When you hear the siren, you don't hesitate. There's no time to worry about your hair or makeup, and the enemy doesn't care if you're ready. You just grab your rifle and rush to your assigned position- that's how it works.
But things had been quiet lately in the region. I wouldn't exactly call it 'peace,' but it was a nice change from what it had been when we first got there. Perhaps I had gotten a little bit too complacent for my own good. Maybe I shouldn't have dropped off all of my uniforms at the camp's laundry service in preparation for my three-day pass. Maybe I shouldn't have locked up the few civilian clothes that I hadn't mailed ahead, aside from the clingy black dress that was ill-suited for combat. I really didn't have an excuse- it was entirely my fault. But at least I wasn't alone; my bunk-mate did the same exact thing. They say great minds think alike. I think it was pretty clear that we were very far from being great minds, but we certainly did think alike.
We were both still asleep that morning when the first of the mortars hit. It was a sound that I hadn't heard in a long time- that low whistle followed by the thunderous blast. Moments later, there was a second followed by the wail of the siren. I jumped out of bed, heart pounding and adrenaline flowing. Katie and I looked at each other for a brief moment, as though trying to decide what we would do.
But there really wasn't any other option. Uniform or no uniform, we had to fight. Our lives, and those of our friends, depended on it. So we did the only thing that we could do- we grabbed our rifles and headed out the door, clothed only in our sheer bra and panties. Sure, it wasn't ideal. But at least we'd be where we were needed.
"At least it's warm out," Katie joked. She always had a dry sense of humor, and even now I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. She was right, though. If not for the gunfire and explosions, it would have been a nice day.
Men rushed past in all directions, racing to their positions so they could return fire. I was a little bit surprised that no one really paid any attention to us. I guess it was easy to get tunnel vision in a firefight. And the moment I heard the first ricochet nearby, I was exactly the same way.
Nothing mattered except repelling the enemy. Shoot, move and communicate. My training took over, and everything was reflexive. I selected my targets and fired in between breaths. I reloaded without even thinking about it, and I took cover when the enemy wasn't being fully suppressed. When they were, I advanced.
I really had no way of knowing how long the battle lasted; I only knew that we had successfully repelled the attack. I carefully inspected my body- it wasn't unusual to be hit and not even know it until the adrenaline wore off. I didn't know how many we had killed, and likely never would if they took their dead and wounded away with them. We'd do the same thing, if it was possible. It robs the enemy of a trophy and hides your losses. But I did know that we didn't lose any- a small miracle, given the circumstances.
I was relieved to see Katie. She, also, was untouched. Well, unharmed at least. I knew for a fact that 'untouched' didn't exactly describe my very good friend. It was one of the things that I liked about her; one of the many things that we had in common. It took a moment before I realized that I wasn't the only one looking at her, either. Half of the men that surrounded us were staring at the beautiful young woman, standing in her underwear and clutching a rife. The other half, I soon realized, were staring at me. The air was thick with the post-battle, testosterone-fueled lust that I could see reflected in their eyes. I knew what they wanted. They wanted us.
Maybe it was the rush of surviving another battle, or maybe it was the fact that I hadn't been properly fucked in months. Whatever the reason, I realized that I wanted the same thing that they wanted. And just as badly, if not more so. I could already feel my body reacting; my pussy seemed to keep a little bit wetter and warmer, and my nipples pressed against the thin fabric of my bra. As I came closer to Katie, I could see that she was thinking (and probably experiencing) the same exact thing.
The men followed, closing around us like a pack of wild animals surrounding their prey. I supposed that wasn't too far from the truth. I knew that they were watching us... hoping. Planning. Preparing.
"It looks like they like our new uniforms," Katie joked, breaking the tension. She ran her hands over her very revealing bra and cupping her breasts. She looked at me, then at the men closest to her. She had that look about her- that look that she could do so well. It was both mysterious and enticing, and it always drove men wild. Hell, it always made even my panties a little damp when she flashed her deep blue eyes the way that she did. She just exuded raw sexuality.
"I guess they do," I replied with a grin, playing along. I couldn't pull off the 'sexual goddess' look like Katie could. I was more the 'gawky teenager that always forgot she grew into her looks' type. It worked for me and guys seemed to like it, so I guess they saw an opportunity to have the best of both worlds. I felt like Katie and I were the lucky ones- they had two of us to share; we had as many as we wanted. "They'd probably like it a lot more on the floor, though," I added. I wasn't as sensual as something Katie may have come up with, perhaps, but they seemed to appreciate the sentiment all the same.
"Should we find out?" she giggled. She didn't bother waiting for an answer. I think we both shared the feeling that we couldn't afford to string them along much more anyways. They were definitely ready, and they followed directly behind us as we walked back inside. It really didn't matter where we went at that point, but we both seemed to settle on our shared bedroom. We were comfortable there, and judging by the number of men that crowded into the room after us, comfort was going to be an important factor sooner or later. I glanced at Katie. I was nervous- I had never done anything even remotely like this before. But she seemed completely calm and collected- excited, even. I found my strength in her; if I was going to do this, I was glad it was with my best friend.
I didn't really know what to expect next. I had only ever been with one man at a time before this. Of course, having multiple partners was one of my favorite fantasies, but I had never really planned it out. I guess I'd be flying by the seat of my pants, so to speak. I assumed that I'd head to my bed and Katie would go over to her own, and the men would each choose which one of us they wanted first. But that assumed that Katie and I would have any sort of control beyond our consent. With that given, we were only along for the ride. Or, perhaps more accurately, they were the ones that were there for a ride.
Rough, firm hands grabbed me by the shoulders and lowered me to my knees. There was a flurry of activity around me as dozens of men quickly stripped off their clothes; I was surrounded by hard, throbbing cocks. Some of them were pointed expectantly at my body, while others were being slowly stroked as the men waited their turns. It seemed that there was some sort of hierarchy among them, whereas the alpha males of the bunch instinctively knew that they would get to go first. It didn't really matter to me who went first or who went last- as long as they all went.
