Basic Training

Kerry flopped onto the uncomfortable single bed with a sigh of relief. She’d survived yet another day of gruelling basic training, and was one step closer to being a fully-fledged soldier in the British Army. And she’d do it, too, of that she had no doubt. She was too stubborn not to.

It helped that she and her roommate, Adeline, were the sole females in the group. Granted, they took a lot of teasing from the lads, the occasional inappropriate comment—but the fact the two of them were expected to be bottom of the class only made them more determined to claw their way to the very top. They’d worked harder, pushed harder with each consecutive task, until the boys realised they were being left behind. The stupid remarks and borderline sexual harassment stopped, and were replaced with grunts and curses as they fought to keep up.

In the rare downtime they all had, the sarcastic comments, the barbs intended to wind her up, had been replaced by invites to dinner and grudging compliments. Turned out that even in this day and age, women in the army—or trying to be—had to fight to be seen as equals. And now she’d gained respect, she was also gaining admirers.

Unfortunately for those admirers, though, they were barking entirely up the wrong tree. Kerry’s preference was, and always had been, women. And, right at that moment, she kind of wished it wasn’t. Her libido was reminding her of the lack of orgasms she’d...