” I pulled down the zipper. Gravity and my cock took care of the rest.As hard as I was, it practically leapt from my shorts, and I squeezed my pelvi... muscles along with the rest of my frontside, making me appear (I hoped) like a sweaty shredded God of Fucking. She breathed in sharply at the sight of my tight exterior, abs all pumped up, cock swollen to bursting, and she reached up to touch my sides and stomach, as if to make sure I was real. I was, as was the utter devastation I was about to. I wasn’t sure if I should be the one to bring her fully into the world of womanhood. My decision in this regard, I knew, was not mine alone to make, but I knew, and Katelyn knew, it was an inevitable thing that was probably going to happen. We had been so close and not gone there, but only because of luck and my own selfish desires.A tap on my apartment door brought me back to reality. I looked at my alarm clock. It was close to 3:30 in the morning. I stumbled out of bed, pretty certain it was. She must have read the blend of shock and confusion on my face. “You don’t remember me?” she asked with disbelief. I did not. Which was remarkable for more than one reason. First, she was beautiful. Long dark hair, the fine features of a model, pale blue eyes, tall, fit. Second, I rarely forgot even the most passing of female acquaintances. Hell, to this day I remember the face and smile of a woman with whom I shared six seconds of eye contact on a subway train thirty years ago. And third,. "We will," I replied, then went off to the cafeteria to find Mike and talk to him about the mission. I found a wide selection of MRE's for lunch. The steak sandwich looked interesting so I grabbed one. I found Mike and went to sit by him and gave him the information on the mission."So we should plan on staying a week?" Mike asked."Well someone will need to be there, remember it's only a few minutes away by chopper." Ok, so you just want our presence there to talk to the survivors?" Yep, that's.