As a female Army recruit, I leaned very quickly that girls cannot show any emotion in the Army. It is a sign of immaturity and a weakness. And, if a female soldier showed any weakness, I quickly leaned, there was always someone close by who would try and take advantage of that weakness.
I was not a virgin when I entered the Army at nineteen. I was, however, very naive when it came to sex and I soon learned that at one point or another, sexual frustrations boil over, for both male and female soldiers. I lost two good basic trainee friends, in basic training after they were found sleeping nude together in the same bunk. Then, in Advanced Individual Training, called AIT, I almost got gang raped by a group of guys one night. I could probably handle two of three, but this was an out of control group of about ten guys and there was no way I would dare try and do ten guys.
Once I got my unit assignment, I started to let my guard down a little, since I was now used to the Army life and what was expected of me. What I wasn’t prepared for, was dealing with a platoon leader who was overly aggressive in his approach to doing things.
I had been taught to always respect the rank of those over me, especially officers, who could apparently do nothing wrong. Lieutenant Crawley, Adam Crawley, was always deep in my stuff, asking me how I could pass basic and AIT and be so forgetful.
“I’m a blonde, sir,” I explained. “We are supposed to forget shit.”
My irreverent attitude did not endear me to my platoon leader, who was simply a few years older than me. He was ruggedly handsome, but all Army. He didn’t play favorites and he was always popping up when I least expected it, which I hated. I know how to do my job and I know how to do it well, but the Lieutenant had a different idea about how things were supposed to be done. I confided to my platoon sergeant about the Lieutenant always coming down on me for the littlest of things, like a button not buttoned, or my hair not being work to his standards. Army regulations are very specific about the wearing of one’s hair, but the Lieutenant had his expectations which didn’t always mesh with the regulations and I hated it. The platoon sergeant said he would talk with the Lieutenant.
I thought for sure that having the platoon sergeant talk with the Lieutenant would make things easier, but the exact opposite happened.
Lieutenant Crawley called me into his office. I was nervous, but confident I could deal with whatever he might throw at me. I stood at attention and rendered the appropriate hand salute as the Lt. sat behind his desk.
“I wanted to ask you,” the Lt. started, “What’s your problem with me?”
I was shocked. My problem with him? He was the one always berating me and hovering over me.
“Well, sir,” I began, “You are always on me about anything and I feel like I can’t meet your demands and expectations.”
“Soldier,” he replied, “It is my job to make sure you are battle ready and capable of handling the stress of battle. If you can’t handle what I am throwing at you, I am afraid you’ll fail the team when we need you to be there at a critical moment.”
I knew that was coming and I felt like his statement was a cover for something else. Just what, I didn’t know.
“Sir,” I replied, “I can do the job. I will not fail you.”
The Lt. was very direct. “When I see an unbuttoned button on your uniform, like I do now, I have to wonder if you even pay attention to details,” he replied.
I looked down at my uniform top. Dammit. One freaking button was unbuttoned. The Lieutenant stood up and walked to where I was standing. He stood directly in front of me, looking straight at me, nose to nose, only inches from me. His steely blue eyes were piercing. The drill sergeants had been intimidating, but not like this man. He was all Army and very direct.
“I am responsible,” he said sternly, “for your life and your well-being.”
Sir, yes sir,” I dutifully replied.
He retreated back to his desk and dismissed me.
“Sir,” I said, “Can I ask you a question?”
“What is it?” He shot back.
“I was going to ask you, sir, if my well-being included my happiness, but I already know the answer, so I have to ask a different question. . .” I let my voice trial off.
“What’s the question?” he demanded.
I chuckled and asked,
“Did you know your fly might be open?”
He quickly glanced down at his crotch to check his fly and before he could say anything, I quickly asked remarked,
“Sir, I didn’t say it was open, I simply asked if you knew whether or not your fly might be open,” I opined.
The Lt. glared back at me in silence. He knew I had him. He was a smart guy. Suddenly his entire demeanor changed.
“Okay, soldier,” he replied, “You got me. But this doesn’t change my role and responsibility.”
I rendered a smart hand salute, a perfectly executed about face maneuver and started to depart the office.
“Hold up,” the Lt. remarked. “Close the door.”
I closed the door to his office and spun around to face him. He was very red-faced.
“I have to ask you something very personal,” he said, shifting his stance behind his desk.
I waited for his question.
“Do you always look at guys crotches?”
“No sir,” I dutifully replied. “I was only trying to make a point.”
The lieutenant then asked me if I had a boyfriend.
No, sir,” I dutifully replied. I didn’t think much about the question or find it inappropriate. I figured he was simply trying to figure out some of my personal intricacies.
“Why not?” he pressed.
“I’ve simply been too busy with my Army life to have time to date anyone,” I replied.
“You need to develop some relationships away from the Army,” The Lt. replied.
I agreed with him one hundred per cent, but I was always being tagged for some type of extra duty and I hadn’t built up enough time in service to get out of all the extra duty assignments that were being forced on to me. I explained the dilemma to him and to my surprise, he said he would have a chat with the platoon sergeant.
“If I get you some time off,” he said, “You have to promise me that you’ll pursue something or someone outside of the Army life in your spare time.”
I was all for that. He smiled and said he would work on the issue of putting so much pressure on me.
“It’s just that I have a job to do,” he reemphasized.
I acknowledged his statement. I looked down at the unbuttoned button on my uniform jacket and told him I’d work more diligently to insure I was properly buttoned up. To my surprise, he walked out from behind his desk and over to where I stood by the door that lead out of his office. He looped a lone finger into the opening of my uniform jacket created by the unbuttoned button.
“I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you,” he surmised. “Buttons help keep things in place for a reason.”
His closeness drove me insane. Despite of his demeanor and directness, I found him charmingly handsome and very alluring. His mere presence commanded respect. I had to catch myself and remember that he was my commanding officer.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I nervously replied, as I took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I dutifully replied. I was not okay, and I knew it. My womanly feelings of lust were running rampant and I wanted him to simply grab me and kiss me or do something outlandishly bold.
He stood in front of me in silence, looking straight at me, expressionless. Dammit. Why couldn’t I read his mind? The pause and the silence were killing me. Part of me said to simply turn and leave and part of me said “No, be brave and take your chance.”
“Am I dismissed?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied. A flood of emotions raged within me. I was mad at myself, and relieved at the same time, for putting myself in an awkward position of assuming there might be something there, when there probably wasn’t.
As I turned the doorknob to leave the Lieutenant’s office, he softly muttered.
“But you can stay and chat if you want.”
Dammit. Why did I have to hear him?
I turned and faced the inevitable.
“Sir, this is not easy,” I muttered.
“What are you telling me?” he asked, standing stoic and tall, right in front of me.
“I don’t know, sir,” I nervously replied, looking straight ahead, trying to avoid his steel blue eyes.
“Is there something bothering you?” he asked.
Oh God, yes! My mind was racing ahead, ten thousand miles an hour. Just touch me. Let me know there is a mutual feeling here. Do something!
“Not really, sir,” I replied. I was lying and he knew it. I could sense that he knew it.
“Then, why are you still standing here?” he dutifully asked.
“I don’t know, sir,” I replied.
I was in a mental tug-of-war. Do I tell him I think he is a hunk and then have him think I am a stupid for falling for him, or do I save face and simply walk out, while I could?
“Would you like to sit and chat?” he pressed.
Hell no! I want to freaking jump your ass.
“Maybe so,” I replied as I took up a seat in a chair stationed in front of his desk.
“I need to bounce something off of you… a personal issue of sorts,” I said.
The Lieutenant sat on the front of his desk and as he did, he began to unbutton his Army uniform blouse.
“Oh God, no,” I silently thought to myself as I watched him peel off his uniform top, as he remarked,
“I hope you don’t mind me getting a little bit more comfortable. It’s a little warm in here.”
His skin-tight Army brown t-shirt clung to his chiseled body. Oh my God. This certainly didn’t help me any.
“I hope you don’t mind me sharing some personal issues with you,” I began.
“Not at all,” he replied, tossing his Army uniform blouse to on to a nearby couch he had in his small office. I watched in silence as he un-bloused his trousers from above his boots and then unlaced his boots.
“So, what is this personal issue you have?” he asked, looking in my direction as he worked on his boot laces.
“Well sir. .” I began slowly, my voice trialing off. I paused as I tried to measure my words.
“Go on,” he amusingly replied. It was as if he wanted to hear all the sordid items rolling around in my head.
“Well, sir . .” I said again, “I think I have a thing for another Army soldier, and he is above my pay grade.”
The Lieutenant dropped a boot off his foot and worked at the laces to his other booted foot.
“Is the guy in your chain of command?” the Lieutenant asked.
When I didn’t respond, the Lieutenant looked up at me, still fiddling with the laces on his boot. I stared straight ahead without responding.
“Well?” he pressed.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I dutifully replied.
He kicked off the second boot.
“Well, soldier,” the Lieutenant replied. “You know what the UCMJ says about fraternization, right?”
“Sir, yes sir,” I replied.
The Lieutenant stood up and proceeded to silently strip out of his t-shirt. Holy shit! I had to close my eyes.
“So, let me ask you a question,” he said as he stripped in front of me.
“If the UCMJ didn’t stand in the way, would you go after this dream guy?” he asked, tossing his t-shirt on to his couch.
“In a heartbeat,” I replied.
The Lieutenant sat back on the edge of his desk, shirtless and bare breasted and stared at me.
“So, let me get this straight,” He said matter-of-factly. “There is someone in our platoon you have the hots for and he out-ranks you?”
“Yes,” I replied, fanning myself with a fast wave of my hand.
“It is a little warm in here,” the Lieutenant replied, “feel free to get ore comfortable, if you want.”
“Can I un-blouse?” I asked.
“Sure,” he replied. “Get comfortable.”
As I unbuttoned my blouse, the Lieutenant peppered me with questions.
“Does the guy you like know that you like him?” he pressed.
“I don’t know,” I replied as I unbuttoned my last button.
The Lieutenant slipped from his perch on his desk edge and extended his hand in my direction. I slipped out of my Army BDU blouse and handed it to him. He silently tossed my Army BDU blouse on the couch.
He returned to his perch on the front edge of is desk. Oh God, I was about to melt right there. He ran his hand through his short cropped black hair and casually remarked, with a cock of his head,
“You know something, specialist, you’re a pretty cute soldier.”
“Well, sir,” I replied, “I was am a woman before I am a soldier.”
“Yes, you are,” the Lieutenant acknowledged. “Yes, you are.”
“And sir,” I replied, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a ruggedly handsome guy, sir.”
“Thanks,” he replied. “The Army has a way of toning one up.”
“Tell me about it,” I replied. “I haven’t been this physically fit, ever!”
The Lt. smiled.
“Stand up,” he said, “Let me check you out.”
I dutifully stood up and spread my hands outwards, palms up.
“Turn around,” he instructed.
I slowly turned around and then I looked back over my shoulder in his direction. He was all smiles.
“Nice firm ass,” he remarked.
It was now or never. I took two steps backwards in his direction, watching his gaze. I silently placed my hands on his knees, as I backed my ass in towards where he sat on the edge of the desk. His hands found their way on to mine, as I silently wiggled my ass up against him. I took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled.
I took one of his hands in mine and placed his hand on my ass, squeezing his hand in mine. I peered across my shoulder into the Lt.’s blue eyes. My mouth was cotton dry.
“You know you’d like it,” I whispered. I reached behind me and felt for his manhood, as I pushed myself between his parted legs and up against his crotch.
He silently lopped his arms around me and pulled me in closer. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. That was all it took. Oh my God.
I spun around and placed my hand on his bare hairless chest, pressing myself up against him. I looked right into his Adonis-like blue eyes and told him that if he didn’t fuck me, I was going to fuck him. He silently slipped his hands up under my Army t-shirt and on to my sides.
“You know,” he whispered, “This could be dangerous for both of us.”
“You know,” I replied, as I groped his rapidly expanding cock through the course fabric of his Army BDU trousers, “Rank has its privileges, so I think you should exercise your privilege.”
