Did I make the wrong choice or what? Well, a few weeks later back at the BOQ, Callie and I were working on something official and departed for our roo...s. I remembered something I forgot to ask her, walked back to her room and knocked. ‘Who is it?’ ‘It’s me. I need to ask you a question.’ When she opened the door she was wearing her gray military physical training uniform: cotton t-shirt and loose fitting shorts. I could see she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and looked soft, if. Inside, I was melting. I wanted him to turn and ravish me. I needed to be ravished, but Steve was coy and shy. He loved to tease. I think he got a kick out of doing it. As he was picking up his jeans, I decided it was now or never. “OK,” I remarked, “Enough is enough.” Steve looked in my direction, a huge question mark spread across his face. I stepped over to where he stood and grabbed the blue jeans from his hands. He looked surprised. I hooked a finger into the elastic waist band of his. She could feel a bump. Christ, she thought, he’s getting a boner. He was holding her so tight she couldn’t move, she could scarcely breathe. He moved his head a little so he could whisper to her. Caitlyn, he began, but she couldn’t hear the rest of the sentence. At least he had remembered her name. She thought he had said something about pussy but she wasn't sure.Suddenly, Coach McKinley spun her around so he was standing right behind her. He still had his arms around her waist. He moved her. But Luke’s hand was firm on the back of her head, preventing her escape. Part of her was scared now, she was going somewhere she’d never been before…part of her wanted to turn and run while she still could…and yet part of her, the part which usually got her into trouble, was insisting that she carry on. Nervously, she flicked out her tongue and tasted the sticky liquid oozing from his cock. It was sweet and salty. It left a coating on her lips, like treacle would, so that she could still taste.