I was desperate to have you inside me, and arched my back, and begged to be fucked like a bitch in heat. Finally you held me still, and slowly but su...ely worked your way in to my tight wet pussy. I was lost in the pleasure, but not so far gone that I didn't hear a gasp behind me. Maybe I had secretly hoped for it all along, but Barbara was home early. "Oh my God, what are you doing?" was her outraged cry, and my first instinct was to jump up and cover my nakedness, but you had one hand on. I decided to not talk about it and just trust her. On Thursday I talked to her and asked her about the fish fry on Friday and she told me she thought we should skip a few weeks. She was tired of going there every Friday.That was all right with me and we went to other restaurants. On Saturdays we began going to different sports games. I wasn't much for the crowds but Sheila liked it. She even convinced her Mom and Dad to go to a game with us. I think they were beginning to like me. It was nearly. I was a pretty young sophomore in high school, at the tender and sexually-peaking age of sixteen. He was a junior and seventeen. We'd been dating for several months and had spoken about sex a few times, agreeing we'd wait until we both felt ready for it.It was a Saturday night. We were sitting on his bed holding hands and watching a movie, and his parents were out for the weekend. When the movie ended I glanced over at Nick and realized he'd been staring at me for several minutes. He smiled. Kaylee was just so special that she deserved so much more than he could ever give her. Maybe that was what bothered him the most. — Tapping his fingers next to the keyboard, trying to think of what to say, he stared helplessly at the empty email draft for Kaylee as the words refused to come to him. Except for the sound of fingers pranging on the keyboards and whispered conversations of Airmen talking to their loved ones on the telephone, it was relatively quiet in the Morale Tent. Frustration.