MY….. GOD!" Heather screamed as Steve buried himself completely into her. Immediately, her entire body began to shake and a stream of unintelligible...noises came from her. Her back arched and her legs wrapped reflexively around Steve's waist. He stopped his thrusting, gently laying on my wife and waiting for her to open her eyes. Heather's eyes fluttered open, a small full body shake overtook her as the density of the organ inside her was still affecting her. Steve smiled at her, their faces. After all, it was my bunk and was big enough for two people.I climbed back and kind of nudged Carly over to one side and slid in next to her. It'd been over three years since I actually slept with another woman. I do mean sleep, not having sex. I did pay a couple of women for sex since Mary's death. I was tired of masturbating and wanted the real thing, so I went to a prostitute a few times. It just wasn't the same when you had to pay for it.I eventually fell asleep, when I woke up; Carly was. She always thought the protection of her father in her first year and her obvious youth had shied suitors away. The fact she stayed away from the parties, or was not allowed to go to them left most guys with the impression she was not a party girl.She was proud how she had handled the come-on.She saw Arnie 3 more times that day and each time he smiled like he knew she would eventually come over to his side. She was happy that someone was flirting with her though. Besides the Animal House type. "Okay", I said. "Go into the bathroom there and put on the stuff you wore for Alex." When she came out I almost had to laugh, but didn't because she is my very good friend. Her shorts were bermuda length, although they were denim, and her heels were about 2" high, like something your mother might wear. She had on a white T-shirt that did make her breasts look okay, but not dynamite. I smiled at her and gave her a big hug. "Trust me on this girl", I said, as I looked her up and down, "I think we.