I pour four shots and notice out of the corner of my eye she’s still looking at me.  I guess it’s OK, since I’ve been looking at her all night.  I think she does this intentionally.  Like she wants me to see. Wants me to notice the plunging neckline of her shirt, the tight jeans and her underwear peering above the waistband of her pants. Her hand has brushed past my crotch four times already. Then again, I could just be imagining things. I mean, this already sounds pretty conceited. As if to say, yeah I’m fucking hot and huge and blah, blah, blah.  No, I’ll be the first to admit I’m nothing super-special. I have an average build, 5’10” and an average seven-inch dick. Again, nothing great. But there is just something about tonight. Our friend has moved back home and is throwing a party, a camping party. Tents and friends have filled the back yard. Bags and beer pong are being played and someone has just uncovered the hot hub. I was already wearing my suit underneath my clothes, just in case I felt the urge to soak.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really made up my mind yet. What about you?”

“Who cares? Do what you want to do, not what he wants.”

“Not worth the argument. I’d rather just watch you.”

She bites her bottom lip and walks away. I guess I’m not imagining things. It’s started raining and a cold breeze has started coming through. I’d be stupid not to get in. My buckle comes undone easily and I see her watching. I feel my dick growing as her eyes stare into my crotch. I lift my shirt off and put my clothes inside the house so they don’t get soaked from the spitting rain. When I walk back outside, I see her hugging her boyfriend.  My hardening cock seems to go a little soft.

“I’ll be fine. You head home with Tony and I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says.

The water in the hot tub feels as if it is burning into my skin. It’s hot as my cold, damp skin breaches the surface. I’m finally sitting down when the bubbles start.  She’s sitting in a chair twenty feet in front of me, and her red thong is again showing. Before I know what I’m doing, I catch myself masturbating. I’m staring directly at the red lace, slowly stroking up and down, when she turns around and looks at me.  Busted. She knows. She smiles and turns back. One by one, people