One of my old college pals died recently. Norm and I shared many memories from the good ole days. I flew to attend his memorial service, I reached out to his widow, Amelia. Now that she would be alone, I promised to stay in touch and to help as I could.
Amelia and I talked on the phone every few days, and she seemed to be comforted by my memories of her husband. Just telling old stories that she already knew seemed to make her feel less lonely.
When she told me that she was downsizing, I offered to come. Amelia seemed gratified that such a close friend of her husband would be there to help, and she offered to let me stay in their home.
Attractive as she was, I had no designs on her. Out of respect for my old friend, I wanted to keep my relations with Amelia sincere and sympathetic and not make her uncomfortable. This was a switch for me, because usually I was eager to fuck anything that moved.
Back in school, Norm used to make jokes about the size of my cock. In the dorm, guys saw each other in the shower room, and Norm used to whistle and call out, "Make way for Kong Dong!" As I remember, Norm, on the other hand, appeared to have standard equipment.
The day I arrived, Amelia and I sorted through the attic and loaded boxes. It was a long tiring day, so planned to relax that evening. After a nice meal, she and I had a good heart-to-heart talk about moving on after the death of a spouse as well as what to plant in the garden and what color to paint the door.
My luggage was in the guest room, and as I started to get ready for bed Amelia came to the door. She was hesitant to speak, and finally said, "I'm so glad you are here. It makes me feel closer to Norm, kinda like he's here."
"I'm glad," I told her.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," she said, "But would you mind staying with me in my room?"
"I don't mind," I said.
She added quickly, "It's a king size bed, and if you were on Norm's side it would make me feel good."
"Of course," I replied.
"That way, we could talk more, and that would be awfully nice after being alone."
"I understand," I said. There was no amorous intent in her invitation, I felt, and I was okay with being a pal to her for my old pal.
When I entered her bedroom, Amelia was already under the covers on her side. I walked to the other side and turned off the light. I usually sleep naked, but not tonight. However, I did remove my boxers and just kept on a long tee shirt. In the dark, she did not see me, and I carefully parked on Norm's side of the bed.
We jabbered more, and it did feel cozy to be with her. Very friendly.
At one point, I felt her hand on my arm, just a friendly touch. She left her hand there as we talked, and moved it a bit. Her touches seemed unintentional or just part of the sharing we had all that day.
I was on my side, facing her. I knew my dick was pointing at her, but I did not realize that it was within her reach. All of a sudden, I felt her touch it. Her touch was just a glancing brush with her fingers, but it felt like an electric shock when through me. I froze.
Her fingers disappeared, and I hoped that she didn't notice what she had done. She gave no indication of surprise or discomfort, so I kept up our reminiscing in the dark as if nothing had happened.
When I would recall a memory, her hand resting my arm sometimes moved and squeezed out of joy and happiness. The touching, that is, seemed to be just part of her way of communicating.
Then it happened. As we were laughing about something, her hand rested on top my cock. Again, I froze. But she did not react. She kept chuckling as I finished the story. She responded with her own memories, and as she talked, her hand stayed put. Not being used to a cock of that size, did she think it was my other arm? I wasn't sure that she was conscious of what she was doing.
But my dick knew. I could not help it from inching closer to Amelia's side of the bed. Instead of lying limp and safe next to my leg, my cock grew to full length and perpendicular to me and much more in her range of touch.
