It started with a talk about Oprah. They held opposing views, but shared
something else. Names hadn't been exchanged, the wait and taxi ride were
completed in silence. Chit chat about the freaky cab driver ensued, but
then rooms were given and ways were parted. Who knew fate would reunite
them again? By chance, when she wandered into the restaurant alone, he
was there. Getting a small portion of food, she sat next to him. Again
conversation started up, and who would've known what would come of them?
Soon after he excused himself. More like she pushed him away, really.
But yet again they found themselves sitting next to eachother. Watching
'Anger Management'. With a look from the TV to the chess board, she
challenged him. Too bad she sucks. Or so she thought. She ended up
winning both times. The briefing started and preceding that he offered a
walk down to the pool. How could she turn him down? He was so
intriguing. They walked to the hot tub. He stripped down to his sexy
boxer briefs. Shy and trying hard not to stare, she simply rolled up her
gauchos and stuck her feet in. He teased until she sighed and stripped
down to her own undergarments, slipping in beside him. She couldn't help
being perverse and hitting on him. And staring. He was fresh meat and
very hot. And smart. And Irish. And pre-military. Who the hell could ask
for more? They chatted with two others, passing time. He
looked at her in a challenging manner, asking to test the pool. She
laughed and took him up on it. He dived in first, and she followed suit-
losing her panties in the meantime. It was much too cold for either of
them, so back in the tub they went. Soon, some left and some joined.
After so long, he offered a walk to dry off before lights out. Wanting
to be alone with him, she agreed. They pulled all their clothes back on,
except her without her shirt, just wearing her jacket. They walked arm
in arm to the courtyard, sitting on a bench he claimed to 'like'.
Apparently his cheap but successful manuever to pull a move on me. The
kiss was so foreign, so fresh, so good. His hand fell to her inner
thigh, her hand to the back of his head, pulling him closer. God, that
lip ring was so hot, she loved tugging on it. Of course, reality came
plummeting down fast. They couldn't stay in the open. Wandering around,
they looked for an alcove. After an unsuccessful double 360, she
suggested the bathroom. He chose the girls', and they snuck in, sliding
into the handicap stall. It was seconds before their arms were back
around eachother, lips entwined in a passionate kiss. His hand roamed,
pulling her closer, their pelvics grinding. It had felt so good to be
embraced, kissed, touched again. When was the last time she had
experienced so much passion and lust? And it was equally returned, for
once. It was too bad she was on the rag, she could've used the release.
Some lonely, angry, emotional sex would've been acceptable, but
inappropriate of course. Then again, so was their scandalous makeout
session. God, his abs were amazing, she ran her hands along them, before
tugging him into another kiss, hands rubbing his crotch. He had the
hottest seagreen eyes imaginable, and it was amazing how intensely they
probed her own dull browns. Before she was aware of what was going on,
she was whispering in his ear that if he could make it fast, she'd make
it happen. She fell to her knees, gawking over his beautiful phallic. It
was in her mouth and buried in her throat in seconds, her hand fondling
his balls. It didn't take long for her tactics to make him blow his
sweet protein in her tight throat. She kept sucking, as he was still
extremely hard. Slowly, she moved back up, stroking him lightly, and
kissing him once more. It's amazing what hormones and lonliness can do.
Quickly, they snuck back out. Again they were arm in arm, and he walked
her to her room. There was a good night kiss arranged, and her number
put in his phone. And a night of good sleep.

The next day, he kept her company on the bus ride, flirting. At 5 am in
the morning, it's hard to be so entertaining. A smile was offered in
each passing during the briefings and medical examinations. And comfort
was given when the disqualification was discovered. And she never got to
say good-bye.