"Ashley, is that you?" I heard the sound of someone peeing. I turned the water off and peeled back the curtain. Brian was at the toilet, shirtless wit... his boxers pulled down. He was twenty and recently dropped out of college.I reached out to grab a towel and closed the curtain."Sorry, Kendall. Just had to pee." Brian had a deep voice like his dad. I heard the door open and close again and stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around me. But Brian hadn't left. He was standing in. And I started to watch more and more of it. It really turned me on seeing the girls in the films get fucked by a bunch of men. I would start to watch and masturbate. Then I'd close my eyes, imagining it was me... Well back to the real story: Just after I turned 18 (witch is the drinking age limit where I live), one of my friends asked me to go to a party with her. She was very different from me, outgoing, popular, sexy and a year older. But for some reason we were very close. And I went with. 'Stan? It's Anne. Look, I won't be able to make it tonight after all." Anne, are you sure?" Yes, Stan. I'm sorry, but I really have to concentrate on this for a bit longer tonight. Sorry" Well, okay, love. I'll order an Indian meal and mope all alone without you. Just joking!"He wasn't entirely joking. Anne knew that."Oh, Stan. I'm really sorry, but I can't leave, I just can't. I can't even explain why, just now, but I will soon, I promise." All right, Anne. But I'll hold you to that. I love. Unfortunately for her, one of James’ other old girlfriends had told him.To my knowledge, he had stopped dating about three months before. I knew that we got a lot of looks, but I think we had our colleagues baffled because they never saw us together outside of work and they all knew I still lived at home. They couldn’t believe he wasn’t screwing someone when he had the pick of the single females.The fact I was on the night-shift on the weekends, and he was on days, also made it hard for them to.