....  "Does it hurt?" April asked.

"No.  I... what?"

"Well, it looks so hard.  I'm so sorry I have that effect on you."

I looked down at my crotch, admitting my awareness of my erection for the first time.

"I..."

"My boyfriend says that when his gets like that, he absolutely has to use it or he'll get blue balls.  And they're so painful, he says."

My own erection was not going to be able to stand this kind of pressure.  This kind of full-bodied torment.

"He always insists we have sex right away.  Are you going to be okay like that?"

"I..."

"Gosh, it must be so hard for you to be around me.  When I'm just your neighbor and you get like that, and then you can't do anything about it." 

I wanted to eat that sympathetic pout right off her face.  My dick was trying to reach her mouth, darting right up in that direction, ready to wipe the expression right off all on its own.

"It looks so hard.  When my boyfriend gets like that, he just can't turn it off, you know?  He just has to fuck immediately.  He says he just has to have me, you know?"

April, my neighbor, was lost in the memory as she retold it to me, seemingly trying to help me, still sympathizing with me.

"That's when he likes to just bend me over and..."  Her hand moved to cover her open mouth.  "Oh, gosh, I'm just making it harder for you, aren't I!"

I couldn't speak.  Couldn't move.

"Oh, gosh.  I can only imagine what's going through your head right now." 

She put a hand on my thigh.  Her hot, silky soft hand on me.

"I must be making you picture it.  My boyfriend being all horny, wanting me, and just bending me over like that.  How awful of me!"

My mind was all fucked up.  I honestly couldn't tell if she really felt horrible about her slips of the tongue or not.  I was all confused.  Disoriented.  Sweating.

"Do you ever hear us?  Oh, he makes me really scream sometimes.  It's so embarrassing." 

She giggled again and her fingers moved over my leg.  I know they did.

"It needs to be squeezed right now, doesn't it?  Gosh, if only I wasn't right here in front of you and you could just get some private time."

She sat up straight again, removed her hand, and I was left gawking at her.

"If only I could help you.  I feel so bad.  I did this to you, poor thing."

She turned around in her chair.  I instantly frowned under all that sweat pouring off my forehead.

"Do you need me to turn around?  You better hurry.  That looks so painful.  I've never seen anything that hard in my life.  I would leave but... I think there's no time."

I was aching so much, the pain actually was overriding all normal thought processes.  I almost couldn't function, was lucky to be breathing.  I didn't know whether to run screaming, curl up into a ball and bawl like a baby, or just start beating my meat all over the neighbor's backside. ....