After Basic Training I was assigned to Air Traffic Control School In sunny Pensacola, Florida. Now when I was in Basic you always heard rumors about l...esbian and dykes in the Navy. In basic training we were watched pretty closely and I never saw anything to verify those rumors. That’s until I got to Pensacola. The first week I got there I reported on a Thursday and had the whole weekend off. Everything was normal until Friday night. I felt like I had been invited to a Roman orgy. Guys were going. We were sharing Peggy’s bedroom now. I was no longer a mere guest. I was in her big bed, hoping that when she came out of the bathroom she would be as naked and as horny as I was.She didn’t disappoint. She was, indeed, in her birthday suit, tanned and fit as always, her skin bearing a hint of bronze without any sign of tanlines.I made a mental note to ask her how she managed that.It was pretty clear that it was going to be an exceptional homecoming. But first, Peggy wanted to talk a bit.. "Nice ass, I'm Catie" was all she had to say, and from there we formed a dysfunctional relationship full of sexual tension and flirting that never went anywhere..well almost never did. Fast forward a year... We had become very close, helping each other stay sober and sharing our experiences with problems and relationships. Even though Catie and I had never had sex, we always ended up talking about what the sex was like with these other people. She would joke about things like my penis. The pain in my calves and feetwas just a fleeting thought compared to the agony of my nipples. Sometears formed at the corner of my eyes and I began to hyperventilatethough my choker hole again. I felt the plug in my ass stretching mewide and I tried to concentrate on that since it was the most pleasantsensation at the time.With my breasts getting used to their new position the pain in mynipples began to subside back to a dull throb. I looked in the threepanel full length mirror I was suspended.