After five and a half weeks of sharing her quarters with 50 other girls, Gia Mazzini found the long empty bays unnaturally empty as she walked through them. It was the first time since she arrived at Lackland Air Force base over a month before that she had been totally alone.
Still there was something to be said for privacy. Everyone else was spending this fine warm Saturday in San Antonio, enjoying their first off-the-base pass. Gia, unfortunately, had pissed off her Sergeant enough to be assigned Dorm Guard duty instead. As if the empty quarters really needed guarding! She could understand it at night, when the Dorm Guard stood the traditional fire watch, but during the day it was just wasting time.
The worst thing about basic training, at least in Gia's humble opinion, was the lack of sexual relief. Although it only lasted six weeks, it seemed like an eternity to her. Many nights she could hear a few of the girls pleasuring themselves in their beds. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she would see someone get up and sneak off to the bathroom. A few nights pulling a shift as Dorm Guard told her that they were more interested in privacy than use of the common facilities. It was on one of those nights that she had watched Holly.
Holly Wellington was 18 years old, six years younger than Gia. In many ways, they were as opposite as two women could be, both in physical attributes and personality. Holly had light, almost pale skin, coupled with straight blond hair that hung as long as military regulations would allow. Even then, it was always tied up in a bun.
Gia, on the other hand, had very short curly black hair, short enough that they didn't even have to cut it when she reported in. In addition, her skin was a rich olive brown, the result of a mixed Mediterranean heritage. Gia was also a good half foot taller at 5'9", and had a bust twice Holly's B-cup.
Gia was self confident and aggressive, while Holly was somewhat passive. Gia was from the big city while Holly was from a small town. In every way, Holly was the type of girl who made Gia's panties wet every time she saw her.
Gia Mazzini had known she was interested in girls as well as guys since she was 15 years old. In fact, her first three sexual experiences had been with other girls in the neighborhood. She found it to be a great advantage.
Too many of her friends had been knocked up or worse, simply because they were horny and their boyfriends were all too macho to use a condom. She and her best friend Maria used to double date all the time. Many nights they'd sent their boyfriends home to jerk themselves off, then spent the rest of the night taking care of each other.
It was one of those old girlfriends from the neighborhood that first suggested joining the Air Force. Older than Gia, Angela Martin had been in the service a little over five years now and loved it. She had assured Gia that there were plenty of opportunities to be with other women, as long as you were careful about it.
Standing there at the head of the empty sleeping bay, Gia hoped Angela had been telling her the truth. She definitely couldn't take four years without the touch of another woman. Not when just a few weeks was driving her out of her mind.
Sliding her hand past the waistband of her dark blue pants, Gia thought about the night two weeks ago when she caught Holly playing with herself in the bathroom. It had been two in the morning when she watched her get up. It was the fourth time that week Holly had made a bathroom run in the middle of the night.
"Either she has an incredibly weak bladder," Gia thought. "Or something's happening in that bathroom that I might be interested in."
She gave Holly five minutes, more than enough time to take care of an actual nature call. The large communal bathroom was removed from the twin living bays by a long hall. Gia tried to walk as quietly as she could as she traced Holly's steps. She also turned off the flashlight that she was normally supposed to use to make her rounds.
Stepping into the bathroom, she quickly checked the shower room. Gia really didn't expect to find her in there, but you never know. Walking over to the long row of bathroom stalls, Gia bent down and looked down the length of the room. Sure enough, Holly was in the last stall. Gia took that as a good sign. By common agreement, the girls were supposed to use the first stall by the door if they had to go during the night. That way, one of them could rush in there and clean it if someone pulled a surprise early morning inspection. That had happened twice already this month.
"I guess the last stall has the most privacy." Gia thought as she quietly walked down the row.
The tall woman paused one stall from the end and switched on her flashlight. Then in a single motion, she pulled open the door and shone the light inside. It revealed exactly what she had hoped to find.
Holly sat on the bowl, her back pressed against the tile wall and her legs stretched out in each direction. Her green PC T-shirt with 3708 BMTS stenciled across it was pulled up over her small breasts as one hand played with her right nipple. Her white panties were dangling around her left ankle. Her eyes were tightly shut and she had three fingers deep inside of her lightly haired pussy.
"What's going on here?" Gia asked in an authoritative voice as she shined the light in Holly's face.
The look on Holly's face was one of utter mortification. The color drained away so rapidly that Gia feared for a moment that Holly might faint.
"It's okay." Gia said quickly, trying to calm the girl down. "I just thought something might be wrong since you were in here so long." she lied.
Only Holly's passive nature and relative inexperience let Gia get away with what she was doing. Gia knew that if one of the other girls had burst in on her while she was getting off, she would've been quick to tell her to fuck off. Either that or ask her if she'd like a lick.
"It's okay." Gia repeated gently stroking Holly's hair, worn loose during the night. "You weren't doing anything that we all haven't done at one time or another."
"Really?" Holly asked as if other girls doing it had never occurred to her, making Gia think that maybe this might not be such a good idea after all.
Then she looked down and got her first really good look at Holly's almost hairless pussy. The older girl had never heard a female version of the phrase "a stiff dick has no conscience" but if one existed it would accurately describe how she felt right now.
"There's nothing wrong with making yourself feel good." Gia soothed, taking hold of Holly's hand and repositioning it back over the damp cunt. "If I'd known what you were doing in here, I'd never have bothered you."
Holly smiled with trusting eyes, her apprehension now gone.
"In fact," the dark haired woman said as she held Holly's hand and gently rubbed it against the girl's clit. "I'd even have been willing to help you a little."
"Help me?" Holly's whisper was a mixture of curiosity and confusion.
"The way that many women help each other when there's no men around." Gia continued to massage Holly's pussy with her own hand. "Would you like me to show you?"
Holly hesitated for a few long moments, doubtlessly recalling, Gia thought, the speech they were given when they first entered basic about the military's prohibition on same-sex relationships.
"It's not like we're lesbians or anything like that." Gia reassured her. "We're just friends helping each other out. Many girls do it. I've seen them."
While Holly sat wondering if that little piece of information was indeed true, Gia upped the ante. Gently, almost too subtle for the girl to notice, she slid her hand under Holly's and began rubbing a middle finger against the younger clit.
The experienced touch evoked an immediate response. Feeling Holly's resistance to her presence fade away, Gia slid her index finger into the younger pussy. With a practiced skill she began to twirl that around as well.
It was too late for Holly to think rationally. Gia's ministrations had taken control of her body. Oblivious to anything but the warm sensations emanating from her pussy, she leaned back once more and enjoyed the small climax that wasn't long in coming.
A soft moan escaped Holly's lips as Gia felt the love tunnel contract around her fingers. It had only been a small orgasm, but it was enough to show the advantage of having a friend.
Not wanting to press her luck, lest someone else need to use the bathroom, she quickly helped Holly compose herself and sent her back off to bed. The older woman had to fight the temptation to kiss the younger, but she knew that would come soon enough if she played her cards right.
Standing alone in the empty lavatory, Gia happily licked Holly's juices off her fingers. She looked forward to a time she could sample that sweet nectar at its source, a day she was sure would soon arrive. She had seen it in Holly's eyes.
"And today was supposed to be the day!" Gia cursed silently. In the past two weeks the two women had stolen precious moments together, each time being just a little more adventurous than the last. Gia had even managed to kiss Holly full on the lips a few nights ago, an act that she had always considered more intimate than licking out another woman's pussy — not that she couldn't wait to do that with Holly either! She had told the girl that they should use their brief pass off base to get an out of the way motel room where they could really consummate their relationship. To her delight, the younger girl had eagerly agreed.
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