  It was on one of those nights that she
had watched Holly.
        Holly Wellington was 18 years-old, six
years younger than Gia.  In many ways, they were
as opposite as two women could be, both in
physical attributes and personality.  Holly had
light, almost pale skin, coupled with straight blond
hair that hung as long as military regulations
would allow.  Even then, it was always tied up in
a bun.
        Gia, on the other hand, had very short
curly black hair, short enough that they didn’t
even have to cut it when she reported in. In
addition, her skin was a rich olive brown, the
result of a mixed Mediterranean heritage.  Gia was
also a good half foot taller at 5’9”, and had a bust
twice Holly’s B-cup.
         Gia was self confident and aggressive,
while Holly was somewhat passive.  Gia was from
the big city while Holly was from a small town.  In
every way, Holly was the type of girl who made
Gia’s panties wet every time she saw her.
        Gia Mazzini had known she was interested
in girls as well as guys since she was 15 years old.
In fact, her first three sexual experiences had been
with other girls in the neighborhood.  She found it
to be a great advantage.
         Too many of her friends had been
knocked up or worse, simply because they were
horny and their boyfriends were all too macho to
use a condom.  She and her best friend Maria used
to double date all the time.  Many nights they’d
sent their boyfriends home to jerk themselves off,
then spent the rest of the night taking care of each
other.
        It was one of those old girlfriends from the
neighborhood that first suggested joining the Air
Force.  Older than Gia, Angela Martin had been in
the service a little over five years now and loved
it.  She had assured Gia that there were plenty of
opportunities to be with other women, as long as
you were careful about it.
        Standing there at the head of the empty
sleeping bay, Gia hoped Angela had been telling
her the truth.  She definitely couldn’t take four
years without the touch of another woman.  Not
when just a few weeks was driving her out of her
mind.
        Sliding her hand past the waistband of her
dark blue pants, Gia thought about the night two
weeks ago when she caught Holly playing with
herself in the bathroom.  It had been two in the
morning when she watched her get up.  It was the
fourth time that week Holly had made a bathroom
run in the middle of the night.

        “Either she has an incredibly weak
bladder,” Gia thought. “Or something’s happening
in that bathroom that I might be interested in.”
        She gave Holly five minutes, more than
enough time to take care of an actual nature call.
The large communal bathroom was removed from
the twin living bays by a long hall.  Gia tried to
walk as quietly as she could as she traced Holly’s
steps.  She also turned off the flashlight that she
was normally supposed to use to make her
rounds.
        Stepping into the bathroom, she quickly
checked the shower room.  Gia really didn’t
expect to find her in there, but you never know.
Walking over to the long row of bathroom stalls,
Gia bent down and looked down the length of the
room.  Sure enough, Holly was in the last stall.
Gia took that as a good sign.  By common
agreement, the girls were supposed to use the first
stall by the door if they had to go during the night.
That way, one of them could rush in there and
clean it if someone pulled a surprise early morning
inspection.  That had happened twice already this
month.
        “I guess the last stall has the most
privacy.” Gia thought as she quietly walked down
the row.
        The tall woman paused one stall from the
end and switched on her flashlight.  Then in a
single motion, she pulled open the door and shone
the light inside.  It revealed exactly what she had
hoped to find.

        Holly sat on the bowl, her back pressed
against the tile wall and her legs stretched out in
each direction. Her green PC T-shirt with 3708
BMTS stenciled across it was pulled up over her
small breasts as one hand played with her right
nipple.  Her white panties were dangling around
her left ankle.  Her eyes were tightly shut and she
had three fingers deep inside of her lightly haired
pussy.




        “What’s going on here?”  Gia asked in an
authoritative voice as she shined the light in
Holly’s face.
        The look on Holly’s face was one of utter
mortification. The color drained away so rapidly
that Gia feared for a moment that Holly might
faint.
        “It’s okay.”  Gia said quickly, trying to
calm the girl down.  “I just thought something
might be wrong since you were in here so long.”
she lied.
        Only Holly’s passive nature and relative
inexperience let Gia get away with what she was
doing.  Gia knew that if one of the other girls had
burst in on her while she was getting off, she
would’ve been quick to tell her to fuck off.  Either
that or ask her if she’d like a lick.
        “It’s okay.”  Gia repeated gently stroking
Holly’s hair, worn loose during the night. “You
weren’t doing anything that we all haven’t done at
one time or another.”
        “Really?”  Holly asked as if other girls
doing it had never occurred to her, making Gia
think that maybe this might not be such a good
idea after all.
        Then she looked down and got her first
really good look at Holly’s almost hairless pussy.
The older girl had never heard a female version of
the phrase "a stiff dick has no conscience” but if
one existed it would accurately describe how she
felt right now.
        “There’s nothing wrong with making
yourself feel good.” Gia soothed, taking hold of
Holly’s hand and repositioning it back over the
damp cunt.  “If I’d known what you were doing in
here, I’d never have bothered you.”
        Holly smiled with trusting eyes, her
apprehension now gone.
        “In fact,” the dark haired woman said as
she held Holly’s hand and gently rubbed it against
the girl's clit.  “I’d even have been willing to help
you a little.”
        “Help me?”  Holly's whisper was a mixture
of curiosity and confusion.
        “The way that many women help each
other when there’s no men around.”  Gia
continued to massage Holly's pussy with her own
hand.  “Would you like me to show you?”
        Holly hesitated for a few long moments,
doubtlessly recalling, Gia thought, the speech they
were given when they first entered basic about the
military’s prohibition on same-sex relationships.
        “It’s not like we’re lesbians or anything
like that.”  Gia reassured her.  “We’re just friends
helping each other out.  Many girls do it.  I’ve
seen them.”
        While Holly sat wondering if that little
piece of information was indeed true, Gia upped
the ante.  Gently, almost too subtle for the girl to
notice, she slid her hand under Holly’s and began
rubbing a middle finger against the younger clit.
        The experienced touch evoked an
immediate response. Feeling Holly’s resistance to
her presence fade away, Gia slid her index finger
into the younger pussy. With a practiced skill she
began to twirl that around as well.
        It was too late for Holly to think
rationally. Gia’s ministrations had taken control of
her body.  Oblivious to anything but the warm
sensations emanating from her pussy, she leaned
back once more and enjoyed the small climax that
wasn’t long in coming.
        A soft moan escaped Holly’s lips as Gia
felt the love tunnel contract around her fingers.  It
had only been a small orgasm, but it was enough
to show the advantage of having a friend.
        Not wanting to press her luck, lest
someone else need to use the bathroom, she
quickly helped Holly compose herself and sent her
back off to bed.  The older woman had to fight the
temptation to kiss the younger, but she knew that
would come soon enough if she played her cards
right.
        Standing alone in the empty lavatory, Gia
happily licked Holly’s juices off her fingers.  She
looked forward to a time she could sample that
sweet nectar at its source, a day she was sure
would soon arrive. She had seen it in Holly’s eyes.

        * * *

        "And today was supposed to be the day!"
Gia cursed silently.  In the past two weeks the two
women had stolen precious moments together,
each time being just a little more adventurous than
the last.  Gia had even managed to kiss Holly full
on the lips a few nights ago, an act that she had
always considered more intimate than licking out
another woman’s pussy -- not that she couldn’t
wait to do that with Holly either! She had told the
girl that they should use their brief pass off base to
get an out of the way motel room where they
could really consummate their relationship.  To
her delight, the younger girl had eagerly agreed.
        “Damn Sergeant Alexander!”  Gia
thought.  “The bitch has had it in for me since day
one, and was just looking for an excuse to stick
me with the duty today.”

        Elayne Alexander had been in the Air
Force for 19 of her 37 years.  The new recruits
didn't even had a chance to unpack their bags
before she appeared in the barracks and
announced she didn’t know what their candy
assed recruiter told them, but here at Lackland,
this was her Air Force and her word was God.
The sooner they understood that, the better they’d
all get along.  She also told them this was her last
training Flight as she was going on to a new
assignment in England after this, and she wasn't
going to stand for anyone ruining her perfect
record here at Lackland.
        Gia had commented softly and wryly, "I
joined the Air Force not the Marines."
        Sergeant Alexander heard it anyway and
the new recruit had spent her first night scrubbing
toilets.

        Back home, in her own neighborhood, Gia
might have tried to take someone like Sergeant
Alexander out back and beat the crap out of them.
Unfortunately, she knew that sort of behavior
wouldn’t work in the military.
         Besides, she wasn’t so sure she could take
the Sergeant in a fight, at least not a fair one.  The
redhead was just an inch taller than Gia, but a lot
more muscular.  Gia doubted there was an ounce
of fat anywhere on the drill instructor’s body,an
opinion recently formed from a first hand look.
        Last week, after they had come off the
obstacle course, all the girls had hit the showers
before the afternoon’s activities.  Normally, Gia
loved the time in the showers and the opportunity
to check out all the other girls. She made it a habit
to be next to a different girl each time.  Aside
from giving her a variety, it also helped her keep
her studies unnoticed.  The one girl she never
showered next to anymore, however, was Holly.
She didn’t trust herself not to stare at that soft
young body she would soon possess.
        Turning that afternoon to peek at Kathy
Summers under the shower next to her, Gia got
her shock of the month.  Only a few feet away,
standing as nude as she was, stood Sergeant
Alexander.
        Gia thought it strange that the non-com
was showering with the girls. After all, it wasn’t
like she had just run the obstacle course. Having
gottrn a good look at her antagonist, however, she
wasn’t about to complain.
        The image of Elayne Alexander in the raw
totally blew away the macho butch image Gia had
formed of her.  That image had been of a woman
who would’ve fit right in with those muscle-bound
weight lifter types she had seen on ESPN.  The
type that looked more like men than women.
        The reality was a soft, yet muscular body
that had both perfect tone and all the feminine
curves. A near prefect pair of rounded 34 inch
breasts stood out as the older woman ran a soapy
hand around them.  Turning to face the other way,
she revealed an ass just as perfect.  Gia wished she
could reach out and touch it.  Quickly she
reminded herself that she didn’t want to be seen
staring and turned the other way.
        Around her, she could hear showerheads
being shut off as some of the other women
finished their showers.  Wanting one more look,
she dropped her washrag and turned in Elayne ’s
direction to pick it up -- only to find herself inches
from the Sergeant's crotch.
        “Oh God!”  She gasped wordlessly as she
looked right at it.  “It’s shaved.”
        “Looking for something?”  She heard
Sergeant Alexander asked. A few of the closest
girls also turned at the sound of her voice.
        Recovering quickly, Gia picked up the
washrag and held it up for all to see.  Alexander
glanced at it a moment, then faced away and
ignored Gia.
        “Finish it up ladies! We’ve got other things
to get done today.” she called to the few women
still in there as she shut off the water and stepped
out the door.
        Gia took a few moments to compose
herself, then followed the other girls out.

                     *   *   *


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Ann Douglas Web Page

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