It was a name I found repulsive. She squeezed my arm as we parted. “Cotton?” It was the voice I was beginning to adore. Or Abhor? I grunted and lo...ked at my watch. It was seven fifteen. I was already five minutes late according to the way we planned it. Had I left on time my phone would have gone unanswered. “Do you still have that stack of records?, the ones you and Ellen danced to?” Wendy continued as if she knew I was captivated by her every word. “Didn’t you find them when you were here. Wearing just my boxers i turned on the hot water in the showers. As narccisstic as i am, i started to watch myself in the mirror. I wondered how should i repay the old hospital lady for her kindness. i slowly put my hand in my underpants and started to touch my dick, which was already as hard as steel. I was rather surprised how horny i become knowing that old maddame was watching me. I started to slowly stroke my cock just in front the door, so the old la'dy could see me playing with myself. I. “Tell them I said bye.” Peyton said her own goodbyes, and she and I headed out into the evening. It was a crisp fall evening, a beautiful night for a walk, and the cool air helped sober me up a bit.Peyton and I chatted a bit more as we walked, passing plenty of other students going to and from their own parties, or their own evening hookups. As we arrived at her apartment complex, she looked up at me, shyly. “Thanks, Mark. It was great to meet you tonight. My roommate is probably home,. Finally, minutes later perhaps, she pulled the skirt back down to cover her knees. The spell was broken - or at least I was able to turn my gaze away.Diane did not know much about teenage boys, only having three grown daughters, or she would have realized that that one look was a sampling of my building excitement. If she had more experience with boys and their single-minded desire for anything sexual she would have cut off my interest immediately and turned me out of her home. Instead she.