He was just about to lean forward and switch on his desk lamp when the light came on in one of the bedroom windows of the tenement block opposite. He... froze, watching as a red-haired girl walked into the room. She looked like she’d just come from the gym. She was holding a pink towel in her hand and was ruffling her hair.He leant closer to the window, furtively looking around to check both that the bedroom light was switched off and that his bedroom door was closed. He squinted, trying to see. .. have ... more than you thought. I've noticed how many people greet you when you're out and about, and Jim certainly seems like a friend." I think you had something to do with that." How so?" I think I deliberately kept people at a distance until you broke through my defences." Hmmm." She finished, and we knocked heads cleaning our teeth at the one basin. "I want to strip the bed before we go and put the linen in the machine." Shall I do that, or start breakfast?" Would you? I'd rather. Nothing happened that night, we all messed about and sang dirty dancing songs, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. But I noticed you, which I think was the whole point of the evening. You were pretty, a little unusual in my reserved British eyes having never seen a combination of Indy, gothic and rock chick spliced into one. You had braces, and small boobs probably 32 or 34 A/B not that I was an expert but they were in proportion with the rest of you as at 5’3′ with a small to average. ”“Well, I’m not gay.” J said.“Did you check your pants?” M asked. “Let’s just watch a movie…not porn, OK?”“Sure.”As M put on a movie, J laid back in the bed and smoked some more. He caught M sipping from a straw out of the corner of his eye and pictured him with the racing stripe on his face, licking cum, and moaning like a girl…his cock began to grow and swell. It may have been the pheromones, but M was also wondering to himself how long his friend’s cock was and how he stacked up. He.