Chandler to the rescue

With the towel barely covering me, I ran out into the living room, where Chandler sat on the couch. His eyes cartoonishly widened seeing me dripping wet with a towel struggling to keep me modest. Surprisingly his eyes quickly went to my face and analyzed my expression.

He jumped up from the couch. “What’s wrong!?”

I just pointed back to the bathroom door. I was so rattled that I was afraid I’d answer, “Big dick” if I’d opened my mouth.

He immediately stormed to the bathroom. Maybe he thought I saw a spider. I had no clue what he was thinking, but it was scary enough to scare a Ralph Lauren girl out of the room naked and screaming.

I scampered back and heard, “What the fuck!? She was taking a shower you fucking creep!”

I didn’t hear the rest of their conversation except for Chandler’s final line, “No, fuck you.”

He came back into the living room looking exhausted. “I’m so sorry. That’s our other roommate. He’s awful. I don’t know why we let him live with us.” He stepped up closed like he was really concerned. “I won’t let him do anything creepy again. He’s agreed to leave the house. I’ll make sure your room is locked, and I’ll keep an eye on the door. You won’t see that fucker again.”

If only that were true. No offense, Phoebe.

So I went into Chandler’s room alone and locked the door. His room was surprisingly nice. The decor was too coordinated. He was either gay or had someone pick out his stuff. I found a big hoodie and wore it like a short dress.

But I couldn’t fall asleep. I kept thinking of that shocking penis in the shower. It kept flashing in my mind. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing it.

I decided I couldn’t be alone.

I went out and asked Chandler if he could join me in bed, because I was scared.

With how much leg I was showing, Chandler could’ve thought it was an invitation to sex, but I think he realized my emotional state: I was a young girl in a strange city in a house full of strange men, and one of the men just joined me in the shower with a massive erection.

He joined me in bed. He kept to his side. But I needed weight to feel safe. I asked me to cuddle.

“You can be big spoon.”

I had to pull his arm over me. He wasn’t fully spooning. He kept his hips away from mine. I slowly scooted mine back until I was cradled in his body.

And I discovered the reason he wasn’t eager to fully cuddle.

An erection with the weight of a brick rested against my back.

My mind was flashing ‘Big Dick’ before now it was flashing “OMG HUGE DICK”!