“Hold this,” she said as she got out her room key. We made our way in, and I set our glasses of wine on the nightstand.“Look, I think I’ve mad... myself pretty clear here. But since you didn’t get my other not-so-subtle hints…I want us to have this night together once and for all. I want you, okay? Is that not clear enough now??” she asked as she finished her glass of wine and grabbed my hand yet again. “Anything you want. I’m all yours tonight.”I had been dying to know what Lisa felt like and. Sounds around them were diminishing, becoming virtually nonexistent. Boys don’t spend long in communal showers. They were alone. In the distance, above the sound of water running, door slammed every few seconds. They both stood there, waiting. ‘Yes, we do. Two more games, then it’s all over. Your off to university. Play county rugby….worlds your oyster. Lucky lad. Nice cock!’ Joe nearly choked. ‘Nice cock’…. did Marshall really say that. Naaa couldn’t have. ‘Pppardon’ ‘I said..’nice cock’.. I was pretty sure I knew who it was, but I needed to be sure. The dim light the computer provided allowed me to make out someone sitting in a chair. Someone tall and broad with dark hair. It was Jason, a guy Id been crushing on for months. He is exactly my type: a little older (he is 30), about 61, with thick black hair, cool blue eyes, sexy as hell smile, and the perfect amount of bulk on his build (Ive always preferred bigger guys). He had a short beard going, which suited him perfectly. A. We both paused, in suspended animation there for a handful of seconds, before our mouths opened together, out tongues met and intermingled and my hand finally got to hold of one of her breasts. It was great. This was, quite possibly, the best first kiss a 25 year old male had ever had. When her hand dropped to my lap and pressed itself against my raging erection, I was truly happy for the first time in a long time.I fondled her breast, squeezing, kneading, plucking at her nipple and pressing.