Army Girls

My name is Becky and I am an 18 year old female. I had just finished High School. I was bored with my small town and decided that instead of paying thousands of dollars to a Training College, that I would join the Army and get both my training and experience while getting paid.

I had wanted to become a massage therapist for quite some time and this option truly seemed the best for many reasons. Besides getting my education, certification, experience and training, I would be able to travel to places that otherwise I may never get to see. I also would get to meet other girls and guys from all around the U.S. and make new friends. My mother thought that it was a great idea as well.

So off to the local recruiters office I went. I took an entire battery of tests that I scored high on. I also had a High School Diploma, and so I qualified for whatever Military Occupational Specialty (MOS) that I desired. So I signed up for my Massage Therapist Training which I wanted. This school also would give me training and certification in Physical Therapy. I took my oath of enlistment, was sworn in, and enlisted on the delayed entry program allowing me to leave in a month for Basic Training. This allowed me the time to say goodbye to my few friends that I socialized with as well as my family.

It was great seeing some of my family that I hadn't seen for a while. They were all quite excited for me and liked my choices. I also spent some time with a few of my friends, and quite a bit of time back and forth between my mom and my lifelong best friend Pam. We had been childhood best friends since elementary school and shared so many things in our lives with each other. We had no secrets between us and honestly we knew pretty much everything about each other's lives. Although it would be different not seeing or talking to her everyday, we swore that we would keep in touch with phone calls and emails on a regular basis. She had decided to go to a local college studying to be a teacher. On my final day at home, both my mom and Pam were sad to see me leave. And I was too, to a degree. Although I was also very excited about my future.

So after my 30 days at home, I headed out for Basic Training at Fort McClellan in Alabama. I was not the only one that was heading out to Basic, but the only one going to Ft. McClellan. It was a 10 hour bus ride for me to McClellan. Ft. McClellan is the primary Army Base for Female Enlisted members to attend for Basic Training.

Upon my arrival at Ft McClellan, I was met by a Female Drill Instructor and taken to the Reception Station along with a few other new recruits. There we were all taken into a large briefing room and given some basic information as to what was going to take place over the next couple of days, as well as the next 10 weeks of training. We were only going to be at the Reception Station for a couple of days before we would all be sent over to our Basic Training Battalion and Company. On that first night at the Reception Station we were all given a temporary room assignment. The room had 8 bunk beds in it. Everyone was a bit nervous, but we were able to get to briefly have some conversation between us before lights out. It was exciting to meet other females from all over the United States. Lights out were at 10 PM. There really wasn't much conversation after the lights were out as most of us were dead tired from the trip getting there. There were a few quiet voices that I could hear before I fell asleep, but I fell asleep within 10 minutes after climbing under the covers. That night I slept in my panties and bra, as did most of the other girls.

The next morning, the same Drill Instructor from the previous night came down the hallway yelling and screaming at us to get up and get dressed. It was only 4 AM. After we all were dressed, we were led over to the Mess Hall for breakfast. After breakfast, we were marched over to the big Briefing Room again where we were met by folks from Personnel to get our Military Records File started, and get signed up for Payroll. After that, we were marched over to the clothing building to be issued our Military Uniforms. When we finished there, we took everything back to our barracks and had lunch at the Mess Hall. After lunch, we went back to the barracks and were instructed to put on a set of fatigues which we would end up wearing from that point on. We bundled up our civilian clothes and placed them away until we finished Basic Training. After dinner that evening, we were all marched back to our 16 person room with lights out again at 10 PM. We all took showers after dinner and had some more brief conversation between us before lights out. The next morning we were up again at 4 AM. After getting dressed we once again marched to the Mess Hall for breakfast. At 9 AM, we were met by our Basic Training Drill Instructors and taken to our new Battalion and Company area. There we were divided into Platoons and Squads.

My new Drill Instructor was also a female about 30 years old named Driil Sergeant Wilson. She was in incredible shape and was actually a bit attractive even in her heavy starched fatigues and Drill Instructor Hat. Everyone calls the Drill Instructors hat, a Smokey the Bear Hat. After the initial meeting, we all were assigned our new rooms and new roommates. Once again, we were in room with 8 bunk beds. I was on the bottom bunk nearest the wall and room door, which was kept closed at night as part of the Fire Watch standards.

It was great to finally be settling in. Putting our uniforms and undergarments away in our wall lockers, making the bed that we will sleep in for the next 10 weeks, get a good shower, and have some conversation with my new roommates. Some of the girls seemed to have already become close and bunked together, one on top and one on the bottom, or within a couple of steps from each other.

AS in the Reception Station, the lights were out at 10 PM. Very soon after lights out was called, I could hear whispering between a few of the girls and noticed that even a couple had slid out of their bunk bed and climbed in bed with another girl. It wasn't long before I could hear other sounds and moans. Now I am no prude, or no stranger to girl/girl sex, but I was a bit surprised at how fast this had happened and in a room with several other girls. Their moans got louder as did their breathing and it didn't take long before other girls became aroused as well hearing the same sounds I did. Before you knew it, half of the room was masturbating. With just enough light coming through the windows from outside, it wasn't hard to make out what was going on in all several of the other bunks. I have to admit, I was beginning to get aroused as well. I could tell that my top bunk mate Amy was masturbating as well as I could feel our bunk was shaking and I could hear her heavy breathing and moans.

Although, I didn't identify necessarily as lesbian, I certainly had a bi interest as Pam and I had on a few occasions experimented with girl/girl sex with each other. I had also had intercourse with a boy I dated for about 3 months in High School, so I definitely fit more into a bi-sexual identity. Needless to say, with 16 girls in the same room and within a few feet of each other, the masturbation was obvious and had caused a lot of female wetness. The aroma from our arousal was evident in the air of the room. With all of this masturbation taking place, I inevitably had placed my hand inside of my panties bringing myself to hard orgasm along with most of the room.

And that was just the first night. Things continued to progress within the weeks ahead and it soon proved to be pretty much a nightly occurrence.

And with that, I will continue my story with Part 2 of Army girls.