”Except for two of them in the corner who were too busy glaring at me, the teens started to giggle. A wave of embarrassment with a hint of pride and...a slight after taste of utter awkwardness swept over me. The conversation continued around me, while I discovered that, despite my supposed maturity, I could still shift nervously in my seat.I kept myself distracted by thinking about what Jenny had said, but the joy I felt continually looked over its shoulder. Finally, my thoughts shifted to a few. So much for the holidays. After sitting there for a while, I walked onto the sand and looked around. Some were crying, others were hugging, some were testing their electronics. I don’t think anything was working, people were pretty upset. I walked over to the girl I knew and her friend, who were sitting with each other, crying.“You okay?” I asked.“Yeah, I just miss home.” Said the girl. Her friend looked away, still shocked by what happened.“Hey, we’ll make through it. I’m Brian.” I reached out. He waited till the next day to text me. He said something like this is your delivery boy. I was laughing. We texted almost nonstop till the day before his layover. He was in a room close to the restaurant. I stopped by over there to see him, we didn’t do anything because I didn’t want to come off too easy. But it made things all the more fun when he delivered the order the next day. During the next week, he stopped by my house one of the nights but we didn’t have sex. We kissed a little,. He kisses her lips and wastes no time running a thick, appreciative thumb along the wetness of her slit. Rose sighs. He moves his kisses to her neck where he nibbles and sucks. Roman runs his shaking fingers up the back of her spine, through her hair. Sparks ignite in Rose's chest, fire spreads to the sensitive lobes of her ears, her nipples and fingertips. Rose alters the position of her long legs; her thighs press him closer, drawing him in. At the juncture of her thighs, his fingering.