ACHTUNG: If you read my last story, (Wings Over Germany) you know that there will be a lot of fluff before the actual event takes place. Be patient, patience is rewarded in my stories. The names of places and people in this story are accurate, but the events are completely fiction. Please don't look any of these people up, or I will come to your house and suck your blood. And don't let the title freak you out, there are no freaky mountain men making other men squeal like a piggy in this story.
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"What the hell are we doing this for again, Captain?" I asked my flight commander.
"Why do you think we're doing this Cadet Hoyt?" He responded with a question. I fucking hate it when they respond with questions.
"Because the Squadron Commander hates us, sir. I mean look at this, Foxtrot flight isn't doing any of this retarded bull crap!" I decided then that I had said too much.
"Hoyt, that's enough. Give me a 341 and get moving."
I handed him the little demerit slip and went on my way. The retarded bull crap that we had been doing was that me and a few of my buddies from the flight had gotten in trouble, and they made us clean the latrines on all of the boys floors. This was only the second day of Mountaineer Cadet Officer Leadership School (MCOLS, pronounced emcoles), and I was already hating it. I liked the surroundings, the woods and the mountains, but we were at Concord University in Athens, West Virginia, and honestly, this hadn't been anything like I had expected.
Number one, I was a Cadet Captain in our unit back in Kansas City, and here I was only a Cadet Airman First Class. Talk about a demotion. Number two, it seemed that I had been placed in the fuck up flight, and had already let the little bastards get me into trouble.
I was also roomed with one of the Cadres, and I really couldn't stand having to call the whole room to attention every time the fat ass walked in. I said to my room mate one night, "I thought you had to be in good shape to be a cadre." He busted out laughing.
I also had the distinct advantage of being funny and able to schmooze with the cadres, since most of them were closer to my age than the basic and advanced basic cadets, so I had my cadet group commanders ear, and it didn't help that she was pretty good looking, so I liked having her ear.
Anyway, so I had gotten into trouble, and I was actually wanting to go home and see my girlfriend, since I hadn't seen her in almost a month, because of a family vacation before I came here. I wasn't sure how I was going to react to seeing her again, whether I'd even recognize her, or she would recognize me. We had been together for almost seven months, and I was as happy as a boy could be. (When I came home from this camp, about six days later, a week after I was home, she broke up with me, because she was convinced that I was cheating on her, since her bitch of a best friend had planted that idea there, but if you read on in the story, you'll find out that the idea wasn't totally bullshit.)
I had wanted to go home, until I saw her. I about tripped over the person in front of me in the formation.
I was in Echo Flight, 3rd Squadron, Falcon Group. That day Falcon Group had the honor of going to chow first. We were the first in the group, so we were first. Foxtrot was second, my best friend was in Foxtrot, and then Golf, then Hotel. I had noticed that Golf flight was marching next to us, and I had looked to my right, and saw the most beautiful thing on two legs that I had ever seen, up to that point anyway. I didn't know her name, or where she was from (kids from Missouri, North Carolina, West Virginia, and Virginia were at this camp), or if she had a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or if she was a virgin, but I was bound and determined to find out everything I could about her.
I didn't see her the rest of that day.
At the flight meeting at the end of the night, after we had dismissed, I asked my Flight Commander, Cadet Captain Merriken, when our next activity with G Flight was.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I have a friend in G Flight, and I wanted to talk to him." That wasn't necessarily a lie, but it would suffice for now. I did have a friend in G Flight, so once again, it wasn't total bullshit.
"Tomorrow night, 2000 hours. We're playing ultimate Frisbee against them. I hope you're ready to kick some ass."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, Hoyt."
"'Night Cap'n"
And with that I headed to my room, where my bed and some much needed sleep were awaiting me.
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My alarm clock started beeping 5 minutes before the cadres began banging on the doors to wake us up, which in my opinion was quite rude. I dressed and pulled on my Adidas running shoes, it was time for PT. I had no chance of seeing the girl during that, since everyone was dressed in the same PT gear and not our Flight shirts.
After PT I was fucking exhausted. I'm not in the best of shape, 5'11" 195lbs. I'm a bit overweight, but I hide it well. We got back in formation and marched back up to the dormitory for showers and to change into our uniforms for revile, breakfast and inspection.
I hated the fact that we had to wear all of our ribbons every day, since I had twenty-one, it really was a pain in the ass, and it weighed down my shirt.
That was just a gripe, sorry.
After I had come back down from changing into my Short Sleeve blue uniform, I saw her again. I started to walk over to her, and as soon as I was close enough to read her nametag, I saw that her last name was Milburn. Then I looked at the unit patch on her sleeve, Martinsburg High School, West Virginia. She looked up at me and we met eyes. I about collapsed. She had the most stunningly seductive eyes I had ever seen. They were olive green, and perfectly shaped. I looked back into those stunningly gorgeous eyes and smiled at her. I continued walking, and when I got over to her, I introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Jon." I extended my hand.
"Nikki." She took it.
"I just noticed that you have the most beautiful eyes, and I'm not just saying that, I mean, they are probably the most perfect eyes I have ever seen." I said, smiling, and feeling only slightly like an ass.
"Thanks. Yours are nice, too. I love grey eyes."
I loved her accent. Appalachian or southern accents are like a drug for me. I can't get enough of them. Especially on good looking girls.
"Thanks. So where about are you from, Nikki?"
"Hedgesville, West Virginia. Little town. How 'bout you?"