The Marine Goes Through Basic Training
On Monday night I went over to The Marine’s to hang out. Get my naked on. Whatever. It was only my second time at his apartment, our third “date”–not that I’m sure it counts if I show up with fast food and no make-up.
We ate our food and talked with the TV on in the background. The food in our bellies fed the fire in our bodies. We progressed from kissing to boobies (BOOBIES!! [something about the word just has to be yelped with glee]) to bare skin rubbing against bare skin.
On our second date I had sucked him off, and now it was time for The Marine to get his face down in my business.
