Then I felt a hand on my crotch. Julie was looking down at her hand as she moved it around in my lap. Her grin was apparent in the illumination of passing street lights. She leaned over and whispered, “Is it hard?”
Without hesitation, I whispered, “It is now.” I was looking down at her hand too. A few days ago, I would have freaked out, but today I just didn’t want her to stop. June and Mom were talking about going shopping for the party. June was texting on her cell phone, probably getting the invitations out. Julie slid towards me and rested her head against my shoulder as her hand worked on my erection through my pants. God, I wanted her to unzip me and put her hand on my hard-on. She didn’t do anything except apply pressure through my pants. Nothing was said, neither in the car nor afterward. She just left me there with a raging hard-on as Mom pulled into the garage.
I threw open my door as Julie slid back across the rear seat toward her door. I didn’t want to be last and open for their inspection of my erection. I hurried into the house and up the stairs to my room. Mom yelled up the stairs to ask if I was okay. I responded that I was fine and closed my bedroom door a little harder than I had intended. I grabbed a wad of tissues from the box on my night table and unzipped my pants. God damn, my cock was hard. It didn’t take me two minutes to deposit my load into the tissues. It felt like my lifeforce had drained out of me. I pushed my softening cock back in my pants as I opened my bedroom door heading for the bathroom to flush the tissues. Mom was coming down the hall. She stopped me at the bathroom door and asked again if I was okay.