When I was in basic training, I ended up fukking my knee up, and got held up from graduating to AIT because I couldn't run. It wasn't anything life changing, so I was basically told to cool it for a little while, and then take a physical test when healed up to finish basic and move on.
While I was waiting, I was put in a group with a bunch of people that had washed out, or were being discharged for other reasons, and waiting for paperwork to come through.
We had nothing to do, so we basically half all of base to fukk around with all day, as long as we weren't getting into any serious trouble.
That also meant that we had way too much time to talk to the women soldiers that were also in the group with us. One of the guys I had made friends with had been sneaking off to smash this one girl on the low for a while, and they had apparently made plans to keep it going once they were both out.
Since we had nothing to do, we often got hit with random busy work. One time, they had us assigned to paint the inside of a barracks, basically top to bottom. But there was no supervision, so while shyt got done, it was in between all the fukkery. So, my friend and his psuedo-girl had a little bit of a spat, she was all kinds of down, and was fukking up mood for everybody. So, as what started as a completely innocuous gesture, I start talking to her to cheer her up, and make sure homie hadn't fukked things up for himself too bad.
Eventually, after a bit of joking around, we all decided to take a break and just wander around the barracks (it was one of those old dorm type buildings, and people had just graduated out of that building a few weeks before, so there was some decent fukkery to get into with just seeing how some of them left the place). Ol' girl hits me with the "You wanna get lost somewhere?
"
At this point, I'd gone without cheeks for about two and a half months, and was low key beefing with my girl (via letter
), so I just said fukk it. Ended up propping shorty up on a sink in a bathroom and going to town. Smashed on the low a few times after that before I was able to move on to AIT.
Whole time, breh was talking about how those two could make it work once they got out since they lived close together. shyt, a few times we would finish up, and walk off like nothing happened, and she would go right up to breh and start talking about what they were gonna do later.
To this day, I still kind've feel shytty about it.
The sex was fire though, so it's hard to be too sad about it.
While I was waiting, I was put in a group with a bunch of people that had washed out, or were being discharged for other reasons, and waiting for paperwork to come through.
We had nothing to do, so we basically half all of base to fukk around with all day, as long as we weren't getting into any serious trouble.
That also meant that we had way too much time to talk to the women soldiers that were also in the group with us. One of the guys I had made friends with had been sneaking off to smash this one girl on the low for a while, and they had apparently made plans to keep it going once they were both out.
Since we had nothing to do, we often got hit with random busy work. One time, they had us assigned to paint the inside of a barracks, basically top to bottom. But there was no supervision, so while shyt got done, it was in between all the fukkery. So, my friend and his psuedo-girl had a little bit of a spat, she was all kinds of down, and was fukking up mood for everybody. So, as what started as a completely innocuous gesture, I start talking to her to cheer her up, and make sure homie hadn't fukked things up for himself too bad.
Eventually, after a bit of joking around, we all decided to take a break and just wander around the barracks (it was one of those old dorm type buildings, and people had just graduated out of that building a few weeks before, so there was some decent fukkery to get into with just seeing how some of them left the place). Ol' girl hits me with the "You wanna get lost somewhere?
"At this point, I'd gone without cheeks for about two and a half months, and was low key beefing with my girl (via letter
), so I just said fukk it. Ended up propping shorty up on a sink in a bathroom and going to town. Smashed on the low a few times after that before I was able to move on to AIT.Whole time, breh was talking about how those two could make it work once they got out since they lived close together. shyt, a few times we would finish up, and walk off like nothing happened, and she would go right up to breh and start talking about what they were gonna do later.
To this day, I still kind've feel shytty about it.
The sex was fire though, so it's hard to be too sad about it.
