But as she tried to close the zipper on the first pair of jeans, they were just simply too tight, and the knuckle of her thumb rubbed right across her... clit as she pulled the zipper up. It was exactly the wrong thing to have happen at that moment. All of the stresses as well as the memories of him and everything about him converged in her groin. Her legs clamped together, her face flushed and she stood, frozen in place until the feelings and her orgasm subsided.Thankfully she had been alone in. But Ive kept my nerve about me, for the most part. At first, when I was younger, I was too disgusted with myself to even look any of them in the eye knowing I was going home and touching myself to the thought of them. But eventually I relaxed and decided to stop being so hard on myself. Sometimes Id even find myself outright flirting with a couple of them. But I never crossed that line…until recently. And boy did I. There was one boy in particular. He was quiet and shy although very smart. I. Ah… whatever else lies between private and officer.’ ‘Who said I wanted a military career?’ complained Zoa. ‘It’s what you do best,’ said her friend and shrugged. ‘You only say that because you’ve never seen me pulling out weeds,’ said Zoa. ‘Your family are farmers?’ ‘Tunnel farmers mostly,’ said Zoa. ‘I was raised to sow, and care for, prime quality moss.’ For a few moments they sipped tea in silence. ‘The sight of General Hopez put the fear of Death into the ropers,’ said Zoa. ‘I’ll get them. As my fingers withdrew they came away slightly damp, I smiled and wiped them on her cheek as she knelt there trying to catch her breath. I patted her head and left her room chuckling. Closing her door behind me I made my way back to my room and got on my computer. I opened up AIM and was immediately greeted with the message:OBane: so how’d it go?TDonovan: perfectly. You should have seen her face. I replied.OBane: great! TDonovan: thanks for the idea. I never would have thought of something like.