Authors Note: Thank you guys so much for the feedback on the last chapter. Seriously, I never have the motivation to do things more than once, but seeing you guys comment and like the last part of this story made me very happy. I hope this one is just as good, if not better! This chapter is a bit fluffy, but I'll get there, I promise! It's also still a bit shorter than what I would like. I'll try to work harder on that!
Warnings: army, lesbian fantasies, sexual orientation questioning,
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It had been 6 weeks since my little slip up in front of Drill Sergeant Lain, and I was very thankful for her pretending it never happened. She still lets me use her shower, but I decided that after the extreme embarrassment of last time, I would leave myself alone, if you know what I mean. DS Lain was making that promise very difficult to uphold.
Squad 2414 was almost done with basic, just 4 more weeks until we would split off to our respective divisions, training for our specialties. I had no idea what to expect from mine, as all the information I had been given was "You'll be behind enemy lines before they even know they're the enemy." I assume there was some hyperbole there, but the mystique of it all is part of what drew me in.
In my youth, I was rather secretive. Kept to myself a lot of the time, really only ever had one or two friends at a time. Boyfriends were a whole other kettle of fish. Over my four year high school experience, I only ever had one boyfriend. We never really... did anything. I don't even just mean sexually, we would rarely go out. The only exceptions were birthdays and other such special days. But we would talk. For hours and hours we would talk about what we wanted in our lives, talk about the universe, which parts of it we would want to see and those which we would never dare venture. I never really felt the need to have sex with him, and I think he felt the same about me.
We were up to 3 miles a day, running in the mornings, then strategy classes, and various other drills; shooting, breaching, first aid, etc. I wasn't sure, because they never actually give you words of encouragement here, but I felt like I was doing really well. This kind of stuff came pretty quickly to me. Apparently that was what got the attention of the higher ups, because I was given an order to report to the CO's office after our morning run.
The building looked like an old style cabin, exposed logs and all. Inside, there were just two people, dressed down, that I had never seen before at the base. These must be the upper management types, the ones who never work directly with the recruits.
"Ally Stocker?" The farthest to the left says in a very tired voice.
"Yes Sir." I clapped my feet together and brought the edge of my hand sharply to my brow, like a good little soldier. I wasn't actually sure what rank these men held, but it's better safe than sorry.
"At ease, this is an informal meeting." He looks as though he's tired of telling people to stand at ease. Actually, he just looks tired. His shaved bald head does not help his already pug-like demeanor, instead enhancing the amount of visible folds.
"You may have already been told that you are being looked at for a position as an infil specialist, yes?"
"Yes sir, but I have not been briefed on the details... or meaning... of said position."
"It's not the kind of position you really get a lot of details about. Unfortunately, I can't tell you more about what you'll be doing, but we have been monitoring all of our prospective infil specialists. At this point we take you out of basic and start you working in your field with a direct one to one instruction from a seasoned specialist. We are here to give you your official rank, and an instructor. So, congratulations Private Stocker, you are now a Private Second Class. Report to Specialist Lains' quarters tomorrow at 0500 for special briefing, dismissed."
Special... wait what? Specialist Lain? Like Drill Sergeant Lain? Like MY DS Lain?
I couldn't sleep last night. Not just because in the morning I would be one on one training with both the hottest person on base, and also the one I've had the most awkward experience with, but mostly because I was hornier than a poachers trophy wall. It had been 5 weeks since I last got off, and boy howdy was it getting to me. The worst part about it... I hadn't noticed a single man since I left that bathroom 5 weeks ago. All my attention was on DS Lain. The way her tight shorts hugged her lips so closely, her glaring smirk whenever we would finish a drill, even the way she ran her hands through her perfect hair after a particularly tough work out... There was no reason why I would be getting turned on!
My dream was different this time. There was no DS Lain undressing me slowly as she practically melted me in her grip, no deep, passionate kiss that stopped time itself. This time it was me and her, lying on my couch back home, blanket on our entwined legs, as a movies soft glow lit our smiling faces. Shes spooning me, our hands gripped lightly together, as my eyes slowly droop closed. She nuzzles her face closer, and right before I fall asleep completely, she leans over to plant a gentle kiss on my shoulder. But her lips never make it to their destination as the alarm rings out.
I wake up more startled than usual, having just been woken from an extremely serene scene of two Very Good Friends just Hanging Out. That's all that dream was probably. Yeah, I think I just want to be DS Lains pal... yeah...
Man have I got some stuff to think about.
I was spared from the morning run to report to DS... or rather, "Specialist" Lain. I was very well acquainted with her quarters, having showered there for the past 6 weeks, so I just let myself in. Standing before me was Specialist Lain. In her underwear.
I know I'm a god damned adult, and underwear shouldn't be something that is ogled at or cause for excitement or anything. But. The fact that I just walked in on a superior, who just so happens to be drop dead gorgeous and in her panties and bra, felt like the most scandalous thing on this planet.
Shes standing there, pants in hand, wearing nothing but a black no show thong and a low scoop bralette. I can see her full figure, nothing to hide her perfect curves, or her even more perfect chest. I don't know where she hides these incredibly full, perky tits of hers. The next thought that crosses my mind is how on earth she thinks shes going to work out in something like that. Only after that thought did I maybe think to look away.
"You're early. It's only 4:40." She just stands there.
"Ye..s. Yes Drill Sergeant. Sorry Drill Sergeant. I'll come back... Drill Sergeant." There were a few extra "drill sergeants" in there than what would have sounded like a normal human speaking, but I was quite noticeably flustered.
