Army of one (open to one woman)

The evening had been a good one, but now I was crawling my butt out of bed for my early morning dose of physical training. Oh joy. What's more, it was going to be a tough session after the long, lazy weekend. Sometimes I thought the powers that be used to make this stuff up just to torture people.

I dressed quickly and headed out to meet up with the rest. I was still yawning when they called everyone to attention and did their reports. Once everyone was accounted for we spread out across the grass and got busy. I groaned inwardly.
 
I awoke, dressed in PT gear, and headed to the field. I could hear and see the Head Quarters people already doing their thing and pushing the world down and tried to see Soren but couldn't. For me, I had to assemble with my own platoon and after doing a head count we began to do our own PT session but it was led by the same sergeant that we met earlier.. He did not single me out but he did post that real men, bodies we had to be whipped into shape. We begin with pushups and situps after 5 minutes of stretches. He called them 'rushes' we stand up and run and then drop on our backs and do situps then flip and do push ups before hoping up and running again. Even with my lazy yet enjoyable weekend I didn't drop out but it was tiring on the body but the new sergeant wasn't even breaking a sweat as he stood in front of us growling and yelling, calling us worthless and women. Some guys, in mere minutes, fell out with sweet flowing off of their hard bodies, their muscles tightened and unable to go on but I kept going and my motivation was knowing that Amanda was close by and I didn't want to appear weak in her eyes so I kept pushing myself despite the weary muscles to keep going.
 
Every other sit up gave me a view of the other groups that were taking advantage of this Monday morning.

7...8...9...

It so happened it wasn't difficult to pick out the newbie sergeant we had encountered over the weekend. He was hard to miss with his overly large muscles in his shoulders and legs. He stood out like a sore thumb. Admittedly, he wasn't bad looking and must have lots of time to himself to stay that way. No wonder the man was a social pariah.

10...11...12

We were just getting started. I suspected by 20, our sit ups would be rotated with something equally annoying. Push ups. I spotted Sandra lagging behind.

"What... the heck...are you looking at?" I asked in between each movement. She hastily glanced away and started to speed up.

"Nothing," came her answer.

"Well, that 'nothing' is going to get us another round of this fun this afternoon if you don't pay attention and keep up," I pointed out.

The hour felt like it took days to pass, but it was finally over. Sweating and now sufficiently worn out, I rose from my spot. My shirt was soaked with sweat and clinging to my body. I was ready for a shower. Sandra followed up next to me as we passed the only group left on the field. Sgt McNosy and his poor victims. I could spot Ryan in one of the rows doing exactly what he was told to do. I caught the eye of McNosy as I walked by, but I kept going. I didn't want any part of that today.
 
When the girls went by the sergeant paused in his work and watched them as their sweat soaked shirts clung to their bodies showing off their shapes. It was something he wanted, but when they were gone he kept us going, "And up!" he shouted and began running in place. Everyone was worn out, even me, and my whole body ached that I could barely get my feet going. Just wanted it to end already, but there were still people standing and the sergeant wanted it to be 'last man standing' with the last man being himself to show his dominance.

Keep going. Keep going.

I was pushing myself trying to be strong in front of Amanda even after she was long gone, but my body was feeling tight. Everything hurt. The man next to me threw up his hands and sat down and then the men in front as well. It was down to me and the sergeant and finally the call came to end the PT and I collapsed with a heavy sigh, "Oh thank God"

The sergeant was not pleased, "You are a bunch of fuckin' disgusting, fat bodies! Look at all of you. You can't stand a single hour of PT and already you're worn. We're going to keep this up until everyone, EVERYONE, has a 300! Now, get out of my sight!"

Heading back to my barracks, I needed a shower, though I wish Amanda shared it with me, when the sergeant called on me, "Private. Come here." I did. "That Specialist that came by, Soren was her name right? You tap that?" the sergeant inquired and my cheeks blushed a bit and turned away. It was the confirmation that he could easily see.
 
I walked back to the barracks with Sandra. She was in an uncharacteristically good mood lately and she was screwing up in PT. That meant she found herself something new to distract herself. Lovely. Maybe that'd mean she'd spend less time in the barracks room too. More time for me.

"So what's up with you lately? You're a little goofy, don't ya think?" I asked her.

Sandra blushed a little and glanced down as we walked. "Just some guy," came her answer.

"Well I hope he's better than the last one."
 
"Come on, private, you can be honest with me," the sergeant said, "We're all guys here. Want to hear what I did?"

I didn't acknowledge it, but he went ahead anyway.

"There's that chick that the specialist was with, Sandra I think her name was, yeah, I tapped that. She screams like a little girl when her tight, little pussy is being fucked. Though, it doesn't compare to the wailing that 'some' girl," eying me suspiciously.

After wiping my forehead to remove some of the tingling sweat I turned to him and casually shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know, sergeant" still trying to be naive. "I haven't heard anything."

"Yeah," frowning at me in disappointment, "I would have thought that you have opened up with me, private. After all, I'm going to be your squad leader here and I need to know that you've got my back."

"I do" I replied.

"Well, it certainly doesn't feel like it," turning his back to me, "The fitness reports are going to due in two weeks. I hope that you do better than what you're giving me right now."

Finally left alone I went to the barracks and slinked into my room and jumped into the shower and washed off my sweat lathered body and jumped into a clean uniform. Now I felt like a man again.
 
"Yea," she answered.

She didn't sound very convincing, but I'm not the one who was dating a prick. God! That guy she had before was a total loser. I don't know what she ever saw in him. All I knew is he was always looking down his nose at me. Like I was something out of a swamp somewhere.

I was happy to get back and grab a quick shower. Well, it started off quick anyways. The hot water felt good on my tired muscles. This PT session was a little more labor intensive than normal and it took a while before I finally dragged my ass out of the shower.

I really didn't want to go to work. Mondays were always hard after a good weekend. But, I still needed to submit my leave, so that meant getting dressed and getting out of the barracks. Crap! I didn't ask him WHEN he wanted to get out of town.

I grabbed my phone and wrote out a text.

"What dates did we want to take leave?" I asked him and tapped send.

I took my time getting dressed. I didn't want to be the early bird to work. I had some time to get my head screwed on straight before I walked out of the building.
 
I was in the shower when her text message came in and I didn't get an answer out until I was out the door. Drat. Forgot about the dates. Looking at the calender on my phone I surmised that the best days would be the 24th-31st. That gave us plenty of time to prepare, at least three weeks to do so. Sending her the message; how about the 24-31st?" I made my way to battalion to start the paperwork for leave all the while calculating how much leave time I had and what was going to be happening in that time, but then my course was diverted when I heard the sergeant's booming voice as he was railing on some poor unfortunate soul. Not wanting to linger I slinked away and snuck into battalion and found S-2 and pulled out some blank forms all the while waiting for Amanda to send me her response if those dates were good or not for her. As I waited I was picturing all of things that we could have been doing; anal with her wailing away and slapping that shaped ass, pulling her hair, lathering up her skin with oil and slapping her breasts and cumming all over her, but then realized that I was in a public area and had to hide my erection.
 
"24th through the 31st, hmm?" I muttered, reading the text.

That'd work. Nothing big coming up. The only thing I had to do was push my request up the chain. First, had to grab the paperwork and that was as easy as getting to work. Then I could route it through. I texted back "Good!"

I managed to get to work with little difficulty and get the paperwork filled out. Lots and lots of paper. Directions, address, risk assessments, my first born's future name.... the list went on and on. All to take a trip. It would be worth it to get out of here for a short time.

There was a list of tasks on my desk when I got to the office, but that was a norm. I took a second to text again.

"How many Mondays left? LOL ! " I pressed send.

He'd think I was bored out of my mind at this rate...
 
Reading her message I chuckled, tapping out, "Too many!" before hitting send. At that moment I was about halfway through my paperwork. Rank, name, Social Security Number, date of birth, blood of a virgin... Shit. All of the boxes and all of the words were starting to merge together trying to fill it out with the tiny font. Every once in a while I would pause and reread everything to ensure that nothing was overlooked or put into the wrong box, otherwise they would kick it back and I have to do it all over again. Finally done I looked it over once again, using the cell phone's internet to bring up the cabin's address and satisfied it was done I put the phone away and marched into the office to present my form to my company commander. A firm knock on the door and he lifted up his eyes from his own paper work, "Enter".

Standing before his desk at attention I was rigid as he sighed, "What is it, private?" He was a good leader, just worn out. So many transfers and men being discharged or chaptered out and the work was killing him sitting behind the desk.

"Sir, I have my leave forms filled out," I said.

"Very well" holding out his hand. Giving the papers over he said, "I'll look it over. Dismissed" Hustling out of the room I tapped out a message to her, "I submitted my papers! Fingers crossed."
 
I managed to get all the information together and transcribed it to the necessary forms. I had to route my request up through my section. Apparently it was an evil we all had to deal with. Couldn't have too many of us out at one time - the section mission would suffer for it. I crossed my fingers as the section head pulled up the calendar. If it didn't get past his desk, it wasn't going anywhere else. He initialed off and handed the form back to me.

"Drop it off at the orderly room for signature," he instructed.

I didn't need to be prodded to take the next step. I headed out into the fresh air to the company area.
 
All I could do now was pray that it went through. Our captain had to review it and our First Sergeant had to review it to ensure that I wasn't vital. Right now I didn't feel vital because outside in the bright sun there were dozens of soldiers milling about, some gathered at a picnic table smoking and others were moving boxes from one place to another. If I was removed from this place, no one would notice, but on paper; I was vital.

Putting on my cover and stepping out my eyes shied away from the bright sun for a moment as it readjusted. Off to my left I could see a group of soldiers crossing the street to the motor pool. To my right there were the soldiers having their smoke break so I mosied on over there when I saw Amanda...or, Specialist Soren, coming my way and a smile appeared on my lips, but I wiped it away quickly before anyone else could see it as I tried to put on the facade of a professional soldier for everyone in earshot.
 
I laughed under my breath seeing the small group of soldiers on their first break of the day. It wasn't even 10 a.m. yet. I was so glad I hadn't picked up any bad habits. It was always another excuse to get away from work or standing around and looking busy when you weren't busy.

I of course, had no reservations with wearing a smile. I spied Ryan not far away and I deviated slightly from my course. There was plenty of time to get this paperwork where it needed to go and I didn't plan on being too long. I slowed my approach as I got close, walking around the huddled mass. I felt several pairs of eyes follow behind me. That was a norm I simply ignored. Down deep, I was always pleased with the mix of lustful and doting gazes.

"Good morning, high speed. How'd you fare in PT this morning?" I asked with a playful grin.
 
"Our new sergeant ran us ragged," I replied stopping to speak to her. Out of the corner of the eye there were others looking at us, marveling Soren from behind. There was even one licking his lips. "He had us doing everything until everyone dropped out, except for me," giving a rather light hearted thump to the chest. "Good news is I turned in my leave forms to my company commanders," leaning towards her in a whisper. "I got my stuff rolling" holding up crossed fingers, "How about yourself?" as my eyes looked her over in that fine fitting uniform. From head to toe she looked all professional, even with that smile, but I knew that inside she was a hungry woman begging for some action, full of lust and desire. She was brewing to explode and the only thing holding her back was being in public.
 
I rustled the papers in my hand.

"Was on my way to the orderly room when I saw you," I answered softly. I didn't need a bunch of idiots listening to my business. Besides, it was none of their business.

"I'm sure there won't be an issue."

I smiled. He certainly was excited. It was a big deal for both of us. We could finally have some quality time together and still enjoy the scenery.

"I'd better get moving if I want to get this in," I remarked. I leaned forward and whispered, "Text me."

I headed off to the company wearing a smile.
 
"You got it" I replied as we walked away. When Soren was behind me I deviated away from those at the picnic table knowing that they would grill me on whether or not we were 'friends' or 'more than friends' or 'fuck buddies'. My papers were submitted so now all I could do was cross fingers. Reaching into my pocket for my cell phone I was about to tap out a message when I was called out by a booming voice, "Private Lennox!"

Jerking my head to the right there was the sergeant and my heart dropped. Shit. I was singled out. "Come here". He was standing in the doorway to the company bay. Pocketing my phone and running towards him I replied, "On my way." If I were to say 'coming' the response would have been, "You better not me" from the sergeant, but not if it were Amanda. She would have opened her mouth and said, "You better be".

Running inside the bay the sergeant told me to stand at ease before him, "What's this I hear about you putting in leave forms. I can't have one of my privates leaving just as soon as I get here."

"Sergeant," I replied firmly, "I have the leave time. I have to use it or lose it."

"You going to go fuck that specialist?" he boomed.

"No" shaking my head trying to fight to keep eye contact. If I were to shy away then he would know I was lying. "I want to get away for awhile."
 
I strolled happily to the company, and when I got there I leaned over the desk a while, leaning on my elbows. The clerk, a friend of mine, was busy on the phone. I waited while she talked.

This month had been busy. I had managed to get all of my records in order and take stock in everything I had done so far. Awards I had, education, schools...It was all collected in a neat little package ready for the next step. It was about time I took some leave. I had, up until now, neglected going.

As the clerk got off the phone, I waved my leave form in the air. She walked over to me and parked herself behind the counter.

"So what do we have here?" she asked.

"It's called leave. I know it's a foreign concept to you," I replied teasingly.

"And you think they're going to let you go? Get back to work!" she responded, grinning as she took the forms from my hand.

"Don't lose those. I've got to get away from here for a while," I reminded her, before I stepped back from the counter and sought the door.

"Yea, yea!" I heard as I turned the corner.

The rest of the morning flew by. Mondays were full of vehicle maintenance, so there was less paperwork to deal with and more on hands. My time was spent under the hood of a vehicle as we went through the manual to conduct the regular maintenance. By the time I was done, my hands were soiled with oil and grease. I wiped them with a shop towel before I headed to the sink, and then, to lunch.
 
For me the day was going by at a snails' pace. The sergeant was following me around everywhere. From supply to the motor pool and everywhere else in between. He wasn't barking orders or growling like a drill sergeant, but he was trying to make me slip up and also prevented me from using my cell phone so I could text message Amanda. I could feel the phone vibrate with a message, but I couldn't answer it because he was right there and would try to see what what I'm sending. Trying to go to the latrine he followed me in. No privacy.

"Sergeant," I finally turned around to him and asked, "Why are you following me?"

"I'm your squad leader" he said, "I'm looking after the well being of my troops and if you have a problem with that, then we need to have it addressed. Now, private, what's your problem? Am I entering your private space? Am I getting in the way of your booty calls?"

Scoffing at this I replied, "No, sergeant, but you keep hounding me about sex and about women and I want to know why."

"Lennox, you and I need to have a talk. Step into my office," waving a hand he took three steps to the right. Following him his tone dropped, "Private, I'm your new squad leader and my job is to look after you. Now, having been in the service for ten years I know that every single chick that's outside the base is just a camp follower. They're looking for some newly minted private to jump on and be a dependant. The same follows for those on base. Even those that wear the uniform! You can't trust them. Women are not the same as you and I. They're weak minded and weak in body. Once you realize that then you can understand. If a civilian is attracted to you then they're only after BAH. If a woman in uniform is attracted to you, then they're trying to take advantage of you."

Standing there in silence I was fighting about the anger to not hit him in the face. "Right. Understood, sergeant" I nodded.

"Now it's time for lunch. Get going and be back by 1300" he waved me off.

With him out of the way I pulled out my phone and tapped out a message, "You're not going to believe what he just said about you and women in general!"
 
Thankfully, it was lunch time. I scrubbed my hands clean, put all the manuals away and headed for the gate. This afternoon would be another rush as people finally made their way into the office and to the front counter. Until then, I had to grab something to eat.

I felt the text come in, so I pulled it out of my top left pocket of my shirt and took a look.

About women in general? What the heck was that dork McNosy saying this time?

I shook my head. That guy didn't have all of his marbles. He couldn't. I typed back, "Well, what did the knucklehead say this time? and, are you going to lunch? I'm headed that way..."

I pressed send.
 
Her message came in. Priorities came first; my stomach and then Amanda. "I'm heading to the Defac. I'll meet you there and explain everything. Figure it's easier to explain in person than on this phone. See you there. XOXO." Pocketing the phone I hustled out of the motorpool before I was stopped by anyone in need of a spare hand and crossed the street dead eyed in getting to the Defac before the whole line formed. Going at a jog I was determined to get there. Already there were people leaving the parking lot in their vehicles to head to Burger King or the food court at the PX.

When I was finally there I breathed a sigh of relief. There were only a few people in line. Taking my place I looked around for Amanda as well as swept my tail for any signs of the sergeant. He was not to be found. Good. In my mind I was trying to put everything together about what he said and tried not to put an evil spin on it. It was already sick, but I wanted my words to be his words and none of it fictional.
 
We had been released for lunch just a little early, which suited me fine. It gave me another minute or two to get ahead of the rush that would eventually make its way to lunch. I was happy when I saw Ryan already standing in line. I walked up behind him.

"Overachiever. Did you run?" I asked teasingly.

I was glad for the break. Working on vehicles wasn't my idea of a solid morning. What awaited me this afternoon was. Tons of paperwork.

We had to wait a few minutes longer, but the doors finally opened at 11:30 and we filed in one by one. As we filed in, I looked fora good spot across the dining room. There was a corner table I liked to have because you could see everyone coming in. When I got my food, I headed for said table.

I waited for Ryan, sipping on my water and scanning the line for signs of the nosy crowd.
 
Gathering up my food and stopping at the juice dispenser I hurried over to Amanda and sat down. Going through everything on my tray and then around to ensure that we were alone.

"Okay, well, to cut to the chase, the sergeant pulled me into his 'office' and laid out how he felt about women." Pausing for a moment to connect my thoughts and laid out I continued with, "He said he's been in the service for ten years and knows that, his words, 'every single chick that's outside the base is just a camp follower. They're looking for some newly minted private to jump on and be a dependant'. From there it gets worse; 'The same follows for those on base. Even those that wear the uniform! You can't trust them. Women are not the same as you and I. They're weak minded and weak in body. Once you realize that then you can understand. If a civilian is attracted to you then they're only after BAH. If a woman in uniform is attracted to you, then they're trying to take advantage of you." Thinking back on it I tried to put it all together to make sure that no words were missed, but that was the jist of it. I didn't share his feelings on the matter, but like a good soldier I kept my mouth shut until now.

I believed that women should get a fair shake on the chance to prove themselves, but the sergeant, he had his head buried in the sand.
 
"Well Hon," I replied, "during my short walk with said sergeant I gathered that he has an interesting opinion of life. My take on it is that he doesn't do relationships, but yet he does meet his needs. So try to take everything he says with a little salt."

"As for his opinion he expressed to you, you make your own judgments. Don't let some bubble-headed, muscle mass influence you. I assure you I'm not out to take advantage of you," I added and smiled.

Perhaps the sergeant just didn't have a winning personality. He really didn't take the time to get to know people. It was all about him. That was quite clear.
 
"Well, I would definitely say that he has the hots for you" I said with a slight nod, "He brought you up several times, even asked if we were banging, but I could tell that he wants you and you turned him down, and he's pissed off at that. I just feel that i'm going to be in his crosshairs, especially if he is able to put two and two together and figure out we're going together to the cabin." That got me started into other things. I wanted to get away from the sergeant and into something warm and hopeful.

"I've been thinking, we should go and take a look at the area after we get settled into the cabin," and by settled in, that means after some good fucking, but that wasn't brought up, but clearly hinted. My mouth was watering looking across the table at her, all nice and bundled up inside her uniform and looking at me, trying to be professional in appearance but we were hungry for each other. How much I wanted to take my cock and slap her ass with it and smearing the precum all over her bottoms, but then shaking my head I needed to be focused, "I'm going to get a good backpack for hiking." All this time talking I had neglected my food. The chef in the back had spent hours preparing this piping hot stuff and there we were chatting away over it and not bothering to eat it.
 
I really hadn't considered the fact the sergeant had any desire that flowed directly in my direction. I had the distinct impression he really didn't seem all that impressed with women in general. The fact that Ryan thought that was the guy's intent stuck with me.

Sure, he was good looking. Sure, he was in great physical shape. I just didn't like his "God's gift to women" approach. It wasn't attractive even if he was physically attractive.

Then again, I hadn't let him touch me. Would a sound fucking with a solidly develop body make any difference?

I smiled at Ryan. He hadn't eaten anything off his plate. Me, on the other hand, I was almost ravenous, so I was steadily working on my meal. For a quick moment I allowed myself to wonder.
 
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