In his post orgasmic stupor, JP could only wave an automatic goodbye before the subway door closed as it progressed to its next destination. For some ...eason James Blunt’s song “You’re Beautiful” kept going on inside his head as JP kept a blank look in his eyes and a smile on his face.“Yes, she caught my eye As we walked on by She could see from my face that I was, Fuckin’ high And I don’t think that I’ll see her again But we shared a moment that will last till the end”Over the next few weeks JP. He was clearly vigorously wanking under the blankets like the day before but then he, too, threw back his blankets to expose his hard cock (not as big as Paul's but thicker), his shorts already by his knees.He reached under his pillow and pulled out my panties and wrapped them around his cock.I was amazed how silent each boy was being, not a sound coming from them as they wanked side by side, each unaware of what the other was doing in the dark. Stereo cocks!This double show called for double. His hand wrapped around his erection, gripping it tightly. He moaned as he started to jerk his cock."What are you doing Simon?" Brenda asked sharply. "Are you... touching yourself?" Her voice took on a faintly disgusted tone."Yes." Simon groaned, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his hand continued to stroke his needy cock."Ewww!" Brenda squealed. "I'm not sitting here listening to you jerk off. Call a phone sex line and pay like all the other pervs. I'll call you tomorrow." There was a. Ellie was suddenly overcome with a confusing combination of mild guilt paired with a buzz of newly-found sexual liberation. It was as if the proverbial “good girl” and “slut” were arguing in her head and trying to tell her who she was and who the ought to be. In reality, Ellie knew she was beyond such petty labels. She was simply Ellie, a sixteen year old girl with a healthy sexual curiosity. That night, Ellie lay in bed, placing her left hand under her pajama t-shirt, she ran her hand over her.