Hey everyone! This is Chapter 2 of my not so safe for work diary as a cadet at a Senior Military College. Be sure to catch up with Part 1 for a lot of the back story! Without further ado, please enjoy Part 2! <3 Taylor
The morning after my explicit email to Chase, detailing how I masturbated in the shower thinking of him that lead to a confession that I wanted more for us than just a date, I was nervously awaiting my first class of 4 today with Chase to see what he would do in person. In each of the classes, he was his polite, friendly, charming self and made me laugh and smile with every interaction. But he didn't ask the question. Over email last night we had talked about being a couple and he said tomorrow. Well tomorrow is now today and you still aren't my boyfriend do what's wrong? Did you have second thoughts come the light of day? I sat through 4 frustrating classes with the question left unasked and went to practice somewhat perturbed, but I couldn't show it because the rules say I'm not supposed to be dating anyway.
By the time I met Chase at the entry to the library for our post-dinner homework session, I was tense. How long would we not talk about this? Instead of taking us up the stairs to the 3rd level and our usual study spot, Chase leads me down the stairs to the basement floor of the library, a deserted level that has a low ceiling that makes you just feel slightly claustrophobic. We set our bags down at an empty table in the far corner of the floor, furthest away from the stairs and then Chase breaks our prolonged silence. "Taylor, will you be my girlfriend?" Are the first words out of Chase's mouth as he looks down into my eyes standing at the end of a row of shelves. I immediately pull him into a bear hug and squeak out an excited"yes!" as I rest my head against his chest and he rests his chin on top of my curly brown hair pulled back in a neat bun. I look up at him smiling and he takes my chin in his hand and plants a firm but loving kiss on my lips and I melt. Two more soft kisses follow behind and I don't want to break apart, but remember where we are and pull away. I'm breathlessly smiling, taking in my new boyfriend that has to remain a secret until after we finish training in January, 4 long months away.
Chase and I don't get much homework done, but we talk and talk. I tell him how Julie and I have agreed to help each other's romantic exploits and I tell him how much I wish I could do more with him. We promise eachother to figure it out. In the mean time I ask him if I could maybe see a shirtless picture of him that's just for me so i don't have to keep using his publicly available Facebook beach vacation album to see my boyfriend out of uniform. He quickly agrees and says I'll get a present from him the next time his roommates are out and he gets a free moment of time with his computer in the absence of his phone. Totally understandable and I promise to return the favor if that's something he'd like. As it approaches lights out time, when we have to be back in our rooms, I reluctantly pack up and give my boyfriend one last kiss for the road before we walk back to barracks. I can't help but smile when I see Chase look over to my room when he gets around the back side of the landing to his, making sure I made it back to my room without getting yelled at by a random patrolling member of cadre.
The next 2 days of classes go by in a blur of excitement that I have a boyfriend, Cadre ramping up the pressure at inspections and college classes becoming more and more like you hear...difficult. Practice is going well and I'm excited for my first collegiate race coming up in just over a week...Chase is probably even more excited about it than me because "my girlfriend is a college athlete and I'm a band geek"....easy Chase, I'm a runner...we're like the band geeks of college athletics lol Chase gets to march in his first full dress parade, where the whole student body marches out, goes through some rifle drills, and then marches past the Superintendent in a formal pass in review before heading back to barracks. As a drummer, Chase has a really big part in this because all 1600 cadets march to the drum, not a cadence being called like you hear in military movies. I'm down at practice so I miss out but I sneak a visit to Facebook and watch some clips of it and I'm so proud of him. He's legitimately talented on the snare drums in ways I can't even wrap my head around.
After the parade, I get an email with pictures of Chase with his white dress shirt unbuttoned without an undershirt underneath, a second with the shirt removed completely, and a third with his black leather belt undone, his pants unzipped and riding low on his hips teasing me. Hot. So hot. I don't know how I'm going to compare to that. Seriously, military college isn't exactly full of lingerie and sexy outfits so I've got to figure out some creative sexy. I opt to go in the same vein as Chase, also starting off in my white, short-sleeved dress shirt open down the front without an undershirt, letting him get a peak at the plain white bra holding my B cup breasts. Next I remove my shirt and undo the belt and zipper on my white dress pants, posing in my bra, and finally, I ditch the bra all together, push my pants and generic black athletic briefs down my hips to the lowest I'd ever wear a pair of bikini bottoms, and while covering my breasts with a hand bra, blow Chase a kiss and send him and email telling him how hot I think he is, and the things he does to me. Within minutes, I get an email of how I'm the hottest woman alive. Thanks Chase, you're very sweet, but I do blush, loving the feeling of being wanted.
Julie is craving the same thing I want with Chase with Eric. Alone time. But how? Between no real privacy in the barracks and no way to just escape for a day, how are supposed to get time to even just make out or something, let alone take things further. That's when it dawns on me. Running. Going on some of my runs, there's definitely trails through the woods around campus that I've never seen a soul om. What if one evening, we went on a quick run while all the upper classmen are out in town for the evening. It could work? Worst case I get to go on a run with my boyfriend. I shoot Chase an email to meet me at the trail head after dinner instead of heading straight to the library like we usually do. Ever the nervous band geek, he makes me promise that no cross country workouts will be involved. I laugh out loud and tell him not to be a baby.
After dinner, I change into my workout clothes, a pair of red cross country running shorts that have maybe a 3 inch inseam, a black cross country t shirt, with a plain black sports bra and a black athletic thong underneath. I slip on my Hoka running shoes and head out to the trailhead in the woods behind campus. A few minutes later, Chase comes running up the hill in his university standard black PT shorts and grey PT shirt. I tell him to keep heading down the trail as he passes, promising to catch him in a minute as I continue my stretching routine, not wanting to be seen entering the woods together by the occasional passer by. After giving him a little head start, I start off down the trail, thinking of a quick off shoot that loops up into the woods a bit before cutting back down to the main trail that might afford us more privacy. As I catch up to him, I playfully slap his butt and tell him to follow me up the off shoot. Once there, maybe 100 yards up off the main trail, I stop us and jump up into Chase's arms, finally able to show him affection away from every prying eye and rule against relationships.
