I should have been mortified by the exposure of my erection to two women that I had just met two hours ago. In the pot and beer induced haze, I actually manually flexed my cock to the amusement of Eva and Beverly. I half expected that one or the other would make a move but neither did; at least not right then.
Still staring at my erection, Beverly prodded me for information about myself and I told them that I’d lived on the lake for ten years after my wife died, which brought the faintest of smiles between them. I smiled in my pot induced memory of Anna on the track back in college. I didn’t even realize that I was verbalizing my reverie. Eva’s eyes were unfocused as she grinned at the track reference. Until then, I wasn’t sure either of them had heard a word I’d said.