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Fort Jackson, South Carolina - Summer 2006

I knew that going back to MOS school as a Sergeant was going to suck. Living in a barracks with curfews, field days, and a bunch of other guys could not have been something to anxiously anticipate. The only benefit was that if I kept my nose clean, on the weekends I could take an "out of town pass" and get the hell off base. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't as restrictive as those Privates coming straight out of boot-camp (believe they call it AIT), but it wasn't summer in the sun either.

 

I did enjoy the fact that there appeared to be many more attractive women in the Army than I had ever seen in the Marine Corps. Weekdays were filled with PT, classes and just lounging around base (lobby of the barracks, NCO club, base movie theater, etc.). On the weekends we would venture out to the local clubs and restaurants (in particularly, Hooters and Outback).

About four weeks into MOS school, I ran across a Specialist from New York. She was black/Puerto Rican; as sexy as she was, my first assumption was that she must have had a pretty rough life back in NY to join the Army. I had seen the stories time and time again: people joining the military to get away from things. I was proud to say that wasn't the case for me. I joined the Marine Corps simply because I wanted to be a Marine. I ended up going to the Army, simply because I wanted to do another job in the military (not to mention promotions were faster, meaning pay was better).

This Specialist was named Maria Stevens. I had first run into her at the base gym. She was also re-classing into another MOS and in a short conversation; I realized she would be at Fort Jackson just as long as I would. I was always leery of dealing with female Marines so figured female soldiers wouldn't be any different, but after four weeks of hanging with guys, getting to know Maria would be at least a welcomed change. After chit chatting in the gym a bit, I decided to walk her to her barracks which was not very far from mine. Although she was wearing the not-so-appealing official base workout uniform (black Army shorts and grey Army top), I could tell that she had an outstanding body under the sweat filled PT gear.

Meeting Maria made the time at Ft. Jackson fly by. I was actually starting to get use to the regiment of MOS school, enjoying time with Maria and the summer in general. But after meeting Maria, it was like time was on crack. I was in a twelve week course, and the weeks began to fly by. With the regular bullshit morning PT which generally consisted of calisthenics and running, Maria and I would hit the gym most afternoons and later meet up for a drink at the NCO Club. We would wash clothes together and she would tell me stories about New York and I would tell her stories about my time in the Corps. She was heading out to USAG-Vicenza, Italy after her training, which would ironically end a week after mine.

Before I knew it we were approaching the 4th of July holidays. What the hell was I going to do for a 96 (4 day weekend). Maria had no plans and neither did I, but both of us agreed that we didn't want to spend it at Ft. Jackson, so we both put in for out-of-town chits. It was common for people to put in chits for the weekend and many people never left Columbia, South Carolina. If you put in a chit, you didn't have to report back to Ft. Jackson until after the weekend. You could come back early, but you could not come onto base after curfew. So some people who wanted to party after 2am, would put in out-of-town chits and get a hotel in town, because they knew they had to be back on base by 2am if they didn't. Maria and I never had a problem getting back to base on time, but we didn't want to lounge around Columbia among all of the other soldiers who would be out partying away for their 96.

I lined up a rental car, and once we were dismissed at noon, I went to pick up the car. I came back and Maria was already packed and ready. Funny thing is, we never really decided on where we wanted to go. I told her, Atlanta was a couple hours South and Charlotte was a couple hours North. I had friends in Atlanta that we could drop in on. Her response was, just drive, wherever we end up, we end up.

We arrived in Atlanta 1630hrs and got a hotel at the Marriott Grand Marquis. I was not very surprised when Maria told me we should just get one room and split the cost. Although I knew she was feeling me and of course I was feeling her, soldiers went half on one room all the time. We went in, dropped off our stuff and headed back out. I figured we could hit some places over in Buckhead, the Aquarium, and also go out to Austell and hit Six Flags while we were there.

Maria was hungry and so was I, after drinking Coca-Cola and eating potato chips for the last four hours. We drove around Buckhead and ended up at Lenox Square Grill. Good thing we did, because they had fantastic drink specials. We must have hung out there for 3 hours, eating, talking and drinking. As we were thinking about what to do next, I remembered that I had not called my friends who were in Atlanta. After a brief conversation, I learned that they were going to be hitting some clubs in downtown Atlanta that night. Maria said she was game, so we headed back to the hotel to change clothes.

I decided to give her some privacy and time to get dressed, so after we got to the hotel, I went down to the lobby and had a Rum and Coke while she showered and changed. When I made it back upstairs, she was putting on a sexy metallic silver and black dress. I joked with her that I didn't know military women had such good taste of clothes. She told me it was hard, when you spend 80% of your waking hour in uniform. I quickly jumped in the shower and threw on some slacks and a shirt and we headed back out of the hotel.

We ended up meeting up at a spot called Sutra Lounge. My buddy Scott and his girl must have been regulars there and knew the bartender, because he got the drinks all night. For a while I had forgotten that I was even still in the military and had forgotten that I was spending a summer in Ft. Jackson. Maria looked the furthest thing from a military woman in that sexy dress. I loved the way she moved on the dance floor and although I'm not a big dancer, I tried to keep up. Once the music slowed down, took Maria by the waist with one hand and the other hand under her arm and up her back. Slowly my hand went down to her ass, and I could feel the imprint of a thong. If I wasn't aroused before, I was around then. After the lights began to come on and everyone began to leave, I promised my buddy that we would all hit the Aquarium around noon the next day.

We got back to the hotel and although we had a bottle of Moscato which we picked up on the ride down, neither of us were up for any more alcohol. We had drank moderately, but we had been drinking "consistently." I opened the curtains to the window which overlooked Atlanta. I always had a thing for the full floor to ceiling windows. I took my ipod and placed it in the alarm clocks docking station and my 90s tracks began to play.

Maria hadn't taken her dress off, but had kicked her shoes off and sat on the bed propped up against the abundance of pillows and headboard. I sat down at the side of the bed, facing the window and placed her legs in my lap. She had beautiful feet. Although she could definitely be as sexy as any other girly-girl chick out there, Maria generally dressed for comfort, including her shoes. As I massaged her feet, she closed her eyes and relaxed to the music.

I then ran my hands up and down her thighs, as her dress began to ride up more and more. At a point, I could see her black thong barely covering her clean shaven pussy. I slowly, moved from under her legs, and from the foot of the bed, laid between them, kissing her thighs. The music has both of us in a zone.