Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

Back to Base

Quite a slow start to this part, but I believe it is necessary to give some context later in the story.

The Christmas, and New Year holidays over, it was back to base to resume my electronic engineering training. It soon became clear they had gone easy on us in those few weeks between finishing boot camp and the Christmas leave. Things got much harder, very quickly. Electrical and electronics theory, mathematics, workshop skills, circuit drawings. All started basic but soon became much more advanced. Add into the mix compulsory PT and sports, along with drill (no, that was not over) and other soldiering skills, it made for very full, tiring days. There was plenty of homework to do in the evenings, which kept us quite busy during the week, but our weekends were normally our own.

There were about thirty of us in the intake, all in our late teens or early twenties. We were accommodated on the ground floor of a barrack block, where I had a bed space in a four-man room. There were a couple of coveted single man rooms on the floor, which were given to the appointed senior and deputy senior course trainees, who acted as our go between with the chain of command and training staff. I was still several months short of my eighteenth birthday and the youngest member of my course. Our senior, Garth, had been told to keep a special eye on me; to make sure I was not ‘led astray;’ as if! Talk about putting the wolf in charge of the lambs. Garth, who was a good-looking northerner in his twenties was, to say the least, a bit of a lad! Despite the differences in our ages and worldly experience we got on very well. More on that later.

Earlier readers will recall I had flunked my high school exams badly, and only just qualified to attend this course of training. Well, it turned out that my exam results were not a true indicator of my competence. It soon became clear that I had a bit of a flair for the technical subjects. My weakness however was my maths. I had always been poor at this subject and as the difficulty level started to increase, I really started to struggle, though I was not totally alone in this respect.

Our maths teacher was a young, single, female officer. Her actual name escapes me now but would simply been addressed as ‘Maam’ anyway. Herself only in her mid twenties, she was not much older than some of us and had only recently graduated from university and then officer training herself. This was her first duty posting.

Maam was about 5’ 6” tall, with chestnut brown hair, which was always worn, gathered back into the regulation tight bun. Uniform, even the more tailored officers dress, was never very flattering, so it was difficult to judge her figure fully, though it was obvious she had quite large breasts under her tunic. Whilst keeping the required ‘officer like’ separation, she was friendly and approachable, which endeared her to all of us. Relationships, of any kind, between officers and other ranks were forbidden, although we all fantasised about being with Maam, that was as far as it went; for most.

Anyway, a small group of four of us, Garth and I included, were struggling with our maths. Rather than distract the wider group, Maam offered to run a couple of remedial evening classes for us, which we jumped at. She said they would be informal sessions, so civilian dress could be worn and refreshments were allowed.

We four gathered in the designated classroom at the appointed time. A few moments later Maam arrived. All our jaws hit the desks in front of us. Gone was the dehumanising female officer uniform. Instead, she was dressed in tight, blue Levi 501s and a thin white button up blouse, through which a plain white bra was clearly visible. A thin, navy blue, woollen cardigan was draped over her shoulders but not fastened. Several of her top blouse buttons were undone, emphasising the thrust of her breasts. Her hair, normally tied back, was loose and cascaded over her shoulders, framing a hint of makeup and lipstick on her pretty face.

We got straight to work, reviewing the aspects of the subject that were causing us problems: multiplying fractions, trigonometry, quadratic equations, etc. The agenda set; we were off. Maam shed her cardigan and started working through some problems on the blackboard (yes, we still had them then!). There was far more attention on her luscious arse, than the equations on the board, and the promise of her bra covered tits, profiled to us as she turned to explain the intricacies of Sine, Cosine and Tangential functions.

When she was satisfied her explanations were taking effect, she passed out a worksheet for us to go through. After giving us a few minutes to start, she started coming to us individually to check our progress. Leaning over to check our work, giving fantastic views down her ample cleavage. Brushing a breast against an arm or shoulder as she lent over us to correct our working. Squatting to come to our level to further explain procedures; in doing so, stretching the jeans tight on her buttocks and revealing a hint of cameltoe. At first it appeared these were unconscious acts, but it soon became apparent it was probably deliberate. It seemed the Queens Commission did not stop one being a cock tease! And of course we played the game too, demanding more and more attention from her. She loved it.

The extra curricular activities continued for several weeks, until our final maths tests came due. Although Maam continued to tease us all, it was evident her main focus was directed towards Garth. She would spend more time at his desk than the rest of us. There would be whispered conversations, beyond the maths tuition, and a bit of sniggering and casual touching; a hand on the arm whilst explaining the finer points of an algebraic term or a pat on the shoulder for a mathematical problem solved. It was obvious to all that there was some deeper connection between them, despite the rules on fraternisation.

It had to be me, didn’t it! Proof of their illicit affair came in a bizarre way late one night. After a few beers in the NAAFI bar earlier in the evening, I had to get up and relieve myself at about 1am. Still half asleep, I headed for the bogs in the dark, when I was startled by a shadowy figure trying to open the fire door at the end of the corridor near, the single man rooms. Due to the prevailing threat at that time, from dissident Irish Republican terrorists, we had it drilled into us to be suspicious of unusual activity. This fell into that category. I found the switches and turned on the corridor lights.

There, just outside his open doorway stood a naked Garth, and making her escape by the fire door, was, of course, Maam. We all froze, looking from one to another. What the fuck happened now! After what seemed like hours, but was only a few moments, I recovered the use of my legs, turned, and entered the toilets.

I finished my piss, washed up, then just stood there, leaning back on the edge of a sink, trying to digest what was happening. As said, officer/other rank relationships were a no no anyway; but for a female officer to be caught having sex in male, junior rank accommodation was simply beyond all comprehension! My head was spinning!

After 5-10 minutes, Garth, dressed now, entered the toilet block, and leaned back on the sink next to me. He explained that Maam and he had been seeing each other on the sly for a couple of weeks now. As she, being single too, lived in the officers' mess, they had nowhere to go for casual ‘hook ups’ and were desperate for sex together; I could not blame him for that. They decided to throw caution to the wind and his room was the lesser of the available evils. They almost got away with it, but I had caught them just as she was leaving. Garth first begged, then threaten all sorts of shit and corruption on me, to keep what I had seen to myself.

Threats were unnecessary. There was no way I was going to grass them up. Garth would have been in the shit, for sure. Probably done a few weeks in the cells, possibly thrown off the course. But it would have been career ending for Maam for certain. I assured Garth nobody would hear about any of this from me. Why would I? It was just two consenting adults wanting to fuck, and nowhere to do it privately. Been there, done that, just about. Garth’s relief was instant and huge. He could not thank me enough and promised to “see me right” in return.

We were all dreading the next maths lesson. Maam and Garth were playing it very cool, and at first, she avoided eye contact with both of us. She set us a practice final test to work through, then busied herself, head down, with some paperwork on her desk. I was very distracted from my test though. I could not help stealing furtive stares at her, imagining her, naked and spread eagled on Garth’s narrow, single bed. The thought of it gave me a raging hard on, which I had to try and conceal from her, though why escapes me now.

Finally, Maam caught my eye, and we looked quizzically at each other. She tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes questioningly, meaning, “are you going to report us?” I gently shook my head in reply, No! She smiled, glanced around to see she was not being watched and silently mouthed a thank you! I would love to say she was so grateful she fucked me too. Never going to happen. My reward, as it were, would come from Garth shortly. I guess Maam had learned her lesson and her time with Garth was over. Or at least, he had moved on to his next conquest, though with him, that meant nothing really. And our maths classes ended shortly thereafter, so we did not see her much after that anyway. I did strangely get a good passing grade in that final maths test. Justified maybe, though my maths is still not that great.

Life settled into a routine, with our instruction getting steadily more advanced, but for me, much more enjoyable. I was really getting into the technical details and looking forward to putting the theory in to practice. Most of our weekends were our own, and we would hit the local town, for the pubs and nightclubs (I had at last turned eighteen in the February, so the sky was now the limit…well, the pay packet was the limit actually. But the midweek highlight was the ‘NAAFI Bop.’ A Thursday night disco in the junior ranks club.