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My cock has not relaxed one iota since being so close to the woman and I take a few deep breaths hoping to have some impact, but it's pointless. Maybe I should leave my shirt untucked to cover my lack of self-control.

I grab hold of my boxer-covered cock and adjust myself as best I can, though that's a lot of girth, if I do say so myself.

Finally, I take hold of the tab on the zipper...

"I'm back."

Her voice startles me and I spin in that direction, catching the zipper on the fabric of my boxers in the process. As we face each other her mouth hangs open and she stares at my cock that's straining the fabric of my boxers.

I gasp and yank on the zipper, only to make matters worse.

"Damn," I cry out when the zipper snags deeper.

The girl rushes forward. "Let me help," she says, brushing my hands aside. "I've had this sort of thing happen before." Then she looks up at me, fighting back a smile. "Well, not exactly this sort of thing."

I wish I could curl up and blow away. This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. Ever.

She takes hold of the zipper where it's stuck, so basically she's touching my cock and I'm biting my lip, desperate not to get any harder than I already am. Or worse.

The more I think about not coming, the more I feel myself heading in that direction.

"Been a while since you've had a girl this close to your dick, Caleb?" she asks with a lilt in her voice. Instead of being horrified, she's enjoying this.

Which only turns me on even more. I'm so tired of girls who kowtow to me because I'm a Starr.

To this girl, I'm just some asshole with a big hard on who can't use a zipper.

And for some reason, that's better.

"Yep, you're stuck alright." Her fingers brush over my cock and I swear they lingered there and it was intentional.

"I'm so sorry," I say.

She giggles and glances up at me with a saucy smirk. "Oh, I'm enjoying this so much. No need to apologize."

She squats down so she's once again at eye level with my cock. I notice that she's cut the rest of her hair and even though it's kind of uneven, the style suits her and shows off the delicate structure of her face.

"I suppose I ought to introduce myself," she says, continuing to fuss with the zipper. "My name is Alex."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Alex," I say. "It is miss, right?"

"It is," she says, "but considering that I've been touching your dick through your boxers for the last couple minutes, I think we ought to be on a first name basis, don't you?"

Damn it. Why is she cool as a cucumber over this and I'm reduced to schoolboy blushes?

Before I can answer, she stands up and looks me in the eye. "Well, Caleb, I think we're going to need some lube."

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ALEX

What is wrong with me? Lube? Have I lost my mind?

But oh, my God. The way he's blushing is just adorable.

"I'll be right back," I tell him and leave him standing there with his pants open, cock bulging and looking so awkward. When I get to the bathroom I close the door and then lean against the counter taking deep breaths, fighting back laughter. I don't want him to hear me, that would be the ultimate humiliation for him and I’d hate to do that.

I glance at myself in the mirror. My hair still looks crazy as hell, but the rest of my face...I lean closer and look...why, is that happiness I see? A smile and maybe even a bit of a twinkle in my eye? Haven't seen that in forever.

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