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Female PFC falls for her male Lieutenant in the Post-Vietnam Army
Fraternization by patricia51

Every child always wants to know how his mother and father met. I tell mine, it all started with a flat tire on a jeep. But maybe that is getting a little ahead of my story.

My name is Kelly, born Kelly Wooten. I was the younger of two sisters in a small southern coastal town. When I was a senior in high school I managed the astounding feat of getting married, getting pregnant and getting divorced all within that single school year. Okay, the events didn't occur exactly in the order I listed them.

Stu and I were doomed from the start. We were in lust, not in love. We were two frightened teenagers taking responsibility for a night of fumbling passion in the back seat of his dad's 71 Camaro. Neither of us had the slightest idea of what a marriage entailed, nor were we ready for such a step. Given the facts, it was sort of amazing we lasted six months.

Here I was, living with my parents, who made the best effort they could to support their daughter and her thank-god-not-born-out-of-wedlock son. My father worked in a mill and my mom was a waitress. They had worked hard all their lives and now it looked like they were going to have to keep working. There weren't many jobs available even then to someone who's last semester of high school was spent with morning sickness. None of them had a future. Then my sister came home on leave.

She had enlisted in the Army as a clerk-typist the summer she graduated. She had just made Specialist 4th class and had the news that she was being assigned to a recently reopened post only an hour and a half from home. She had a car, nice civilian clothes and actual money in her pocket. A week later she and I went to the recruiter's office.

This was 1977. Vietnam was finally officially over. The Army was, frankly, a wreck and enlistments were so low that even with my lousy grades I met the standards, except for one little fact. The Army wasn't taking single parents.

I sat down with my parents, my ex-husband, my sister and the recruiter. Stu was terrified of taking Jeremy. In his defense, I will point out that he had no family support available. His parents were divorced. His mother had moved away and his dad's only interests were drinking beer and hunting deer, in season or out. Stu made no objections when the recruiter proposed we surrender custody of Jeremy to my parents. We took the legal steps and a month later I left for Basic Training at Fort Jackson, South Carolina.

I didn't like Basic, but I didn't hate it either. I did what I was told and made an effort to be invisible among the other female recruits. In those days we trained and lived completely separate from the males. I did okay and went on to Indiana where I was trained as a Personnel Specialist. Following that I came back to the now rapidly expanding post where my sister was assigned. There I was assigned to the Records Section at Post Headquarters.

I had busy days, followed by usually NOT busy nights. I dated occasionally, but I spent most weekends at home with my parents and son. I was saving my money, living in the WAC barracks in a room with my sister and eating in the Mess Hall.

Early in my enlistment I realized there were pretty much 3 kinds of female soldiers. The first were the kind that knew in a lot of ways they had it made. We were outnumbered 50 to 1 or more by the male soldiers. They could pick a different date every night, screw whoever took them out and have wild times as long as they could make morning formations. Most of them ended up pregnant and married to other soldiers. I had already been down a similar road. I certainly enjoyed sex, but I didn't want to be thought of as one of the "20 dollar WAC's".

The second kind kept to themselves. The Army was pretty sudden death on Lesbianism but it flourished in the barracks in a very careful fashion. I received several oblique and one very direct proposition. I didn't have any kind of objections to being with another woman, but I never felt any real attraction to the ones I thought were gay. So I didn't pursue anything there either.

The third kind were the minority that simply wanted to do their jobs, be respected and get ahead. Some, my sister included, were considering making the Army a career. Some wanted to learn skills for civilian life. Some wanted a more permanent relationship than they expected to find with another PFC, someone more settled, like a civilian employee or an NCO.

I might add that the lines of these groups, like all artificially drawn lines, blurred sometimes. Some of the party girls also liked other girls. One of the most intense and capable females in our barracks was a lesbian who eventually went on to Officer Candidate School and got her commission.

I worked in the same office as my sister. Other than morning PT three times a week and occasional training at the company we were assigned to, we generally worked 9 to 5. We worked hard, but I had no objections to working in an office that was heated in the winter and air-conditioned in the summer. I suppose that made my grumbling even louder when the company's turn to supply the Interior Guard force came up and I got nailed for the first Saturday detail. A whole weekend blown as we would be doing 2 hours on and 4 hours off from 0800 hours (8 AM) Saturday to 0800 Sunday. When we were off we were to stay in the Guardhouse except to take meals.

My sister was not on duty that day. She opened one eye and waved as I struggled into the fatigues I usually didn't wear, along with my web gear and steel helmet. I drove my new (new to me anyway) red Pinto to the company area. There we were formed up, loaded into trucks and were carried to the Guard shack. The NCO serving as Sergeant of the Guard split us into the three shifts and arranged us for inspection by the Officer of the Guard.

I didn't have much experience with officers. At Basic and Advanced Individual Training they were a remote presence that generally only showed up for Saturday inspections. A Warrant Officer was in charge of the office where I worked. So I kept my eyes fixed to the front. I did get an impression of a tanned face and brown eyes as he paused to check my appearance.

I was assigned to the second shift, so I went to the curtained alcove in the back of the open sleeping area that was marked "Females Only". Only one other woman was pulling guard with me today, a black female from the company orderly room whose name I only vaguely recalled. We settled in. She was called for the second shift and two hours after that I joined my relief shift and off we went.

I didn't pay attention to all the guard posts, figuring whichever one I was placed at would be the only one that would really matter. I had heard the Sergeant of the Guard and the Relief Commander discussing that the post an individual was first placed at would remain that person's assignment.

Only six of us remained when the truck halted again and everyone was told to get out. We were standing at the front gate of the Ammunition Supply Point. The Guard Sergeant explained that four of us would be posted in the towers that stood at each corner of the surrounding fence and the other two would be a roving patrol, driving a jeep in amongst the bunkers and along the inside roads. I was lucky enough to be assigned to the roving patrol.

In short order everyone had been replaced and I was riding shotgun (literally as we were armed with 12 gauge riot guns) with a black Specialist from the Personal Assignments Branch named Larry King. I was happy to have someone to talk to, and even more fortunate because Larry was intelligent and witty. In fact, I discovered he had taken a year of college before enlisting.

Midway through our first shift we heard a honking from the gate. When we drove up, the Officer of the Guard waved to us. I got out and unlocked the small gate beside the vehicle gate. I saluted him and then climbed in the back seat as he slid into the space I had been riding. To my astonishment, he immediately began talking to Larry as though they were old friends.

He visited each tower guard. I immediately noticed that he seemed to have difficulty climbing the ladder to the towers. By the time he had visited all four, he was limping and had a slight sheen of sweat on his face.

I had sat silently the whole time he made his inspections. Then he told Larry to ride around so he could check the fences and turned his attention to me. His questions seemed to be the usual "Officer-type" ones; where was I from, what was my assignment, etc. He did seem to actually listen when I answered. Twice he asked a follow-up question, getting more information than I had intended to give away.

Once we had dropped him off at the gate I turned towards Larry. Before I could even open my mouth to ask it, he answered my question.

"Yes, I know Lieutenant Ashe. We were in college together. I was a freshman and he was a senior but we lived a few doors away from each other and he's a nice guy who made a black kid welcome in a small southern college that didn't have many blacks. We weren't close friends or anything like that but I do know him. By the way," Larry grinned, "He's single and his first name is Mark."

I know I blushed, because Larry's grin got even bigger. I plowed on, even though I knew I was giving away something, although I wasn't sure what that something was.

"Why is he limping?"

"Broke his leg in three places in a parachute jump. You probably didn't even notice that he's not wearing the shield of the Adjutant General's Branch, he's wearing the crossed rifles of Infantry. He's just assigned to the Personal Services Company until his leg heals up."

I hadn't noticed that. I had noticed though that he had a very nice smile.

Shifts came and went. I'm not stupid. I noticed that Lieutenant Ashe made the rounds of each shift, but discreet questioning elicited the information that after an initial inspection of the tower guards on the other two shifts he simply rode by and waved. When Larry and I were on, he came in and rode around with us. And it didn't strike me that he was interested in Larry.

We were on our last shift, beginning at 6 in the morning. The night was getting foggy. Lieutenant Ashe showed up with a big thermos of coffee he told us he had persuaded the mess hall to give him, along with a stack of Styrofoam cups. He climbed into the front seat again and we started the rounds of the towers.

That was when Fate intervened. There was a sharp "POW" and the jeep lurched to the side. Larry leaned out of the jeep as he brought it to a stop and glared at the rear wheel. "Flat tire, damnit."

We climbed out and I went around back to start taking the spare off when Larry called to me.

"Kelly, leave that alone. I got it." I don't think he winked, but I could be wrong. So Lieutenant Ashe and I settled down by one of the bunkers and watched Larry work. I have to admit, it was much nicer sitting there then sweating over the jack and the tires.

The silence seemed awkward. Finally Ashe made some half-silly remark and we relaxed a bit and began to chat. I told him some about me; growing up, my job and my divorce. The one thing I hesitated about was telling him about my son. I decided to save that for another time. Besides, I wanted to hear about him.

I discovered that he was also from the South, Alabama, although he had gone to school here. He had majored in History and had been dumped by his girlfriend about 6 months ago. Really dumped. They had gone to a party and she had left with someone else.

He had been going through the Pathfinder course at the Airborne School at Ft. Benning when he had made a bad landing and torn up his leg. Until it healed, he had been assigned as the Executive Officer of the company. He frankly admitted that it was driving him crazy doing nothing more than signing papers and inspecting the motor pool instead of running through the woods as an infantry platoon leader.

"All done!" Larry's announcement caught us off-guard and we both jumped. Reluctantly, I got up and we both headed back to the jeep.

"Maybe you won't have to wait too much longer before you can go to a line unit," I said.

"Maybe not," he answered. Then, almost to himself, he added "Being here does have an advantage I never had thought of before."

I think he didn't plan to say that out loud, for he suddenly changed the subject to the blown tire. We pulled up to the gate and loaded the tire into the back of his jeep and he sped off, leaving the coffee, and some doughnuts I had no business eating three of, with us.

The rest of the shift, every time I looked at Larry he was grinning. I knew darn well why, but I didn't give in to him. The Guard Sergeant brought back the repaired tire. We finally finished our shift and the entire detail was relieved.

The trucks returned us to the company area. I unlocked my car and tossed my gear in the back seat. My eyes swept the parking lot. On the far side, Lieutenant Ashe was standing with the door open on a white Mustang, his gaze searching the people. When his eyes met mine, they stopped. For what seemed to be a long moment, we simply looked at each other. Then he got in his car and drove off. I wasn't sure, as my own stare followed him as he left, but it appeared he was looking in the rear view mirror at me.

I went back to the barracks and took a long hot shower. It was Sunday morning and my sister was gone. I slipped under the covers and settled in for a nap before lunchtime. When I did, my hand slipped under the covers and between my legs. I closed my eyes and imagined a certain dark-haired man was in bed with me as my fingers gently relaxed me and I fell asleep.

The following week I wandered around, unsure of what in the world I was going to do, or if I was going to do anything at all. There is a tremendous gulf between the enlisted and officer ranks. The Uniform Code of Military Justice even provides penalties for "Fraternization", and I wanted to do a lot more than just have a cup of coffee with Mark. God, now I was thinking about him by his first name, and not the old joke about first names in the Army.

I didn't see him. I made a couple of excuses to visit the company orderly room, but he was never there. What the hell I would have said if he had been there, I have no idea to this day. I didn't share what I was feeling with anyone, especially my sister.

Then it was Friday night. I was almost alone in the barracks and I didn't like it. Moved by an impulse, I put on some nice clothes and drove to the company area. I hesitantly walked into the company dayroom. There was only one person there, the Charge of Quarters who's duty was to answer the phone should anyone need to call the company. And it was Larry.

"Hi Kelly, what's going on?"

"Oh nothing, I guess. I was bored and didn't know what to do so I thought I might ride around."

He looked at me with affection and exasperation. He turned and pulled the loose-leave binder filled with the instructions for the CQ. He cradled it in his lap.

"Did he call you?"


"The commanding general, of course. Kelly, I saw you looking at Mark and I saw him looking at you. But he didn't call, did he?"

"No, he didn't." I tried and failed to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

Larry sighed. "I knew he wouldn't, damnit." I must have given him a stricken look or something because he hastily added, "Not because he didn't want to. As I said, I saw him looking. But Kelly, you know the Army regs. He can't cross that line and ask you out, much as I can tell he wants to."

"Then what do I do, Larry?"

He looked at me again, a smile on his face. He put the binder on the desk, opened it and turned it to face me. Then he pushed the phone to me and pointed out Mark's name and number on the alert roster.

"Call him."

I couldn't do such a thing, of course. It simply wasn't done. I mean, I had never asked a guy out before and I had no idea what to say and what if he said "No" or even worse and then the phone was ringing and I heard a male voice say "Hello?"

I swallowed hard. Twice. "Lieutenant Ashe?"

"Kelly!" Oh my GOD. He knew my name. I searched my memory. I hadn't told him that so it meant he must have looked it up.

There was a terribly awkward pause that he broke in a rush.

"I'm awfully glad you called Kelly. I've been thinking about you. I, I, I really would like to see you again. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing more than getting up the nerve to call you," I said. I relaxed a bit. Somehow the knowledge that he was both as nervous and also apparently as interested as I was calmed me down.

"I'm just fixing supper. Its not much, spaghetti and garlic bread, but I always make too much." He took a deep breath. "Would you like to join me?"

"I'd love to. I'm over at the company day room. Why don't you come over here and I'll meet you outside? Do you remember what my car looks like?"

There was a soft chuckle. "You bet I do. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"I'll be waiting." I carefully hung up the phone. Larry was grinning at me like he had pulled off the coup of the century.

"I think you should name your first child 'Larry'."

I blushed. Then I grinned, every bit as wide as he had and kissed him on the cheek. "You never know."

It probably didn't take more than 5 minutes for Mark to arrive, but it seemed like an hour.
Naturally I was in the bathroom checking my appearance once more when I heard the door creak and Larry's voice say "Good evening, sir."

"Good evening, Specialist. Quiet tonight?"

"So far, sir. I'm not sure about later. I believe there might be some fireworks in store."

Embarrassed, but tired of hearing standard male veiled repartee, I came out of the rest room.

"Good evening, sir." If the two of them could keep a straight face so could I.

"Why Private Wooten! What a surprise."

"A pleasant surprise to see you too, Sir."

"Looks like you have everything under control then, Specialist King. Good job," Mark's eyes met mine, "Good job all around."

He left and I followed. He had parked right beside me and our fingers brushed as we approached our vehicles. For an instant we both slowed and gripped each others' hand. Then Mark was driving off and I was right behind him with my heart hammering in my chest the entire time.

We drove to the Post Trailer Park, which rather surprised me. Mark was to later explain that the tiny Bachelor Officer's Quarters was completely full so Housing had set up trailers, two to a parking pad, for the single officers.

We went in and I was pleasantly surprised at how nice the place looked for a trailer occupied by two single guys. Mark told me that most of the decor was his, his former girl friend being an art major. I was surprised when I found that for a moment I felt jealous. Very jealous

After supper, while Mark cleaned up, I perched on the couch with my hands in my lap. I really didn't know what was going to happen next. I knew what I was hoping for, but I had no idea how to approach the subject of the two of us ending up in bed. Not without seeming like one of the "20 dollar WAC's", eager to catch someone. I really liked him. It was way too early to consider anything more than just tonight, but darn, I just wanted to both make a good impression, and well, as embarrassing as the thought was, to get laid at the same time.

I found out later, much later, that Mark was as uncertain as I was about what the next step was going to be. He plunked two glasses of tea down on the coffee table and sat down next to me on the couch. He actually made three attempts at sitting down before he successfully accomplished it. The first time he seemed to feel he had sat too far away. The second time he moved away a bit, as though he had come too close. Like the story, the third time was "just right".

Then we sat there, both of us darting looks at each other and looking away when our eyes met. We might still be there today had Mark not finally cast caution to the winds. He leaned over and kissed me.

It was a soft kiss, almost but not completely closed mouth. My eyes shut as his lips tentatively clung to mine. It lasted for a long breathless minute and I didn't want it to end when he pulled back.

I opened my eyes and this time neither of us flinched when our gaze locked.

"I don't want to fuck this up, Kelly," Mark breathed.

I summoned my courage. "Then don't stop, Mark." Without letting my eyes leaving his, I reached down, undid the straps on my high heeled sandals and slipped my feet from them. I started to unbutton my blouse, but then Mark was kissing me again, one hand on my back and his other hand pushing my fingers aside.

My arms went around his neck and I kissed him for all I was worth. Both his hands were on the buttons of my blouse now. I moaned in satisfaction as the last button was freed and he pushed the blouse over my shoulders. By now I was leaning back against the corner of the couch and Mark, Mark had slipped to his knees as he began to kiss down my throat to the swell of my breasts. He ran his tongue along the top of my bra, halfway on the white lace and halfway on my skin. I was desperately wiggling, getting the straps to fall down my arms far enough that I could pull my arms from them.

I finally succeeded. Somehow, Mark felt the bra loosen, for his fingers curled around the cups and slid them down. I all but cried out when his face buried between my breasts, his hands holding their fullness while his tongue parted them and then swirled over each exposed square inch.

He licked, he sucked, he darted back and forth from one orb to the other. His lips caught my nipple and squeezed it with a gentle pressure that made me fight to get my slacks open. I lifted my hips and got the top button open and then Mark was pulling them down, his mouth still closed on my breast.

He slid my slacks and panties down to my ankles. Then his arms ran back up my body and he lifted me from the couch. I blinked. When in the world had he managed to undress? I didn't care, as he kissed me again and pulled our naked bodies together. But damn, he was obviously a man of many talents.

He walked me backwards and through the door next to the couch. That walk continued for another few steps before I tumbled onto his bed. I never let go, pulling him down on top of me. My legs spread as though they had a mind of their own and my hand worked down between us to grasp his cock and guide it to my already wet vagina. He pushed his torso up as he settled on his hands over me and with a gentle push of his hips he slid into my waiting sheath.

He thrust deeply inside me, holding his body over mine. His head lowered to kiss me. As he bottomed out in me he stopped, holding himself motionless. Then, instead of withdrawing, he began to move his hips around and around. I arched under him, feeling his cock move, rubbing different places of me.

"Oh GOD, you're blowing my fuses," I managed to moan.

He was. No one had ever worked so hard to ensure my pleasure. He varied the speed, he varied the depth of each penetration. His lips moved over mine, over my face, down my shoulders. I couldn't stand it anymore. I grasped him in my arms just as he filled me once more and clutched him against me.

"Now, Mark," I all but begged. "Please. NOW."

His mouth returned to mine. Freed of the need to hold himself up, he rolled us slightly onto our sides. One hand cupped my breast, squeezing it again and again, the nipple stiff against his palm. The other lifted my leg, holding it aloft with his forearm as his fingers settled on my ass. I was spread wide for him, allowing his hips to begin to slam forward faster and harder.

I rained kisses over his face as his chest pumped like a bellows from the effort of driving his shaft into me. I felt him trembling as he strove to keep from cumming. Then, suddenly, he gasped,

"Kelly. Are you safe?"

In spite of the spasms that were racing through my body, I nearly burst out laughing. What a helluva time to ask THAT. Thank goodness I was, because at the stage I might have told him anything. Fortunately I WAS on the Pill and managed to squeal "Yesssssss, I am."

In response he went wild and I went wild with him. I buried my face against his neck, my arm circling him and let loose as I came. The wonderful feeling ran through my entire body and I gave voice to my excitement.

"Come on, come ON. Do me! Fuck me! Fuck me Lieutenant!"

Mark told me later he never heard a word I said. However he responded anyway. I felt him swell and he came inside me, the hotness of his release flooding me. Instead of slowing down though, he redoubled his efforts.

"Ah, ahhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh," he all but chanted through clenched teeth. Each grunt accompanied a wild thrust of his still hard cock. I thought he was going to split me in two. I couldn't have cared if he did. I wanted him to go on and on until I was a puddle of nothing but sweat and mingled male and female juices. I felt I was dissolving into that, my whole world nothing but the sensation of my body being penetrated.

The second orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and all but swept me unconscious. Instead of yelling and screaming I simply went limp with a long, almost inaudible, sigh of delight. As I collapsed, I felt him slow and finally soften and pull out of me.

In unspoken agreement I rolled all the way onto my side and he spooned against me. He rested his chin on top of my head and his arm snaked around my body, his hand on my belly. It was a perfect fit.

As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I heard him laugh softly.

"What?" I mumbled through my yawns.

"Not a very respectful thing to say to an officer. 'Fuck me Lieutenant' sounded like you were trying to give ME an order Private Wooten."

I giggled. "Are you going to give me an Article 15, Lieutenant? Sir?"

"No, I think continued counseling would be appropriate to the situation." He kissed the top of my head.

"I couldn't agree more," I whispered as I snuggled back against him and fell asleep.

(The End)

(It was mentioned to by my wonderful editor Marian that I should explain the joke about first names in the Army. Everyone in the military probably got a variation of it on their first day of Basic Taining when the Drill Sergeant introduced himeself by saying "I am Sergeant John Wayne, your Drill Instructor. You can call me by my first name, which is 'Sergeant'.")

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