I knew he felt the same way, but he always tried to hide it. I could tell the way he looked at me when I asked him if a certain pair of pants made my ...utt look big, or when me and him wrestled in the pool. I was 15 when I finally decided to tell him how I felt. I remember calling him up on his cell. The first words out of his mouth were that he and Morgan, a girl we went to school with, were now dating. Needless to say, I told him nothing that day. But as I lay in bed that night, I told myself. .. I had a shower and, about fifteen minutes later, he had arrived. He was in the lobby and was wearing a blue shirt. I nervously walked out of my room, wearing shorts, a T-shirt and sandals, and went to the lobby. There I saw a man, somewhere between 40 and 50 years old, a little on the heavy side, sitting on the couch and wearing a blue shirt. He saw me and smiled. I told him that nobody was sharing my the room and he followed me down the hall. On the way I told him my name was lana. "You're. Wartime hero, peacetimefuckup, that's me.I sat down at the end of the bar and the bartender didn't make a movebefore a couple of the women--a big brawny one and a cute little slip ofa girl--came up behind me."I think you're in the wrong place, queenie," the big one said in a deepvoice."Free country," I said. "I just want a drink, I'm not looking fortrouble." Well you fuckin' well found it," the little one squeaked. I managed notto laugh, but she obviously saw the amused twinkle in my eye and. ” Jeanine turned into me some more, and looked me in the eye. “Please fuck me. I need to be fucked. I really need to be fucked.” To emphasize her point, she grabbed my now exposed cock in her hand and squeezed the shaft and head until it hurt. Pre-cum spurted out over her hand. She took her pre-cum soaked fingers and ran them over my chin and lips. “Fuck me and I’ll do anything you want,” she said. Deftly, whether she knew it or not, she had turned the situation around. There is not much more.