“Sergeant Reaper, is there something wrong with this small suite?”“This is a small suite? Jesus H. Christ!” I looked around. “This place is ...igger than my parent’s home!”“It’s good to be the king. Your parents get one bedroom, your fiancée gets another, and you get the third. We can’t allow any immoral behavior, you understand, not in the United States Army. Two bathrooms. Boys can have one and girls can have another.”“Holy shit!”“And now I bid you a fond farewell for a few minutes. Allow me to. He helped me pull his cock out.When it was released from the confines of his pants and undies, it flopped out pleading to be touched.I wrapped a hand around it and began to stroke it, up and down.“Oh yeah, keep going,” he whispered to me.He swung an arm and motioned me, to get on my knees and in front of him.The concrete floor hurt my knees, so I took my tank top off and used it as a rug.He now put his hands on my shoulders.“Be a good girl now and make me cum properly,” I looked him in the eyes. " Whatever you say. Beth, it is your call."The conversation ended, but I did not like that my panties were wet, or maybe I did like that they were. Derek said nothing for two days but was always seemed to be around me, sometimes getting in my space. The longer John was on his trip, the closer Derek was around me. On day four of John's trip, Derek said, "You know, Beth, John gave me the green light." And what the hell does that mean, Derek?" Nothing more than if you had a need, he would not mind. I gasp out it pain. You repeat for the other. The reality of you suddenly rushes over me. Sending me feelings of terror and excitement at the same time. You squeeze my breasts. Causing me to get a rush of endorphins as the pain surges through my body. You stop. I wonder why. I feel something touch my thigh. I’m curious as to what it is. Is it you? I fear that it is, as deep down I hope it is. I feel a pressure on my opening. It’s cold. I know it is not you. I’m disappointed. The pressure.