Let's skip all of the unpacking and the eating and go to bed

?To bed,? you said. After unpacking her things and getting a bite to eat at the cafeteria, where you learned of her undying love of Mexican food, it's late and you both are pooped. You wonder how the dressing arrangements will work out when you hear her grumble as she files through the clothes in one of her drawers.

?All my pajamas are long sleeve and thick. I'll sweat to ****.? Then she looks at you. ?You don't happen to have any big shirts I could use, just for tonight of course.? The only shirt you can think of that's big enough to work as pajamas is your prized high school basketball jersey that adorns the wall.

?Will that work,? you point at it. ?I swear it's washed all the time. The numbers are even starting to fade away.? She giggles.

?Number sixty-nine. Cute.? Your face reddens. You had forgotten that evocative number had been given to you by the coach. A joke among the players was to call you only by your number. 'Hey look everyone, it's sixty nine. Hello, sixty nine. Had any girls lately, sixty-nine?' It wasn't a joke you were too fond of.

?This might work,?Jace says. ?I'll be back in a jiff.? When she leaves for the communal bathroom, you decide it's a good time to strip to your boxers and hop in bed. The slit in your boxers is unbuttoned and your dick is just hanging there for all to see. You're glad you hadn't changed in front of her because. . . and then you stop. Why should you be embarrassed of your dick? This was part of your old self, the constant embarrassment, the hatred of your body. You have a nice dick, longer than most, lacking unseemly veins and untrimmed pubes. Plenty guys and girls would kill to use it at their pleasure. Why not just show it off? Show it in a fair the way they show squash and pigs.

Then, you think, Jace might think you were some kind of freak and report you to the leader. The leader would make you his own personal dumbbell and do things to you that might affect your looks. On second thought, the best thing to do is to get comfy in your top bunk and jerk off as soon as you know Jace is safely in bed. Your tucked in when Jace returns with her clothes wadded up in one hand. Luckily you have control of your jaw or it would have flopped open.

?What do you think?? she asks. The bottom of the jersey hits just above the middle of her toned milky thigh. One of the shoulder straps falls off, revealing the cleavage of her naturally perky breasts.

?You could be in my starting lineup any time,? you say without thinking.

?Lame-o,? she says, rolling her eyes and throwing her clothes in the hamper. A sock falls on the floor, and when she bends over to get it, you get it a glimpse of lined pink panties under the cropped up jersey. You are a perverted freak. Your hard-on is raging.

She shuts off the overhead light and ducks onto her bunk. A reading light clicks on below and you're slowly pumping your cock. Luckily a box of Kleenexes is at the small desk at the head of your bed. You're going to need them. She calls out, ?Goodnight. . . sixty-nine .?

You cum all over.