Control Yourself

Your erection is still throbbing and standing straight up and to the right thanks to your quick thinking and use of the robe's belt. It is leaking a little bit, clearly leaving a wet spot near your left arm. You are thinking of baseball and grandma and cold showers in an attempt to get it down while you are asking "What brings you around to my place, Mary?"

"What? A girl just can't stop by and say hi to a friend?" she pouts.

You know that tactic and ask her again. Your erection is not paying attention to you and you would like Mary to leave before you do something rash. She relents and tells you, "I think I may have left a certain article of clothing here, a uh, ‘special’ pair of panties that I really liked, do you think you have it?" You’re pretty sure it’s in your room somewhere, although this is the first time you’ve heard of these panties. It’s might’ve been really nice to have them before, to fill your fantasies.