Sure, as guys we'd give each other a hard time, occasionally make jokes about so-and-so being gay or something like that, but never were serious about...it. Just teenage fun, right? But this... holy crap. This was wrong, but so fun...Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to explore my rigid tool through my shorts... I was in both heaven and hell at the same time. I didn't know what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and didn't want it to stop. Now it was my. Except the next time I get to choose, and you cant say no, ok? Sure, no worries. I said, smiling. Shake on it? Werent you meant to be doing whatever I pleased? Hmm, well, I am, I never said no conditions did I? She was a huge smart ass at times. Well whatever We shook on it, sealing the deal. With that, she just got out of the car and started stripping. This caught be off guard and I just gawked. Here we were in the middle of a public area and she had no problem stripping. I was just going to. Damien stroked her face, and ran his fingers through her long smooth hair. His hands explored her body eagerly, one running through her hair and the other sliding down to end up at her waist. As they kissed, his desire got the best of him – he slid his hand under her shirt, slowly upwards toward her breast. She gasped as she felt his hand caressing her through her bra. Her small nipple grew taut. He broke away from her kiss long enough to bring both hands to her shirt. He had a brief moment of. Instead, she focused on wanting her test results back.“You think they’ll come today?” she asked hopefully.I thought about it and shook my head. “They COULD,” I admitted. “I think tomorrow is more likely though and Thursday is a possibility too.”She looked anguished, but took a deep breath and calmed herself. “It’s killing me!” she whispered to me, her voice quaking.I hugged her and told her I loved her. “Stay strong,” I told her. “We’ll have your clearance soon and then you’re free.”She nodded.