Jess Woods and Ethan Parker grew up in the same small English village at opposite ends of the same street. They went to the same school, although Jess was in the top classes for all subjects. They went to the same church and even hung out with the same friends. But as fate would have it, they couldn't have been any more different in appearance and personality if they tried.
Jess left school to go to college with top grades and a young body already showing signs of greatness. Ethan, on the other hand, left school to join the army with dismal grades and a short, tubby body to match.
Fast-forward five years to a crisp autumn day. Jess, now a junior doctor in the army medical corp, has just arrived at Grantham barracks. This bleak and semi-deserted place hosts some of the army's more specialist units for training and is home to the British Army's 122nd sqn.
Jess exits her car and surveys her new home as she walks across the square to the office block. She enters the back of the briefing room unnoticed and takes the opportunity to look at her new unit. Two dozen blokes face a whiteboard, some older, some younger, some making notes and some sipping on brews. The only thing they all had in common was that they were all male and paid absolute attention to every word that left the officer's mouth at the front of the room.
Then it happened. Her eyes met the elderly gentleman's at the front of the room, and he stopped mid-sentence. All eyes followed him, and then what he said next was too muffled to hear as she was lost in the moment.
Coming back out of the haze, she heard the name being repeated over and over again. She snapped out of it and introduced herself to a friendly round of laughter as the blokes in the room cracked at the sight of her sudden embarrassment.
As the briefing for that week's exercise ended, all the blokes filed past her, making their introductions. Surprisingly, she didn't feel uncomfortable standing there in front of them. She had expected to feel like a prized mair at the market, but it was the opposite. One by one, they filed politely past, making their introductions, and she noticed how the ages ranged from young to old, some wearing wedding bands and some didn't. Each soldier in this unit was different in age, experience and body type. The only thing they had in common was they all called her "Doc."
Then, just as she thought she'd made the last introduction, she heard what she thought was a familiar voice. Turning around, her mouth dropped open. Standing in front of her was Ethan. No longer the short, fat kid from the village, now a tall, broad-shouldered young sergeant in his early twenties with thick dark hair that's been neatly trimmed and just the teasing hint of a tattoo sticking out of his rolled-up sleeve.
Before Jess could find the words, he smiled, nodded, and, muttering the now-common two-syllable word "Doc," walked out of the room to prepare for training.
They arrived by Chinook at the training site, nestled deep within a forest surrounded by a kaleidoscope of fiery autumn leaves. The air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of pine and the distant sound of a babbling brook. They tabbed solidly throughout the day and into the night in almost complete silence, with only the odd command coming across coms and only a single break as they reached their final objective.
Jess quickly learned that all she had heard about this small unit was true. They marched like men possessed across treacherous terrain and then fought like Spartans to clear their objective before slipping back into the shadows of the forests unseen and untrackable. It was a sight to behold, and she instantly knew she would have to up her game if she was to be their medical officer.
On the second day of continuous marching, they finally reached a suitable location to construct a harbour area. As they set up their shelters under the shelter of towering trees, laughter began to erupt from the men as they struggled to assemble them due to extreme tiredness and the odd injury.
Jess quickly set about mending those who carried injuries from the extreme march. By late afternoon, she had the men rebuilt to the best of her ability.
Soon, the unit noticed the sky began to darken unexpectedly, thick clouds rolling in as the temperature dropped. A sudden wind whipped through the trees, carrying a biting cold that none had anticipated.
"I didn't think it would get this cold," Jess said, rubbing her hands together as they sat around the small burners cooking up rations.
Ethan frowned, glancing up at the sky. "Neither did I. Maybe it's just a cold front passing through."
But it wasn't just a cold front. The wind picked up as night fell, and snow fell in thick, heavy flakes. The burners struggled against the wind, and soon, they were forced to retreat into their shelters as the world outside transformed into a winter wonderland. Under the thin tarp, the temperature plummeted, and the thin layers of their sleeping bags offered little protection against the cold.
Shivering, Jess heard footsteps outside her shelter. Ethan's face appeared under the tarp, and he quizzed Jess about who her battle buddy was. On discovering she didn't have one, he dumped his sack and shimmied under her shelter and into his sleeping bag.
As the temperature continued to drop, a voice came across the coms, instructing the unit to forget Stag and hunker down against the storm. Jess instinctively huddled closer to Ethan, trying to find warmth. "This is crazy," she muttered through chattering teeth. It's like winter just decided to show up out of nowhere."
"Come here," Ethan said, his voice soft but firm. He unzipped his sleeping bag and instructed Jess Todo to do the same. He opened his arms to her. "We need to share body heat if we're going to stay warm."
Jess hesitated momentarily, her heart racing, but the cold quickly made the decision for her. She connected the two bags and zipped them up. She pressed her body against his. The heat of his skin starkly contrasted with the icy air around them, and she sighed in relief as warmth began to spread through her.
Ethan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Better?" he asked, his breath warm against her ear. "Much better," Jess whispered, feeling their tension heighten in the confined space. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the strong beat of his heart against her back. The moment's intimacy was overwhelming, and she could feel the boundaries of their friendship blurring.
Time seemed to slow as they lay there, bodies pressed together in the dark. The storm raged outside, but the world had shrunk inside their shelter to just the two. The cold and the snow became distant concerns as their awareness of each other grew.
Jess shifted slightly, turning in Ethan's arms to face him. Their eyes met in the moon's dim light, and she saw the same longing reflected in his gaze that she had been hiding for so long." Ethan…" she began, but he silenced her with a gentle touch.
"I've always wanted you, Jess, but I was never brave enough to act on it," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. But I didn't think you'd be interested."
Jess's heart ached at his words, and she reached up to cup his face in her hands. "You're never one for taking a chance," she said softly. "You're going to take a chance now?."
With that, she closed the small distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a tender and intense kiss. Years of unspoken feelings erupted between them as they gave in to the desire they had both held back.
Their kisses grew more urgent, their hands exploring each other's bodies as well as they could in the cramped confines of their sleeping bag and under their uniforms. The cold was forgotten as their shared warmth turned into something much more. Ethan's touch was gentle but firm, his hands leaving fire trails across Jess's skin as he explored every inch of her. She responded in kind, her hands trembling with anticipation as she pulled him closer.
The tension between them finally snapped, and they gave themselves over to the moment. Ethan's hand fumbled with the clasp on Jess's belt, and she gave him a hand with the button and zip as he did the same, pushing his trousers down to his knees, freeing his aching cock from its confines.
Jess has gave in to the passion simmering beneath the surface for so long. She grasped Ethan's engorged member and started furiously pumping it back and forth as her lips pressed tightly to his.
"I need your fingers," Jess whispered into Ethan's mouth. His trembling hand slipped from up under her shirt where he had been massaging her breasts and down between her thighs. To his surprise, she was extremely smooth, as if she had only been waxed. The feeling felt magical to Ethan. He slipped his fingers lower, and between her swollen folds, her excitement was evident. Her clit was engorged and was roughly the size of a small pearl; her breath caught as he brushed over it. Finally, he found where she wanted him, and with surprising ease, he slid two fingers into her hot, velvet tunnel.
Ethan felt Jess sink her teeth into his bottom lip as his fingers parted her lips and curved up to tap on her front wall. The shelter filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the soft murmurs of their names, and the rhythmic pumping of their hands moving together in perfect harmony.
Jess broke the kiss, letting go of Ethan's now hot pre cum dripping member. She grabbed his wrist and pushed it away from between her thighs. Jess felt empty but knew it wouldn't be for long. Before Ethan could mutter a word, she spun around in the tight confines of the sleeping bag and pushed her butt back into Ethan.
Ethan got the hint instantly; he rubbed his hand over his now sensitive mushroom head, spreading the juices from his fingers over the tip before grasping it at the base between his thumb and forefinger. Jess lifted her leg as much as she could to allow him better access, feeling his penis blindly brushing up and down, seeking her entrance. She reached between her legs, took matters into her own hands, and guided him to the hot, sweet hole.
Feeling his cock come in contact with the unmistakable hot wetness of a ripe pussy Ethan pushed forwards and, in one thrust, was bottomed out inside Jess's pussy. He froze for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her muscles twitching around him as they adjusted to the intrusion. Then he withdrew a little before thrusting forward with all his might. His penis pushed past her cervix, and a moan escaped her lips. Luckily, the snowy wind that blew all around them swallowed it up.
It was like that sudden sharp sting flicked a switch deep inside Jess, releasing an animal. With every thrust of Ethan's steel rod, Jess pushed back onto it, forcing it deeper into her tight tunnel. Her right hand made its way between her legs and began its assault on her pleasure pearl. The combination of his impressive pole ploughing in and out of her and her skilful fingerwork soon had Jess climaxing in the most animalistic way. Ethan's hand came around her face and covered her mouth to muffle her moans. Her free hand reached out to grasp something but found nothing but snow-covered dirt.
Climax after climax tore through Jess's tiny body, leaving her drained and a little tender, but Ethan was still going strong. "You need to finish," she instructed. Ethan began to pound franticly. Each thrust was met by her red ass pushing back into him as he withdrew almost his entire length before repeating the process. Jess dug both hands into the soil to allow her to push back some more. The night was filling with the sounds of stormy winds and muffled moans. Jess took the pounding, and Ethan edged closer to release. Then all of a sudden, his movements changed, and he stayed deeper in her as he murmured into her neck, "I'm about to cum!"
"Pull out!!" Jess instructed, but Ethan couldn't. Their bodies were too close in the confines of the sleeping bags for him to get out of her. She felt him swell deep inside of her as he was sliding out of her, but before she could feel the emptiness that would mean she was safe, she felt the twitching sensation that could only mean one thing. His seed was filling her tiny pussy. Shot after shot of hot cum was splatting against her walls as Ethan moaned into her neck.
Sensing the damage had already been done, Jess pushed back onto Ethan and let him bottom once more as they giggled like two love-struck teenagers.
It was as though the storm outside had mirrored the storm inside them, a fierce and sudden change that swept them off their feet and left them breathless. And when it was over, when they lay tangled in each other's arms, the warmth between them finally enough to keep the cold at bay, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Ethan pressed a soft kiss to Jess's cheek, his heart racing. "I don't want this to end," he murmured, his voice filled with a vulnerability he had never shown before.
Jess smiled up at him, her fingers fumbling with her belt buckle. "It doesn't have to," she replied. "We've waited long enough, haven't we?"
He nodded, pulling her closer as they settled into a comfortable silence, the storm outside finally beginning to wane. The snow had blanketed the world in white, but inside their shelter, they had found a warmth that had nothing to do with the thermal sleeping bags they had been issued.
As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still intertwined, they knew that their friendship had changed forever, blossoming into something deeper, something more profound. The storm had brought them together in a way that neither of them had expected. Still, neither could deny that it was precisely what they had both wanted.
As the sun breached over the horizon, the coms came back to life: "Stand to!" Ethan and Jess gazed at each other and smiled. They quickly separated their sleeping bags and crammed them into their burgers. Ethan grabbed his rifle and took up position facing outwards from the harbour area. Within a few minutes, Jess had dismantled the shelter and joined him on the line.
The sound of crunching snow gave away the approach of somebody from behind them, but Ethan and Jess kept their eyes fixed on the treeline. "Morning Doc, I hope you kept warm last night. Was Parker good company?" Jess smiled at Ethan. "Perfect gentleman, sir, although he snores like a pig."
