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her. Jessica stood at the door with her hand on the knob behind her. They watched each other for a few seconds, before Jessica looked away. Tyson stalked over to her.  He stopped just in front of Jessica and waited her to look up at him. When she did, he put a palm to her face and leaned in to kiss her. He stopped short, though.
    “Jessica, are you sure about this?”
    “I’ve wanted to kiss you for months,” she said breathlessly.
    “Yeah?”
“Yes. I’m nervous, but I want to kiss you now. I’m sure.”
    Tyson followed through with his kiss. It started slowly, but quickly built up steam. He was soon grabbing at her clothes and she was pulling at his. Shoes were kicked off. Shirts were discarded along with dusty pants and sweaty socks. Jessica paused.
                  “We smell,” Jessica said and they both laughed.
                  “Take a shower with me,” Tyson whispered. His lips were hovering over hers.
                  “Really?” she asked. Her shining eyes were blinking up at him.
                  “Yeah.”
                  “I’ve never done that before,” Jessica admitted to him.
                  “Do it with me,” Tyson said in a low voice.
                  Jessica agreed and they quietly went into the bathroom that was situated between her room and the suite on the other side. She locked the opposite door from the inside so that the cadets in the other room couldn’t interrupt their need for privacy. She would release the lock when then vacated the shared bath.
                  In the shower, Jessica was shy again. Initially, it seemed that she didn’t want to face Tyson and stood as far away as the tiny shower would allow. But, Tyson coaxed her around and closer to him. Soon, she relaxed as they kissed and touched and stroked each other beneath the streams of steaming water. He poured the lavender body wash she used in his hand and smoothed it over her slick, wet skin.
    She had a gorgeous body. Jessica was long and lean, tall for a woman. Her chin nearly reached his shoulders and he was a big guy, almost four inches over six feet. Her arms and legs were toned, but feminine and graceful. Her stomach was as flat as a board and it made the sexy curves of her breasts and hips supremely enticing. Watching the suds form on her skin and the water from the shower travel over her hills and valleys was mesmerizing. Tyson followed the path of many of the droplets, observing how they disappeared into secret places he wanted to explore.
    Without thinking about it, Tyson had Jessica pressed against the shower wall with his raging erection locked between the two of them. He plundered her mouth, drinking her in, drowning in her. When Jessica whimpered into his mouth, he fought for the control to slow down. He didn’t want to go too fast, didn’t want to scare her. He wanted to take his time with Jessica. So, he pulled back, softening the kisses and the caresses until they finished washing and left the bathroom.
                  Back in her room he lay down on the small bed with Jessica. He rolled her beneath him and kissed her until they were both breathless. Her body was quivering and his was tense with the need to be inside her. He looked down at her. She had taken her hair out of its long, tidy braid and her thick, dark tresses were haphazardly spread across the stark-white, military-issue pillowcase. Her lips were puffy from his kisses and her milk chocolate cheeks were flushed. Glassy nutmeg and gold eyes gazed up at him beneath heavy lids that were framed by long lashes still spiked from the shower. She looked amazing.
                  “You’re beautiful, Jessica.”
                  Jessica put her palms on his face and said, “So are you.”
    He grinned at her assessment and kissed her quickly.
    “Yeah. Nobody else if ever going to say that to my face,” he