“I need to get some headed paper”, he pointed at the shelf above the copier. “I’m not stopping you”, I said. He took another step forward,...now standing almost between my legs. “Could you move?” I ignored him. “Ok, suit yourself.” He moved forward, his crotch now almost in my face. The devil in me took over. He reached up to get a ream of paper as I reached forward and ran my hand over his crotch. He almost dropped the paper, a gasp escaping his lips, a look of shock on his face. I kept my. It was my fault and I had to let him know how sorry I was. I had to tell him that it was never anything he did that caused me to do something so stupid and so selfish. God, how selfish was I? Even now when I remember the way I was thinking back then, it makes me sick to my stomach. Sick and miserable.I wonder what he thinks about me now? Or, if he even does think of me. And did he think of me during all those years? Like I thought of him? How many nights did he fall asleep, his hands holding. I'm not sure which. I hope it's me, or we're in big trouble, 'cause I'm pretty sure you can't fly this thing!" She was having fun. I wish I was. Then the radio crackled in my earphones."Amy! Are you close? I have to make a decision here soon! We are running out of ammo. The other girls just landed, but that's only going to give us a few minutes leeway. Where are you, girl?" Samantha sounded almost jovial; she knew she wasn't going to suffer if they lost the battle, as she would kill herself to. Thank you very much, but I'm very comfortable in my manhood and wasn't interested in having a guy suck me. But after a couple of months, I had to admit that one mouth was as good as another. It wasn't, after all, my mouth doing the deed. I could still claim full masculinity afterward.I answered a reply from a guy that promised he was talented and would have me orgasm like a fountain. Better yet, he was close to where I worked and could easily stop by when I got out. We made a plan and I headed.