I spent an hour hiding my boner while keeping my face turned toward her, staring from the tiny slits of my squinting eyes.I spent an hour hiding my boner while keeping my face turned toward her, staring from the tiny slits of my squinting eyes. `God, you're wonderful,' I kept zapping her with ESP. I couldn't see her eyes, but pretended that she was watching me with a matching hunger. And receiving my messages. "Warren's going to Cleveland this afternoon," she said suddenly, wetting a finger on her pink tongue to turn a page of her mag. "For a two-day seminar. Did he tell you?" "Nah," I mumbled. I turned and sat up, then slid into the chill water of the pool in a single motion. When I came sputtering up near her chaise, I grinned at her. "Course, it won't be like I'll miss him -- no more'n he's home these days, anyway." It wasn't a kind thing to say, but Monica didn't comment. I made a few laps and got fairly presentable before climbing back up on the deck. Then I sat there beside Monica, kicking the water with my feet. "You're going to burn, Danny," she said quietly. "Nah," I grinned over my shoulder. "I'll mend my ways before it's too late." She smiled back, but I still couldn't see her eyes. "Silly! Better let me put some sun block on your back," she offered, holding up the brown bottle. "Thanks," I said, and moved closer. Monica sat up and made good on her offer. I hunched over to hide my resurgent embarrassment as the firm strokes of her hands mesmerized me. Now, of course, I know better; but at the time, just the thought of having someone see me with an erection was enormously humiliating. I guess my attitude had been built in the gym showers after football practice in high school, when the guys all made fun of me. Tall and terribly skinny, I would go to most any lengths to hide myself from their taunts, but, let's face it, when you actually step into the communal shower, there's really no way to keep a towel wrapped around your waist, without receiving even more scoffs and jeers. |