" I tried to open my eyes but it was so brightI couldn't force my eyelids open. I heard sounds from a long way off andit sounded like voices, but they...were muffled and I strained to hear butcouldn't quite make anything out.I tried to move my arms to cover my eyes from the light but I couldn'tmove and I felt myself get angry that I was this helpless. I concentratedhard and forced myself to try and move my fingers. "Aaah," I heard myselfsay as I felt a finger move a fraction. I could definitely. I shrugged and made sure to speak as though this was no big deal. “I’m fine with this Tori. I wish you were older too, but I guess under the circumstances this is reasonable. You’ll have to take care of your own urges. You only have a few more weeks and then you can have sex and vote, but usually not at the same time.” We all laughed, and I took that as a good sign that the tension had been broken.Tori smiled and volunteered, “I have a helper that mom gave me a couple of years ago. His name is. A kiss hadn't affected Johnny like this since high school. He was dizzy, his heart was pounding, he wasn't quite sure where he was, but he knew he was kissing Christie. He also knew he was out of control, and worst yet, he was getting an erection, a huge erection. "Oh my God," he thought, "what if she sees it?"... "OH MY GOD! SHE'S GOT HER HAND ON IT!" He was absolutely right, Christie had taken one hand off his head and had a firm death grip, like a bulldog, on his erection, which meant she. I'd drop my stuff in my room and head to the restroom. Invariably, the bathroom was empty and I was able to drop a deuce (or two) in total privacy.Amusingly, I kept this routine up throughout the whole of college and it always worked a treat. Yet there was this one occasion when things didn't go to plan.I had been at College for about four weeks and really enjoying myself, and by now I was in the habit of using the restroom after my morning classes. I would swiftly stroll across Campus and.