Then, with my nose bumping his erect cock through his boxers, I grabbed a hold of the denim and slid his jeans down his legs. I turned to toss them a...ide, and when I turned back, I noticed his shirts were now on my roommate’s bed, leaving him in only his red plaid boxers. Now the bulge was more than noticeable, but he still held the rope with no more idea of what to do. I quickly got rid of my briefs, leaving me completely naked (and erect) in front of him. “There’s gotta be something you. Lockers opened and shut, teenagers with bleary eyes and overactive hormones were chatting, laughing, exchanging glances or looking with longing at someone else. Others held hands, or gave sweet little kisses to their partners.Steve noticed none of it. He walked down the hall, backpack slung over one shoulder, his mind far away into yesterday. He had spent the better part of the day and a chunk of the night with Ariana. Even now, thinking about it, he could feel his body start to respond. He. Which brings me to last Saturday. What a day. Fall like weather despite what the calendar indicates. The kind of comfortable weather that brings a light pullover out of the closet. My playing partners were friends, guys I have played on numerous courses with over the years. We’ve traded shots both on and off the course, and are strong enough friends to let the constant ribbing and insults slid right off our backs. It was a slow day on the course. The group in front of us was slow, having to. And her breasts ... They filled out that t-shirt.My pussy grew hot, wet. But no cock sprouted.“Hi, Mrs. Teller,” I said, my cheeks red. I fidgeted, washing my hands before me.“Cassandra,” she said, her cheeks darkening with a blush. Her eyes flicked down. “I ... Right, you’re here to help out with the party.”“It’s gone,” I said, squirming, my eyes burning. “So you don’t have to ... worry?”“Oh, okay.” She licked her lips. “It was just ... a dream, right? Not real. I mean...” Her cheeks grew.