...Her breath drew in as the sound of the turning knob permeated the room. The door opened and footsteps filled her ears. Her heart was pounding and a...plifying every sound. The door closed and then she heard nothing. “What was he doing?” she thought to herself. She was becoming more aroused and the seconds ticked by as she felt the moisture between her legs increase.“Spread your legs” he said breaking the silence and she complied opening her legs without making a sound. “Wider and arch your. I stepped back, pulled the drawstring on my boardies undid the velcro and let them fall to the ground, I grabbed a towel and dropped to my knees with my butt pointed at him. He dropped behind me and I could feel his hot breath on my butt and his tongue moving to my hole, I shivered, if felt so sensuous and his tongue flicked my ring and lapped around the rose bud, finally slipping into the crevasse, gradually opening my hole. I moaned in heated abandon wanting this guy to take me and make me. I was sixteen, blonde hair, blue eyes, and was a little sassy.Back in those days, I knew I had John's heart, but I saw him as a friend. He hoped when I was eighteen, I'd date him, but I was already taken. I had left the base, and moved back to Ohio to finish school shortly after meeting John. We never lost contact, but I married someone else.I still went to see him, visiting him every few months on my way to see my parents. I knew he was saddened by my marriage, but he never admitted it. Life. Steve chuckled at the memory. At the last Fourth of July picnic, he and Barbara had come upon Barbara's grandmother sitting at a table with the CEO and CFO of the firm where Steve worked and their wives. Astonished, Steve had said he hadn't even known Lydia was acquainted with them. The group had laughed. Lydia told him she'd known these two men and their wives since they were all toddlers sharing the same toys in a sandbox.Steve had suddenly understood how and why the firm's policy on married.