By the time we got to the spot Maggie had mentioned, I regretted not taking the time to jerk-off last night. I like to get off at least once every day because I think it keeps things primed down there. Sometimes I’ll jerk-off before I got out on a date to take the edge off my libido and I can still get off two or three more times. As it turned out, I had gone two days without rubbing one out and that was turning into a problem for me.
Large, smooth boulders stood sentry over a clearing near the creek as the trees gave way to a sunny, grassy flat spot. As soon as Holly saw the open space, she did two cartwheels and a flip, demonstrating her cheerleading tumbling skills. Maggie followed with a couple cartwheels of her own, showing off that she still could. Laughing, the girls took turns showing off while I shucked off the backpack and fished out a bottle of water.
“That looks good,” Holly said, jogging over to me. She took the bottle of water from my hand, took a long sip, and handed it back. It was such a simple act, nothing more than her getting a couple swallows of water, but as I took another sip, I was hyper aware her lips had just touched the mouth of that bottle. It not the same as kissing, but it’s close, isn’t it?
“Isn’t this a great spot?” Maggie asked, opening a second bottle of water. “And there’s a pool in the water over there. It’s not very deep, but it feels like a jacuzzi.” We dropped our cell phones inside the backpack, kicked off tennis shoes, and I stripped off my t-shirt. I noticed both girls staring at my bare chest.
“What?” I asked, looking down at my bareness.
“Nothing,” Holly said with a happy grin. “Just enjoying the view.”
“When did you get so cut?” Maggie asked, still staring at chest and flat stomach.
“I worked out a bit at school,” I said, feeling self-conscious. I’m not as cut as some guys. I don’t have a six-pack or bulging muscles, but then again, my “freshman fifteen” all landed on my chest and arms. Gone was the scrawny young man who went through high school almost two years younger than his classmates. I thought about my swimsuit, except I didn’t want to get changed in front of them. I stayed in my loose shorts and followed them towards the creek.
The water was as clear as glass inside the pool formed by more rocks before the creek gave up and circled around them. Maggie was right about it not being very deep. Your knees would stick out of the water if you bent your legs, but we didn’t care. We sat facing each other and I tried not to stare as the girls scooped water with cupped hands and poured it over themselves. They were songless sirens and I struggled with remaining calm.
“It’s so unfair that guys can go topless,” Maggie said, staring at my chest.
“Go for it,” I laughed, daring her to do it without saying the dare. I didn’t need to say it, Maggie got it. Honestly, with her reputation as a party girl, I half expected her to strip off her top as soon as I had suggested it.
“I’ll do it if you lose your shorts,” she shot back, raising the stakes impossibly high for me.