Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

The girls, Joyce and Sandie that is, came to ‘grab a grannie’ the following Thursday. It was quite frustrating being in such close proximity to Sandie, knowing that we had nowhere private to get jiggly. Garth and Joyce did however slope off early, presumably to his room. When I met him the next day, he was in a much better mood than he had been the previous week, so I assumed he had managed to dip his wick this time.

That Saturday and Sunday had been designated a working weekend, before we broke up for the two-week Easter block leave, starting after duty the following Wednesday. On working weekends, we were confined to base, so nobody could avoid the fatigues and parade rehearsals we had to carry out, so no dates with Sandie or Joyce were possible for us. I had originally planned to go ‘home’ to my parent's house for Easter. But after receiving Gill’s letter dumping me and now having hooked up with Sandie, I had now decided to stay put.

I had hoped to have our room to myself for a couple of weeks. The base would be quiet, and figured I could risk sneaking Sandie in (hmm lesson not learned after all?). But that hope was dashed. One of my room mates, Paddy (honest, he really did go by that!) was a Northern Irish lad. There had been an upsurge in violence in his home city of Belfast, and there was genuine danger to life for those seen as members of the “Brit Security Forces;” especially Irishmen, seen as traitors to the cause. So, Paddy was banned from going home.

I casually mentioned this dilemma to Garth, as we were eating our tea in the cookhouse after work on Wednesday. A while later, as I was lay on my bed, contemplating how to play things over the next couple of weeks, when Garth tapped on our door and entered. “Payback time, mate,” he said. He was shortly leaving to drive up North for his leave. He would not be back until late on the last day before classes resumed. He handed me the key to his single room, with two conditions: do sheet change before I get back, do not get caught! otherwise, have an “Easter Eggstravagansa!”



Easter Eggstravaganza

Still here?…Okay, your choice, do not blame me!!!

I had been looking forward to but also dreading the upcoming Easter block leave. Looking forward to, because the two weeks break from training would give me plenty of time to advance my fledgling relationship with Sandie: but dreading, as with her living with her parents and I living in a four-man room in a military barrack block, privacy for intimacy was hard to come by.

Fortunately, my course senior, Garth, had just thrown me a lifeline at the last minute, by giving me free access to his single-man room, whilst he was away from base on leave. It was, of course, strictly forbidden to have female guests in male accommodation, and vice versa, but any port in a storm as they say. It would be worth the risk.

Normally, I would be expecting Sandie to come to the Thursday night NAAFI dance, but due to the Easter shut down, there would not be one that or the following week. No mobile phones in 1974, so I could not contact Sandie until she was home from work that evening. I called her, from a payphone at about 7:30 pm. Her mother answered and asked who was calling. I was not sure if Sandie had told her folks anything about me, but when I told mum “Tell her it is Titus,” she cheerfully said “Oh hi Titus,” and handed the phone to Sandie.

Confirming it was okay to talk openly, I told her I hoped I had not caused trouble with her parents, calling her at home. She said it was fine. They knew of me, but not the details of our relationship; after our recent day at the seaside and train ride, thank goodness for that! We planned to meet the following evening, Good Friday, at her local pub. I casually mentioned that I was moving into Garth’s single room while he was away. I did not want to openly presume I wanted to fuck her there, but she gave a lascivious chuckle and responded “Ohh, that’s great.” Perhaps we were on the same page. We chatted on until I ran out of coins to feed the payphone, then said our goodbyes. I then headed back to the block, to clear up Garth’s room a bit. He was a messy shit between inspections!

The following evening, I caught the bus into town; we would likely be drinking, and I hoped not to be coming back alone later, so using my BSA Bantam was out. I got off the bus at its terminus on the station approach, and headed straight to the pub, by chance meeting Sandie at the door. We embraced and kissed our greetings. For 9:00pm on a Bank Holiday Friday night, it was still quite quiet inside. Sandie spotted a couple of her friends, and went over to say hi, while I went to the bar for drinks (I stuck to shandy, I did not want to get pissed and suffer brewers droop later tonight.) When I had been served, I noted that Sandie had sat at the table with her mates. I assumed that was where we were staying, so I joined the table.

It turned out to be a good move. Having a small group to share the conversation kept things moving and relieved any tension there may have been between Sandie and I. At least, I was quite tense, she was laughing and joking like a goodun. The banter between the girls got quite risqué and I caught a couple of guarded references to train journeys. Had Sandie talked about our activities that past Sunday with her friends? It seemed like it. But from the remarks, I did not seem to have come out of it badly, so who cared?

At closing time, we said our goodbyes and Sandie and I decided to go to one of the town nightclubs. Compared to the pub, it was quite busy, but not heaving. We found an empty table in a dark corner, where we could smooch and grope each other a bit, all sort of first base stuff at best. We also danced a bit, mostly slow numbers, where we could legitimately get up close and personal. Sandie would press her tits and mound against me and I rubbed my stiff cock against her. Puerile stuff I know, but it got our motors running. It also gave me the momentum to ask what I had wanted to ask all evening. Did she want to come back to base with me, to Garth’s room?

Sandie wanted to know if what I was suggesting was allowed. I had to be honest with her. No, it was definitely not permitted. If we were caught, I would be in deep shit. The worse that could happen to her though is that she would be banned from coming on base in future, though even that was unlikely. I continued by telling her that I wanted to be with her and was more than willing to accept the risk, but I would accept her decision totally, without question, without recrimination. I did not want to ruin what we had so far by trying to push her into something she was not comfortable with. Sandie fell silent while she considered her options. A few moments later she smirked and said “Okay, I am in. Fuck the consequences.” Not exactly what I planned to fuck, but along the right lines!

To Be Continued..