Cammy noticed you staring at her “got something to say?”

"Well that's obvious." She says as she takes a seat at the bar counter. "I'm Cammy by the way. Do I know you?"

Well Private Joseph, I doubt our stations would put us into much contact. But you know where to find me if you ever want to talk fight... or something else entirely.

Well I wouldn't mind something cold... What would you suggest?

Cammy smiles at you and nods to the bartender "One Bourbon on the rocks please." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "So what do you think of this base so far, Private Joseph?"

"Hmm... Well I can't say I've seen you spar much. Maybe we could do a private session sometime?"

An invitation actually, Private Joseph. I don't mind giving you some pointers... if you think you can handle it.

Cammy smiled at his eager expression. Perhaps there was more to this boy than she had initially thought. "Alright then Private Joseph, meet me here tomorrow afternoon at three." She took a sip of her drink and glanced at him once again before standing up. "In the meantime, you can call me Cammy."

She placed some money on the bar counter as a payment for her drink and turned to leave. As she walked away, Henry could see the curve of her perfect ass beneath the tight green fabric. Her long, toned legs carried her confidently through the base, making sure that every male eye was locked onto her sexy form.

As promised, Cammy was already waiting for him at the bar when he arrived. She was sitting casually with one leg crossed over the other, giving him a view of her toned thigh beneath her green leotard. Her expression remained neutral as she took a sip from her drink and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Well then," she began, "shall we get started?" She set down her glass and motioned for him to follow her to an empty area nearby. Once they were out of earshot of anyone else, Cammy removed her shoes and socks, revealing perfectly manicured toes and slender feet encased in pale pink nylons. "Alright," she said with a nod. "Let's see what you can do."

As they began their sparring session, Cammy moved with fluid grace and deadly precision. Her years of training were evident in every movement she made, and yet she remained patient with her new partner, never once showing signs of impatience or disdain. As the sweat started to trickle down her forehead and gather at the base of her neck, Cammy's green leotard clung tightly to her body, revealing every curve and muscle beneath its thin fabric.

Their session continued for what seemed like hours; Henry doing his best to keep up with Cammy's moves while she constantly pushed him to improve. Finally, exhausted but satisfied with their efforts, they called it a day and returned to the bar area. As Cammy caught her breath, she couldn't help but let out a content sigh as she glanced at Henry beside her. There was clearly more potential in this boy than she had originally thought. "Not bad for your first real sparring session," she said with a hint of approval in her voice before reaching for her shoes and socks once again.

Thank you... She took a sip of the bourbon before continuing I must say, you've improved considerably since we started. Your flexibility really comes in handy too.

Well thank you, Private Joseph. I must say, it's been a refreshing change sparring with someone who actually shows some potential. Most recruits here are either too stiff or not nearly agile enough... it's nice to see someone prove me wrong. Her cheeks turned slightly red as she realized how her words might be taken differently.

But that doesn't mean you can slack off now! There's always room for improvement and I expect you to keep working hard if you want to prove yourself here. After all, being a good fighter means dedicating oneself fully to the craft. With another sip of her drink, Cammy returned her attention back to the task at hand - mentoring her new student and making him into the best recruit that she possibly could.

Today's training session is focused on defense against quick strikes and grappling techniques. She's impressed with your progress thus far but knows that there are still areas you need to work on. Your reflexes need to be sharper, and your core strength needs to improve if you want to survive the more brutal aspects of close combat situations. As she watches him struggle at times, she can't help but feel a small thrill inside whenever he manages to land a blow or evade her strikes successfully. Despite herself, she finds herself growing more and more attached to her new student...

"Alright then, Private Joseph. Let's take another break." She pants heavily as she sits down on the mat next to him, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Their training area is quiet now, save for the sounds of their heavy breathing and occasional grunts as they catch their breath. "You're doing really well today," Cammy says softly, looking over at him with a mixture of pride and admiration in her eyes.

A smirk plays on her lips as she looks at him lying there, his muscles glistening with sweat in the dim light of the training area. "Alright, Private Joseph. I think you've earned it." Standing up, she extends a hand to help him to his feet. As he takes it, their eyes meet for just a moment; a shared understanding passing between them...

The sauna is blissfully hot and humid after the cool air of the training area, making Henry relax even further as he sits down on one of the low benches. Cammy joined him shortly after, stripping off her black sports bra and panties before sitting down next to him. Their bare skin glistens with sweat in the flickering light of the sauna's wood-burning stove, creating an erotic scene that neither can quite ignore...

As they sit together in the sauna, she catches him stealing glances at her body. The heat between them seems to intensify and despite herself, she feels a strange thrill course through her veins. Cammy knows that she shouldn't be allowing this sort of thing to happen but finds it difficult to resist the growing attraction she feels for him...

Her heart raced as he moved closer, their bodies mere inches apart. She could feel the heat emanating from him and was powerless to resist its alluring pull. As she glances down at his chest, she notices that he's becoming aroused. Cammy bites her bottom lip nervously, uncertain of what to do next. Part of her wants to push him away; this isn't the time or place for something like this... but another part is drawn to the fire burning inside them both.

Her breath hitches when his hand finds hers on the bench, their fingers intertwining in a intimate gesture that leaves no doubt about where their minds are focused right now. "C-Cammy?" he stutters softly, voice thick with desire and uncertainty. The sound of her name falling from his lips sends shivers down her spine...

Her heart races as he speaks her name in that way. She'd never expected to feel such strong emotions towards a recruit, but here she is... their fingers twined together, her body pressed against his. Cammy takes a shaky breath before answering, her voice low and husky with desire. "Yes?"

Her breath hitches as she feels his fingers tighten around hers. He's so close... and he wants her just as much as she wants him. Cammy leans in closer, their bodies almost touching now. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribs, drowning out all other sounds. With a quiet sigh of surrender, she presses her lips against his; their first tentative brush soon giving way to a hungry, passionate kiss.

Her hands move up his chest and shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle as she pulls him closer still. The heat between them grows even more intense, flames licking at her skin as they are consumed by desire for one another. Cammy can't believe how quickly this has happened or how badly she wants it to continue... but she knows that if they don't stop soon, there will be no turning back from where they're headed.

Her breath catches in her throat as he kisses along her jaw and nibbles on her earlobe, his hand cupping her breast possessively. He's so confident, so sure of himself... and it's intoxicating. As she arches her back, pressing herself further against him, Cammy can feel the evidence of his arousal against her hip; his swollen erection straining to be free from his pants.

Her fingers find purchase in the waistband of his trunks and slide them down over his hips, freeing him. With a soft moan, she takes him in hand, stroking slowly up and down, matching the rhythm of her movements with his own growing urgency. His skin is warm and smooth beneath her fingertips; unbearably taut as he holds himself still for fear of losing control entirely.

Their kiss deepens, becoming more demanding with each passing second, and Cammy feels herself starting to lose herself in the sensation. Her head spins as pleasure courses through her veins; it's been so long since she's felt desire like this... for anyone. The sauna grows impossibly hot around them but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment with Henry, losing herself in the fire burning between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he calls her "Commander" in that husky voice, the sound sending shivers down her spine. She's never been called by that title in a context like this; it makes him sound possessive, dominant... and she finds herself wanting nothing more than to be his completely. With renewed vigor, Cammy picks up the pace of their lovemaking, her hand moving faster as Henry thrusts against it, begging for release.

Her lips find his neck, teeth nipping gently at his skin before trailing lower still, her tongue dipping into the hollow behind his ear. She can feel him tense beneath her touch; his muscles tighten and relax in time with each small thrust of her hand. It's exhilarating, like riding a wave of pleasure that seems to go on forever. Cammy moans low in her throat as he thrusts harder, harder still, matching the rhythm of her movements until they are both crying out in unison; their release washing over them like a storm-tossed sea.

Spent and satisfied at last, they collapse together onto the warm wood floor of the sauna, their bodies still entwined as their hearts race wildly against one another's skin. For this brief moment in time, there is no such thing as

Her heart still raced as she looked up at him, his eyes filled with desire and tenderness. The rush of pleasure had left her light-headed and disorientated but also strangely content; like a part of herself that had been missing for far too long had finally been found. As he helped her back onto the bench in the sauna, she leaned into him, their bare skin pressed against each other once more, reassuring herself that this was real... that it hadn't just been a figment of her imagination brought on by weeks of endless training and loneliness.

She nestled her head against his shoulder, breathing deeply of the scent of his sweat and skin, marveling at how something so intimate could feel so right. "I'm... I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice still rough from their exertions. "Thank you for that."

A moment of silence passed between them before Cammy found the courage to ask, her voice barely above a whisper, "Henry? Do you regret it?" There was a hint of fear in her voice, as if she were afraid that he might want to take back what they had just shared and return everything to how it had been before.

The sauna was quiet but for the soft hiss of steam escaping through its vents and the heavy rhythm of their breathing; each inhalation a reminder of the intensity of their desire for one another, each exhalation an admission that they were still together... still connected even after what they had just done. The weight of their shared experience pressed down on them both, but beneath it was something else; something new and fragile and infinitely precious.

Henry glanced at her before looking back out into the darkness beyond the steam-filled sauna, his expression unreadable. After

a moment he said softly, "No, Commander... I don't regret it." The way he said her title left no doubt that their relationship had changed; they were no longer just trainer and recruit, mentor and student. Something more had been born in the sauna, something new and thrilling and terrifying all at once.

As they sat together, surrounded by steam and sweat and the lingering scent of their passion, Cammy couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would she be able to keep him focused on his training? Or would this new connection between them only serve to distract him from his true goal? And most importantly, did it matter if it was a distraction as long as they both found comfort in each other's arms?

Cammy laughs softly as she gently pushes Henry away with her shoulder Stop it, you're making me blush. And you'd better not go telling anyone else that little secret of mine! But I have to admit... it is nice to know that there are still some recruits out there who appreciate an older woman's charms. It's easy to feel a bit lonely sometimes, you know? So... thank you for that.

Her heart races as he speaks so boldly, but she can't deny the desire she feels for him. A small smile curves her lips as she reaches down between them, grasping his length firmly before taking him into her mouth. With practiced ease, she begins to stroke and suck, feeling him growing hard against her tongue. Her breath comes in hot puffs against the sensitive skin of his shaft, echoing through the sauna as her hand pumps up and down.

Despite herself, Cammy moans around him, relishing the feel of his cock sliding back and forth across her tongue. She knows they shouldn't be doing this, but she can't seem to help herself; the pleasure is too great, too addictive... The sensation of his body arching against hers as he approaches climax has her own desire spiraling out of control, and soon enough, she finds her release as well; a shuddering gasp escapes her lips as hot liquid spills onto her tongue.

As they both catch their breath, Cammy looks up at him through hooded eyes, wondering what comes next... wondering how far this new connection will take them. For now, she's content to savor the afterglow of their passion, relishing the feel of his spent body against hers and knowing that however briefly or however long, they have found something truly special in each other.

Cammy can't help but smile against his skin as he groans in relief; the sound vibrating pleasantly through her chest. She pulls back just enough to look up at him, their gazes meeting in the dim light of the sauna. There is a strange sort of intimacy in this moment, as if they have crossed some invisible line and are no longer playing by anyone else's rules but their own. Her breath hitches as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still tasting him on her tongue.

As their eyes meet, Cammy knows that she can't go back to the way things were before; not now that they have felt this connection. She doesn't know where it will lead or how far it will take them, but for tonight... for this moment, she is content to let fate guide her steps. Reaching up, she gently caresses his cheek with the back of her hand, tracing his jawline before threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him down for a tender kiss.

Hesitantly, she nods. "Yes... what is it?" Her gaze drifts down to his lips, still tingling from her touch. She feels a blush creeping up her cheeks at the memory of their passionate kisses and intimate actions.

As he continues to hold her gaze, she forces herself to look him in the eye again. "Go on," she says softly.

She chuckles softly and returns his hug, wrapping her arms around him. "My real name... It's actually Christie," she says quietly. "But people have always called me Cammy." Naming herself after the most powerful member of the Delta Red team had been more than just a nod to her own strength; it had become part of who she was. Now, knowing that someone else knew her real name... it felt oddly intimate, like he'd seen behind her carefully crafted facade and accepted her for who she really was.

A moment passes before she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, "And what should I call you... besides Private Joseph?" She tilts her head slightly, studying his features in the dim sauna light, searching for some clue to his true self beneath the uniform and title.

Her breath catches in her throat as his tongue slides against hers, their lips moving together in a gentle dance. The taste of him lingers on her tongue long after he pulls away, and she can't help but smile against his neck. "Alright then," she murmurs. "Joey it is." As they continue to hold each other close, Cammy wonders what the future holds for them; if their relationship will remain this intimate or if time and training will see them drift apart once more. For now, though, she's content to savor these moments with him... basking in the warmth of his body and the soft glow cast by the nearby fire.

With a soft laugh, she nestles deeper into his embrace. "You're terrible, Joey." She presses a quick kiss to his shoulder before pulling away slightly, gazing up at him through her lashes. The sauna has grown cooler around them as they've been sitting here talking and she starts to shiver lightly from the chill.

"We should probably get going," she says softly. "Back to our respective quarters... back to reality." Her voice catches in her throat, but she forces a light laugh, trying to mask the nervousness that threatens to overwhelm her.

He takes one of her hands and brings it to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles. "Alright then, Christle." His eyes meet hers again, holding her gaze for what seems like an eternity before finally breaking away, looking down at their intertwined fingers instead. They stand together in silence for a moment longer, the steam from the sauna drifting around them like a gossamer veil.

Finally, Cammy sighs softly and takes one step back, pulling her hand free from his grasp. "Well... let's get cleaned up." She flashes him a quick smile before turning to make her way towards the changing area. As she goes, she can feel Joey's eyes on her back; it sends another shiver down her spine.

She doesn't know what will happen next between them... but one thing is certain: their lives have irrevocably changed. Tonight, in this sauna, they crossed a line they may never be able to uncross... and now all that remains is for them to see where fate leads them from here.

Her breath hitches as he tugs on her shirt, and she glances back at him over her shoulder. His eyes are intense, searching hers for... something. As she hesitates, unsure of what to do or say, a wave of desire washes over her once more. Carefully, she slips out of the uniform jacket and tosses it aside before looking up at him again. "What is it, Joey?" Her voice comes out sounding needy and breathless, echoing through the quiet barracks.

The tension between them thickens, electricity crackling in the air around them like a summer storm. It feels as though they're on the edge of something momentous... but whether it will be their undoing or their salvation remains to be seen. She licks her lips nervously, wondering if he can tell how badly she wants this, too.

Her heart races at the thought of spending the night with him in her room; their secret hidden away from everyone else. She takes a step closer, meeting his gaze as she runs her fingers through his hair, feeling its softness against her skin. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "But just for tonight."

Slowly, they make their way to her room, the air between them electric with anticipation. Once inside, she locks the door behind them, relishing in the privacy they now share. She turns to face him, taking his hand and leading him towards her bed, her eyes never leaving his face as they climb under the covers together.

As they lie there in the darkness of her room, their hearts racing in unison, Cammy wonders if she's made the right decision... if this is all going to end badly for them both. But for now, with Joey's warm body pressed against hers and his soft breath tickling her ear, she can't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over her.

Cammy shivers at his words; her body already warm from their closeness but even more so at the idea of being this close to him completely naked. She glances around them, making sure they're still alone before nodding slightly, lips curving into a soft smile. "Alright," she whispers back.

Slowly, they begin to undress, shedding their uniforms and undergarments in the darkness of her room. The air grows warm and heavy with desire as their skin meets once more, now unencumbered by cloth. As Joey's hand roams across her bare back, she arches into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Her hands trail up his chest, over his shoulders and then down his back, savoring the feel of him beneath her fingertips. He's so strong... so solid... it's intoxicating. As they cuddle together in the darkness of her room, their hearts pound wildly against each other; a rhythm that seems to echo through every fiber of their being.

With a contented sigh, she nestles her head onto his shoulder and closes her eyes, reveling in the intimacy they share at this moment. It's as though nothing else exists outside this small space, this single instant in time. For now, all that matters is this connection between them... this shared breath and heartbeat. She isn't sure how long it will last or where it will lead them tomorrow, but for tonight, she knows they are together... safe... and for that, she feels impossibly grateful.

Her heart races as Joey's hands roam over her body, the intimate contact sending shivers down her spine. With each slap against her bare ass, she arches into him harder, moaning his name in a whisper that barely escapes her lips. The kiss deepens, their tongues tangling and dancing as they explore one another's mouths. Their bodies are flush against each other, the warmth between them unmistakable even in the cool night air of the barracks.

She can feel him growing hard beneath her, pressing insistently against her lower stomach. With a soft gasp, she breaks their kiss to breathe easier for a moment before claiming his lips once more. She's not sure how much longer she can resist; every touch is like a brand on her skin, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release. As they stand together in the moonlight, Cammy knows that this night will forever be etched into her memory... the night she gave herself over to desire, to passion... the night she let go of control completely and surrendered to Joey.

Her hips begin to rock gently against his back, rubbing against him in a sweet agony that feels achingly good. "Joey," she whispers into his mouth, her voice hoarse with need. "Please..." She trails off, not sure how to put into words the intensity of what she's feeling. All she knows is that she wants more... and she needs him to give it to her.

Cammy pants as he presses her back against the bed, his erection hard and demanding between their bodies. Her fingers curl into the sheets, needy and desperate for release. Looking up at him through hazy lashes, she whispers, "I want you... inside me." Her hips rock up towards him again, seeking the connection they've found earlier in the sauna.

She feels a shiver run down her spine as he pushes his hand between their bodies, finding her wet and ready for him. With one swift motion, he guides himself to her entrance, pressing inside with a groan of pleasure that echoes through the room. She arches into him, crying out at the exquisite fullness, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to hold on.

As he begins to move inside her, Cammy closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of Joey's body sliding against hers, filling her in a way that goes far deeper than mere physical contact. This is everything she could have ever wanted and more... it's pure ecstasy, and she's never going to let him go.

Her cries fill the room as he spanks her and thrusts into her, claiming her body with possessive ferocity. Each slap against her ass only serves to heighten the sensation of his cock plundering her depths, her nerves on fire from the unyielding assault of pleasure. She arches beneath him, meeting each stroke with a moan or whimper as her orgasm builds relentlessly, threatening to consume her entire being.

With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside her and shudders with release, his body going still for a moment before tension coils through him once more as he continues to pump against her unyielding core. Cammy feels the walls of her sex contract rhythmically around Joey's length, milking every last drop from him as she comes undone in a scream that seems to echo throughout her very soul. Her body quakes and shudders with the force of her orgasm, leaving her spent and satisfied but craving more. More of him.

"You're welcome, Joey," she whispers, her voice still ragged from their passionate lovemaking. "I... I never meant for this to happen." She blushes, feeling a flutter in her stomach as his fingers dance across her bare skin. The intimacy they shared tonight was unlike anything she's ever experienced, and despite the fact that it could have devastating consequences for both of them, she can't help but feel grateful for this brief moment of connection... of peace.

As she lays there in his arms, her eyelids grow heavy with sleep. The soft moonlight streams through the window, casting a gentle glow across their entwined forms. For now, the future seems distant and unimportant; all that matters is this moment... this stolen time where they are alone together, bound by something far more powerful than mere rank or duty.

With a sigh, she nestles deeper into the crook of his arm, her breathing slowing as exhaustion claims her. "It's late... we should get some sleep," she murmurs, already drifting off. In this moment, there are no regrets, only contentment and a sense that their time together has somehow changed them both. As they slumber, their hearts race in unison, their bodies tangled like vines in the dark of night. Tomorrow, whatever may come, they will face it together... at least for now.

Gently stretching and yawning, Cammy slowly opens her eyes as the faint rays of sunlight peek through the windows of her barracks room. For a moment she feels disoriented, her thoughts tangled and sluggish from sleep. She blinks several times before memory floods back, washing over her in a warm rush: their passionate lovemaking... the way he felt inside her... the sounds of their bodies entwined. Her cheeks flush with heat as she remembers how they slipped away from duty and reality for just a few precious hours.

With a sigh, Cammy pushes herself up onto her elbows, glancing around the room in search of Joey. He's gone... already off to his own quarters no doubt. A pang of sadness curls in her stomach at the thought of not seeing him again until training today. She had hoped that they could sneak away for a few more moments together, but it was never meant to be.

Carefully, she slides out from under the covers and pads over to her desk, frowning slightly when she sees his note. Her brow furrows even deeper as she reads his words, wondering what he means by saying they should face whatever may come together... did he mean their relationship? Or just this situation with them both falling out of line? With a heavy heart, she picks up her uniform and heads off to get ready for the day ahead.

As she steps into formation alongside her squad mates, Cammy can't help but feel a weight on her shoulders. The knowledge that she and Joey have crossed an invisible line cannot be ignored any longer... it will only be a matter of time before someone discovers what they've done. She steels herself for whatever consequences may come, resolving to face them head-

I... I just want to say thank you again. For last night... and for everything else. You've been an amazing mentor and friend, Joey... even if things change between us now, I never want that to go away. Do you understand?

My breath hitches as his hands move over my body, and I feel my cheeks flush with heat at the thought of him touching me like this in public. But a small part of me is thrilled by the idea of being so brazen with him... to be able to push boundaries even further now that we've crossed this line together.

I lean closer to him, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "What do you have in mind?" My heart races in anticipation, and a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what could happen next.

The words send shockwaves through her, leaving her breathless and aching with desire. She doesn't know what he means by making her into a slut... but the thought of it sends a thrill racing up her spine. As his hands squeeze her ass, she can feel herself growing wet beneath her uniform, desperate for him to take control completely and show her what this all means.

Without thinking twice, she arches her back, pressing her body against his as their hips grind together in a silent promise of things to come. Her eyes meet his across the training grounds, and for a moment it's like they're the only two people in the world... alone together in this secret world where boundaries no longer exist and anything is possible.

As he squeezes her ass, my breath hitches and desire courses through me. His words send shivers down my spine... make me ache with need. I moan softly against his lips as our hips grind together, craving more of him. This newfound passion between us is intoxicating; it consumes me entirely, leaving no room for anything else.

I lean in closer still, wanting nothing more than to feel the heat of his skin against mine, to be lost in the sensation of him touching and claiming every inch of my body. He's become an addiction... a drug that I need to survive... one that promises endless pleasure and freedom from duty or consequence.

With a shudder, I close my eyes, imagining what it would be like for us to give into this desire completely... if we could find a way to hide away together where no one could ever catch us...