On January 5th, a girl grabbed a duffel bag that was almost bigger than she was, heaved it over her shoulders, then said goodbye to her Gramps and Pops at the train station. They were there to see her off – to see her grow from a young girl to a big girl on the biggest adventure she thought she’d ever experience.
If only she knew how adventurous her life would be.
She waited for the train, spotting a chap to the left of her that had a similarly huge duffel bag. They caught eyes. She smiled at him. He smiled at her. They walked towards each other.
“You’re going there too, aren’t you?” he laughed.
She nodded and laughed right back.
They chatted for a bit. It turned out, they were from the same town. They actually lived in the same town and had done the first part of the journey together without even knowing it.
“Shall we travel the rest of the way together?” he offered, pointing to another lad, further down the platform. “He’s from our way, too.”
“Sure!” she agreed, and we beckoned for the other lad to join us.
Ten minutes later they’d found the beer carriage, and the train pulled out of the station. By the time the journey had finished, some four hours later, all three of them were various shades of drunk after one too many cans of Stella.
It wasn’t exactly the greatest start, considering what they were about to do, but they saw it as their one last moment of rebellion and freedom. Plus, what else was there to do on a long, rainy train ride?
A coach collected them from the train station, then they were all bundled onto a ferry. She’d started to think that they’d never get there. There was always “one more part” of the journey to go.
They did eventually get there, of course. Outkast’s Hey Ya played in the background as they stepped out of the coach. She wrapped her arms around him, Sailor Boy, to give him a hug, but they were promptly separated by a man in uniform with a booming voice.
“No fraternisation here!”
I mean, if anyone could get into trouble for fraternising within FIVE SECONDS of stepping into a military base, it was her.
Over the next gruelling weeks, they grew closer and closer. He ironed her trousers. She bulled his boots. They stole quick kisses in dark corners, marvelling as other couples got caught and they never did. The fear factor made it all the more intoxicating. They didn’t fuck, but they did everything but that, and it didn’t take long for rumours to start spreading.
She had to leave before she was meant to, for reasons that ended up being not that important. The seven other girls in her room worked together, secretly, to keep watch while she snuck Sailor Boy in.
“You deserve to fuck him on your last night,” one of the girls said, and the others nodded in unison. “Plus, there’s that PO on duty, and he never goes into the girls’ room.”
Everyone worked together like it was a military operation. One was on the stairs. Another hid just outside the bedroom swing doors. There was another girl in the foyer, and one keeping an eye on the room where the important people sat… just in case. One of the girls even test-opened the fire escape door, to make sure it wouldn’t ring an alarm when they snuck Sailor Boy in.
They were almost successful. Almost. That one PO who “never” went into the girls’ room, went into the girls’ room, catching the two in a hardcore make-out session, just about to rip off each other’s clothes.
“Is that a fucking man on your bed?” his voice boomed.
Sailor Boy was going to have a hard time explaining that one away. Not her, though. She was leaving the next day, so nobody bothered with the disciplinary paperwork. What was the point? The PO did try to order her to “get down on the floor and give me fifty,” but she refused the push-up challenge.
She was leaving, and she no longer gave much of a fuck.
She promised to keep in touch with Sailor Boy, though.
“Do you want to come up to see me pass in with my family?” he asked, a week or so later.
“Oh my god, yes!” she replied.
And you can read all about that in the next blog post in the dating timeline, which is this one right here: Fucking In a Boat.
Don’t fancy reading the smut? You can skip to this blog post instead: A Breakup.
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