" He tried to keep his voice lightly nonchalant, but underneath I could detect a note of possessiveness. I couldn't help but grin. Men."Lucky bastard,..." the customer griped, dropping a handful of change on the bar. Taking his drink he melted back into the crowd."Damn right," Shaun muttered, watching his rival walk away before shooting me a sexy grin. I shook my head in wordless exasperation at the 'I-told-you-so' look on Shaun's face.I've never been so happy to see the end of a shift as I was. My body was responding, but not as quickly as usual, since we had just had sex about 20 minutes before. I wished the process would go more quickly for Tara's sake. I looked over at the brunette. She was just sitting there gazing at my cock as Tara proceeded to wrap her hand around it. I was beginning to grow more firm. My eyes locked on the managers mouth sized breasts and her flat, firm belly as she sat back in her office chair. I could see her collar bone as it was raised from her chest. The band was rock and blues and grunge. It was like a flashback to the doors and Janis Joplin but with this new asexual flair that reminded me of david bowie. He was trying to get in my pants and the concert so damn near worked.When mosshart and jack white shared a mic for their finale, I tried to kiss him and the cocky bastard pushed me away and told me I could wait two weeks. Just to taunt me he slid my hand between my legs easily accessing my pussy in gym shorts and he squeezed my clit so. He was utterly closed up and conflicted - too shy and awkward to have any success with the beautiful women. And he had no interest in the ugly ones.He just couldn’t get outside his own head to make lasting friendships. He must have been the only soldier to serve two full combat tours in the Sandbox and never have a battle-buddy. He was a legend in JSOC for his isolation from the teams he served on. And his only regular sexual experience had been with Rosie and her five sisters.His only friend.