“So I offered to buy him another,” Karen said, “but he wants to buy us a drink.”She huffed and turned back to the bar.“I can buy my own,” ...he said.“Sorry,” Karen mouthed to him, “maybe some other time.”“Yeah, maybe,” he said and walked away.When he arrived at the medical school building the following morning, Jon was surprised to see Karen hanging about in the entrance to the lecture theatre. As she spotted him she smiled and waved, he waved back. No redhead this time.“Hi,” she said as he. - Do you know how to use the shower, Tom ? This one's a little tricky.- No, can you show me ?I entered the bathroom and saw her working on the shower tube to get it hot, her back still to me. I took advantage of it to slowly jack off, inches from her butt.- Here you go, it's hot now.- Thanks !I quickly took a few steps back and took the towel to innocently unwrap it at arms level, so my cock was still showing but I could be pretending it was not a big deal. She turned and gasped at the size of. I was twelve years old. I’d seen her at my mother’s funeral fifteen years ago. She gave me a hug. Somewhere in my files, maybe buried beneath an old manuscript, I had her phone number. I’d had a severe crush on her in grade school. After she moved, I blew her a kiss out my window each night before I went to bed. For years.Out of all the kids, I was the religious one. At least that’s the way it felt. I went to church on Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and Wednesday evening. And any other time. He felt himself getting engorged, but his penis did not get hard,instead it seemed to feel like more of a whole body experience, with hisnipples becoming sensitive and his skin moistening. He started to try tojerk off to fall asleep in the cramped pantry, but he found himself notyanking at his dick like he was used to in the shower, but insteadrubbing himself almost like he had a clit. As his orgasm arrived, itwasn't an explosion but more like waves crashing against a craggy shore,and his leg.