And steps back.... she stumbles a little and he reaches out and catches her... he pulls her back to him and holds her a little to close.... her breat...ing is labored and she can feel his hard on in his jeans... he picks her up and carries her to the phone and sets her down.... she reaches with a trembling hand and dials her roommates number... it rings and rings, oh no she remember her roommate went home for the weekend.... she hangs the receiver up slowly and her mind races for who she can. I felt both free and alone at the same time.Alone, but not lonely. As I contemplated the distinction I smiled deepinside.I played with Shandy for about half an hour and prepared her a specialdinner. She seemed very happy to have my company. I put on a pot ofcoffee and sat at the table while I waited for it to provide enoughliquid to fill my cup. I grabbed my coffee and my purse and made my wayinto the backyard. I was expecting silence. Instead I was met with thelaughter and music of parties. “Get the fuck out, find your own fucking ride back!” Not giving a shit about his funky attitude, I mounted the stairs two at a time and just as I rounded the corner to the door, I ran smack into… sex in jeans… a walking orgasm. Oh fuck! “Excuse me.” He looked at my shirt before he even said a word, “Is that…?” I knew I looked a mess; my mouth was wet, my hair disheveled, and there were clusters of drying ejaculate all over my t-shirt. I felt like I was playing Monica Lewinsky at a frat party. He looked at me quizzically, so I explained my own problem focusing when I work from home. I told him I always end up looking at porn on line, and in turn not getting much accomplished. He responded with a smile, but nothing more. Undeterred, a few weeks later I was looking out my bedroom window and saw Mike working in his back yard. My bedroom window overlooks part of Mike's rear yard, as well as his bedroom windows. However, because of the angle of our houses I'm not able to see directly.