Being a Drill Sergeant is good duty. I volunteered. Not many do today, because of the changes in doctrine and policy that the Department of the Army has set forth in recent years. Lots of sergeants don't want the life on the trail anymore, if they can't follow their guts and train the troops the way they should be trained. Well, some of us are here because we want to be. The majority are DA selected. It's fine. We serve together proudly.
I was in my third year as a DS and I was closing in on heading for a new command. This night I had Charge of Quarters duty for the company. I had two CQ runners from two different platoons. One was female and the other male. We were in Phase II of Basic Combat Training, so they were still green, but I could see they were both trying hard to be good soldiers. Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn't. We would see how it turned out.
It had never happened before. I had never allowed myself to taste the forbidden fruit. What I mean is I don't have sexual relations with lower ranks. Or officers, either, for that matter. I was always by the book, following regulations to the letter. Tonight I was considering tossing the regs out the window.
The male soldier was a typical recruit. Shaved head and goofy face. Seemed eager though. His name was Jenson. The female was named Lovall, I kid you not. She must have had a great time in high school with that name. But with her looks, she could carry it through. Her hair had not been cut short. She had elected to keep it up off the shoulders. It was within regs.
I made a decision based on my dick and not my head. First time for me. I could be in big trouble, but those deep, glimmering eyes were drawing me in. She had a way of holding her head slightly down and then glancing sideways at you. It was making me hard. I needed to relieve the pressure. I decided to go for it. One little indiscretion. Life is short, you know?
"Jenson, go make a fresh pot of coffee. This tar I'm drinking now should be shot."
"Yes Drill Sergeant!" He scuttled off to the far side of the room.
"Sit down Lovall. Nothing for you to do yet. First time on CQ?"
"Yes Drill Sergeant. I've had fire duty once before. But that was two hours. I expect we may be tired tomorrow."
Her Battle Dress Uniform was a little large for her size, but as she moved I could see her breasts moving, and pressing against the material. I wanted to see what they looked like in the fluorescent lights overhead. Hell, I wanted to see it all. Her ass was tight in the pants she wore. I imagined gripping it as I thrust my prick into her cunt. She must have been reading my mind.
"I've stayed up all night plenty of times, Drill Sergeant. Always for a good cause."
"Is that right, Lovall? What's a good cause to you, soldier."
"Drill Sergeant, I find that making someone happy is a great cause. I'm good at that, Drill Sergeant."
With that she gave me the coy smile, and my prick twitched. Oh yes, little troop, you were damned well going to make someone happy tonight. I gathered together all the errands I had accumulated for the evening. Jenson was going to take off and make the rounds of the company area for at least an hour.
"Is that damned coffee ready, Jenson?"
"Yes Drill Sergeant!"
"Then get your lazy ass over here. I need you to take these messages to the people listed. Can you read Jenson?"
"Yes Drill Sergeant!"
"Take your time, Jenson. Have a smoke or two it you want. I don't want this to be torture for you. It's duty, and it's training. Just get it done."
With that he grabbed his cover and rushed out. He should have been taking his Battle Buddy with him. That was Lovall tonight. But he was smart enough to just follow orders, and not question a DS. I knew he would be gone for at least an hour. Perhaps more, if he smoked a couple of cigarettes. I knew he smoked. I saw the pack in his rolled up sleeve.
I turned to Lovall. I smiled at her, and she returned it. She rose up from the wooden chair and stood beside me as I sat at the desk. Her hand tentatively reached out. She touched my arm, still looking into my eyes. Then she stroked my arm, making the hair stand up at attention. My cock wanted to do the same.
"Drill Sergeant, I wish to be respectful to you, because of your rank and because of your service. May I say I'm glad we're alone now? Is that too forward Drill Sergeant?"
"No. Not at all Lovall. Tell you what, soldier, get your sweet ass up on this desk. I think I need to check your uniform to make sure it's within regs."
With that I pushed back my rolling chair, stood up, and lifted her by her waist. I sat her down in front of me. I started unfastening her BDU bottoms. I was pleased and not too surprised to find that she was out of uniform. She was going commando. The little twat wasn't wearing any underwear. And her cunt was shaved. It was even wet for me. Already. This was going to be fine.