Diary Of A Cadet Ch 05

Julie here with another story from my time as a cadet at a Senior Military College in the US. So this one jumps ahead a bit in my cadetship, but I wanted to share since one of you guys asked to hear this story...how I went from getting yelled at by my Cadre corporal to sleeping with him at his Ring Figure.

Before we get started, Ring Figure is a huge deal for us. It takes place in the fall of your junior year right around Thanksgiving, and is a super formal, traditional southern ball. Girls wear floor length white gowns (unless you're a female cadet), and male dates wear tuxedos. All the cadets wear starched white pants or long white skirts along with the grey wool jackets with gold buttons and embroidery that you see when you think traditional Military College uniforms. There's a dinner with your class on Thursday night, Friday you get your Ring in a formal ceremony, Friday night there's the ball, football game Saturday afternoon and a

pretty wild party Saturday night. All in all a crazy weekend to celebrate a huge milestone in your cadetship.

All throughout the first half of my freshman year, Corporal Hayes was the bane of my existence. He was my squad leader, my room inspector, the guy who yelled at me about my rifle drill and nitpicked every out of place piece of my uniform. He was also in my major, and thanks to a fair bit of AP credit on my part, was in most of my classes. There was no escape from his scrutinizing eye. But in moments of class I got to see behind the serious Cadre mask and saw a guy that talked about hiking on weekends, shooting guns back home, and being a pretty fun guy...not that this was in conversation directly with me, but what you hear in his conversations and when he talked to the whole class, he just seemed pretty down to earth.

Just after Christmas freshman year, you

finish up the initial training and become a full fledged member of the corps of cadets. Your Cadre go from mean instructors to chill dudes that take accountability at formation. Corporal Hayes became Nate from calculus overnight. There's still restrictions about freshmen and upperclassmen relationships, but I was quickly part of his study group and on Facebook we started to get to see parts of eachother's lives that were a mystery before.

We kept in touch over the summer, talking a few times a week about vacations, summer jobs and just random selfies, being goofy kids, not serious military cadets, and by August, I was actually pretty excited to see Nate and out friend group from our major. Yes, Taylor and I were intimate with eachother by this point, but neither of us were looking to be "out" or in anything committed. So returning to school to a handsome guy that could either be a great friend or a romantic interest turned into an exciting

prospect for me.

Nate's family had been attending our school for generations. It's just what they did. Graduate highschool, go to our school, go into business in VA and sometimes into local and state politics. Nate's family owned a little cabin/bunkhouse outside of town on a decent sized plot of woods with a stream out back. It was little more than 2 bunk rooms and small master bedroom, with an open common area that flowed into a kitchen and bathroom on the end, but it became our go to hang out spot to get away on weekends, especially after football games when his parents would come up and take us all out to dinner and then spend time st the cabin until curfew called us back.

Around late September, Nate the topic of Ring Figure dates became a frequent topic of conversation in our group, as the boys all tried to find girls to go to the ball with them (it's not that difficult, but they're someone

that will be in all your ring figure photos forever so you don't want a random girl off the street). One night working on homework, Nate asked me if I had any friends at other colleges that would be willing to go with him (I'd already hooked up 2 guys I was in ROTC with with friends I went to highschool with). I told him that unfortunately I didn't, but as I was a sophomore not a junior, I didn't have any plans that night.

A bit shocked, Nate was like, "wait, did you just ask me to my own ring figure "...No Nate, I just suggested that I was available. He got the hint and stuttered out a "wanna go to ring figure with me" loud enough for the people down the aisle at the next study table to give a mix of "awwwwws" and cheers mixed with good natured shit giving about how clueless Nate was. He'd had a date right in front of him almost every night for the last 2 weeks that he had been stressing over this. Like all good gossip at our small school, "Nate

asking out the sheed (female cadet) from his old squad" became the hot topic of the day. I was kinda unsure about that actually. Were we a thing? Were we partners for a dance? Were we dating? Who knows. All I knew is I was going to ring figure with my good friend, former Cadre member, and all around handsome guy that I was definitely attracted to. I guessed I'd figure out how far the romance piece would go after the Ball.

The next few weeks flew in a rush. Nate took me to dinner a few times and we occasionally held hands walking in town. A time or two, we kissed goodnight and there was definitely a feeling of mutual attraction, but how far would he dare to take it, who knows. We made plans for the weekend: hit the Ball and then head back to his parent's cabin instead of hitting the hotel party with the rest of his incredibly drunk classmates. I got a feeling I knew where this could go, and made plans of my own in case things went where I hoped they would.

The night of the Ball rolled around and I got dressed into my floor length white skirt, 3-inch patent leather heels, and the grey wool coat adorned with rows of gold buttons and interlaced embroidery. My wavy black hair was pulled back into a picturesque bun, and i had on just enough makeup to hide my belmishes without looking plastic. I wore a pair of diamond stud earrings, and I had even splurged on a manicure with french tips, because ring figure was certainly due to feature plenty of pictures with hands and rings. Underneath, just in case things went where I hoped, I put on a red lace pushup bra that gave a lift to my moddest C cup breasts and clearly displayed my dark pink nipples through the thin sheer fabric. A small yellow lace thong that rode high on my hips, coming to a high V between my legs, barely covering my freshly waxed bikini area and came to a thin string in the back went under my skirt. I hoped the effect of my pale, toned stomach

between the red bra and yellow thong would be a cute touch of our school pride with colors that we sing about in our fight song at sporting events saying "Red, White, and Yellow floats on high..."

Nate picked me up from my room and we walked across campus to the convention center and ball room. While I was definitely a bit jealous of the girls who got to wear some truly beautiful dresses, Nate made me feel like a true princess, offering me his arm as we walked through the sabre arch and into the dance. Hours passed in a blur as we slow danced the night away with our friends and their dates. I forgot that I was the sophomore at the junior class function, and just got lost in my date's arms and intoxicating touch. As the night drew to a close and the last slow dances found us sharing light soft kisses on the dance floor, Nate and I finally decided to head back to his parent's cabin to call it an evening.

All along the drive over, there was a feeling of tension, like we didn't know how far things were about to go. We rolled in parked the car and like a gentleman, Nate carried my overnight bag inside. Then there was the awkward...okay...next is....? I was in a mood. I had an incredibly attractive guy that I was genuinely good friends with alone in a cabin after a hugely important milestone and he was being respectful an not pressuring me into anything. So basically I wanted everything. I decided to make the decision for us and see if he had any objections

I asked Nate if he minded if I slipped into something more comfortable. He handed me my overnight bag and opened the door to the master bedroom, giving me a private place to change. Without missing a beat, I took Nate's hand and pulled him inside with me, guiding him to the edge of the bed and having him sit down. "I didn't say you couldn't watch" I said as I slowly unzipped my long white skirt, letting it pool on the floor before stepping out

of it, closer to Nate at the edge of the bed, my yellow lace thong nearly at eye level with him in my patent leather heels. After pausing to let him take in the effect, I guided Nate's hands to the bottom button of my coatee, asking if he would care to help with my buttons as I did.

Still sitting on the edge of the bed, Nate slowly undid the buttons of the grey wool jacket, placing kisses along my bare hips, tummy and up towards my breats as he did. Eventually while sitting, he ran out of buttons he could reach, so I slowly dropped to my knees between his legs as he unbuttoned the top three. I slid off my jacket, revealing the red lace pushup bra that was doing little to conceal my aroused nipples behind the sheer fabric. Recognizing the teasing position I was now in, I ran my hand across the bulge now evidence of Nate's appreciation of my comfy clothes and told him it was his turn before standing up, doing a little twirl in my red lace

pushup, yellow lace thong, and black patent heels, and taking him by the hand to stand him up.

My lips quickly found Nate's as he pulled me into a tight embrace, my barely covered butt cupped firmly in his strong hands as I frantically undid the buttons of his coatee while our tongues intertwined. In a whirlwind his coat was gone, pants were on the floor and my handsome Cadre corporal turned ring figure date was in his boxers in front of me and I'm in a bra and thong. Oh what difference a few months can make. I pushed him back onto the bed, climbed on top of him, straddling him with only a thin strip of lace and his boxers separating us as I kissed his lips before slowly moving my way down his neck, his chest, abs, and eventually reaching the hem of his remaining garment, slipping them off with my teeth.

I kissed my way up his inner thighs, looking up at his face, his growing arousal evident

between us. When I reached his hardened length, I took him in one hand and ran my tongue along his length from base to tip before slowly lowering my head over the tip, bobbing up and down as I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth and down my throat, gagging slightly as I reached his base, leaving thick streams of saliva behind as I came up for a breath. Deciding to be bold, I lower my head down further, stroking his now saliva slippery shaft with one hand as I run my tongue along the center of his sack, and then moving still lower, teasing the sensitive skin before his hole with my tongue. Nate let out a gasp of pleasure as I teased his entrance with the tip of my tongue for a few firm strokes before moving back up to lick his shaft a few more times, prepping it for still more to come....cum...come.

Before crawling on top of my lover, I seductively slip off my yellow lace thong, toss it to the corner, leaving me in my red lace

pushup bra and black leather heels. Straddling Nate as he grabs my butt, staring up at me and I, in the sultriest voice I can muster, softly moan for Nate to "please fuck me corporal Hayes" as I rub 3 fingers between my legs, grinding my clit against my fingers as my arousal builds. Nate reaches for his shaft, and we hold hands as we align his tip against my entrance. I want this. I lower myself onto him, soaked and eager from the building anticipation. He grabs my hips and begins to pump a steady rhythm into me as I lean down to kiss his perfect lips. I moan into his mouth as he buries himself again and again and again, bringing me ever closer to my release.

I break our kiss, leaning back on my hands, exposing myself to him, letting him watch his length thrust in and out of me as I grind my hips in rhythm to his, building pleasurable friction against my core while keeping him deep inside me. Drawing me down to him in a sudden pull, Nate is thrusting into my soaked

vagina faster still, my inner muscles clenching around his length as I cry out in total bliss as my orgasm breaks with his firm hands grasping my butt from below, spreading me wide as his thrusts hit every single inch of me, stimulating me to my core.

Before I can catch my breath, Nate pushes me back off of him and I find myself spread eagle in the center of the bed with Nate kneeling between my legs. He's stroking himself over me and it's the hottest situation I could have imagined for us when I met him as my corporal just over a year ago. I moan for him to "cum for me baby" and one, two, three and a fourth thick rope of cum sprays from his tip, landing on my breasts, stomach, and finally just on top of my bikini line, dripping down and mixing with my own arousal between my folds.

Breathless and covered in cum, I ask Nate if he would like to get into comfy clothes too.

We burst out laughing and the sexual tension fades, leaving us to goof off and actually enjoy having the place to ourselves for the night...and mess around a bit more, but that's to be expected.

I hope you enjoyed! Be sure to let me know how I can improve my writing! <3 Julie