Date: Sat, 10 May 2014 15:25:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Ambros <areaman04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Youth Pastor and His Students Part 8

Author's Note: This chapter includes consensual sex between a 28-year-old
man and a 17-year-old girl. If this type of material offends you or is
illegal in your area, please leave this page.

This story is pure fantasy, and the events and characters depicted therein
are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events are
purely coincidental.

Feedback is always welcome.

8. Dakota – Friday Night

Despite the fact that I had known these people my whole life, there were
still times when I felt like an outsider, even among my church youth
group. Maybe it was the fact that I was one of the only kids in the group
who didn't have a sibling. Maybe it was the fact that, even though I was
athletic like most of the group, everyone else started for their respective
team, while I was a reserve. Maybe it was just my own paranoia. Whatever
the reason, I always had a nagging suspicion that I was being left out of
something.

I had to admit, the past three nights had gone a long way towards removing
those feelings. The way Megan had seduced me had really made me feel
desirable, and then adding Michelle and John to our fun over the next
couple of nights had made me feel like a part of the group in a way I
hadn't before.

All of that said, when I noticed John quietly pull Meg aside as our day at
the theme park was winding down, those old feelings of being left out began
to flare up again. It only got worse when, a few minutes later, I saw Meg
pull Michelle aside and whisper in her ear. The younger girl grinned at her
sister, and that's all it took to get me fuming. Suddenly I was so caught
up in wondering what the three of them were planning without me that I
didn't even notice John sidle up next to me.

It's a good thing I was at the back of the group as we walked through the
park, because John's tap on my shoulder caused me to jump about a foot in
the air. He attempted and failed to stifle a laugh, which did cause the
rest of the group to turn around and see what the commotion was
about. John, still laughing, explained how he had "scared the tar out of
her" as everyone resumed their walking. After his laughter stopped, he
continued walking next to me, staying silent, though I couldn't figure out
why. After a few minutes, he leaned into me.

"Hey, I was thinking maybe you could come to my room tonight after we get
back to the hotel... just the two of us for the night. What do you say?"

I was still kinda mad, thinking that they were excluding me from something,
but the warmth in his voice served to calm me down considerably. I glanced
over at him just as he glanced at me, and even though we didn't hold the
eye contact, I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"I'd like that a lot," I replied, my temperature dropping. It was
true. Despite the fact that John had obviously tried to make sure that all
three of us got equal attention the night before, both Megan and Michelle
had spent nights alone with John on this trip, and I looked forward to
having him to myself for a night.

He smiled at me and looked around. Confident that no one was paying any
attention to us, John leaned in towards me. "Give me a bit to shower after
we get back, then come on over," he whispered as he simultaneously slipped
a hotel room key card into the back pocket of my jean shorts while copping
a feel of my ass. I was glad he mentioned the shower, because I was
definitely going to want one after spending the whole day on my feet.

As I stepped out of the shower a couple hours later, I was grateful that I
hadn't worn my thong yet on this trip. I only owned the one, which had been
a gift from an ex-boyfriend. He had hoped to see me in it and then see me
out of it, but his plan had only half worked. I had given him a little
show, but at that time, I knew that I wasn't going to give IT up to
him. Either way, most of my underwear were simple cotton bikini briefs, but
I did enjoy the feeling of the silky material between my ass cheeks on the
rare occasions that I wore it. I had thrown it into my suitcase for this
trip without really planning on putting it to use, but now I hoped that
John would like it.

I slid the black silk up my legs and put on a black bra to match. A pair of
tight jeans and a comfortable v-neck t-shirt followed, with just a touch of
foundation on my face to hide some of my freckles. After throwing my hair
into a quick, neat ponytail, I left the bathroom, made sure I had both my
room key and John's along with my cell phone in my back pocket, and padded
down the hall barefoot towards his room.

I slipped the key card into the slot and removed it quickly, turning the
handle as soon as the red LED light turned green. I put it back into my
pocket as I entered the room. The room was dark except for the light from
the tv and a single bedside lamp, and I strained to see John as my eyes
adjusted to the dim light.

I found him sitting on the edge of the bed, tv remote in hand as he turned
it off, leaving the room even darker, the lamp now the only light
source. He stood up and stepped towards me, meeting me with an unexpectedly
aggressive kiss. He held my face in his hands softly, his lips gently
manipulating my own, as we froze in this position for longer than I
expected. I began to soften into his grip, allowing him to take control of
the situation. He obviously had a plan, and I was willing to follow him
wherever he wanted to go tonight.

After a few minutes of just standing there and kissing, John stepped back,
holding my hands, and looked at me. "Wow. You've got me feeling
underdressed here," he joked. I hadn't dressed up, but he was in a simple
pair of khaki shorts and a solid blue t-shirt. His compliment made me
blush, my cheeks flushing in the meager light.

He pulled me into himself and wrapped his arms around me, embracing me
fully as he kissed me again. Like the last one, this kiss was passionate
yet gentle, but now his tongue began to probe my lips. I opened my mouth to
allow entry, and responded with some exploration of my own, my arms around
his neck, pulling him close. I knew that before the night ended, I'd want
him to just give it to me hard, but at this point, I was appreciating the
tenderness he was showing.

After a few more minutes of simple making out, John leaned down and slowly
began to kiss at my neck, apparently in no hurry. He lightly pecked at the
soft flesh on my neck and over my collarbone, causing goose bumps to break
out over my skin. This caused me to shudder with pleasure as I slid my
hands underneath his shirt to rub the bare skin of his shoulders and
back. I felt his hands slide from my hips, where they had been resting,
around to my ass, where he began to squeeze my generous orbs, pulling me
closer to him. For the first time, I felt his erection pressing against my
own crotch, and felt the first hints of my own wetness inside my jeans.

After paying sufficient attention to my neck and upper chest, John moved
his hands to the hem of my shirt, grabbing it and pulling it up and off of
me. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me so that I was standing in
between his knees, and I grabbed his shirt and easily pulled it off of
him. He wrapped his arms around me again, grabbing my ass and pulling me
close, allowing him to repeat his oral explorations, this time focusing on
the parts of my breasts that were exposed and my stomach and ribcage
area. Again, he was in no hurry, and took his team kneading my ass while
kissing, licking, and occasionally gently biting at my bare skin.

I wanted to see his cock, so I put my hands gently on his shoulders and
pushed, causing him to lay back on the bed with his legs still hanging off
the edge. I could see the bulge in his pants where his erection was
sprouting, and I leaned forward to rub my hand over it through his
shorts. The feeling of it growing under my touch was exhilarating. I
unbuttoned his shorts and slowly pulled the zipper down. Once they were
open, I reached into his boxers and pulled his dick out. It was warm in my
hand, and I began to stroke it, aiming for maximum hardness. As I was
stroking it, he pushed his butt off the bed and began to slide his shorts
and boxers down towards his knees. I left his cock alone just long enough
to pull the articles of clothing all the way down his legs, then resumed my
action on the protruding organ. My hand began to get sticky as his pre-cum
began to flow.

After getting to taste his jizz secondhand the previous night, I badly
wanted a hot load, fresh from the source. I leaned forward and licked his
cock, tasting the warm, leaking liquid as I did so. I pulled him closer to
the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between his legs, allowing me
full access to his cock and balls. I began to lick the rod all over,
swirling my tongue around it, running my lips and tongue up and down its
length. Once I was satisfied with the coat of saliva on it, I began to once
again stroke it, while turning my oral attention to his balls. They were
hanging low, and I took each one in my mouth in turn, rolling them around
in between my lips and sucking on them. I could already feel them beginning
to tighten up, and so I allowed my fingers to gently manipulate them as I
returned to the 6 inches of man meat in front of me.

I knew after the previous night that I could take his whole shaft into my
mouth, so I did so in one smooth motion, my teeth spread wide so as not to
accidentally hurt him. I felt his pubic hair against my nose as his cock
head breached the back of my throat.  I held this position for a few
seconds, breathing through my nose now, before backing off so just the head
was in my mouth. I repeated the action, faster each time, bobbing my head
up and down the warm, hard cock, playing with his balls with my hands,
knowing it wouldn't be long before I was rewarded.

When his balls tightened up in my hands, I knew it was time. I buried the
cock in my throat one last time, and gently rubbed the stones in my hand. I
felt the first hot stream in the back of my throat and swallowed quickly,
ready for the next. Each shot slid smoothly down my gullet until all that
was left was a dribble. I backed off again till just the head was in my
mouth, and sucked him dry, leaving him temporarily empty. I looked up to
see a contented smile on his face as he watched me finish cleaning him up.

"You know, it's not really fair that I'm naked and you're still almost
fully clothed," he pointed out playfully. He sat up on the edge of the bed
and held my hand, guiding me so that I was once again standing in front of
him. He leaned into me and once again began to gently kiss my stomach. His
tongue teased my navel, distracting me (not that I needed it) as one hand
unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Once they were loose, both of his hands
gripped my hips, and he turned me around.

"Why don't you get those off?" he suggested.

I bent over at the waist as I pushed the jeans down to my ankles. The denim
had barely passed over my ass when I felt his hands on the now-bare skin,
followed by the surprising sensation of his lips joining his hands. He
began to literally kiss my ass, sucking little bits of skin in between his
mouth, even once again nibbling on the pale skin.  His hands roamed from my
ass down my legs, brushing across the tan line created by so many hours on
the lacrosse field. I stayed still, bent over in front of him, as his mouth
continued to explore my posterior while he massaged the muscles of my
thighs.

He sat up and reached over my back, unclasping my bra, which slipped down
my arms and fell to the floor. I stood up, stepped out of the jeans that
were still around my ankles, and turned to face him, his hands once again
sliding to my hips. As he pulled me close, he closed his lips over my right
nipple. I threw my head back, moaning softly, as he sucked on the soft
flesh. I put my hands on his head, pulling him close, urging him to take me
further into his mouth. His hands, already on my hips, grasped the soft
material of my thong and began to push downward. Once it passed over the
width of my hips, I heard the faint sound of the material sliding down my
legs and hitting the floor. I didn't care that much, because John's mouth
on my breasts had my attention fully engaged.

John ravaged my right breast before turning his attention to my left
one. He sucked, licked, and nibbled on the tit while his hand drifted down
between my legs. His middle finger began to slide up and down my wet slit,
then pushed up into me. My mouth opened to moan, but no sound came out.

I wasn't but a minute or two before I was left hanging, having been
released from John's embrace. As horny as I now was, I couldn't help but
follow him as he backed up the bed, laying his head on the pillows near the
headboard.

Once he settled into his spot, I continued to crawl up the bed, my eyes
locked on his. As soon as I reached his mouth, I pressed my own into it,
our tongues wrestling as our bodies settled together. In this position,
straddling his lower stomach, I could feel his cock, which was still at
about half-mast, touching the skin of my ass, which is also where his hands
had gravitated.

He soon began using his hands on my ass to maneuver me into the next phase
of the night. I soon found myself straddling not his stomach, but his face,
my hands on the headboard of the bed as I faced the wall. I looked down and
watched his face as I lowered myself onto his mouth. His eyes rolled in
happiness as my pussy made contact with his lips, and soon my eyes did the
same under his ministrations.

I felt John's lips begin to kiss my own wet pair, sucking each one in
between his in turn before locking on and inserting his tongue into my hot
opening. I began to grind on his face, trying my best to get some contact
on my clit. I looked down at him again, and the mischievous look in his eye
told me that he knew what I wanted, and he was intentionally making me wait
for it. His hands remained on my ass, kneading the soft skin as I gyrated
on his face.

I felt one hand leave my ass as John removed his lips from me, soon to be
replaced by a finger from said hand. John began to finger me with his
middle finger, taking his time as he allowed my orgasm to build
slowly. Without changing the pace of what he was doing with his finger, his
lips began to give my clit the attention I was now basically desperate for.

As his lips began to suck on the soft nub, everything else, including the
finger that was inside of me, disappeared. All I was aware of was his mouth
and tongue on my clitoris. So engrossed was I that I didn't even notice
when John took the finger out of my pussy.

I did, however, notice when the same finger began to push against the
rosebud of my asshole. John never stopped working on my clit as he pushed a
little bit of the digit into my ass.  He paused the pressure on both my ass
and my clit, allowing me to breathe for a few seconds before renewing the
intensity of his oral assault on my clit, slightly distracting me from his
finger pushing further into my asshole. This pattern continued until his
entire finger was buried in me.

Once his finger was all the way inside of me, he began to finger-fuck my
most forbidden hole. My clit was throbbing under his attention, his lips,
tongue, and even occasionally teeth serving to stimulate the sensitive nub
as my ass was simultaneously violated.

I bucked on his face, the headboard banging against the wall. I'm sure the
room next to ours didn't appreciate the noise, but at that moment, there
was literally nothing I could have cared about less. The dual attention
served its purpose, and once John began to finger my ass, it only took a
few minutes for my orgasm to overcome me. I moaned loudly, shuddering on
top of John, and threw myself off of him, unable to take any more
stimulation. I collapsed onto the bed, attempting to catch my breath.

As I lay there, I looked over at John and couldn't help but laugh. His face
was covered in my juices, which were now glistening on his skin and in his
neatly trimmed beard. I also noticed that his penis, which had softened
after my blowjob, was now back to full hardness.

I reached over and, taking hold of the solid member, began to stroke it
slowly. I could just about take his pulse as the blood flowed through
it. The mushroom head was a deep purple as I gently squeezed upward from
the base to tip. A drop of pre-cum dripped onto my hand, and I pulled it to
me so I could lick my hand clean. John watched all of this with eager
anticipation, waiting for me to signal that I had recovered from my orgasm.

We stay like that for a couple minutes, my breathing returning to normal
and his getting shallower as I rubbed and squeezed his dick.

Once my pulse slowed to a normal rate, I scooted closer, into John's
arms. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and he leaned forward to
give me a tender kiss. I quickly turned the tender kiss into a more
aggressive one. I had decided I was ready for his cock, and I wasn't in a
mood to wait.

John read my cues and pulled me on top of him as we kissed. As I straddled
his waist, I felt his dick between my legs. My pussy was still wet, and I
rubbed his cock with it, the underside of the log pressed against my lips.

I broke our kiss, looking down as I guided him into my waiting hole. I slid
smoothly down his pole, feeling him in my depths. I bottomed out, feeling
his thighs pressed against my ass, and began to gently move my hips in
circles, relishing the feeling as he rubbed against the walls of my vagina.

He grabbed my face and pulled me down towards him for another kiss,
thrusting his tongue into my mouth as we mauled each other. The natural
rhythm of the kiss soon transferred down to my crotch and I began to bounce
up and down on his dick, feeling it slide in and out of my wet slit. John
soon began to match my bounces with thrusts of his own, and we both began
to breath more raggedly.

We remained in this rhythm for a while, neither of us really pushing
towards orgasm, simply enjoying each other, until John slowed his upward
thrusts.

"You wanna try another position?" he asked. I nodded enthusiastically in
response.

"Turn around," he instructed.

I removed myself from on top of him and turned around so I was facing his
feet. John's hands were immediately on my ass as I lowered myself onto his
waiting penis and we quickly resumed our rhythm. I leaned forward, resting
my hands on the bed on either side of his legs, and looked down, watching
as my lips moved back and forth as they rubbed against the skin of his
cock. I fell into a slight trance, the rhythmic sounds and sights
hypnotizing me.

I was broken out of my revelry by the feel of a slight smack on my ass.

"Oooh!" I squeaked, stopping my motions on his cock, surprised at the
sudden sensation.

"I'm sorry..." John began to apologize, before I cut him off.

"No, it's fine, I just wasn't expecting it," I assured him as I resumed my
bouncing on his cock.

John spanked my ass again, a little harder this time. The stinging
sensation travelled through my nerves, but it wasn't all bad. Somehow, it
actually felt good, and an unexpected moan slipped from between my lips. He
went back to rubbing my ass, massaging the globes in time with my
up-and-down motion on his hard dick.

As I continued to rock up and down, John spent the next few minutes
alternating between rubbing and squeezing my ass and spanking me. Every
slap sent another bolt of lightning up my spine, and soon I was moaning
loudly. I was still a little surprised at the pleasure I was getting from
this new behavior, but I had to admit, it was driving me crazy. I sped up
as I felt my orgasm approaching, and John began to meet me with his own
thrusts, our passion (and the noises we were making) increasing quickly.

Just as I neared the precipice, I felt John's hands lift me up and off his
cock, leaving me suddenly empty. I moaned, wanting him back inside me.

"Don't move," he half-whispered as I watched his legs slide backwards in
between my own.

Thankfully, I wasn't empty for long, as John quickly knelt behind me and
began fucking me vigorously. He resumed his manipulations of my ass at the
same time, and once again, I moaned louder with every slap of the sensitive
skin.

I bent forward, slipping one hand down between my legs to play with my
clit. What I didn't realize was that this would also allow John to slide
deeper into my cunt, which caused another loud, long moan to escape from
deep within my throat.

It was only a few hard strokes later that I exploded. I bit down on the
bedspread that was in my face to keep from disturbing the neighbors as my
legs shook, then went limp. I collapsed onto the bed, John's still-hard
cock hanging over my ass. He wasted no time in pushing my legs together,
straddling them, and sliding his cock into the intersection of my legs and
my ass. He inserted himself back into my pussy as I lay on the bed, still
shuddering lightly from the force of my orgasm.

I noticed John's hands on the bed beside me as he continued pounding into
me. A few last tremors shook through me as I heard his breathing getting
shallower by the second. My tender pussy couldn't take much more, but it
turned out neither could he, and I felt him pull out of me one last time,
then felt the warm sensation of his seed on my sweaty skin. He sprayed the
hot liquid all across my ass and lower back before running dry.

I remembered the stories that Megan and Michelle had told about how John
had cleaned them up with his tongue after cumming on them and began to
wonder if he'd do the same to me. I didn't have to wonder long, as I very
soon felt his strong tongue against my soft skin. He licked and sucked
every drop of his cum off of my skin, then gently slapped my ass to
indicate that he was finished.

I rolled over and smiled at him, thoroughly satiated. He looked down at me,
smiling as well, and leaned down for a long, wet kiss. After we broke
apart, we rearranged ourselves on the bed (our heads had been at the foot
of the bed), and he turned off the light before I settled into his strong
arms and we fell asleep.

That night I dreamed of sex.  I dreamed of a beautiful woman sitting on my
face as she ate me out, of having a cock in every hole (a dream which would
come true later in life, but that's another story for another time)... The
images and sensations began to melt together of sweaty, sticky skin rubbing
together, of moans blending into one another...

The last part of my dream, however, was crystal clear. I was lying on my
back, a dark-haired head between my legs. I could feel a strong mouth
working my pussy, the soft, short hair of his beard gently rubbing against
my inner thighs. I ran my hands through the short hair, holding the man's
head close to me as his lips, tongue, and fingers worked their magic on me.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back against the pillow as the mystery
man brought me closer and closer to climaxing. When my orgasm hit, I moaned
and opened my eyes wide, immediately blinking as the bright light streaming
from the hotel window invaded my sight.  It was at this point that I
realized that I wasn't dreaming, but that instead, it was actually John
between my legs, acting as the world's greatest alarm clock.

As I drifted down from the mountaintop, I saw John look up at me, a
shit-eating grin on his face.

"Good morning," he said through the smile and a mouthful of pussy juice.

I laughed at him and lay my head back on the pillow, my arm across my face
to block the light as he finished cleaning me up. When he was done, he
fairly hopped off the bed and held his hand out to me.

"Ugh, I forgot, you're a morning person, aren't you?" I grunted at him as I
rolled towards him. He laughed, his hand still extended. I took his hand
and followed him to the bathroom. Apparently, eating me out had gotten him
pretty excited, because his hard dick lead every step of the way.

We got into the shower, and I slowly began to wake up as I leaned into the
spray, the hot water cascading down my body. I noticed that John was just
standing there ogling me. He noticed me noticing him and smiled, moving
towards me and pulling me close. I looked up at him, into his green eyes,
and saw how much he genuinely cared about me. I felt... taken care of in
his arms. I closed my eyes and stood on my tip-toes as we kissed under the
shower.

I felt his hard cock pressed in between our bellies as we made out, and
determined to take care of him. I began to kneel in front of him, but John
had other ideas. He grabbed me by the shoulders, keeping me standing. His
hands slipped to my ass and lifted me up, resting my back against the cold
tile of the shower stall. My feet rested on the edges of the tub, helping
to support me as his hard cock pressed against me.

My pussy was still wet from his...  "alarm clock" tactic, so he slipped in
easily and began to fuck me with slow, steady strokes. My arms were around
his neck, his hands were on my ass, and we were simply looking into each
other's eyes as we enjoyed our coupling, neither of us in any particular
hurry just yet.

I felt John's fingers began to explore the skin on my ass, and I was pretty
sure knew what his destination was. It turned out I was right, and it was
just a minute or two before I felt his finger began to pressure the brown
rosebud of my rear entrance. My pussy juices were running freely, and he
used them as lubricant to slide his longest finger slowly into my asshole.

At first he just left it still as he continued the slow fucking of my
pussy, but once I began to buck at him a bit, his finger began to mimic the
motion of his dick. At first, the two digits were on opposite tracks. This
meant that when his cock would pull out, leaving my pussy empty, his finger
would push in, filling my ass. Then he would insert his dick into my pussy,
causing his finger to slide out and reversing the process. The result was
that I was always full, never able to relax from the penetration. This
began to push me towards another orgasm quicker than I thought possible.

After a minute or two of this, John changed his tactic, penetrating with
both his finger and his cock simultaneously, which actually allowed me to
back away from orgasm as I at least got a little respite on each
thrust. This continued for another minute or two, until I felt both digits
exit their respective holes, leaving me feeling totally empty.

I felt John's hands leave my ass for the first time in several minutes,
which left me totally supporting myself with my feet on the tub sides, back
against the wall, and arms around his neck. I knew my legs wouldn't hold up
very long, but luckily, they didn't have to. John crouched down, placed his
arms under my legs, and stood back up.  We settled into a position where I
was basically bent in half, my knees interlocked with his elbows, and his
hands were on my lower back as my shoulders continued to rest against the
cool tile.

"You want to help me aim?" he smiled.

I nodded and smiled wide in return, desperately wanting him back inside
me. I dropped my right hand down between us and took hold of his thick
cock. I looked down and aimed it at my pussy once again.

Just as his dick was about to touch my lips, he protested gently. "No,
wait. Lower."

I looked at his face, seeing that calming, reassuring look that made me
feel safer than no other man had, and then looked back down to adjust my
aim. Together, we pushed his cock into my asshole until the head popped
past the opening, then we paused together. I lifted my hand back around his
neck, leaving the rest to him. Slowly as before, John penetrated my asshole
until I felt the hair above his shaft tickling my pussy. He was all the way
in.

He slowly began to work himself in and out of my tightest hole, settling
into a similar speed and intensity as he had been using on my pussy just
minutes before. He bent me further in half by leaning in to kiss me as his
cock pistoned in and out of me.  We couldn't hold the kiss long, though,
and we settled for watching each other's faces as we fucked in the unusual
position.

John began to fuck me faster, then slowed back down, then sped back up
again, beginning a pattern of alternating speeds. Every time he got faster,
I felt myself get closer and closer to orgasm, but then he would slow down
again, allowing that moment of release to slip away.

After several minutes of this teasing, we reached the homestretch, and John
began to fuck me in earnest. I could feel his dick pulsing as it stretched
my ass out, and I knew he was close. I slid one hand down between us again
and inserted two fingers into my own pussy, trying to reach orgasm with
him.

His eyes were closed now and he was gently biting his own lower lip as he
concentrated on his task. The combination of the intensity in his face, and
the three digits buried in my holes sent me into my own orgasm, and I
moaned aloud. It was mere seconds later that John spewed his load into my
ass, his own moan joining and then eclipsing mine as it echoed off the tile
walls of the shower stall. He stood still as he finished spraying my
innards with his cum, then gently set me down. He wrapped his arms around
my and I put mine around his waist as we both allowed the final throes of
our orgasms to course through us. My asshole was still stretched from his
cock, and I felt his hot jizz begin to run down my legs, mixing with the
water from the shower.

I felt John's lips press against my hair as he kissed the top of my head,
then I looked up at him. Those green eyes once again looked back at me,
caringly.

"Thank you," I whispered, feeling more loved than any guy had ever made me
feel.

He responded perfectly. "It was absolutely my pleasure."

We remained still for a little longer, not wanting the moment to end, but
we both knew that if we were late getting downstairs to the van for our
flight home, it would cause questions, and there was certainly no room for
that, considering the activities we'd been engaged in this week. We
reluctantly extracted ourselves from each other and cleaned ourselves up
before I headed back to my room to pack.

All throughout the flight home, our group talked about our trip, but I was
only halfway there, mentally.  The other half of my mind constantly
wondered when the next time I'd have John to myself was, and planned what
I'd do when that time came.