Since you only lived a block apart, either you were at her house or she was at yours everyday. When you were small you took baths together. As you got...older, you frequently spent the night together, usually innocently sleeping in the same bed.You started pulling away when you were twelve. The very last night you spent together, you woke with her head on your chest and the scent of her strawberry shampoo filling your senses. You had a throbbing hard on, and very slowly you reached down to touch. 15 ish Saturday last weekend. Already melting from the beautiful weather, I boarded a hot, sticky and obviously packed train home from work. After embarrassingly navigating over to the back of the unstable carriage, I find a spot wedged against the small perch seat by the secondary doors.Arriving at the next stop seeing the expected swarm of people waiting to get on the train was daunting. I put away my phone as the doors open and the train fills. It immediately becomes more comfortable to. Understandably, he was in a very good mood. ‘You’ve done one hell of a job getting that station up to standard, Rod. I can’t believe how good it looks. It puts some of the newer ones on the interstate to shame. Congratulations!’ ‘Thanks. Everyone here pitched in full time. We were beat on Friday night, but it was worth it.’ ‘I can’t count the number of people who said somethin’ about how clean it was. I almost hate to work in the shop for fear of messing it up,’ Shelly added. ‘Well, we did. Each week, I'd get a little bigger. Each week, my hard ons were stronger--which, at college age--meant almost unlimited power. Each week, I'd find little chunks of time when the room was empty--class breaks, or off times--to pump my manhood.One day, of course, Lauren walked into the room and caught me in full dick mode. She gasped. The whole thing was wildly embarassing. The whole thing was in slow motion...and I just kind of slide back under the covers. Needless to say , I thought that was it.