First Sergeant Lovato

Chapter Three

I still didn't know how to feel about this plan. I was also really nervous for some reason, even though I'd been with Devonne last night. But this was different, this was basically public. A part of me wondered if she had fully thought this through, getting caught would have a lot of repercussions. It didn't help things that she was a first sergeant, though you might think it would. Actually, the higher the rank involved, the more publicity an incident receives.

I walked to the shower tent and went inside. I didn't see anyone, and not a single shower was running, nor was there a hygiene bag or towel in sight.

Well, I guess that's good... I tried to calm myself down.

I set my bag down on a bench in front of the second to last shower, so as to not look as if I was using hers, after all, the curtain that was closed had a sign posted on it saying '1SG Only' (1SG=First Sergeant).

I drew back the curtain, all the while taking paranoid glances at the entrance, then quickly got my shampoo and body wash from my bag and drew the curtain back as soon as I got inside. The only difference about this shower was that it seemed noticeably cleaner, and maybe just a bit more room inside. But it wasn't the difference between a standard hotel and a five star like one might expect, from the sign on the curtain.

I took of my PT uniform and slung it up on the corner of the stall along with my towel and instinctively almost turned the water on, because after all who gets in the shower and just stands there naked thinking about life for a few minutes? Well, maybe some people did, but not me.

Why was I so nervous? Devonne had seen me naked before, twice in fact now, so it wasn't embarrassment, though for some reason I still crossed my arms over my breasts. Maybe it was just boredom. I had a tendency to always do something with my arms when I was standing still, it felt awkward to just stand there with my arms hanging.

How long had it been now? How long was she gonna make me wait in here? I was actually starting to get a little cold.

Just then I heard the sound of the door opening. I couldn't very well peak outside of the curtain to see who it was, cause if it wasn't her that would just be a little weird.

But it was her, cause I heard her start humming as the steps got closer.

Okay, time to uncross my arms. Time to look... attractive.

I heard the sound of clothes rustling. Just like she'd done last night, she was one of those that just didn't care about getting totally naked by the bench before she went in.

The curtain drew open, and there she was. I smiled weakly at her, and she smiled back.

She turned the water on and I focused on her. She smiled again at me, leaned towards me, put her arm out, and reached next to me and said in a quiet voice, "Can I borrow your body wash?"

"Of course." I said, matching her volume.

She squeezed some out and worked it into a lather, and began rubbing it on her arms.

"You need an invitation? This hot water isn't gonna last for long." She looked at me, noticing me admiring her.

"O-oh... right. Would you like me to...wash you or something?"

She snickered, obviously wanting to laugh much louder.

Okay, I know my lines aren't great but c'mon, it had been years...

"No dumbass, I mean to start washing yourself... wait..." She cocked her head. "Oh...you thought..." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "You thought we were gonna have sex in here?" As soon as she finished she covered her mouth, shaking her head rapidly. She closed her eyes shut, obviously fighting back laughter.