Cock ring!

“I’ve never seen a guy with one of THOSE before!” Melody exclaims.

“What, a dick?” You chuckle sarcastically; completely aware of what she is talking about. “It’s standard male equipment, but they're known for coming in all shapes and sizes.”

“But not all of them come with decorations attached to them. Or should I say through them.” She says pointing to your Prince Albert on the screen.

“Ohhhh, you mean that?” You retort.

“When on earth did you get that?” Melody asks you while trying to hide a bit of excitement in her voice.

“Second semester, freshman year.” You answer.

“You’ve had a cock ring that long, and I’m just learning about it now? Where the Hell have I been? Does it hurt?” She asks, trying to use her inquisitiveness to hide her excitement.

“It hurt for a little while, and it bleed for a few days afterwards, but that’s long over with. I do have to stand over the toilet when I go to the bathroom though. I’ve gotten quite a few looks from people in the men’s room because of that.” You inform her. You notice that she has gone from staring intently at your on-screen cock, to staring at the real one hidden inside your clothes.

“Melody?” You call out, trying to refocus her attention. “Melody?”

The girl you have known for seven years is lost in thought as she stares at your crotch. After a few moments of her undiverting gaze, you begin to feel a bit self-conscious, and start to move away. This seems to snap her out of her daze.

“What? I’m sorry Jack. What were you saying?” She asks innocently, trying to avoid the fact that she was all but salivating over the image of your cock and its ornament that is now well engrained in her head.