It was pungent, kind of like bleach or maybe fish. All I know is it got all over my hand, so I wiped the gooey stuff on his car seat. I didn't want it...on my clothes, that's for sure.That was the end of Greg that night. He was drained and took me home soon after.The weeks rolled by quickly my senior year. After the night with Greg, I started dating more regularly. Most dates involved parking and some kind of light sex, but not the real thing, not what I was after.My girlfriend, Gail, had invited. Lieutenant, you're exempt, of course."I felt my ears grow hot. The nature of Targeted Extraction Group operations required that sometimes I leave weapons behind. Often I had to work naked. Today was different—of course. I got to wear clothes because that was 'conduct expected' for my extraction target. Even my presentation graphics had been edited so that I would be able to avoid being charged with kiddie porn crimes. 'Protect the children' is the battle cry of every despot who seeks to control. My fingers clicked quickly in response on the keys.“The thought of all those different cocks that could demand my service makes my mouth water. Thinking of kneeling and wrapping my lips around cock after cock. Mmmmm. My pussy would be so fucking wet, my thighs would be slick!”My thighs were slick right now! I was so tempted to reach down and slip my hand under my panties. Run my fingers between my warm and wet pussy lips and rub my engorged clit. But my hands would be covered in my own juices. I was surrounded by a crowd of kids and parents, I'dhave a boner pushing out the line of my shorts. Finally, it gottoo much, I'd have to get up from the seat, and walk through thecrowd. Never mind that my excitement was obvious to anyone wholooked closely. I had to get away, to go somewhere alone, andmasturbate. So I was a jerk off all through high school, my desire for girlswas too intense, too overwhelming to relate to one normally. Iwas sick with fear that someone would find out my.