“Nah,” Crystal replied, ‘That’s too whore-like.” “Well, we have my place,” I proffered. “Do you have any animals?” Crystal inquired... “I am allergic to cats- dogs I can handle, but cats are out.” “No cats,” I responded. I reached over and took Crystal’s hand in mine. Her palm was sweaty. “Nervous?” I inquired. “A little,” she replied. “Why?” I inquired. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be a disappointment,” she replied. I placed my hand directly on her left breast and squeezed. “You could. One of the cashiers named Trisha came in and ordered a snack from a vending machine. "Do you mind if I join you?", she asked with a cute smile. Not at all, please do., I responded. She was a very cute 19 year old black girl and we had quickly become friends since I started working there having frequent conversations. Trisha stood at about 5'2" tall and weighed at about 120 pounds. She had a petite thin frame with a hot little bubble butt and round perky B-cup tits. She had long straight hair. This closer distance had also reduced the amount of fueling hoses damaged by shrapnel and had kept the amount of troops out in the open as few as possible too. When it had been the turn of Callahan's APC to go through the process a few pieces of shrapnel had come pinging in, causing a slight injury to their driver, but that had been it. They had pulled away and sat in wait ever since.The minutes ticked by and Callahan watched the time display carefully. They had been scheduled to pull out and. You were drunk and half passed out, yet you still managed to flirt with me. That is, until you fell asleep. Two weeks later who should come to my door but you and Eric, at 2:00am I might add. I had just stepped out of the shower, still dripping wet wrapping a towel around myself when I saw you. I could feel your eyes on me, drinking in every bit of exposed flesh you could find, following the drops of water that slid down my neck, caressing my breasts. I blushed under your focused gaze and.