Close moments between Ben and Tam were less frequent, but they did occur. Now Tam and Bev shared an apartment, as well as, obviously, a key to Ben’s...house and the knowledge that he kept a porn stash in his room. ‘You’re hoping I won’t ask,’ Ben said. ‘Do you even need to??’ ‘Uh, yeah!’ ‘Well, duh, Ben. I’m stealing your porn.’ ‘What for?’ Tamara rolled her eyes. She stood, putting distance between them. ‘What do you think it’s for?’ Ben blinked. ‘I know what I use it for.’ A looooong. Bothsides of my chest were hurting and they were swollen. I tried to take itlike a man and pretend nothing happened, but I rolled in bed almostcrying for half an hour before sleeping that night.The next day the pain was gone, but my chest was still swollen. It wasn'tred or anything and it didn't look like the swelling from a bruise. Itwas as if my nipples and areolas were being pushed out above a smallcone."No no no no no!!!!" I silently screamed as I grabbed the booklet. A fewdrawings about. The answer came rather quickly as she hustled past my room, her eyes diverted only a few moments later and closed the door to her bedroom, coming out shortly wearing a different pair of cut offs, the bathroom quite forgotten as she went to start supper and I could hear her singing cheerfully as she clanged pots and pans in preparation for the meal.A few days later she and I were alone in the house and she came into my room after her afternoon run and requested that I pull up that sexy website. Boldly I said hi. In talking I mentioned that I was just curious, not meaning bi-curious of course, but just curious. In thinking back he most likely thought I meant the other however and said he was too. "Ah, a friend," I thought. He asked if I ever got on cam and I said no, that I was afraid someone might recognize me. He laughed and said they won't if it's just from the waist down. It got me thinking of how I empathized with the guys on cam imagining what it must be like to actually cum on.