If you looked at the two of us we would just appear like a couple of girls really into one another she was constantly kissing me and fondling my tits.... We were in a corner and that afforded uis as much privacy as was possible given our location. It was when the DJ began to spin discs that things got really interesting.Carol had managed to pull my cock from my panties and as she kissed me and fondlled me she had also had begun to stroke me, my cock was starting to harden despite the fact we were. Fortunately that was more than I ever saw in real life, apart from in all my magazines, so those girls would make me cum in my pants very easily, and I don’t think I was ever noticed.One of the other very difficult things about being a wanker is finding ways to tell girls that you worship them and they make you cum in your pants. Girls at work or in the local pub, shop or whatever you can’t tell of course, though a few of them would have seen me at my window gawping at them and my eyes glazing. “Yeah it was fun, some girl was talking to me in Math, and she seemed nice” I say turning round to turn the radio on “Yeah she’s nice, Lucy, pretty girl” “I think she likes you,” I say smiling “she knows you been looking after me and asked about you” “She’s lovely but she’s not my type” Laughing I accidently spit my sprite all over myself “Ben your f******n you don’t have a type”Laughing at the mess I made he hands me a tissue “I do too, she’s beautiful and blonde, she has the most beautiful. ‘I’m going to my old Uni’ that weekend,’ I said, ‘It’s the centenary of the department I was in and being star pupil they’ve asked me back.’ Synchronicity reared its unplanned head again – it was his weekend off in August. ‘Cool!’ he said, ‘I’m going to see my sister in Glastonbury. Half an hour away.’ ‘Do you have a dinner jacket?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ ‘Would you escort me to my Summer ball?’ ‘It would be an honour,’ he said with a grin, and it was ‘Outlooked’ into our diaries. They days passed and.