Specialist Bareass

1991

Part of moving up in the U.S. Army was, at one time, completing a school called the Primary Leadership Development Course. I was enrolled in the course at Fort Polk, Louisiana. Part of the school was the completion of both day and night land navigation courses. I was pretty good at using a map and compass, and so, did well on the day land navigation happened.

There was a female Soldier in my platoon in the school. Her name was Specialist Berass, but everyone called her Specialist Bareass, because she was extremely well built, and seemed to have an especially nice butt, and to be honest, it seemed like everyone would have done just about anything to see her naked.

When the night land navigation course was supposed to happen, the weather was supposed to be a bit rainy. We did what the classes previously had done, moving out into the woods, and setting up two-man pup tents to spend the night in after the night land navigation course had been completed.

Because my platoon had a female, and an even number of students, that left one male tenting with her. Lots of guys were trying to get her to tent with them, but she told the instructor that she wanted to tent with me. I was surprised but didn’t much care either way.

So we went out to do the night land navigation. The way the course worked, there were 20 starting points, and 20 finishing points, with each start paired with a different numbered finish. The only way you passed was to follow the instructions you were given precisely. Not passing meant not passing the school, which meant not getting promoted.

About an hour into the course, it began thunder storming. There was a lot of wind, a lot of rain, and of course, lightning and thunder. I was determined to get promoted, and knew I needed to complete the course. So, I kept working at it, finally finishing, and was actually able, in the dark and storm, to find the correct finish point. At that point, we were instructed to go back to the camp, and bed down for the night.

When I got back to my tent, Berass had just arrived moments before. I realized that I was soaked to the skin, and so was she. We both paused for a moment at the entrance to our pup tent, and then I told her to go in first, get changed, get in her bag, and put the light out. Then I’d come in and get ready for bed. She thanked me, and into the tent she went.

I stood there in the pouring rain, miserable, cold, and more than ready to get out of the storm. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, I heard Berass say “come on in”. I scrambled in and began hunting around for dry clothes in the dark. Finally, I located a t-shirt, socks, and underwear, and started pulling off my boots, pants, and shirt. I got undressed except for underwear, and paused for a moment in the dark, expecting the familiar dread of disrobing fully in front of another Soldier. I felt it all the time, when in that sort of circumstance. I was surprised when it didn’t come.

I took a deep breath and pulled the underwear off. A few minutes later, I was back in underwear, socks, and t-shirt. I crawled into my sleeping bag and started to snuggle in to try to go to sleep. I quickly realized that though I was in my sleeping bag, I was still pretty chilly.

Out of the darkness, I heard Berass say quietly “hey”. I said “what”, and she said, “Can I trust you?”. I wasn’t remotely sure what she was talking about, But, I responded “of course”, and suddenly she was moving. I heard her say “I thought so”, and suddenly she was sliding into my sleeping bag. I felt two bare breasts slide against my chest, and the next thing I knew, there was a girl wearing nothing but panties snuggling with me in my sleeping bag.

I was very shocked and very married. I intended to stay married, too. But I was still shocked, and I asked her what in the world was going on? I felt her legs entwine with mine, and they were very soft legs. She said “I knew you were different”. That' why I asked to tent with you. 

I came up with a really well thought out response. ”Um…” I said. I was still shocked, thinking different how?

So now, there is this pretty much naked, very well built girl, her body snuggled tightly against me, whispering in my ear. “I’m not wanting sex. I need to get warm, and I feel like I can trust you. Okay?” I suddenly realized that though I liked her being against me, I wasn’t crazily aroused. The best way to describe it would be that it felt good like it was okay to do, and there was no sexual pressure at all.

In the morning, the instructors walked around yelling to wake us up, and I woke up with a very attractive, nearly nude woman against me. Believe it or not, my mind was on my wife, and how much I wanted to be home with her. What can I say? I have a wonderful wife! Berass stirred, her thigh between my legs, and then giggled. I asked “What?” She said “I knew I could trust you”, and thanked me.

She slipped out of the sleeping bag and started getting dressed in the dim light. I looked away, and she laughed at me. She told me to look, to watch. After the night we spent, she said, there seemed no point in hiding. So I watched her, in the dim light, pull on her clothes. Then she watched me get dressed, and it was weird, how I wasn’t self-conscious being undressed in front of a woman, yet was really uncomfortable being undressed in front of men.

Mind you, I was often undressed in front of my wife. But she was my wife, and that was something I knew was okay. Does that make sense?

The men in my platoon were all over me, asking what the night was like, etc. I was so lucky, they said. I thought so too, but for different reasons.

At graduation, Berass told my wife that I was really nice. As soon as there was time, I told my wife every detail about the night in the tent. I haven't told anyone else, even after all these years, until just now.