So she disappeared back into the bedroom to change, and I walked to the bathroom door that exited to the hallway. Just before opening the door, I adjusted myself. It wouldn’t do to have sideways tent pitched in my pants, particularly with Kendra having disappeared shortly after I did.
I moved my erection so it was pointing straight up, under the line of my zipper, in order that it would stay supported and close to my stomach. I fluffed out my tshirt, hoping it would hide any visible ridge along the zipper line.
Opening the door and leaving the bathroom, I was extremely aware of the meaty flesh throbbing between my legs, so I walked quickly down the hall, trying to distract myself. Upon entering the kitchen, her friends were all there, loud and boisterous as before, and they barely noticed me.
I escaped from the house, grabbed another beer and a hamburger. Slathering it with sauerkraut, relish and onion, because I knew I wasn’t going to have to worry about kissing anyone that afternoon, I realized that while I’d seen her mostly naked and she’d had her hands on me twice, we’d still not kissed. That felt a little uncomfortable, but rather hot at the same time. Mulling that over, I sat back down.
Eventually my erection subsided, even with a couple of the late teen/early 20-something hotties who had invaded the pool. Just a little young anymore, regardless of how skimpy their suits were.
A little later, Kendra’s friend group came back outside. The women were all dressed, in summer clothes, while the guys were still in board shorts for the pool. They jumped back in, and the girls got beers for their partners, and then more for themselves, and sat down. Kendra was on the far side of the patio, ignoring me, and I tried to play it cool.
One of her friends, though, wasn’t as circumspect. She walked to my table, leaned over to grab a mostly empty glass from in front of me, and whispered, “So you’re the one… ” I looked at her, both sincerely confused as well as feigning innocence, aware of possibilities. “The one with the bloody nose.” she added. “Kendra was telling me how she helped you out.”
I looked at her, trying not to be obvious, but aware that I was likely blushing like crazy. “She’s waiting for another picture, by the way.” And with that she walked away.
Shortly thereafter, the whole gang left the party. Since then, I’ve figured I’d play it cool, wait for her to contact me first. No luck so far.
(end)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cekv44/busted_a_neighbors_friend_caught_me_jerking_off
Screw playing it cool, you send that girl a picture if you want any hope of actually getting in her pants. Her friend was trying to tell you that the door is unlocked but your ass but grab the handle and open it if you want in.