Now my mind was made up that summer seemed to pass slower than ever. I had written to Alan and told him of my plans and his letters got fewer and fewer. He had moved back home after his school year ended, so I managed to take a few days off to go home and see him over one weekend.
Emma was off on her holiday to the continent somewhere, so I didn't tell her about going home. I was able to go dancing with Alan on the Saturday night and had a wonderful time, we left the dance early to go and enjoy ourselves in private. The weather cooperated as it was a nice mild evening, so we were able to go to the park and lie down to enjoy ourselves. I particularly liked that as now I could please him using my mouth as well as my hands. I enjoyed licking and sucking his manhood, I was good at it, having learned how to deep throat a man to give him some awesome pleasure. He let me climb on top and shag him till the stars burst over me, I was able to have a most wonderful orgasm with him.
I saw him again the following afternoon, thank goodness there was no Emma to contend with and we talked about my plans to join the military. Alan wasn't too thrilled about it as he had a low opinion of women in the military, but I tried to explain to him about Mother and how I felt it was a viable option for me at that time.
I had to leave to get back to my Job in Glasgow, so after that his letters got fewer and fewer as the summer went on, till I finally accepted the fact that except for the sex, he wasn't really interested in me. It was the second rejection I received where they enjoyed the sex with me but that was all; the first had been Derek and now him, only I didn't realize it at the time. In a way it made me more determined to go ahead with my plans to join the WRAF.
I got my call to arms in September of that year, and told where to report. I gave my notice at work and went home for a few days before leaving to join the Air force. On the day before I left I went to visit Emma and I was more vigorous that ever with her, after all I'd gone over two months without any sex and was surprised at myself as to how much I'd missed her. It was a tearful good bye but I promised to keep writing her, as well as seeing her any time I came home on leave.
The first day were spent 'arriving' as they called it, we were issued bedding and shown to our barracks. There must have been about 20 of us in each one, two rows of beds down each side of a long room, and we each had what was called our own bed space. None of us knew anyone else as we came from all over the country, so we began to introduce ourselves to each other. Next we were 'kitted out,' issued our uniforms and began to get a feel for Military life.
First we were taught the most important things, like how to salute officers, not to talk to them unless we were invited to. How to stand at attention and how to stand at ease when invited to do so, then the real luxury, 'stand easy.'
I began to wonder if I'd done the right thing by enlisting, the other thing too was it seemed necessary for Officers, and that included 'Non Commissioned Officers' to shout rather than talk, a strange lot really I thought.
Once we were 'kitted out' in our uniforms, we had to spend time sewing our service number inside everything, so when things were sent to the laundry they would know what belonged to whom. Each morning we had to get up and fold our bedding in a certain way, get dressed for the day then go to the mess hall for breakfast. Then to the parade ground to begin learning how to march, that seemed to be a never ending exercise to get it right. We were forever being yelled at, "heads up shoulders back, chest out and open those legs, left right come on swing those arms" etc.. The drills were broken up with lectures on the service, explaining the different ranks, Aircraft recognition and other useless topics.
By the end of each day I was exhausted, and after supper would rest for a bit then write my letters, or shine the buttons and cap badges with Brasso for the next day. One night a week was what was known as 'bull night,' where we had to wax and polish the floor. Dust everything; scrub the bathrooms and washrooms etc. ready for inspection the next morning. We had Saturday afternoons and Sundays off, and Sunday was the only day we really had to ourselves when we could sleep in, and get up when we felt like it and go and do whatever we wanted.
By the end of the first week we were beginning to get to know each other, and friendships were forming amongst us. I also wrote to Emma, she immediately replied asking me to tell her about the other girls in the barracks, what I thought of them and did I find any of them attractive.
I had to admit I did, as friendships were formed I found myself attracted to Julia, she was much like me, a little on the shy side and also bewildered by the military attitude. As we got to know each other our friendship deepened, and soon we were going to the mess hall etc. together. On weekends we went into town to shop, or have a few drinks and go to dances and pictures.
She was 18, a couple of years younger than me, a few pounds overweight yet well proportioned much like Emma in a way. Because of her shyness she had led a kind of sheltered life really, so we had much in common as far as our social lives had been at home. Instead of going on to college or University she had chosen to enlist in the service. As we got to know each other more and more she came out of her shell, and I found she had quite a strong character, and opened up to me more as time went on.
She was still a virgin and asked me if I was, I admitted I wasn't and she quizzed me about how I came to lose my virginity, and did I like it, had I been with many men etc..