5 comments/ 27574 views/ 6 favorites GI Bill Ch. 01 By: Modern_Citizen The September 11th attacks took place early in my senior year in high school. I followed the events of the day probably a little more closely than the average high school kid. After reading stories of bravery and heroism displayed during and after the attacks by our first responders and servicemen, I decided I wanted to see the world and kill some bad people. I made friends, of sorts, with a local recruiter. It wasn't everyday she snagged a recruit who aced the ASVAB with a 99, particularly one who was eager to enlist right away. Her only problem was that she wanted to steer me into something besides ground pounding and I had my heart set on killing some fanatical scumbags. She was a story in and of herself. Sgt. L. G. Santana was a pretty darn cute Latina, although at the time I was next to clueless about getting girls in the sack. There were many early mornings where her cute ass provided me the motivation to keep running or exercising. Sgt. Santana maintained her professionalism, and there was no fooling around between us. I clumsily flirted at times and she caught me looking down her shirt or staring at her ass plenty of times, but despite my fantasies, nothing happened, even after I celebrated my 18th birthday and was legal. When I went off to basic training, I was in great physical shape and breezed through, thanks to Sgt. Santana's mentoring and my dedication to fitness. Basic was followed with more training and I was excited to finally get my first deployment to the sandbox. My first and second tours were fairly enjoyable. I got to do a lot of point of the spear stuff with a great bunch of guys. I killed my share of bad people and then some. I loved sending Allah followers' souls to Jesus and I kept him busy. Unfortunately, I had a few people I cared about get killed or crippled and sent back home, too. When my friends started getting hurt, that gave me a new perspective. I also found out the Kool-Aid didn't taste so good. We could kill half the people over there and they are still going to behave like it's the 8th Century A.D. It was my third tour when I picked up a nice scar in my thigh from a passing 7.62x39 round that went through and through while I was dragging a wounded Major and his driver to cover in the middle of a firefight. An IED blew the piss out of their armored Humvee. Sadly, despite my best efforts and training, the driver didn't make it and that kind of messed with my head. He was hurt badly and begged me to save him and I failed him. It brings a tear to my eye just recalling it. Got my third Purple Heart right away for that and a Bronze Star with a V device for valor not long after. My fourth trip was to Afghanistan. That really sucked moose cock, to quote Pat Rogers, a civilian firearms instructor I trained under. At least in Iraq we had decent quarters. In the 'Stan, we were out in BFE as often as not. Picked up yet another Purple Heart and again a Bronze Star with a V device after our outpost was over-run by goddamn insurgents. That was perhaps the most supremely shitty day. Lost a friend to a goddamn treasonous Afghan National Army (ANA) cook who was really a Taliban. We had about three or four ANA soldiers turn on us that day. One was stabbing my buddy when I walked in on him. The quisling had a catastrophic cerebral vascular accident courtesy of a pair of M855 5.56x45 rounds from my M4. Blew his brains all over everything down range in that tent. I was checking on my buddy administering aid when another one of those ANA cocksuckers pretended he was helping then jumps me and tries to slit my throat. We had a little wrestling match of sorts. First prize got you whatever you wanted from the other guy. Second prize was death. He had a knife, and he cut me with it. Unfortunately for him, while he had me pinned down on the ground, I accessed my karambit. While I couldn't get at his femoral, but his balls were real handy, so I cut them off. The look on his face was priceless. Shock and fear, all rolled into one. He moved a little and I got another chance, this time I opened up his femoral. He was very eager to get away from me at that point. He screamed and moaned as he bled out. I just smiled and said, "Inshallah, bitch" a couple of times before he faded to black, his femoral squirting like a hose despite his efforts to staunch the blood loss. Those karambits are nasty little weapons. I worked on my friend then dragged him out and handed him off to some other GIs and a medic. They thought I was hit too because of all of the blood on me from our cook's femoral. I was covered and a mess. Minutes later, the camp was overrun. Taliban had made it inside the wire and it was shaping up to be a rout. In the ensuing firefight, I chased down and waxed two of those goatfuckers who were dragging away an unconscious GI sergeant. I half-dragged, half-carried his ass back to friendlier territory after administering some hot lead therapy to our misguided enemy combatants. Helicopter support arrived, along with reinforcements from a nearby camp, just in the nick of time. I had already turned them down on re-enlisting before this went down. In fact, I had already been accepted into the University of Illinois, the college my parents had attended, in the weeks before. After my second Bronze Star, they made another pass at offering me re-enlistment, but I declined. While I was with a great bunch of guys, the bloom was off the rose and that last firefight I actually felt like we might not make it. In my opinion, our mission there and the people there weren't worth it by a long shot and they certainly weren't worth dying for. Don't get me wrong. I'm a long way from a peacenik, but this nation-building crap doesn't work when you're dealing with people who fuck goats in their spare time and live like savages. A month after that firefight, I was back home in the USA. I had checked out of the Army as a Staff Sergeant and was set to attend the University of Illinois, courtesy of my Uncle Sam and the GI Bill. Two of their residence rules I didn't care for required me to a) leave my personal rifle and handgun elsewhere and b) that I live in University-approved housing which basically meant the dorms or a frat. My firearms were part of my soul after eight years in the service, and almost two-thirds of that time in a foreign land using them to stay alive and take care of business. As for joining a fraternity? After eight years of serving in a fraternity where your brother and fellow infantryman would as often as not literally risk his life for you under fire, the social drinking fraternities pretending not to be social drinking clubs seemed more than a little childishly immature to me. Making my GI Bill money go as far as possible, I had signed up for a triple dorm room to save money, and move-in day was soon upon me. For whatever reason, I had butterflies in my stomach that morning. I don't know why. Hell, I wasn't as nervous going on my first real-deal combat mission. I had arrived early in my vehicle, a Dodge Grand Caravan. Yes, a minivan. Not exactly what you would expect a high-speed, low-drag operator to drive, but I got it for a song and paid cash for it and it carried my gear that I liked to have handy. I even installed a small safe in the back for my spare cash, handguns and other valuables. My AR rifle case and gear just had to be covered with a blanket. My stuff for the room was neatly wrapped up in a duffle bag, a backpack and a couple of nylon bags. I was assigned to Oglesby Hall, which was part of the Florida Ave. Residence Halls on the southeast corner of the U of I's campus. Student parking was across the street so that was handy. The main intramural facility was on the other corner of campus due west. Lucky for me, they had a rudimentary fitness room in the basement of the Florida Avenue complex that would work if I didn't want to traipse across campus. I was still a fitness buff and worked out every morning. As was my style, I was early to the arrival. They let me in a half-hour early to test their process. I think I was the first or second student into the building. I found my room, 930, and picked the single bed. The other two were bunked. I also took the middle closet and began unpacking. Coming back out to get my duffel, the first thing that struck me was the age of my fellow students as they waited in the check-in line. They were kids. Compared to other students, I was an "old man". About an hour later, George Perez showed up. Perez was a Latino guy from the suburbs that was kind of stocky, and a few inches shorter than my 6'. Nice kid. Perez's mom and dad brought him down. He brought in a stereo, TV and fridge. His mom was a MILF and his dad was made of stern stuff. Fit, close-cut hair. Turns out he was a career Army NCO. We got along great. They took me out to eat with them. Mr. Perez took liking me to a whole new level when he found out his son was living with a "retired" Staff Sergeant. Turns out his dad had been in Iraq the first time and we talked about being at some of the same shitholes. His dad wouldn't hear of me paying for dinner and wrestled the check out of my hand. I got the tip and we called it good. I'd bet his dad was a good troop. That evening, the third member of our trio arrived. Terrell Maxwell was a skinny black kid from Chicago and the shortest among the three of us at about 5' 6". He too was a nice enough guy. He came down on a bus with a pair of suitcases. He told us he shipped a couple of boxes of stuff via UPS that should arrive in a couple of days. We seemed to get along just fine in our triple room and indeed there weren't any personality clashes with anyone on the whole floor. There were a couple of strange birds, but all in all, no douchebags. Maybe everyone was in the honeymoon period on their best behavior. Perez, in addition to having a cool career Army father, also had a trio of girls he had gone to school with that he introduced to Terrell and I the next day. I didn't know anyone and it was exceptionally nice to have pretty girls around. The girls were all black or mixed and very sweet. They hung out with us for a couple of hours and I found myself hoping they would be back. The ring-leader was a mixed girl that was half Latino. Her name was Jennifer and she was stunning. She kind of looked like a young Jennifer Lopez minus the big ass and about fifty pounds. If I was a betting man, I'd say she probably looked like a supermodel if she dolled herself up. She stood about 5' 6" and had gotten the round, black girl ass from her dad and the skin and hair from her Latina mom. Just guessing, I'd say she was a size 2 or so, and maybe 105 pounds and a 32-B bra size. She had a boyfriend from her hometown who was attending Northwestern. As pretty as Jennifer was, I didn't think their relationship was going to last with all those pretty girls at Northwestern. There was also Tifani, a very dark-skinned black coed. She had a cute body but when she smiled, her teeth were in serious need of some braces and she didn't have the prettiest of faces. She was about the same height and build as Jennifer, maybe 10 pounds heavier with slightly bigger hips. Tifani's personality made her the party girl, the life of any party. She was dating a white guy who was about thirty, divorced and worked for the City of Chicago. She usually dressed the most provocatively with skin-tight jeans and shirts the norm. Oh yes, she had a very sweet ass that just begged to be squeezed and she knew guys liked it. Also, there was Shonda, an uber-petite dark-skinned black girl who was due to turn 18 in a few weeks. She was all of about 5' 2" tall and couldn't have weighed more than 85 pounds, soaking wet. She admitted her bust was a mere 28", barely A-cup and that her hips were 30", mainly thanks to a nice, round ass. "I kept wishing for the breast fairy to bring me some boobs, but it never happened," she laughed. "All I got was a skinny ass." The boob fairy didn't completely miss her, but she did look more like a 14-year-old girl than a college coed. She had naturally curly, black girl hair that was cute very close in almost a pixie-cut. There was no mistaking her for a boy though. She was cute. Shonda was single, probably in part because of her appearance and in part because of her introverted personality. It might have also been because she was kind of a book worm. It was obvious she was tagging along with the other two girls, but it was all good. In my opinion, she needed to get her a cheeseburger and fries and put some meat on her skinny bones. The girls and the three of us all got along well and we began spending more and more time together. As they lived in Trelease Hall, the sister dorm (no pun intended) to Oglesby where we were at, we began sharing supper with them, along with other meals if we saw one another eating in the shared dining hall. After the girls left that first day, I jokingly asked Perez if he was a gay man to have all these girls around him all the time as "friends" and he just laughed. "Dude," he said. "You just have to be an alpha male." I'll admit, he might as well as have been talking Russian. I told him I'd always had issues "picking up" the ladies and he gave me a couple of books on a USB drive. "Here, man," he said, handing me the thumb drive. "Read these and buy some condoms. Not necessarily in that order." The next couple of days before classes started, I was engrossed in the books in a crash course to learn a few skills to find myself a date in my down time. Sure, I bought texts and reconnoitered classroom locations, but job #1 was learning how to become at least a novice lady killer. One of Perez's books was "How to Succeed with Women" and the other was "The Pickup Artist". I began practicing my technique even before I finished the "Succeed with Women" book and was striking up conversations and getting more and more comfortable approaching women, even some of the best looking coeds. It truly was a target rich environment and I meant to make up for time lost serving in the female-barren locales in Asscrackistan and Iraq. I also decided to use my age and maturity to my advantage. Better still, I had three girls around to practice upon. I tried various techniques and observed their reactions. I watched their body language and analyzed it. George had told them I was trying to get more comfortable picking up girls, so they seemed to look upon me as harmless and played along. I think we all learned a few things about flirting and body language. Those three girls were such good sports about it. Jennifer, I was noticing, was arguably the best looking girl in Trelease Hall, so it was extra nice having her around. There were lots of guys hot on her trail and even if I was on the friend ladder, I knew hanging with a super-attractive girl like her would attract other attractive girls to me. And knowing I could freely flirt with a beautiful girl and have her smile emboldened me. I was flirting with lots of girls every day. Initially, I felt most confident flirting with Shonda, the quiet girl. It seemed I could not say anything wrong with her and she usually laughed at my humor. It was fun and it seemed to make her feel good getting showered with compliments and attention. I looked upon myself as just an average guy half-again the age of these girls. I didn't expect to bed any of them. The first two weeks went by and in general life was shaping up to be pretty decent, but I still hadn't gotten laid. That third weekend on a Friday night, George brought home his date, a girl he had picked up from one of his classes. He introduced me to her. Her name was Laura. She was a pretty brunette with short hair, pretty green eyes and kind of a round face with freckles. In short, she was damn cute. She was wearing some low-cut white top and a very short pair of denim shorts that were delightful. I was instantly a little jealous. This girl was small, about 5' 3" and probably weighed about 100 pounds. Here I am working on school work and Laura and George are making out in his bunk. I could hardly keep my eyes off her. My cock was hard as could be as George's hands felt this girl up - and she was doing the same with George as they kissed passionately. Her shirt came off and she was wearing this sexy, lacy bra which cupped her B-cup breasts oh-so-nicely. I could see she had some sexy tanlines too, from where I was sitting. She noticed me looking and smiled. A few minutes later, George asked me if I could give him a little while. I told him I'd be back in an hour. That was a long hour, knowing George was fucking a pretty girl and I was single. When I went back in, Laura was standing next to my desk, looking into the mirror on the wall. She was wearing her shorts and her bra. Her hair was badly disheveled. George was wearing his boxers, getting dressed. He had a big grin on his face. Laura gave me a hug and thanked me for being a good sport giving them some privacy after she put her shirt back on. I felt like a dork and a failure. Flirting with all these girls and I still hadn't even closed on a date, much less sex. I liked Laura and would have loved to have fucked that girl silly. In short, that day sucked. Shonda had her 18th birthday party in our room with the six of us the next Wednesday evening. During the party, where a little alcohol was served and everyone was half-lit, Tifani made some comment that Shonda was now legal to "get with John". I made a mental note of the comment but didn't put too much stock in it as we were all teasing her pretty much all night. I was designated to give Shonda her birthday spanking and she climbed onto my lap and I gave her 18 playful swats, which ended up more like 25 or 30 by the time Tifani, Jennifer, Terrell and George all got one or two licks in. Her ass was tiny and I took the opportunity to grope her butt more than once. It was that Friday when we had another little gathering in our room. Of course, there was liquor as I was plenty old enough to buy booze. Perez's female friends were there -- "our girls" as us guys called them -- and Terrell had a "friend" over. Her name was Scarlett and she was a fairly pretty blonde girl with nice boobs. She was about 5' 6" tall and probably weighed about 150 or so. She was just a little on the thick side. She was wearing tight, faded jeans and a snug, low-cut shirt. She was showing off a little bit of cleavage and seemed flirty. I flirted back, using those skills I had been learning. I needed the practice. We were sitting around, drinking and talking as 18-year-olds are often to do on a Friday night. Conversation, of course, was often about sex and sex-related topics. It came out that Shonda was a virgin. She seemed embarrassed the revelation, especially as almost everyone was like, "you haven' t done it yet?" I scooted over and put my arm over her shoulders. "I'll protect your chastity, Shonda," I said, half-playfully. Everyone laughed. She didn't seem to mind being close to me. In fact, she seemed to cuddle up to me so I left my arm around her. Even later, after I'd left her side and returned, she'd cuddle up next to me. And while I had a cute skinny black girl who liked me but looked like she was about 14 at my side, I kind of had my eye on this "friend" of Terrell's. She was blonde, cute and continued to flirt with me as the night wore on. She certainly seemed to be sending me indicators of interest - much more so than she was doing with Terrell. And then there was Jennifer, who was looking very sexy tonight. She had done her hair up a little and put some make-up on and was looking pretty nice. God, I needed to get laid. Finally, it was getting late and we decided to break up the "party". It wasn't even midnight. "How sad," I thought to myself. GI Bill Ch. 01 I went with George to walk the trio of girls home and figured Terrell was gonna do the same with Scarlett. I got a kiss on the cheek from Shonda, in addition to a hug as we bid the girls farewell at their dorm. Perez razzed me about the kiss as we went back to the room. The room was empty when we got back but the door was ajar. Terrell wasn't far away, apparently. George and I went down to the bathroom to brush our teeth to get ready for bed. There, in the bathroom at the sinks was Terrell and Scarlett, brushing their teeth. I took another look at Scarlett and yes, I was interested. I was surprised she was in there with Terrell. The last thing I expected was for her to spend the night. After they left to go back to the room, George turned to me. "I didn't think they were an item," George said. "No kidding, man. She's been half-flirting with me all night," I replied. "I noticed that. Color me jealous. She just pretty much ignored me." I laughed. "Sorry, dude. You already aced me this week with Laura. By the way, why aren't you slipping the beef to one of those three girls that follow you around like puppy dogs?" "Dude, if you knew... Shonda's a virgin bookworm. Tifani has a boyfriend and is all tease and no please. Jennifer, shit man, every guy in my high school took a pass at her. She dated nobody from our school," he said. "Where's Laura?" I asked. "She went home this weekend. I think she might have a boyfriend back home, but who knows. We're supposed to get together Sunday night, but I sure could use some trim tonight!" he said, his body language affirming his frustration. "I'm working on a girl named Carla I met at a party. She's really pretty but she's playing hard to get. Time will tell." "I need to get laid," I said. "Badly. If it gets any worse, I think I'm going to get a rental." George laughed. "I'm trying to help you with that. I gave you those books. And Shonda likes you, too. I don't know if she likes you enough to put out, though," he smiled. "I bet she's tight though!" "You're evil," I chuckled. We headed back down to our dorm room at the end of the hall. Scarlett was there in the room when we returned, perched atop Terrell's bunk while he was fritzing with something in his closet. I got took off my shirt and Scarlett whistled after I turned around to put my cell phone on the charger on my desk. I looked up at her and she was grinning. "Nice chest!" she teased. "Oh, thanks. In your case, I think that's supposed to be my line," I joked. She laughed. "Okay, nice six-pack, baby!" I hadn't really even thought about her watching me, but she was. I took my 5.11s off and she whistled again. Terrell was walking around wearing a pair of thin, white boxers. His penis was well on its way to fully erect, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. Terrell was obviously excited anticipating what was to come. He climbed up into bed with Scarlett. Perez was taking his clothes off now. "Alright, boys!" she crowed, grinning wildly. "Keep on going!" She winked when she looked me in the eye. I was already down to my boxers, and Perez was just stripping off his jeans. She whistled again. "Night Terrell," Perez said, getting into his bed. "Ditto Terrell and Scarlett." I climbed into bed figuring Terrell would get the lights. Scarlett soon climbed off the bed and was slipping her jeans off, revealing her black, lacey boyshorts panties. "Holy cow!" I blurted without even thinking. She saw me and winked. I gave her a wolf whistle. Perez was right beside her on his bottom bunk, watching her and he was grinning too. "Day-umm girrrl!" he said. "You boys don't mind if I crash here tonight, do you?" she said as she carefully folded her pants and put them over Terrell's desk chair, obviously relishing the hungry eyes that were taking in her panty-clad ass. "No, ma'am," I said, feeling my cock begin to strain on my boxers. "Not at all!" George said, eagerly watching. She peeled off her shirt, giving us a whole new view of her rather amply-filled black bra that matched her panties. She had nice tits, no doubt about it. "Now that's a nice chest," I remarked. "And a very sexy ass as well." "Why thank you," she grinned. I didn't look, but I'm sure Terrell was up there with a bit of a smirk on his face. I had an erection watching Scarlett waltz around in her matching sexy under-things. She was climbed up into Terrell's top bunk and slid down beside him in a semi-sultry sort of way. That was probably for Terrell's benefit more than me. She rolled over at down to me. "Can you turn the lights off now, John," she said so sweetly. "Uh, teacher, do I have to stand up to do that?" I joked, in reference to the tent in my shorts. Perez was laughing. "You ain't the only one, dude!" I got up, making no effort to conceal my erection poking against my boxers, and switched off the overhead light and turned off the desk lamp. Scarlett couldn't help herself. "Hey John, is that a flashlight in your pants or are you glad to see me?" Everyone laughed at my expense. "That would be glad to see you, sexy," I replied a moment later. Moments later, the sounds of kissing began as Scarlett and Terrell began making out under his sheet. I was shivering with excitement at what seemed sure to come. The room itself was bathed in the soft light of streetlights below. It was far from completely dark, and it gave us light to navigate for night-time bathroom runs without waking everyone. It also provided more than enough light to see one another and I was quite turned on by what I saw. "God I've missed you," Terrell said softly. "And I've missed his big cock of yours," she replied. "I think it's missed me too!" She giggled. They kissed and fondled some more and they were breathing grew hot and heavy as they squirmed and groped under the sheet. They moved around and now Scarlett was on top, grinding her hips against his pelvis as they kissed passionately. Given their excited breathing, I wondered if they might be having sex already. I couldn't really tell. A minute later, Scarlett's head ducks under the sheet. "Mmm. Yummy," Scarlett said. What a tease! I see the sheet bobbing up and down over Terrell's groin. Terrell is now moaning. "That's it, Scarlett" he told her. "Oh yeah, that's it, baby!" George is looking over at me, wanting to know what's up. I mimed as though I was pushing a girl's head against my cock. George just shook his head back and forth and fell back on his pillow. The blowjob continued for a couple more minutes, interspersed with moans and more soft words of encouragement from Terrell like "oh yes, baby" and "just like that". The tempo seemed to be picking up when Terrell moaned loudly. "Oh baby, you're gonna make me come!" he said softly and plainly. We couldn't help but hear it. Scarlett paused and giggled. Scarlett resumed her oral affections. Terrell kept moaning "oh" over and over. Terrell began grunting deeply. Scarlett moaned her approval a moment later. I was pretty sure she was getting a mouth full of a black man's seed. "Oh yeah, take it all, Scar," Terrell said softly. "Take it all!" She continued to moan her approval for a short while with slurps now and then. "Mmm, yes," she said right before she popped back out from under the covers. She passionately kissed Terrell. Terrell eagerly kissed her back without hesitation. "I see you still like to swallow," Terrell said. "Always. Guys seem to like that," she giggled. I was shaking with excitement. This was the first time I'd ever witnessed another couple getting busy in person and it was fucking awesome. Scarlett was damn cute and I sorely wished it was me who was enjoying her attention. They kissed for a while longer, nearly oblivious to Perez and me in the room with them. I was beginning to think the action was about over when Scarlett took her boyshorts off under the sheets. She again got on top of Terrell, straddling him and they went back to kissing. Somewhere along the line she had lost her bra and I could see the side of her boob. It was nice. I watched her reach down between her legs. "Oh shit!" Scarlett moaned as she sank down on it. "Oh damn you feel so good!" "Oh, Scar. You're so hot!" Terrell moaned. "You're goddamn right she's hot," I thought to myself. I thought my cock was going to spontaneously go off. Their sheet had worked its way down to their hips and I could see Scarlett's pale skin contrasting nicely on Terrell's black skin. He was groping her tits and her ass as she fucked him and telling her how hot she was. I sat up to watch the show all of about eight feet away from me on top of that bunk bed. They were about a foot above me as my bed was on posts to allow for storage space underneath. Sitting up, I was about even with them and I didn't care if they saw me or not. She was riding him like a great little cowgirl, grinding down hard on his cock. The bed was squeaking pretty good with the rhythm of their passion. George quietly climbed out and stood up at the foot of the bed and probably had a decent view of Scarlett's ass as she fucked Terrell. George's cock was also standing at attention under his boxers, as would any red-blooded 18-year-old I suppose. The lovebirds were enjoying the sex and I could tell by her shallow, rapid breathing she was getting close to her climax. Finally, she threw her head back, leaned back and announced to everyone, "Oh god, I'm coming!" Finally I had a great look at her funbags and they were nice. They were big, with big areolas bigger than a silver dollar. While I couldn't see all of her face, she was obviously making some sort of O-face as she rocked her hips on Terrell's cock vigorously a few more times, crying out, "Oh god yes! Yes!" Terrell had his hands on them. "God you feel so good, girl!" he said. "I love these tits, too!" I rubbed myself and that was a mistake. I began squirting in my boxers and moaned as it felt so good. "Fuck it," I thought to myself when it was over. "It'll dry." The love birds were really going at it, and didn't seem to notice my own climax. Terrell's hands were on her hips and I wouldn't have blamed him if he shot his load in her at this point. As erotic as their show was, I'm sure it was a whole lot better for Terrell with his boner inside Scarlett's sugar walls and his hands on her sexy, young body. How he kept from squirting, I don't know. Scarlett finally stopped rocking her hips and again sat upright on Terrell's cock, her bare breasts again exposed in all their glory as she was catching her breath. I could kind of see her nipples and her big areolas that were a medium pink. The girl was maybe a D-cup and those glorious tits were a little saggy, but big boobs sag some unless they are store-bought. She glanced over in my direction and did a double-take upon noticing me watching intently. "Take a picture," she said. "It'll last longer." "Let me get my camera," I shot back with a smart-assed grin. "If you'll hold that pose..." She picked up her bra and threw it at me, nailing me across the face, grinning at her success. "Pervert," she growled. Perez and I laughed as I pulled her bra away. "I'm going to keep this as a memento of this fine evening," I said. "And Terrell, you're one lucky guy!" "Thanks bro," he said. "Let me get on top, baby." "Okay," Scarlett said, reluctantly lifting herself off of Terrell's boner. She had a trimmed muff. Frankly, I thought most girls these days were shaved completely bald, or at least in my limited experience they were. He got on top and between her spread legs. She giggled a little bit. He mounted up his sexy girlfriend. "Shit Scarlett, we should so this more often," Terrell laughed after sinking balls deep. Scarlett chuckled. "Just fuck me with that big cock of yours, Terrell," she answered him. They began making love again and now the sheets were completely at the bottom of the bed. The bed was squeaking as Terrell fucked her, and Scarlett's feet were bouncing in the air. Perez watched from the foot of the bed, but I'm not sure what he could see other than Terrell's ass. Scarlett's toes were curling as she was squirming and moaning like crazy. "God I love that black cock," she said. "Give it to me!" I just had to grin. Terrell was one lucky S.O.B.! "Take it, you little bitch!" Terrell growled. He was getting closer. She moaned. "Oh, I am. You like my pussy, big boy?" The bed squeaked as he kept it up. "God I've missed it!" She moaned. "Oh, Terrell. You're going to make me come if you keep this up!" Their passion built as Terrell helped Scarlett get to her climax. Their skin was slapping together as they went at it and Scarlett suddenly began whimpering as she came. I felt myself getting hard again. "Oooh, Scarlett, come for me!" Terrell said as he continued fucking her as she came. Scarlett grunted a few times as she came on Terrell's cock, her feet flailing around in the air. It was very exciting to watch. Terrell was getting closer himself too. His breathing was getting faster and deeper. His moans grew louder and more vigorous. Terrell's tempo continued to accelerate. Eventually, it was Terrell's time. "Argh!" he grunted loudly. There wasn't much doubt he was having a nice orgasm, as he continued grunting and thrusting deeply into Scarlett. She whimpered and flailed her feet some more. She then wrapped her legs around him as their shared climaxes passed. Then they just moaned and then giggled a little bit. They kissed while they were still coupled together for a minute or two. Then he rolled off of her. "Oh baby! That was nice!" she said, laughing softly. "You're so fuckin' sexy," Terrell said. Scarlett giggled. "Thanks." She glanced over and saw me starting and smiling. I'm sure she felt George getting back into his bunk too. She just smiled, her bare breasts exposed as she lay on her back. "Show's over. You boys can go to sleep now." "Thanks babe. And a great show it was!" I answered. "Glad you liked it," She laughed. "Terrell did very well!" "Lucky bastard," Perez groaned. "Ditto," I added. More giggling from Terrell and Scarlett. I stayed up for about two more minutes until I heard Terrell snoring then I went to sleep as soon as my erection subsided. The next morning I was up at 5:00a.m. for a run and workout. I got back around 6:35. Everyone was still sound asleep. I got my shower caddy, robe and put on my flip flops to go take a shower. Twenty minutes later, after getting some relief in the shower thinking about Scarlett getting fucked in front of me the night before, I returned to the room carrying my stuff. I was greeted by a Scarlett wearing only her boyshorts, with her arms folded over her breasts. "Can you be a doll and walk me down to the bathroom?" she asked. "I gotta pee!" Her expression belied her sincerity in the request. I glanced up at Terrell and he was sound asleep. "Sure, I'd be happy to." I opened Terrell's closet and offered her his towel that was hanging up to put on. She didn't move, so I turned my head and closed my eyes. "You are such a fine gentleman this morning," she said. She seemed a lot friendlier this morning than when she seemed irritated at me ogling her as she banged Terrell the night before. "Thanks," I said. I walked her down to the bathroom. It felt awkward so I opened the first thing I could think of, "You're too cute for Terrell." I said it with a grin. Scarlett looked at me suspiciously. "You're too cute for him yourself," she said, before laughing. "Agreed," I replied after laughing out loud. I waited at the sinks while she went past the urinals and picked one of the stalls. A moment later, she farted loudly after she began to pee. She giggled, knowing I wasn't far away. I just thought to myself, "Oh jesus." She came out all perky. Well, as perky as one can be first thing in the morning after embarrassing yourself. "That's better! Thanks again for being such a gentleman," she said, pausing to wash her face in the sink. I was honestly hoping the towel would fall off. I asked her about the previous night. "You know, I didn't think you and Terrell were boyfriend and girlfriend," I said. She chuckled. "We're not. We're just... friends." She was wiping her face off with a couple of paper towels. "You sure looked like you enjoyed watching the show." "I must say I did. I'm a voyeur. That's the first time I seen another couple having sex, though," I said. Scarlett looked me up and down and grinned. "What? A guy who has never watched porn?" "In person," I corrected. "And, for the record, I sure wish I had a friend like you." "So, ask me out," she said as she threw the paper towel into the trash. I was stunned by her directness. "I'm not going to mess with my room-mate's girlfriend," I protested. "John, I'm not his girlfriend. I'm his ex-girlfriend from a couple years ago. I was super horny and Terrell helped me scratch that itch. There's nothing more there." "You're pretty good looking, Scarlett. I'm surprised you're not beating guys off with a stick," I said. Scarlett had a little smirk and cocked her head. I thought for a moment about what I had said and corrected myself. "Uh, that didn't come out right." She laughed then smiled. "It was sincere and sweet. You would be surprised. Most of the decent guys are taken or are chasing sorority girls," she said. "Besides, I'm not skinny as a rail like most of the sorority types." "C'mon, Scarlett. Look at yourself. You're naturally pretty. Even without makeup, you're very attractive. And women pay good money to have boobs that look like yours." She glanced at the mirror. "Well, thanks for that. You're kinda cute yourself though." She leaned close to the mirror and looked at her eye, as if looking for an eyelash or something. "Okay, let's do dinner," I said, assuming the sale. Scarlett turned her attention back to me. She gave me a flirty wink and then looked upwards as though she was pondering her answer. Just to mess with me, I'm sure. "Sure. How about I leave you my number -- if you give me my bra back." She was smiling happily there in front of me. "I think we've got a deal." I tried not to be too excited. "Alright then," she said, sticking her hand out to shake mine and smiling broadly. I took it and kissed the back of her hand. "It's my pleasure, my lady." "Before we head back, I want to tell you something." "What's that?" I asked. She looked serious now. "I want to let you know that I'm going to have sex with Terrell again here in a minute. Don't take it the wrong way, okay? I'm just feeling really horny." "He is one lucky guy," I noted. "Can I be of assistance?" "He is, and I think you can be of assistance when you take me out next weekend," she said with a wink and a smile. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. "C'mon, let's go," she said. We walked back to the room and she gave me another kiss, this time on the cheek. I turned and took off my robe to get dressed. She whistled. "Nice butt," she giggled. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled. "Thanks," I said. "I guess turnabout is fair play." I must have looked like an idiot wearing flip flops standing there naked in front of a girl I wanted to impress. I put on some boxers and turned around and she was already up on Terrell's bunk. She got comfy while Terrell now had his back against the wall, laying on his side. Terrell was now quite awake with his hand on her breast. All they had was a sheet over them and it didn't hide much. GI Bill Ch. 01 Scarlett pulled her legs up and took off her panties under the covers. The love birds were again kissing and giggling, their hands playing with erogenous zones under the sheet as I got dressed. I took my time, making my bed and picking things up as they lovers continued their morning tryst beside me. Terrell was now on top of Scarlett, her legs spread beneath him. "Make love to me, Terrell," she said. I heard her gasp then moan. "Oh Terrell," she moaned. "God damn that's so good!" "Yes, it is," he agreed. They went back to kissing and Terrell started stroking in and out of his lover. The sheet was working its way down and now was at about the midpoint of Terrell's back. Scarlett was moaning, her hands caressing Terrell's back. "Fuck me harder," Scarlett told him. Terrell paused long enough to kick the sheets down, revealing his ass and Scarlett's legs. I had massive boner in my pants. As much as I wanted to, I thought it might be improper to stick around and watch. Worse, I feared I'd have an emission if I watched them in the daylight, so I decided I should go. I hung Scarlett's bra on the post of the top bunk after making my bed. "This is yours, I believe," I said. She glanced over at me and I gave her a wink. "I'm going to have some breakfast." "Oh. Thank you, John," she moaned. Terrell kept pumping Scarlett and she breathing was growing more excited. She was going to climax soon it seemed. Perez climbed out of bed. "Wait up for me, man," he said. Perez's cock was hard again, and his boxers had the dried remains his own earlier accidental discharge on them. He put on some jeans and a shirt and we were out of there. Perez and I had a great breakfast together, both of us agreeing that we needed to get laid on a more regular basis, soon. We sat around to give Terrell plenty of time to conclude the deed. When we returned, a little over an hour later, I found an index card neatly folded in half on my desk. "Call me! Scarlett. 217 332-xxxx." It would seem my drought was about to end. GI Bill Ch. 02 Terrell, my room-mate, had left to take his friend with benefits Scarlett back to one of the other residence halls after boffing her silly the previous night and again this morning. I did some studying and Perez brought his three female friends over after lunch. We were talking with them and Perez told about what happened after they left the night before. There was much laughing and giggling from the girls. They didn't seem all that sympathetic to our plight, making fun of us and teasing us about "needing" to get laid. The weather was decent and it was a pretty day outside. We decided to go visit Allerton Park and have a picnic dinner. It seemed a shame to spend the whole day on a Saturday studying, they told me. We stopped at the Wal-Mart on the way out of town later in the afternoon to pick up some sandwiches and stuff for a picnic dinner. I had to admit, it was a fun time. There was a lot of playful talk and Shonda was keen to hang close to me, holding my hand as often as not as we explored the park. Shonda and the girls were all wearing snug jeans. I was especially enamored with Jennifer, the mixed girl who was easily the prettiest of the three. She had Tifani had the best bodies, both similar shaped at 5' 6". Tifani was probably about ten pounds heavier than Jenn, but still that was only maybe 120 pounds, if that. Tifani certainly dressed the most provocatively of the three, and was again today with a low-cut top that showed a lot of skin and her pink demi bra if she bent over in the least. Tifani had an awesome round black-girl ass that was nice and firm, judging by the couple of times she encouraged me to cop a feel. The petite little Shonda was about 5' 2" or so, in shoes, and couldn't have weighed 85 pounds. She was a skinny, dark-skinned black girl who was the introvert of the group. She also was pretty flat-chested, but that comes with the territory for super-skinny and tiny girls as often as not. She looked like she was about 14-years-old, not 18, but she had a cute face and short, naturally curly black-girl hair. Shonda had a real crush on me and we found ourselves sitting alone on a concrete bench in one of the lavishly landscaped areas as the others were off exploring some section or another ahead of us. It was so pretty there, a nice fall day. The leaves were just beginning to turn on a few of the trees, birds chirping and there was a light breeze blowing through the trees. In short, it was beautiful and warm for the first Saturday in October. Shona said "hey" softly and when I turned to look at her, she leaned in and kissed me square on the lips. It was almost like a spark ignited when our lips met. I returned the kiss, slipping my tongue past her lips and her tongue met mine eagerly. I was lightly caressing her back as we kissed, feelings of passion surging from our bodies touching. When we broke the kiss she had quite the smile and a twinkle in her eye. "That was nice," she said softly. "Yes, I agree," I said, pulling her closer still and initiating another kiss. I wanted more right then! This time, it was even more intoxicating. Our tongues probed our partner's mouths and our hands explored our partner's bodies. Our breathing became more excited as we both became aroused. I felt a little braver so I cupped her little breast. She moaned her approval so I kept kissing her, and occasionally kissing back along her jawline to her neck. I reached back and ran my hand along her thigh up to her hip and back to her breast. She had her hands all over my chest and arms. They briefly drifted down to my groin a couple of times. I'd never kissed a black girl before and I was certainly thinking of Shonda in a whole new light. Before she was kind of like a young sister that was fun to flirt with. Now it was different. She obviously wanted to more than friendship. I wanted to fuck her silly. Tifani caught us making out and yelled out to the others. "They are over here making out!" she hollered to the others. "Shonda, you're gonna catch Cooties!" Tifani teased. Shonda was embarrassed. I assured her all was okay and we walked out holding hands. The others playfully teased Shonda. We ate dinner together, Shonda at my side of course. The sandwiches were good and the girls did a good job getting everything we needed down to the pudding cups for dessert. It was corny, but at the same time it was intimate and fun. After dinner, George and the two other girls wandered off, I think to give Shonda and me some alone time. We went over to one of the buildings, went inside and up to the observation deck on the third floor and began making out up there while standing up. I felt Shonda's ass and it was tiny and firm. Under her shirt, I felt her bra-covered boobies and she just giggled. She felt my cock a short while later and her eyes got big. It was rock hard. My hand slipped into her pants from behind. Her butt cheeks were cool, but her jeans were too tight for me to work my hand back far enough to get to her pussy. She was stroking my cock now and moaning as we kissed. I put my hand between her legs over her jeans and she felt damp. She was groping my ass with her small hands. We kept making out, groping and fondling. I thought she was going to unzip my pants and give me a blowjob but then the others came back. It was getting late. We had been making out up there for almost a half-hour and it seemed like just a couple of minutes had passed. We gathered up our stuff and left the park just before dark. Back at the dorm, it was getting to be about 9:00. All six of us were in our room watching TV as Terrell was home when we got back. Shonda asked me to go for a walk with her. We ended up in her dorm room, sitting on her bed. Talking lasted about two seconds and we were again making out. This time, I let my hands roam freely over her body after lightly caressing her. To my surprise, she guided my hand up under her shirt. Her bra was soon unclasped and I had an opportunity to fondle her little breasts. She was rubbing my cock which was hard as an iron bar. She moaned, looking me in the eye and smiling. "Damn, you're so hard already!" "You turn me on, what can I say?" I grinned. Shonda's nipples were very hard and stood out. They were bigger than pencil erasers - easily a half-inch long. I delighted in rolling them between my thumb and fingers when I wasn't flicking them under her shirt. While I was doing that, she was unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping them. Soon, I decided to see how willing she was to close the deal. I helped her out of her shirt and suckled on her breasts for a bit before she laid back, leaving her tasty jeans-clad groin in front of my face. Her areolas were black and about the size of a dime. Her nipples stood almost a half-inch erect and she was excited. "Oh yeah, baby. Nice little boobies!" I have no doubt I had a shit-eating grin. "Thanks, baby. You like them?" she asked. "Oh, hell yeah!" I moved up and kissed them. Her pants were deliciously snug and they came down soon enough. Far from being shy about it, she eagerly helped shuck them when I began pulling them down. She was wearing plain white, cotton panties. They were bikini cut, fit her like a second skin and fairly conservative. Her mons rose above her tummy like a small hill and I aimed to conquer it. I kissed my way up her legs and she spread them for me, wearing only a big grin aside from those panties. The crotch of her panties was wet. I touched her between her legs and she purred happily like a content kitty cat. I moved to kiss on her pubic region but she put her hands out and said no. I moved ahead anyway, pushing her hands away and kissed her mons softly a couple of times. I then worked my way back up her bare chest, stopping at her nipples, playfully nibbling on them while rubbing them. We kissed again and she reached down and felt my rock-hard cock under my pants yet again. Her hands were small enough that my cock was a handful for her. We changed positions and she got on top after helping me take off my shirt. She suckled on my nipples and I just moaned in appreciation. Looking down, I saw a pretty, young black girl. She was naked except for some sexy, bright white bikini panties. "Girl, you are sexy as hell," I said to her. "Well, thank you. You're pretty studly yourself!" She moved on down and opened my pants, after a brief struggle with my belt, and pulled them off. She took off my socks as well and then returned between my legs. My cock was rock hard under my black boxers and there was a big wet spot on the front of them from pre-cum. She smiled and slowly pulled my boxers down, revealing a raging hard-on. She looked at it then cautiously put it in her mouth and began sucking. "Oh my. Nice," she said, smiling. "Why thank you." She was inexperienced at sucking dick, that much was pretty obvious. "Oh, Shonda. That feels good!" I praised her. She was 18-years-old by about four days. Maybe she decided it was time. "I can taste you," she said with a grin. "I like it." She licked on my cock for a bit then sucked it like a Hoover. Clumsy, but arousing. I moaned and continued to praise her for making me feel good. "I love doing this for you, John," she said, before teasing me by licking me right under the head. "You can come whenever you want, baby." "Oh shit," I moaned. She wasn't just teasing. She went back to sucking and it was heavenly. I felt myself getting closer and closer. She must have sensed it and looked at me. She pulled back a moment, flashing me her pretty smile. "Ready?" she asked, tilting her head. "I'm so close," I moaned. She looked back down at my cock right there in front of her. She stuck out her tongue and ran it lightly up my shaft. She licked up the fresh pre-cum as she stroked my cock, almost milking out more pre-cum. "I want more," she said with a big grin. She went back to sucking and jacking at the same time. It wasn't real delicate, but she was on the right path. "Oh, Shonda, baby. I'm going to pop." She moaned her approval and got her wish a few moments later. I felt my orgasm begin and groaned. The semen was on the way as I was well beyond the point of no return. "Oh yeah, here it is!" I grunted just as the first squirt jetted out from my cock. She slowed her head bobbing and moaned as the first shot of semen squirted into her mouth. She still stroked my cock and I felt her tongue swirling around my head as I was squirting. It felt heavenly and then some as I was light-headed when it was over. Shonda did a good job and kept almost all of it in her mouth. She sat up and so did I when it was over. Shonda leaned forward and opened her mouth and showed me the results. She had a mouthful of warm spunk. She let some of it run out of her mouth and sat back as it ran down her chin and dripped on her belly. She looked down and let more of it run out of her mouth and land on her right breast and then her left. "Damn, that's hot!" I said, probably drooling as I watched her trying to act sexy. She was, by and large, not doing too badly. She looked at me, smiled and swallowed. "Ah, that tasted good. You like that?" She leaned over to me and kissed me, slipping her tongue past my lips. I think she thought I was going to be repulsed, but I returned the kiss. "Well, duh. Of course, Shonda." "I saw it in a porn movie," she grinned sheepishly. "You did well." "You're only the third guy I've ever done that for, so I'm sorry if I'm not very good," Shonda said softly. She was obviously concerned that she wasn't measuring up. "You did very well!" I looked her in the eye. "You know, practice makes perfect," I said, softly caressing her boobs. She rolled her eyes at me and sighed. I leaned down and put my lips on her right nipple and nibbled on it lightly. She moaned. I licked and kissed her breast, cleaning up some of the salty goo. More moans and smiles from Shonda when I glanced up. I moved to her other breast and did the same. Her breathing was getting deeper as she was getting more and more aroused. My hand was on her other breast. I slid myself down between her legs and kissed her crotch. She had already spread her legs for me so I sprinkled her vulva region with soft kisses and warm breath. More moans and some squirming. No hands telling me to stop this time, either. "Oh yes," she moaned. I hadn't even gotten her panties off yet! I kissed the insides of her thighs down towards her knees and back to her punani. At this point, she took her own panties off, ahead of my initial plan to just push them aside. My little Nubian princess' pussy was completely shaven, a bit of a surprise to me as she was supposedly a virgin. It looked great. "Honey, don't just stare at it!" Shonda laughed, lifting her tiny hips off the bed and pushing her goodies closer to my face. "Oops. Sorry. I was just admiring," I grinned. "By the way, what happened to the shy, introverted Shonda I know?" "You brought out the freaky Shonda. Now lick it, white boy!" "Well, since you put it that way..." I grinned. "That's right!" Shonda squirmed herself up to the head of the bed and spread her legs extra wide for me. I kissed her bare mons a few times and worked my way down to her vulva, lightly kissing on that. I could feel the sexual tension in Shonda's body language. She was quickly getting close to an orgasm. I heard something odd behind me. I didn't think much about it as I was concentrating on Shonda's lovely pussy. The door opened. Before I could react to what was happening, there was a white girl already about three steps into the room, obviously in a rush. She very much did a double take when she saw my naked form rising from between her between her room-mate's legs. "Oh my. I'm so sorry, Shonda. I need to grab this book and I'm outta here." She grabbed a book off her desk and turned to briskly walk out. "I'm gone!" she added. She locked the door behind her. She was cute. I turned back to Shonda and she was covering her midsection with a pillow. I laughed and she did too. "I see how you are!" I teased her. "Leave my ass hanging out exposed." "You're right," she smiled. "I should have covered *you* up so she doesn't get any ideas!" I pulled the pillow away and admired Shonda's nude form before leaning forward to kiss her. She coaxed me down on top her and rubbed her clit on my growing cock as she kissed me. It was rock hard before our interruption and with Shonda rubbing her wet pussy on it, it was fast returning to an erect state. I kissed my way back down her body, teasing her as I went, and getting her mind back on enjoying my affections. She was almost ready to bust by the time I was licking her slit and tasting her juices. I inserted my index finger in her and pressed against her hymen gently. She was so wet and tight as hell. Finally, I licked her clit lightly and she arched her back and cried out. "Oh sweet jesus yes!" She whimpered as she squirmed around, her orgasmic bliss washing over her entire body. I kept licking it as best I could through her orgasm. Her hands were playing with her nipples as I ate her, no doubt sending intense feelings of pleasure to add to the ones I was giving her pussy. "Oh John, that's so good!" I didn't answer her other than to slow it down a bit, before working to bring her towards another climax. I pushed her clit and forth with my tongue. I knew she liked it – I could tell by her body language, but I stopped anyway. "Do you like that?" I asked, intentionally teasing her. "Quit teasing me, John. Yes! I like that!" Just the answer I was looking for. I went back and did it some more and she came again for me, her hips bucking like a bronco. I worked her through yet another one before exploring her rosebud with my finger. Playing with it allowed me to rest my tongue a little while still keeping up the stimulation so Shonda was riding the ragged edge to more climaxes. She came twice as I pressed against her rosebud as I ate her. The second time, her pitching her hips led to my finger sinking into her asshole. I hadn't really planned to insert it that quickly, but it led to a big, extended orgasm for little Shonda. "Did I find your orgasm button?" I asked her as she caught her breath from her most recent climax, my finger now up inside her asshole. "Damn, John. I had no idea this could feel sooooo damn good!" I resumed licking around her little clit and up her gash. She came again as I wriggled my finger around inside her bung hole. I could feel her sphincter tense up each time she climaxed. Between that, and feeling her sexy little ass and looking at her magnificent young body, I was stoked to fuck this girl. I sat up and rubbed my cock up and down her slit and she put her hand out. "No, baby. I'm not ready yet." I pushed in a little further and she pushed me away. "No, John." Respecting her wishes, albeit disappointed, I slid beside her in the bed and began kissing her while fondling her ass. She broke the kisses after a couple of minutes. "I think I owe you a few, so let me start to pay you back." She twirled herself around and got on top of my 69-style and began sucking my raging hard-on. Looking up, I had a nice, close-up view of most of my favorite girl parts right there in front of my face. I licked, sucked and teased her ruthlessly. I pushed my index finger into her asshole while I pushed my tongue between the folds of her pussy lips. "Oh oh oh!" I heard her moan as she stopped sucking and tensed up. I pushed my pelvis up to give her the hint to keep sucking after she came down from her climax. I stopped playing with her as I was about to pop. Shonda wasn't so good at multi-tasking when she was about to climax. Finally, I found my sweet release. I thrust up as I began to come and heard her gag as my cock probably went down her throat when she wasn't expecting it. That got me a messy conclusion as she stopped sucking as she was coughing. Oh well. When I rolled her off and brought her up to me, she looked a little shaken. She had my goo on her face where I had squirted her was still recovering from getting gagged. "Sorry about that, Shonda!" "That's okay. Comes with the territory I guess. Let me know before you do that next time, okay?" She had a meek smile. "Okay, I promise. Are you sure I can't talk you into making love?" "John, you're incredible. I'm not ready just yet, but I guarantee you that you'll be the first to know when that changes." "Works for me, baby!" We cleaned up and went back to my place, where we were treated to knowing looks and ruthless teasing from the other two girls and George. Shonda was back to her semi-introverted self and said little to deny the teasing that we were "getting busy". All I would say was, "I will neither confirm nor deny said vicious rumors." And that just made it worse – mostly for Shonda, who cuddled next to me until we walked the girls back to their dorm a half-hour later. That entire time, with her at my side, I was wishing I was back between Shonda's legs. We were all about to go to sleep, and I was thinking about earlier in the evening. Looking back, her "no" seemed quite soft. Kind of like a girl who wants something but doesn't want people to know she wants it. I kind of wished I had just pushed into her and made love to her despite her mild demur. George asked me what Shonda and I were doing while we were gone. "George, if you want to know, you're going to have to ask her. I don't kiss and tell." "But there was some kissing going on?" "I won't deny that." "So you do kiss and tell!" I sighed. "She's still a virgin." "Sorry man," Terrell laughed. George laughed too. GI Bill Ch. 02 "Yeah, I know." Oh well. It took a while to go to sleep with a raging hard on and that was that.