I was almost there… when suddenly Kathy removed her hand from atop my member. I wanted to ask her to put it back, but I couldn’t, I was panting too heavily, and although a lesser consideration at that exact moment and time, the fact was that her friendship was too important to me to risk for a single moment of ecstasy. It could make things… weird between us.
Not any weirder than things already are, I said to myself, in my internal monologue.
I continued stroking for several seconds, grunting, trying to concentrate, finding it difficult to ascend that last hill now deprived of the extra sensation provided by Kathy’s smooth, athletic hands, when suddenly I felt many eyes upon me again, even more than had been par for the course, this peculiar day. Somebody snickered.
“John?”
I looked up and saw that Kathy and I had reached the front of the line, and stood before Ms. Tittle, who looked at me with a concerned look upon her face.
“Are you okay, Mr. Doe?” A few people behind me in line outright laughed at her question.
“Yeah, I’m fine… uggh… um… uggh… just trying to um… uggh… wrap this one… up…” I managed to respond between pants, trying not to loosen my grip just when my goal had begun to seem within reach.
“Okay,” Ms. Tittle said, with just a hint of concern. She stood silent for a moment before pointing to the chin-up bar with her pen. “Chin-ups, five of them or one minute, whichever comes first... Who’s going first?”
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