Twist!???

Break ended too soon, the buzzer calling us back to rounds. We parted with a lingering look, her smile promising more talks, more comfort.

I slipped into the bathroom later, alone in a stall, the fluorescent buzz echoing my racing thoughts. Leaning against the cool tile, I unzipped my scrubs, my thick cock springing free, veined and slick with pre-cum, the head flushed purple. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly, replaying her touch—the way her fingers had mapped every inch, teasing without shame.

Homesickness still gnawed, but now it tangled with something hotter, needier. Her empathy had cracked me open, and that touch? It felt intensely good, stirring a longing not just for home, but for her hands, her eyes on me in this new world.

What if next time she didn't pull back? The thought made me pump faster, cum spurting thick ropes onto the floor, my moans muffled as I wondered how far this budding bond might go, leaving me breathless and yearning for the shift's end.