Fraternizing f-1

by C. C. Brown

  Once I situated myself, and Collins gave the command to start, I tried hard to erase him and his intimidating, yet, alluring gaze from my mind. I began singing lyrics in my mind, but as I did that, the lyrics to Blurred Lines came rushing back to me, filling my head with his hands all over me, his cock stabbing into my ass. I was beginning to falter, losing the ability to focus on the task at hand. Luckily, I was able to hold tight to my grip, and I quickly moved on to singing a Marine Corps cadence that was taught to us in bootcamp, refocusing my attention to where it needed to be.

  Before long, the sweat forming on my hands was beginning to make the bar slick, and the sweat trickling down my forehead was making my face itch. I didn't want to give up. I wanted a max score. Not only because I had yet to attain it but because I was also aware of a pair of devilish eyes that were hooked on me. My facial muscles contorted as I worked feverishly to keep myself up, not wanting to allow my arms to fully extend before time was called. I gritted my teeth and yelled, trying to do anything to combat the hurt expelling itself throughout my muscles as I worked tirelessly to hold my body weight up.

  My arms began shaking as I felt my muscles begin to break down from the excessive weight. My body began lowering as I tried in vain to keep it up, but before I knew it, my arms had fully extended and Cpl. Collins was yelling, "Time."

  "Sixty five seconds, Bennett. Good job!"

  "Thank you, Cpl. Collins," I said through short, quick, breaths.

  I pulled the neck of my t-shirt up to my face to wipe the excess sweat away. As I pulled it back down, my eyes met with Cruz. He sent a wicked smirk in my direction before turning and making his way back over to the male side of the field.

  "Sixty five seconds. That's bad ass, Bennett," Dalton said, high-fiving me.

  "It's my best yet. In bootcamp, the best I ever did was a full minute."

  "Sweet. Before long, you'll hit seventy seconds and max out on points. Let me know if you want to work out with me. I'll get ya there."

  "Will do."

  Our conversation was broken up by death harrowing cries that came from none other than Allen leaving the pull-up bar. He had maxed out his twenty pull-ups and was celebrating his feat with caveman-like cries that seemed to garner the attention of everyone in attendance. Jensen walked up to him, patting him on the back while whispering something in his ear. He smiled and laughed before making his way over to the water station to hydrate. I had no desire to get tangled up with him again, so I quickly turned my head around before he could catch my stare.

  Next was the crunches portion of the test. We were all herded to the grassy area not far from the pull-up station and instructed to grab a partner to count our pull-ups. Once again, Sgt. Cruz took the lead, barking out the directions.

  "You will have two minutes to belt out as many crunches as possible. Remember, your arms must stay folded over your chest, your butt must stay in contact with the ground, your feet must remain in contact with the ground, and your elbows must touch your thighs and then back down to the ground in order for it to count. Partners, do not count them if they are not executed correctly. Do you understand that?"

  "Yes, Sergeant!" we all yelled.

  "Go!"

  I partnered up with Angelica since she was near me. She seemed to be taking her frustrations from the bar out on her crunches because she was moving like a well-oiled machine. She worked fast and furiously, taking slight breaths with every upward motion that her body made. At the call of the end of two minutes, Angelica had easily knocked out one hundred, flawless crunches.

  "Your turn," she said, grinning at me. I wasn't sure if she felt like she was in competition with me since I had lasted longer than she had on the bar, but honestly, my effort on that apparatus had nothing to do with her.

  The call to begin was given by Sgt. Castillo and I got to work, pumping out crunch after crunch as easily as I breathed. This event was much less strenuous for me than the flexed arm hang had been, and shortly after beginning, I heard Castillo's voice call time. By my own count, I had matched Angelica with one hundred crunches.

  When our scores were taken by the instructors walking through the row, I gave the one hundred count for Angelica, but when they turned to her to get my count, she called out, "ninety." My mouth hit the floor.

  "Ninety?" I shrieked, pissed off at her.

  "Yeah, some of those didn't count. You lifted your butt off the ground."

  "Bullshit. I did every single one of them perfectly, and you know it."

  She pouted her plump lips. "Maybe you thought you did them perfectly, but Sgt. Cruz wasn't far behind, so I don’t know if you thought him seeing your ass would help, but for this, they don't count."

  I wanted to slap the smirk off of her face, but that wouldn't help matters.

  "You're a fucking bitch," I blew out, trying to keep my voice down.

  I got up and walked away, feeling like I would let out every ounce of wrath that had suddenly piled up inside of me if I didn't get some space between us. She knew exactly what she was doing. If she was pissed about Sgt. Cruz, Sgt. Jensen, or the fact that I had performed better than her on the bar, she was being petty, and it was beginning to wear thin on me. Unfortunately, before I could figure out how to handle her, I had to get my mind right because we were heading over to the water station to hydrate and stretch before making our way to the three mile run course.

  "You ready to give me a run for my money?" Dalton asked as we snapped our reflective belts around our waists. Part of the run course ran alongside the road, and base orders stated that we must wear reflectives anytime we ran before or after daylight as a safety precaution.

  "I'm not sure about that. Long distance running has never been my thing," I responded, trying to be honest about my shortcoming.

  "Try to keep up with me. Running with a partner will sometimes surprise the hell out of you."

  "Will do."

  We stood at the line, waiting to be given the command to start.

  "You will have twenty-eight minutes to complete your three mile run. One second beyond twenty-eight minutes and you fail. Pace yourselves so that you don't burn out too quickly. Go!" Cruz said, leaving his husky voice as the last thing on my mind as I took off with Dalton by my side.

  We started at a medium pace, not too slow, but definitely not as fast as some of the others. Angelica was one of the first off the line, almost moving in a dead sprint as she started her run. That didn't appeal to me at all, knowing if I started that way, I would definitely burn-out by the second mile.

  The sun was beginning to rise as we ran, sending scorching rays of heat down on us. My t-shirt and my shorts filled with sweat as I ran, trying desperately to focus on the course instead of the voice of sex coming from Cruz's mouth into my ears. Dalton spoke to me as we ran, but between the living inferno we were running in, and the voice that was assisting in the task of melting me, I could barely make out what he was saying.

  We hit mile three, and my legs were beginning to turn into jello. My skin had turned a lobster's shade of red, the sweat acting as a second layer of skin, coating every inch of my body, sealing my t-shirt and my shorts to me while my lips began to chafe and burn. I was slowing down, and even though I knew we only had one mile to go, I was finding it difficult to keep up the pace that Dalton had set for us.

  "Come on, Bennett," he said, through short, deep breaths. "You can do this. Let's go."

  "Go ahead of me," I blew out through labored pants. I didn't want him getting a worse time because he was trying to keep me on pace with him.

  "You sure?"

  "Yeah. I'll be fine."

  With that, Dalton picked up the pace, moving with the ease of a gazelle. He easily glided past other runners, almost as if he hadn't exerted a bit of energy already. I kept to my pace, figuring all I had to do was get to the finish line before twenty-eight minutes struck on the clock.

  As I made the final turn, I saw Dalton at the line, calling my name, rooting me on. Angelica wasn't far behi
nd him, staring at me as I inched closer and closer to the finish line.

  "Come on, Bennett. You've got this," he called out, just as I passed the line.

  "Twenty-six fifteen," Castillo called out. I had never been so thrilled. Usually my run time was inching closer to the cut-off mark. Running with Dalton had helped me, even if he finished minutes before I had.

  I was panting, desperate for breath and water, when Dalton walked over to me, handing me a water bottle. I gulped it down, almost like it was the last drink I would ever take. He patted me on the back and then walked away. I was much too fatigued to look up and figure out where he was going, but just as I felt like I could breathe again, and the overwhelming need to hurl left my body, a deep, rumbling voice filled my ears.

  "Stand up," he ordered. "You don't want to get cramps."

  I looked up to find the hazel eyes of Cruz glowing at me, his face still held firmly tight.

  "Good job out there today."

  The breath I had worked so hard to catch had escaped me again with his presence and his words alone. I breathed deep and hard, trying desperately to get it back so I could say something in response to him.

  He leaned in closer to me, damn near nibbling on my ear lobe as I felt the soft touch of his full, sensual lips graze my ear. My nipples worked themselves into two solid pebbles, sticking out against the sweat soaked t-shirt clinging to my chest.

  "You're much too exhausted after this run. I might need to work you out!"

  His words grew deeper and harsher with the end of his statement. The way he looked at me, and the inflection on the words, meant so much more than what they appeared to mean. My heart rate spiked again, and my breath caught just as I was fixing my lips to say something to him in response.

  "Stay focused. Don't be the barracks whore either. You've got too much going for you."

  That shocked me.

  "What?" I questioned, completely caught off guard.

  "Don't hang out in barracks rooms where you're the only female. That's how rumors get started."

  I swallowed hard, not sure how he knew of my whereabouts, and a bit embarrassed by them at the same time.

  "Good job out there today," he reiterated, this time a wicked gleam went off in his eyes. He used them to rake over my entire body. I wanted so badly to grab him and let him have his way with me, but reality quickly set in. He blinked, took a few steps away from me, then turned on his heel and walked away. His muscular back outlined by the tight confines of the t-shirt molded onto his body. His legs, toned and tanned, with a tattoo of a depraved looking Marine Corps bulldog, carried him away from me, making me wish he would turn around and take me off somewhere to cure the ache that his presence seemed to inflict on my body.

  I took another long gulp of the water in my hands, trying to squelch the flames in my body that had nothing to do with the heat from the rising sun. When the world finally stopped spinning around me, I focused, only long enough to find Sgt. Castillo's gaze fixed on me, a deep scowl accompanying it. She didn't turn away when my eyes landed on hers, and neither did I. For what seemed like a long couple of minutes we stood, in the middle of a field, glaring at one another.

  She walked over in my direction, her perfect posture and swift movements taking me by surprise.

  "Good job out there today, Bennett," she said, a sly grin spreading across her petite face.

  "Thank you, Sgt. Castillo," I replied, unsure of her motive. She looked me over, her eyes landing on my chest that was still standing erect thanks to my hardened nipples that were on display for everyone to see.

  "I'm watching you. Just be aware of that," she quickly added, no hint of friendliness in her voice whatsoever. She turned and walked away, leaving me angry and confused. If what Angelica had said about her and Cruz were true, maybe she saw me as a threat.

  I wasn't sure what she knew, or what she thought she knew, but she was beginning to make me very uncomfortable.

  Chapter 5

  Alex

  Sitting in my office, staring at my computer screen, it dawned on me that I was probably much too close for appropriate instructor/student contact, and I had to work even harder at staying away from Cassie Bennett in any capacity that could get me caught up. The only problem was, I liked the magnetic pull she had on me. Her scent seemed to linger in the air, reeling me in like a bee drawn to honey. I was beginning to think that there was no way I’d be able to function in my normal capacity, not with her figure popping up on my radar with every turn I took.

  Watching her bend over out there, even if it was out of sheer exhaustion, put pictures in my mind that had me wanting to yank her somewhere and hide her away until I could fulfill every sordid fantasy I had about her.

  Her PT gear, although unflattering and scruffy on most, still showcased the most ample set of tits I think I have ever had the pleasure of setting my sights on, and her ass-- oh her ass-- invited me over with each inch that she bent over. How I managed to keep my composure with her standing and bending, showing off and enticing, had me racking my own brain. I knew the kind of blunt asshole I could be, so I shocked myself by refraining. It just wasn't something that I would normally do.

  Irritation settled within me the second I heard her yell out while up on that pull-up bar. Hearing her cry out like that put thoughts in my head, all of which started and ended with me and her, tangled up somewhere.

  Me, driving in and out of her...her, yelling my name being the sound oozing from her lips... Frustration of the highest caliber washed over me as I walked away from her, and I couldn't quite put my finger on what had me so riled up. Was it the fact that I wanted to take her and do all sorts of dirty shit to her, or was it that fuckin' Dalton kid? Just thinking about him set me off, so part of it must have been him. He reminded me so much of Riley and the way he’d irked me when I’d first met him. He was always around, always smiling, and always pissing me off. Dalton had the same affect, only my annoyance with him was that he was snaking his way into the girl that I wanted to get into, and there was no fucking way in hell I was about to let that happen.

  The fact that I had found out that she was the only female in that barracks room put me in a bad place. I wanted to jump up from my meal and run over there, then pull her out and spank her ass for putting herself into that sort of situation. Young male Marines—especially overly testosterone, two second nutters—were not to be trusted when they found themselves in a situation like the one that Bennett put herself into. Her naive mind had me angry and excited at the same time. I'm sure she saw it as just another way to make friends in this shit hole town, while curing the ceaseless spouts of boredom that often times crept in. But for me, it was a punch in the gut, a kick to the chin, a stab in the heart.

  My appetite was lost at the news of her being in that room without anyone there to properly defend her. I couldn't let Castillo know that it had damn near sucker punched me, but it had, and I wanted to tear out of there at the sound of it. Sure that Dalton kid was there, and I guess she looked at him like a friend, but honestly, something about that kid had me puzzled. I wasn't sure if I could trust him around her the way that she trusted herself around him.

  A quick knock on the door broke me from my thoughts, prompting me to fix myself and remove the sweat from my brow before Smith came striding into the room.

  "Riley said you wanted to see me, man."

  "Yeah. Just got a quick question. That Dalton kid from your class, what do you know about him?"

  Smith pondered for a minute before Dalton apparently popped into his head, sparking his memory.

  "He's a good kid from Wisconsin. Company Honorman in bootcamp. That's all that really stood out to me. Why?"

  "Just wondering. He's on my radar and I just wanted to know what you knew."

  "Nothing bad from what can I tell."

  I nodded, but deep down I still wasn't convinced. An aching in my gut was telling me that there was something about this kid that he was hiding.

  "Anyway, man. We're hi
tting up the bowling alley at lunch. You coming? Dollar games during the lunch hour for military in uniform."

  "Yeah, I'll be there. Puttin' you assholes to shame."

  "Right. We aren't putting the bumpers up, man. Gutter balls count."

  "Fuck off," I replied, finally able to laugh.

  Smith turned and walked out of my office. I quickly changed over to my cammies, grabbing my cover and placing it on my head as I strolled out, trying to think of anything other than the fucking student who had done nothing but mentally destroy me since I first laid eyes on her.

  Back at the schoolhouse, I went ahead and got the class started for the day, focusing on the various types of radio communications we used in the fleet and in what capacity they would be used. Newsome worked tirelessly in the corner, putting together the test packets for the first test that the students would take later in the week in neat and orderly piles.

  "What is the job of a zero-six in the Marine Corps, Bennett?"

  Her eyes widened as she looked up from her manual.

  "To set up and operate all radio equipment for field missions."

  I looked at her with lustful, unrelenting eyes, nodding my head before going into my spiel about how, without communications, people die. I had given the speech quite a few times, and in all actuality, it was true.

  Jensen went more in depth with the functions of each radio system that was commonly used in the fleet while I took over the roaming of the classroom, making sure that every bit of pertinent information was being written down so as not to fail their test later in the week.

  Allen, the beast from the PFT who was screaming his head off like he'd just murdered and eaten something after his pull-ups, wasn't taking down very many notes, prompting me to keep an eye on him. He seemed to possess brute strength, but his classroom skills were not on par. He was definitely one to look out for.