Years ago, I served in the Navy and for numerous reasons I found that I was lucky to have my rating (job) specific training at a multi branch school in California. With how active and moderately intense basic training was, I wasn't expecting the bizarre combination of the Island of Misfit Toys mixed with Melrose Place and Cougar Town with a little bit of Hedonism Resorts. Looking back on it, I think it was the collective sexual deprivation of everyone there.
The "barracks" or living quarters, depending on your terminology, were essentially something in between college dorms and low end extended stay hotel rooms. Supposedly the Air Force had nicer accommodations, but I can't say for sure, they usually denied it. The barracks in the central part of the base had very strict rules that were stringently enforced since they were also the command buildings for each of the branches, although that didn't seem to stop the Amazonian female marines from flashing you and giving you a show from their windows in the early morning hours.
The barracks in other parts of the base that were closer to the different school houses and classrooms were an entirely different story. Senior leadership would come through to inspect once a month, but everyone knew in advance. Except for drugs and alcohol, pretty much any thing went. Typically, the buildings would be divided with one half for males and the other half for females, but as long as you had a keycard you could go anywhere in the building.
It became fairly normal for me to go over to the female side of the building to visit my female classmates to go over homework assignments, meet up with friends to go out to town or over to the bar on base, pick up a date, and of course for sex. The same could was true with women coming over to the male side of the building.
I was in my early 20s, fairly decent looking, albeit on the slimmer side, with dark brown hair cut very short, hazel eyes, 5'8, and about 150 lbs with a nice bulge and bubble butt, and it seemed fairly easy for me to make friends and find sex partners. Well at least women. I kept my bisexuality on the down low, despite all the very very openly gay guys on the base. I won't deny that I wasn't tempted.
In the midst of military duties, long days of classwork, and delicious debauchery, I found myself in a love, (well lust) triangle of sorts with two of my classmates, Lucy and Joe.
The three of us were all a couple years older then most of the other military students and we had similar interests and backgrounds. Lucy was an athletic and petite 5'4, with jet black hair cut short in an almost punk rock style that barely passed regulations, stunningly green eyes, perky handful b-cups, a tight curvy ass, muscular thighs and a slight olive complexion I found very alluring. Joe had washed out from BUD/S, the training course for Navy SEALS and explosive ordnance disposal specialists. This granted him a very athletic body that he maintained with rigorous physical training. He was an extremely decent specimen at a lean six feet tall, with short sandy hair, dark eyes, a squared off jawline, with a nice ass and big package that was hidden in the loose basketball shorts he usually wore.
I became very close with Lucy after we discovered that we had both worked as recording engineers in the music industry prior to joining up. We traded stories of our experiences which led to a kind of competition over who had the more fucked up stories about the people we had worked with and everyone we fucked. We found out we were both considered sexual deviants, 'freaks,' and found a fellow traveler if not kindred spirit in each other. She also became the first one in the Navy I opened up to about being bisexual, and she confessed that she was at least bi-curious.
I became friendlier with Joe after he had talked me into working out with him after class since I had voiced my concerns about passing the next physical fitness test. I was reluctant because I knew how serious he was about working out, from targeting specific muscle groups on certain days to having a complex formula for how he prepared stuff like protein shakes and supplements. Honestly, I'm not convinced he ever slept. I joined him in his routine and at least tried to keep up. The more I worked out with him, the more I examined his physical features. Before I knew it, his body became my incentive for trying to keep up with him, especially when we went on runs.
On one of these runs, we decided to run off base and into town. We ran all the way down a steep hill to a beach and ran along the beach in the sand. We stopped to take a break and rehydrate with our CamelBaks.
From out of nowhere Lucy came running up to us, clearly also on a run with her tight shirt and very short shorts that were straining on her glistening thighs. I almost spat out my water as I hadn't seen her out of uniform before. "Hey guys! If you're heading back, can I join you?"
I tried to regain composure and catch my breath "Yeah ...
sure!" I glanced over at Joe for confirmation and he just shrugged his shoulders. I imagine he probably wasn't ready to head back yet, but I know he could see the state I was in. The jog back to base, despite being uphill, was still a nice cooldown. Lucy used it as opportunity to catch up with me as Joe maintained a quicker pace ahead of us.
"Rob, I saw you guys running on the beach. You were TOTALLY checking Joe out!"
"I think you're mistaken, Luce. I was maintaining pace and focused on my form."
"Bullshit. You were focused, but it wasn't on your form!"
"Okay okay. Fuck, you got me. Can you blame me though? Can you REALLY blame me? You know how much I love thighs! Those calves! And who would say no to that ass?" I nodded towards Joe ahead as his hips shifted weight from to side to side as he made his way up the hill.
She exhaled a very noticeable dreamy sigh. "Yeah. I can see what you mean. He can run away from me anytime." She could tell I was making a face looked over at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Luce, do you like Joe?"
"No. Okay well maybe. I don't know."
"I think ya do because that ain't sweat getting your shorts wet."
