I stared for several moments before forcing myself back to reality. I could not help the warm twinge I felt in my crotch as I stared shamelessly. But ...fter all, despite the erotic image, Stephen was the son of one of my best friends, and I needed to put these thoughts out of my head. I reached down and gently touched his arm slightly above where it disappeared inside his boxers, and shook him awake. In a matter of seconds, Stephen bolted awake and suddenly realized his level of exposure. It was. I've never taken my clothes off in front of anybody since school."Okay a little white lie maybe, but it was the truth until the recent encounters with my parents and that extraordinary encounter with Joanna Walsh and Kim Carver."Even in the boys showers I'm a little shy, unable to join in their childish games and show off the way they like to do. I guess they treated me like some kind of freak, which is often why I preferred showering at home if I couldn't get in and out first," I continued. .. I was frustrated, in the three or four years after Mark died, well I was still in some sort of shock, sex was always at the back of my mind, but, without him, other than my vibrator and fingers, I just couldn’t bring myself to taking another partner, oh there was the odd one`s, evening out mostly, folk who knew us before, hopeful of me giving it out, but nothing serious, and as the lad got older he started to ask questions, like all boys, so I knew that I would need to cover his father`s. You shouldn't have worried this time, though. It seemed that the moment you entered the house, they vanished almost instantly. You actually find yourself disoriented from the sudden lack of friends. Sighing, you find yourself questioning your friendship with these people again, and begin to wander around aimlessly. Subconsciously, you find yourself scanning the crowd, looking for a corner or a couch or something you can just sit and not be bothered. Preferably with a cat, that way you'll have.