Eventually he returned and sat down with that lop sided grin of his that I knew the girls had loved when he was younger,"She said I was boring" Boring..." Yeah, she always wanted to know why I couldn't be more like you" Like me?" Yeah, like you, interesting, doing things, going places, you got to admit you've got a far more interesting life than I could ever have" Oh Mark" I sighed and took his hand in mine, "If only you knew" Knew what?" Well let's skip the "being beautiful" bit, do you know why. I heard guys screaming that they wanted to see that sweet ass under the denim. I was on the big video screen. I tried to hold on to my shorts but too many hands grabbed the pockets, seems and belt loops. I didnt expect them to last the animalistic tugging. The denim lasted only for about a minute. Afterall the shorts were old, faded and the fabric weakened from repeated washing and sitting out in the bright summer sun. I could hear guys saying that a girl who dressed in jean shorts like that. “I heard you locking the door earlier,” Mark said, his eyes wide open and innocent. “I just wanted to gain some more time by just walking to your door and knocking.”Gain some more time for me, Carter mused. Now he looked over Mark’s desk through the glass doors. Mark didn’t have the same luxury of privacy as he had. The secretary was practically working in a fishbowl.He squinted as he examined the guy waiting in the hallway. How nice of Mark to keep the guest waiting there, Carter thought. All I could hear was his heartbeat. I sighed in response. That seemed to be good enough for him. When we reached his car my pussy ached and all I wanted was a kiss. Any kiss. Any kiss at all. I gazed into his eyes and waited for the kiss, he did not disappoint. It was better then my first. Kevin pulled way and all I wanted was to continue the kiss. I leaned forward and let a small sound escape, not meaning to, I just did not want him to stop. I leaned forward and stretched so I was standing.