As Jenny sits down, you a strange feeling in your crotch. You figure it's because you're a bit pent up, and because Catherine has been giving you meaningful looks throughout dinner.
"So, you're off to your sophomore year of college," says Catherine. "What're you taking?"
"Oh um, just crossing off some stuff before I transfer over to State," you say. You tense your legs, trying to get the blood to flow elsewhere. "So a pretty basic English course, a class on government, and intro to calculus."
"Calculus?" asks Catherine. "I hear that's hard."
As soon as Catherine says the word "hard," you realize what's happening to you. You feel your pants grow tighter as you stiffen. Your heart pounds in your chest. Did Jenny slip you Viagra or something? You wouldn't know why; getting it up was never a problem for you.
You scratch the back of your neck, digging into your skin enough to hurt. Maybe some kind of pain would take your mind off of things. "Well, they say that, but I'd taken some AP classes in high school. Didn't do well enough on it to get actual credit, but..." you shrug. Something was wrong. You were rock-hard, but you could still feel blood flowing into your cock. "It was good preparation, I guess."
"Well, you're smart to take it here. I hear the competition at State is so stiff."
She's doing this on purpose. You know that, but it's still ha--no, don't think that word--difficult to control your breathing. Your heartbeat is pounding in your chest; you can practically see it in the corners of your vision.
"Well, yeah, I guess," you say, trying to change the topic. Your dick was still growing, threatening to rip out of your jeans. You shift a little, pretending to grab the napkin on your lap as you adjust your boner to point down one of your legs. It reaches your mid thigh at this point. "Um. Anyone catch the news tonight?"
"Just the weather," says Jenny. "I heard it was gonna be hot and wet tonight."
Abby rolls her eyes and shares a commiserating look with you. She can apparently see the look on your face and mistakes it for embarrassment.
"Really sticky," says Catherine. "I kinda like that, though."
Catherine and Jenny are both staring at you, predatory grins on their faces. They shoot each other occasional glares, as though they were two lionesses getting ready to fight over the same hunk of meat.
"What about you, Bobby?" asks Catherine. You don't bother to correct her on your name. "Do you wanna get all sweaty?"
You whimper. You don't mean to, but an obscene whimper escapes your lips. Catherine and Jenny's eyes widen in surprise; you notice that one of Jenny's hands is below the table right now, and she's breathing more heavily than before.
Your cock is throbbing now. It's as though your heart has migrated to your crotch, and each rapid beat is making your erection twitch. You can feel precum on your knee; it's running down your shin. Mercifully, the growth has stopped, but your arousal is still in overdrive.
"Oh for fuck's sake, you two!" snaps Abby. "Just blow him at the table, why don't you? It'd be more dignified than this bullshit." She turns towards you, looking confused. "Wait, are--are you alright?"
"I--um--" you say.
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