Soldiers in Heat: Training Session (5 page)

“
If you say so, G.I. Jane.” Craig
gathered her stuff for the shower and headed out.

Kimberly soon followed, limping down the hall.
She managed to make it down to the showers and back. She popped an
800 milligram of Motrin and swallowed it with water from her Camel
Pak before pulling on her boots. The pain brought a tear to her
eye. She wiped it away and tied the right boot as tight as she
could.

The boot formed a small brace around her
ankle. Kimberly stood to test it out. It hurt but not as
excruciating as before. She finished buttoning her ACU top and
headed down to their next formation for class.

Marching to the school house was eased by
focusing on Carlson’s voice again. Inside, she took her seat and
propped her foot on the base of the chair in front of her. The rest
of the day, she didn’t step out in the hall for break until she
couldn’t hold her bladder any longer. She moved slow but tried her
best not to limp and draw attention to herself. Her plan worked. No
one noticed her. She made it back to her seat and finished out the
class.

The Company Commander wanted to speak to them
when they made it back. Instead of going to dinner chow, they
formed a gaggle around the base of the stairs. “This weekend, the
base celebrates Memorial weekend. In most cases, we don’t let
candidates off post during their first phase. However, I’m feeling
generous. We only lost two people out of our company on the run.
You have a pass but must return each night by 2100 hours for a
formation. Anyone late or missing will find themselves in
HHC.”

Having a pass sounded like music to everyone’s
ears. At dismissal, they all dispersed. Kimberly caught a cab off
post to a hotel. A hot bath called her name. She didn’t care if she
had to put the uniform back on. She’d lie around in her t-shirt and
shorts until then.

Kimberly pried the boot of her right foot and
removed her sock. Her ankle was black and blue. She finished
undressing and sank into the tub. The water enveloped her as she
leaned back and relaxed. After a while, she decided to wash up and
get out before she turned to a prune.

“
Argh!” Sizzling pain shot up her
leg when she stepped out the tub. Taking off the boot and getting
in hot water had caused her ankle to swell.

She dried off, then put on her t-shirt and
shorts. Limping from the pain, she grabbed the ice bucket and
headed out the room.

“
Woodson? What the heck are you
doing?” Carlson called from behind her.

“
Getting some ice.” She kept
moving down the hall.

“
Stop.” He came behind her and
grabbed her by the waist. “Put your arm around me. I’m taking you
back to your room. I’ll get your ice.”

He smelled of the same bath scent as she did,
orange-tangerine.

“
I can do it myself.” She pulled
away.

“
No one is saying you can’t, but
I’m here so let me do it.”

Risk more pain or give in. She relaxed and let
him help her back to the room. He led her to the couch and propped
her foot up on two pillows before leaving. Carlson came back with
the ice and went into the bathroom. He walked out with the ice tied
up in a plastic bag and wrapped in a towel.

“
If you had your way, the knot on
your foot would be the size of a golf ball. No way was I going to
watch you struggle down the hall.” He placed the ice on her ankle
and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

“
Thanks.” She managed a smile.
“What are you doing here?”

“
The same as you, I’m trying to
relax.”

“
Don’t tell me you took a bubble
bath too?”

“
What’s wrong with a man taking a
bubble bath?” He smiled at her.

She allowed herself to get a really good look
at him. Yes, she had noticed how handsome he was but sitting facing
him allowed her to see all his features. His teeth were perfect—no
doubt from braces. The green eyes she thought he had now looked
greyish-blue. He seemed relaxed, unlike when they sat and spoke in
the barracks.

“
Nothing’s wrong with it,” she
replied.

“
Good, but I took a long shower.”
He flashed a quick grin, picked up the remote to the T.V., and
turned it on.

Her cell phone rang. Normally, she would have
excused herself to another room to answer but she was in no
position to today. “Can you hand it to me?”

He picked the phone off the end table and
passed it to her.

“
Hello,” she answered.

“
I thought you couldn’t talk
during the day? I planned on leaving a message,” Charles
said.

Taking a deep breath, she held it before
letting it out and responding, “They gave us a small break. What do
you want?”

“
I’ve been doing some thinking.
I’d like to do some counseling. I talked to the pastor, and he
thinks it’s the right thing to do.”

“
You talked to the pastor? When’s
the last time you went to church?”

“
This past weekend. It doesn’t
matter. The point is, if we’re going to work it out, you need to
come home so we can face this head on.”

Come home? He lost his damn
mind.

“
I’m not coming home. I’m where I
need to be. There’s nothing to work out. I’m done.”

“
A wife is supposed to be by her
husband’s side—”

Kimberly disconnected the call and tossed the
phone away from her. It rang again. She ignored it, letting the
voice mail pick up.

Carlson was staring at her.

“
Sorry you had to hear that,” she
said.

“
I’m sorry you had to deal with
it. Let me check your ankle.”

He removed the ice and pillows and gently laid
her legs across his lap. “The swelling has gone down some. How does
it feel?”

“
Better, but it could be because
it’s numb.”

He caressed her ankle. “How about a rub? It’ll
relax you.” He started rubbing her good foot. Her eyes rolled back.
His touch made the stress Charles caused to dwindle. The more
Jonathan rubbed, her body relaxed and the conversation with her
soon to be ex-husband became a memory.

Chapter Eight

Jonathan continued rubbing Woodson’s foot and
watched the stress lines in her forehead fade away. If he had his
way, he would’ve answered the phone and told the jerk on the other
line where to go.

Her body went limp as he caressed her feet.
Before long, she drifted off to sleep, her hair framing her face
and shoulders. Being in a bun all day did her hair no justice. He
watched her a while longer before deciding to head back to his
room. Jonathan placed the pillows back underneath her foot and
replaced the ice. He walked over to the closet and grabbed the
throw blanket.

Jonathan covered her with the blanket and
kissed her forehead. Her eyes opened, and a smile spread across her
face. Her lips called out to him. Leaning in, he kissed them a peck
at first, but she offered no resistance. He went back for another,
and she welcomed him. Her tongue brushed across his bottom lip. In
return, he sucked on hers. His heart rate quickened as their kiss
depended.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and she wrapped
her hand around the back of his head. Her touch sent electricity
through his body and made his member stiffen. He pulled
back.

“
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I
just couldn’t…” he trailed off.

“
Didn’t mean to kiss me? It sure
felt that way.” She looked at him. The yearning he’d been feeling
is what he saw in her eyes.

“
I better get back to my room.”
Jonathan turned and walked out before he lost his nerve. The pull
she had on him caught him off guard. Their kiss was energetic. Her
grabbing his head drove him wild. She couldn’t have known what she
was doing to him. He flicked on the T.V. and dove across the bed.
His body relaxed, and he was soon fast asleep.

A soft tapping at the door woke him, so faint
he thought he imagined it. Jonathan got out the bed and walked to
the door. He looked through the peep hole. Woodson was on the other
side.

“
What are you doing?” he said
after opening the door.

“
I need you.” She pulled him
close, pressing her body next to his.

Picking her up, he kissed her and carried her
to his bed. He laid her down and pulled off her top. The dog tags
she wore dangled between her braless breasts. She raised her hips,
and he removed her shorts and underwear. Realizing she was shaved
made his mouth to water. He spread her legs and moved in. His
tongue flicked at her vaginal lips before sucking on her
pearl.

“
Mm,” she moaned while grabbing
his hair.

Jonathan sucked her sweetness and inserted a
finger. The tightness of it caused him to release a little pre-cum
in his shorts. He pumped his finger in and out and sucked her until
she came. He took in all her juices.

She pulled him up and reached in her shorts
pocket, pulling out a condom. Woodson handed it to him. Jonathan
tore the paper off and rolled it on. She leaned back on the bed and
said, “Come here.”

Jonathan eased his stiff member inside her,
taking slow strokes until her body loosed and allowed him full
entry. He planned on catering to all her needs, pleasing her in
every way imaginable.

Her hands grabbed his ass and pushed him into
her. He kissed her and thrust in deep.

“
Yes,” she cried.

He worked his hips, making her feel every inch
of him. She arched her body and matched him stroke for stroke.
Jonathan rolled her on top of him. Woodson balanced her hands on
his chest and began riding him.

“
You feel so good,” he
said.

She slid all the way down and rolled her hips.
Her juices ran down the condom and landed on him. Her wetness
turned him on more. He grabbed the back of her hair, pumping back
against her thrusts.

“
I’m about to cum, baby,” he
said.

“
Come for me.”

His body stiffened and released into the
condom. She pushed her hips into him, ensuring he got out every
last drop. Their bodies went limp together. They lay there,
breathing deeply. He enjoyed listening to her heartbeat next to
his.

Jonathan pulled off the condom and tied it in
a knot. “Let me up, babe.”

Woodson rolled over. He got out the bed, took
the condom to the bathroom, and flushed it. Jonathan returned to
the bed and crawled in behind her. She scooted into him, her ass
across his member. It hardened again. As bad as he wanted to be
back inside her, he held back. He didn’t have any condoms and
doubted if she had another. He held her, and she drifted off to
sleep.

Jonathan held her tight as she slept. He was
too energized to sleep and his manhood was rock hard.

An hour later, he tapped her on the shoulder.
“We need to get up and get ready for formation.”

“
If we must.”

He walked her to the door. They kissed again,
and she left him. Jonathan was sad to see her go and couldn’t wait
to see her again. He went to the restroom and rubbed one more out
before washing up and putting his uniform back on.

Chapter Nine

Kimberly couldn’t believe what she’d done. She
hadn’t been with another man outside of Charles in seven years.
Carlson made her body feel alive. He attended to her needs and she
found her release. It was something Charles had long since
forgotten to do. She needed a stress reliever and got it. It was
sex, and that was all.

Back on the base she’d attend formation as if
nothing happened. She wouldn’t allow herself to feel guilt. Charles
and she were over, and it was no telling how long or how many times
he’d cheated on her.

After a quick shower, she dialed the front
desk and had them call her a cab. By the time she made it
downstairs to the lobby, it was the car out front. She thought
about waiting on Carlson but didn’t want to risk being seen pulling
up on base with him.

“
What did you do?” Craig asked her
as she and everyone spilled back into the formation
area.

“
I got some much needed
rest.”

“
You look like it. You’re
glowing.” Craig smiled at her.

Glowing?
She didn’t recall a time when
anyone said she glowed after sex. “Good sleep will do that to
you.”

“
You’re admirer’s
coming.”

Kimberly watched as Carlson headed toward
them. He looked relaxed. He walk wasn’t stiff as if he were
marching, which was his normal walk.

“
Craig, Woodson, I assume you both
enjoyed the break.” He smiled.

Kimberly’s heart melted. She wanted to kiss
him.

Craig spoke up first. “I sure did. I went and
ate some real food. There were a lot of other candidates there.
We’re meeting up tomorrow for lunch. You should hang out
too.”

His eyes were on Kimberly. “I’m not quite sure
what I’ll be doing yet.”