In June of 1992 I left home for basic training. I don't think I have ever been so afraid in all my life. After three days in a reception center, I was sent to my unit along with other recruits.
After the usual ass kicking we were sent to our bays to stow away our gear. The we had some free time to meet the people we would be living with for the next eight weeks.
I went to the rec. room and said hello to a few other women in the unit and sat down to write a letter home. I heard a voice beside me. "So you are the one that wants to stay in the bay and be anti-social." Before I thought it over good I replied. "I didn't come here to have a good time so why don't you find some one else to hit on." With his head hung down he walked away. One of the other girls told me he was Matt, and seemed to be a pretty nice guy he had been at the unit for a week. I began to feel really bad about blowing him off like I did.
The next day we had KP duty and I got a chance to tell Matt I was sorry. We discussed out situations and how we ended up in the military. I realized I was beginning to fall for this guy. The feeling was mutual every time he had to pass me I could feel his hard on through his pants. We had to work in very close quarters.
I didn't get to see him any more till the next day. Sundays were always a rest day and we had time to our selves. My friend Anita told me Matt was waiting for me in Bay 3. I went to meet him. Bay 3 was an unused area filled with empty bunks. My heart was racing at the thought of being alone with him. Matt whispered to me "Sandy come back here." I went to the back of the room.