I have a separate bedroom with its own bathroom. And there is, in case you haven’t noticed, a lock on the inside of my door, so I’ll be well prote...ted in case he tries anything. Just as there’s a lock on his door, so he’ll be protected from me.”“HE doesn’t need protecting from YOU, it’s the other way round,” her mother retorted.“Mummy,” Charlie objected, “what do you think he could possibly do?”“I’m not even going to discuss that subject with you, and particularly not in front of him,” she. John gave her a small smile and turned towards the front door. ‘We better get inside. I’m calling dibs on the shower,’ he replied. Carly sighed quietly, dissatisfied with his answer. Though a shower sounded like a good idea, it was fucking freezing out here. *** Entering the cabin, John felt more relaxed. His eyes caught sight of the Christmas ornaments that were left on the sofa. It wasn’t an extraordinary cabin but it felt like a place that you didn’t want to leave too soon. John walked into. When she started lightly caressing my leg, I began to get hard, and the longer she rubbed my leg, the harder I got. After just a few minutes, my hard on started to get uncomfortable in my jeans and a little difficult to hide. I tried to non-nonchalantly adjust myself, but it just wasn’t happening. Marie looked at me and innocently asked, ‘Is everything ok?’ Having agreed that friends should be honest, I chuckled, ‘Yeah, but you’re turning me on rubbing my leg like that and hard ons don’t work. I kept my mind focused on my ride, but made sure to get back to my place as soon as I could. When I got back, I walked the bike up to my third-floor apartment. After stripping naked, I stood facing the wall of my shower. I thought of what she did to me and started stroking my shaft just as she had done to me thru my tight bike shorts. As soon as I hit 'the nerve', I was overcome with a rush of pleasure and became rock solid. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but it was no use. It felt.