The only problem with fantasy sex is it gives real results. Before he knew it he was sporting a half boner. He knew this had to end before it was obvi...ous enough that his class mates would notice. He tried to get his mind off of the siren in front of him. SAT’s, gym socks, vagina, video games, milk, tits, damnit! His mind kept coming back to Monica!He had to get out of there. He took a moment to adjust his dick in his pants so that no one could see his semi-erect dick and excused himself to the. I took a shower, dressed, and left. I met Amelia at a midtown Manhattan nightclub. We went straight to the bar to talk and drink. We ordered a few popular drinks like Jack & Coke, Patrón, and Cosmo. As we drank and flirted, I felt the definite air of sexual tension. We made so much eye contact laughing and reminiscing on our college days. I had a hard-on as I glimpsed at Amelia erect nipples a few times. I think I got her wet when I rubbed her fat-ass thighs. Amelia pulled me out to the dance. She had every one of the women’s complete attention, including the furiously blushing Betty Lou, so she resumed her narrative.“So anyway, our boy knows the mechanics, now. What he doesn’t understand, but wants to know, is how relationships between men and women work. Thankfully, Harold did not try to explain that. I mean, I love my husband to death, but like all men, he doesn’t have a clue about relationships.”Rita paused again while her friends all nodded emphatically in agreement.“So Tommy is. She followed me, and I told her I could manage without her, thank you very much. But she didn’t move, just stood there, staring at me with a smile playing on the corners of her mouth. Well, I couldn't hold it any longer, I had to go. So I let my flow go. I wiped myself, pulled up my panties and flushed the toilet before walking over to the sink. Everything came flooding back, what had happened just a short time ago at this very sink. I tried to shake it from my mind. As I washed my hands,.