"Poo, I'm sorry Steven, but you're going to have to freshen up before my friends arrive."Her eyes lingered longer than was natural on my crotch, the o...tline of the unrelenting hard-on freely visible. "It's not my fault," I protested. "You try showering with this on," I added, knocking the plaster cast with my knuckles.Sophie departed with a shake of the head, and moments later I heard a tap running, wondering what she had in mind. Returning with a bowl of steaming water, some towels, a flannel. Alice was one of my roommates. We looked decently similar from behind and this guy wasn’t the first to mix us up. Blonde, about 5’5, 36 B cup, and a little on the tiny side. But our faces were different; my eyes were hazel as hers were blue and the bone structure. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You just look like her…. And your ass was so pretty… wait, that’s gross, I mean…. I would never…. It was an accident and…” “It’s ok,” I interrupted. “I get it, not a big deal. Just an accident.” Maybe if I. I had left the bedroom door open a crack to allow Jenny to enter without making a sound.It seemed like several hours had passed as I lay, naked on my back, and thought about what might happen.I was soon holding myself in my hand and I began my all too familiar ritual of jacking myself off and thinking about pussy. Pussy that I craved but had never yet actually experienced.In the semi-darkness, I could hear the door to Amber's room, down the hall, open and then the soft sounds of bare feet in. He liked to play with the boxes of his mother's stockings, pretending he was a clerk in a department store like the one where she purchased her nylons from. He loved the way the stockings were so carefully packaged inside the box which helped him to understand how fragile and delicate the stockings were. He was mesmerized by the diaphanous tissue paper that was so perfectly and carefully wrapped around each pair and how the tissue paper was carefully secured by a paper band that acted almost.