Chapter 21: Violet

When I find the courage to slink back to the guy's apartment, it's well after midnight. Everything is dark and silent. I don't realize that I'm holding my breath until it rushes out in relief. There's no way I could face Sam right now. I'm embarrassed by my own behavior. Instead of turning away when I saw him, I stood there and gawked at his cock like a perv.

His very hard, very thick cock.

I really need to stop thinking about that. It's one thing to feel it nestled against my ass in the wee hours of the morning, separated by at least two layers of clothing, and quite another to catch a glimpse-all right, way more than a glimpse-up close and personal. If I had to, I could probably render a fairly accurate description to a sketch artist.

Or pick it out of a line up.

This is terrible.

And we certainly aren't going to talk about how I was tempted to get even more up close and personal with his erection either.

Unfortunately, I've been unable to think about little else since t