Normally I like the snow. This day was an exception to the rule. Being one of the only girls in the ROTC class, I tried extra hard to show that I wasn't weak. The snow was being troublesome though, and it was made worse by the sheer layer of ice beneath.
What compounded the problem was that I was the rifleman today which means when we were moving in single file, I was at the very rear so that the ice was exposed and I had already slipped once. I was so mad at myself because the squad leader for today was evaluating our abilities. This meant his following behind me and seeing every little mistake that I made.
"McFadden!" He would bellow, "When we halt, don't just take your knee. You need to face the other way to cover the rear!!"
Ten minutes later would yield, "McFadden! Don't just drop in the middle of the trail, go find cover!!" Oh, yeah. Like the rubber guns we were carrying were going to cause so much damage.
"McFadden!" Would be shouted again in moments despite my best efforts. "When you find cover you have to go to the opposite side of the trail as the man in front of you."
"Yes sir." I would growl through gritted teeth. Shit, this was a first year coarse. Only this prick would be riding me this hard. Everyone knew what a hard ass he was and everyone was glad that they weren't me.
We switched from single file to traveling in a standard wedge formation witch planted me way out on the left flank totally exposed to enemy fire, or in this case, Cook's bombardment.
"McFadden!" I stiffened. "watch your spacing, we're not traveling overwatch here!!"
Oh sweet Jesus, this guy needed a good kick in the balls! I positively steamed as I increased the following distance between me and the automatic rifleman. As I brooded on what an asshole Cook was, I suddenly realized that I had lost sight of the man to my forward right flank.
Shit. I thought. Now I'm gonna have to find my way back and tell the commanding officer that I got lost. As I stood there contemplating the horrors of that kind of humiliation, I heard the crunching of snow under boots to my right. I turned and groaned. It was Cook. That was literally the last thing that I needed.
"Goddammit McFadden!!" He yelled. "Can I not leave you to do a single thing and expect it to get done in any semblance of a proper way?!"
I threw my weapon in the snow and ripped the K-pod from my head. "That is it you sack of shit!! I can't take it anymore!!" I strode up to him and looked up to glare him directly in the eyes. "This is a two-credit, entry-level military science course. I took it for fun and to learn a little more about how I am being protected in this country and it takes a bastard like you to ruin it for everyone!!"
"Ruin it? Ruin it!" he shrieked. "What the fuck are you talking about?! I am trying to train you people into soldiers. That is my job and I'm gonna do it despite your incompetence!"
"Job?!" I shrieked in reply, "This isn't a job, your being graded on this and everyone knows your nothing but a tightass prick on a power trip!! This is not boot camp, this is supposed to be fun!!"
His eyes bulged and his nostrils flared. "You whiney bitch!" he growled "You can just suck my dick for all I care what you say!"
"Well maybe I..." I stopped short as I had glanced him up and down in a contemptuous way only to find the front of his pants straining to contain a raging hard-on. I was confused for a moment until I realized how turned on I was. I had no explanation for it. One minute I hate the guy's guts, and now I was so horny it hurt.
I looked up into his face and he must have seen my expression because his hand hooked around the back of my neck and he pulled me in for violent kiss. He ground his face into mine and I responded in kind. I was suddenly aware of the rough bark of a tree pressed into my back.
I reached down with one hand to stroke the front of his pants. oh yes. I thought. he is ready! I fumbled with the buttons in the front of his pants trying to release this throbbing beast. He too fumbled with buttons, but at the front of my blouse. Once finished with the buttons, he tore my undershirt up and went to work on my breasts.
They were large and I had to wear a sports bra to this class and it concealed their true size. I finally finished with my efforts and reached into his pants to pull out his cock. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it's size and girth. I caught my breath as I began to stroke it up and down.