Her lips are warm and soft, so unlike the lips of boys' I've kissed before. She's not clumsy or hard; it's just a simple, slow kiss. My body is singin... with her touch and she's playing me like a finely tuned instrument and this is the first time I've ever been played. She breaks the kiss only for a moment, a breath shattering my lungs before she's kissing me again, only this time her tongue is coming into play. It brushes my lower lip and I gasp into her mouth, her tongue taking the opportunity. Catching on to the game, I tell her I want to fuck her. She rest her right hand on my cheek and pulls me in for a lascivious lip lock. Her pastel pink pillows reach my lips and my body tenses. They taste like Colgate mint toothpaste. I reach down to her back and pull her closer. She groans and wraps her arms around me so her naked nipples press against my ribs. The scent of her hair makes my head spin in a whirlwind of strawberries and pomegranate. Her tongue probes my mouth as if frantically. The drill instructor turned to the recruit. “Private, you said Kevin Butcher. Was he in the Marine Corps?”“Yes sir. He’s out now, but Kevin likes to say, ‘Once a Marine, always a Marine, sir.’”Staff Sergeant Allen nodded. “We’ll speak about this later.”Hyschak made a mental note to ask the drill instructor about this Kevin Butcher. He asked Private Schmidt about his religious beliefs and they decided his affiliation would change to Protestant. Private Schmidt agreed to attend those services on. ” his hand touched my lips as he said, “with your mouth”, his hand went down, “your boobs”, as he grabbed each of my boob from over my choli, slowly making way down, “and most importantly, from the most intimate part of your body”, his hand shot up my skirt and in one sudden move landed right between my legs saying, “your pussy, do you have any problem with that, Sweta?”. Instinctively I closed my legs, but as the question sunk into my mind, I relaxed and nervously shook my head replying, “N-No.