My dick is very much resting against her ass, and yeah, he’s not upset about it.
The opposite, in fact.
I freeze for three seconds, barely any time, but it’s enough. I start getting hard.Crap.
Of course, there are layers of clothes between us, but this close? It wouldn’t be difficult to feel my growing bulge.
Backing my lower body off her and creating space, I try to cover for the whole incident.
“So that should be a better stance.” Damn it, am I blushing?
She keeps her face forward, but I’m pretty sure I hear a trace of playfulness in her voice. “Thanks, let me try it.”
While she rolls her ball, I will my dick to get over itself, and try to focus on what we’re doing here.
“Woohoo, two pins. Better than nothing,” she says after her ball makes contact at the end of the lane.
Not terrible for a rusty beginner. “Good job. I’m going to sit down for your second roll.”
She looks at me pointedly. “Do you need to?”
Is that question based on my previous predicament? “I think it’s for the best.”
She grins. Okay, yeah, she knows how she affected me.
I head to the bench in our section while she gutter-balls her second roll.
“Oh well,” she says as she comes back to the bench. “Guess I still needed your help.”
I’m a little surprised she sounds so unbothered by the poor play, new or not at bowling. Most top tier athletes are terrible at losing.
“It doesn’t annoy you when you get beaten at sports?”
She shakes her head. “Not really, at least for something like this. It’s just for fun.”
“Yeah, totally.” I appreciate that attitude, in truth.
“Thank you for teaching me though. I’ll probably get more competitive once I know what I’m doing.”
“So I should keep you ignorant?”
She huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s your best strategy.”
She takes a seat right next to me on the bench, brushing her arm against mine, and suddenly I’m conscious of our proximity again.
All I can think about is her body flush against mine earlier, and I probably should keep my mouth shut, but instead I blurt out?—
“I’m sorry about what…happened out there.” I gesture to my crotch, like an idiot.
She glances down at the zipper of my cargo shorts.
“You mean…?”
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
She looks up, and I earn an eyebrow raise. “I wasn’t uncomfortable.”
Oh.
