She told me that their bodies fit together nicely, and that she enjoyed being close to a man who is bigger and stronger than me. I'm more the erudite ...entleman, which she prefers for day to day life. But quite understandably, she sometimes craves that extra shot of testosterone.And then she offered another exciting detail: While they were dancing, she noticed that he was getting an erection. She pushed herself a little closer to him, partly to show her approval and partly so he wouldn't feel. Not my thing. I just used the place in order to let out some steam through my stories and get a kick out of reading the ones others had written. It took him two months to break down my barriers and get through to the real me. He was the only person online whom I ever told my real name, who I ever let me see as I was. I had to let go of all pretence when being with him. I told him the most shameful things about me and my life. His reactions made me feel – different. He showed anger when I told. ” “Oh, alright then.” “Hey give me a hug,” she held out her arms, “I miss you.” Reluctantly I obliged. I stood and hugged her, trying to keep my boner as far away from her as possible, but she surprised me by pulling me close and pressing up against me. I could tell she noticed. “So Alex, were you by any chance in my room just now?” Fuck. “No,” I lied. “Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing.” She smirked. “But if I had known you wanted to see some sexy underwear, I would have brought you along to go. The envy of even a Playboy centerfold. And, they looked real. I've seem plenty of porn, all those blown-up boobs looking like over-filled balloons. No, Sara's were perfect. "They're stunning, really perfect. Not overdone like you see sometimes. Very nice." Sara stepped over to where I was sitting, leaned over, smiled, and asked, "Would you like to feel?" I looked back at Tracy who had now removed her top and she was nodding at me as I lifted my hands up to cup Sara's wonderful, new breasts..