"Fall in!" A flurry of loud thumps answered as our heels snapped together to attention. A corps of one thousand can make quite a sound coming to attention at once.
"Parade Rest!" A softer noise echoed off the surrounding barracks as the regiment eased themselves back to a resting position. With palms joined at the small of our backs, we took on a larger, more official presence.
"Battalion, Attention!" Our battalion came to attention first in order as the regimental staff marched on. But my attention was not on them; I couldn't take my eyes off our battalion staff. Standing at the rear of the battalion staff was the most provocative cadet I'd ever seen in my time. Command Sergeant Major (CSM) Carol was a female cadet, and a lascivious one. Every one of us in the platoon fantasized about her, and discussed it when we were sure of our privacy.
Her figure could only be described as voluptuous. I know the term is sometimes overused, but she embodied it. Very few female cadets can boast a slim figure, so those that remain seek to carry their weight well. CSM Carol had put her weight in all the right places, making a dynamic figure any of us could lust after. Now this may be because of our general lack of contact with the outside world, but it made no difference to us.
Her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, (a look no other female dared attempt on a daily basis,) topping an intense face. She had these crystal blue eyes that you couldn't help but stare into while being chewed out, and a gorgeous mouth. Some women have beautiful teeth, others nice lips; everything about CSM Carol's mouth was sexually charged. Being yelled at, you tended to look directly into her mouth, watching the interplay of her tongue and lips, imagining what it would feel like simply to have a finger in there, let alone something more...personal.
The corps had recently switched over to the ACU camouflage uniform, which is (in case you are unaware,) even less flattering for females than BDU fatigues. In spite of that, CSM Carol showed off her figure from underneath. A high, tight butt was easy to see under tight pants like hers, but even her full bust (we guessed C cup,) was visible from beneath the loose blouse. To see her in half-unit (de-bloused, leaving boots, pants, belt and undershirt,) was a rare treat for us; the tight synthetic shirt allowed one to see the whole curve of each breast, and her nipples frequently showed themselves.
She was a great leader, and flawlessly fulfilled her duties as Sergeant Major of 1st Battalion, with one exception: she had a reputation for being relentlessly sexual with her subordinates. Even my usually professional squad leader told us that "God...if she wanted something from you, she'd suck the fucking skin off your dick. No joke." We all melted at those words; none of the recruits had been home to see a girlfriend in over six months, and were starved for any female attention.
It was not long after that night that I realized just how true the rumors were about CSM Carol were. I was performing my only duty as a recruit: morning calls. Upperclassmen tend to be rather lazy, but need to be at Reveille formation on time. Accordingly, we report to their barracks twenty-five minutes early and sound off with the date, time, uniform of the day, days remaining until the end of the year, temperature and weather. It was usually a boring duty, until I was called upon to make calls on the battalion staff's deck.
"Sirs, Good morning Sirs! This is the outstanding, motivated Lima Company, Sirs! Today is the twenty-first day of the second month of the Year of our Lord two thousand and nine! This is the first call for Reveille formation! The uniform of the day is ACU with black knit cap and black leather--towel." I mumbled the last word under my breath as CSM Carol stepped out of the latrine, fresh from her shower, wearing only a long towel. She turned to look at me, and I quickly resumed my calls.
"Black leather gloves! Upperclassmen, you have twenty minutes to fall out; freshmen, you have fifteen minutes to fall in! S--" I was interrupted by her as she put a hand up to silence me. I simply remained at attention, preparing for the worst.
"Recruit...?"
"Stiegel, Sergeant Major?"
She was to my right, barely above a whisper, almost close enough to brush against with my nervous hand. I could smell traces of soap mixing with her own scent, and began to feel light headed.
And aside about CSM Carol's scent: I have become absolutely enamored with her natural scent. Whenever we cross paths on the Parade Ground, or whenever I walk by her door in barracks, my head fills with this heady scent, an almost powdery smell of pure cleanliness only slightly graced with a sweet oil's aroma. Inexplicable, but I can't resist being turned on by it these days. Lucky we never do calls on battalion staff decks anymore, or I would worry about an obvious erection for all to see, and just from the smell!
I felt myself swaying slightly as the scent took effect, and she continued to speak softly to me.
"Is there something wrong? You seemed...distracted for a second there."
"L-lost my place in the call, Sergeant Major."
"I'm pretty sure there's no uniform code flag for black leather...towel? That is what you said, isn't it?"
"It...it is, Sergeant Major?"
"Surprised? Am I not allowed to shower like everyone else in the regiment? Why, I'd get my smell all over campus if that were the case."
My face must have gone red; Sergeant Major even exuded that pleasant smell after an hour of PT.
"It's nothing like that, Sergeant Major. I was just surprised to see you like that; I didn't process it straight away, and lost my bearing, Sergeant Major."
I must have gulped audibly as she moved around to my front to confront me directly. I couldn't help but to eye her up and down quickly as she stepped around. I snapped unwittingly onto her eyes, which had taken an unnerving ferocity.
"You eyeballing me, Stiegel?"
"Never, Sergeant Major."
It was a lie. The only truthful answer at that point would have been, 'Always, Sergeant Major; every day, as much as possible.'
"And what's that supposed to mean? What kind of opinion does that suggest?"
"It just wouldn't be professional, Sergeant Major."
"...very well. And what about unprofessionally?" She cocked her head slightly, a sly smile on her lips.
"I believe...I believe that..."
I couldn't think of anything moderate or evasive to say. I took the old fall-back plan we had organized.
"Well Stiegel?"
"Sergeant Major, I believe...that the cardinal virtues of the individual are courage, honesty, temperance, and wisdom, and that the true measure of success is service rendered, to God, to country, and to mankind."
She smiled fully, and turned away.
"Just keep going, Stiegel. I get it now."
"...of society is to create a free government, wherein liberty may be secured through obedience to law, and that..."
She reached her door down the hall, and entered, looking back one more time.
"I'll hear you finish it, Stiegel."
"...my alma mater, because within her halls throughout the years these tenets have found expression..."
Her head disappeared back into her room, but the door remained open.
"...loyal to duly constituted authority, in thought, and word, and deed; to view suffrage as a sacred privilege, to be exercised only..."
Her hand reached out from alongside the doorway, dangling her standard issue towel suggestively.
"...of the cherished institutions of...towel."
Her door slammed shut, and I heard laughter from within. CSM Carol was not one to let others see her other side, or so I thought.
It was not long after that my relationship with CSM Carol became...improper. There's a policy in place called the Fraternization Policy, which prohibits any amorous contact between a freshman and upperclassman. In hindsight, it was this prohibition which made it all the more exciting.
Coming back from winter break, some of our doors had notes from our chain of command attached. Mine bore one from CSM Carol, stating that:
"Stiegel: Room smells as though something's died inside. Fix immediately, and post by my door tonight." Of course everyone in the platoon made their comments; my room did smell, but that was hard to avoid with a roommate that was never seen showering. I found his stash of dirty laundry, had him clean it up, and made ready to post that night. The uniform was ACU, and I had the rest of the squad look me over for problems before leaving.
"Ready for your little date, eh Stiegel?"
"It's not a date, Flint."
"Yeah, they'll skip that and get straight to business!"
"Ha ha. You guys don't understand how tough a one-on-one with her can be."
"You mean how hard to stop eye-humping her? Shit..."
I walked nervously onto her deck, and marched around the edge of the hall as required. I stopped at her door, knocked twice loudly, faced about, and sounded off:
"Recruit Stiegel reporting as ordered, Sergeant Major!"
A moment later a faint reply came from within.
"It's open."
This was unexpected. Freshmen aren't technically allowed into upperclassmen's rooms, but perhaps this was an exception. Another call from within came, louder.
"Come in already!"
I faced about, and slowly opened the door. I stepped inside, closed the door, and stood at attention. From what I could gather, her room was well furnished, a far cry from our stark, sterile rooms. Thick, silken sheets covered her bed, made per regulation with issue sheets and blankets underneath. A thick, soft rug covered most of the open floor, but I had avoided stepping on it.
