The Army might seem like a boring place to some, but I found it to be more fun than I’d imagined.

Being older than most of my barracks mates, I tended to keep to myself and concentrate on my studies. But all work and no play can make Jill a dull girl, so I spent most evenings at the gym, running laps and playing racquetball.

One night a tall, blue-eyed stranger asked if she could join me on the court. The courts were crowded, and I was bored batting the ball around by myself, so I said, “Sure.” She was young, dark-haired, and built. While we whacked the ball around, she told me her father was a general stationed at the base. She also told me she had been watching me for a couple of nights, and that I looked like I could use some company. My mind had already raced forward to many exciting scenarios, but I desperately tried to play it cool, or so I thought. We played ball for an hour, worked up a good sweat, then headed for the showers. She stripped off her sweats to expose a beautiful young body — curved, firm, entirely exciting. My resolve to keep to myself flew out the window, and I found myself blushing like a schoolgirl.

We went out for burgers, and spent hours walking around talking. I was living in a room in the barracks and she still lived at home. Neither of us had a car, so we finally said good night with a great deal of reluctance. Her name was Celia.

The next afternoon I saw her as I was jogging. She was sitting in the bleachers, watching again. I climbed up to where she was sitting, and we decided to meet later for dinner. I told her where my barracks was, and she said she’d come by. When she did, she was wearing a form-fitting dress and a mysterious smile. For the moment I forgot that I was a little older than she, that I was even in an Army barracks, and that I was risking jail if we we were caught. I did remember, though, that my roommate would be out for at least another couple of hours.

We never made it to dinner that night. Instead, I pulled Celia into the room and quickly shut the door. I kissed her, half expecting her to laugh, slap me, or ,worse, draw away. Instead she kissed me back, long and deep. I gently moved my hand to her breast, and her nipple became hard enough to press through the thin fabric of her dress. As I unzipped her dress I moved to the other breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just a sheer slip, and her breasts stood out round and firm.

She unbuttoned my shirt, touched my breasts through my undershirt, and my nipples stood at attention. Soon we were on the bed, narrow as it was. I was happy the bunk was so small because it made things a lot more cozy. She lay back, and I began kissing her, deep in her mouth, down her long neck, and gently on her nipples. She shivered as I teased first one nipple, then the other, and moaned as I moved down her flat belly. I reached her bush and spread her lips open just enough to reach her clit.

She was moaning in earnest now, and I sucked her clit harder while slipping my fingers into her wet hole. She was trying to keep quiet, but couldn’t help uttering a muffled yell as she came. I was shaking and covered with sweat. She clung to me. She whispered into my ear that it had been her first time. While I lay next to her digesting that, she started moving down my chest and belly. I almost came as soon as her lips found my clit, but held out while she sucked harder and harder. For a first-timer, she’d certainly caught on fast. When I did come, I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting. We both lay back, exhausted.

That was only the first of many clandestine meetings. I got my permanent orders not long after that, and had to leave both the base and Celia, but I think of her often.