When we went down, we were a flurry of limbs and in the chaos, Juliet tried to grab something to stabilize herself. Unfortunately, that ended up being the waistband of my leggings, and it wasn't much support after all. After I got my bearings, I tried to sit up and looked down to where Juliet was under me. And I was horrified to see my newfound cock, fully erect and resting on Juliet's face. She was so stunned, when she would normally be disgusted or feeling assaulted.
There was no malice in her voice when she asked, "Christy? How long? Wait..."
"Umm," I barely stammered out. But neither of us moved from our position, and soon my heightened arousal began to kick in. My dick twitched on her face, causing her to gasp.
"It's... real..." Juliet said, as if in a trance.
"Um," I could only reply. Because I was at war with my mind. I suddenly was filled with the desire to shove my dick in her mouth and take her. Have her pleasure my with her tongue and throat. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to flip her around and fuck her right here in the hallway, with no hesitation.
Then my rational brain kicked in. There was no way I could do that, just violate her like that. I had to get out of here before my desires got even worse. Even with this setback, I could lock myself in my room, and explain it to Juliet later. It could still be okay.
But then again, is that what I really wanted?
