To be more accurate, you were standing between my feet. I could wrap my arms around your waist you were so close. Even the train's warning whistle did... little to prevent the sudden jolt of the cars moving forward, redefining everyone's personal space. Now you stood squarely between my legs, your legs nearly touching my crotch. A second forward jolt caught you off balance, practically knocking you off of your five-inch heels. Instinctively, I reached to stop your fall, but my hands landed in very. That was sweet of him! So here she was watching the movie feeling very comfortable in the protection of his arm, leaning against him with her hand casually resting on his thigh, when suddenly something poked her hand. At first she couldn't decide what to do, fight or flee? Scream or try to hit it away? So she just froze.After a few short seconds she realized what it had to be. It was his cock! He was getting a hardon! The first thought that ran through her mind was what was it causing this?. Cue lots of jokes from his friends, but he and I never had that sort of relationship, in fact we had met when I was dating a mate of his, so we just laughed and played along with it a bit. When we got into the bedroom it was bloody freezing! Typical student house with the heating turned off. So I kept my top on, slid out of my jeans and we were huddled together for warmth, him in a T-shirt and boxers, me in a thin top and knickers. So we were sort of cuddled up and he was rubbing my back to. The incessant ringing from my telephone pulled me out of my slumber. I ignored it, as I typically did. It rang again after a short lull.Then my cell phone began issuing its obnoxious ringtone (“Take Me Out to the Ballgame”).I was relatively new to cellular technology. I had never possessed a cell phone until I was issued one by my employer. I rarely carried it and I rarely used it. I remember that I had to search through the bedroom for a moment to locate it.Two years later, on Mother’s Day.