Basic Training

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 gotten 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.

“She might be built like Wonder Woman, but she’s still a
bitch!” Gia said to herself as she made an entry in the logbook.
The same entry she had made every hour for the last four.
Nothing to report.

She was just about to start another useless survey of the
empty bed bays when a knock sounded on the door. Her first
thought was that it was Alexander or one of the other Sergeants,
stopping by to check up on her, better yet, to catch her in making
a mistake that might get her sent back in training.