Bring Tim his lemonade?

"Um, I'm gonna bring Tim his lemonade," I said and got up from the table. Rochelle opened her eyes and lowered her glass when I got up. Was that a look of disappointment on her face? Was she teasing me on purpose and I just blew my chance?

Fuck.

I grabbed the glass and went outside and gave it to Tim. Then I sat down with him, wondering if I had just blown a chance to really see Rochelle tease me.

Tim and I spent the rest of the day hanging out, reading and fishing a little from the shore. It started to rain pretty hard that night and the girls had decided to stay at their friends overnight. I was really enjoying the trip so far but was still too stupid to know if Rochelle was actually aware of my ogling and whether or not she was actually teasing me on purpose.

Our plan was to be up bright and early in the morning to go fishing, so we were asleep by 10pm. Tim woke me up at 6am, and we both slowly got ready, having a quick bite to eat and going out into the misty morning to prepare the boat. Rochelle was still asleep when we left. We spent the morning fishing, and had great success! Tim caught a monster 5-pound pike, and I caught a 3 and 4 pound smallmouth bass. We let the pike go and kept the bass to cook up for supper.

We arrived back to the cottage as the girls and Rochelle were finishing up a late lunch. Tim and I ate the leftovers and then cleaned the fish. After putting them on ice, we decided to go for a hike. There was a trail that went half-way around the lake to a nice swimming area, and we spent the afternoon enjoying the woods and the swim after. We arrived back as Rochelle and the girls were starting their supper, so Tim also cooked our fish.

I was probably imagining it, but I sure felt like Rochelle's eyes were wandering to me every now and then. I would look at her when I was brave enough and she would either smile, or look away quickly as if she had been staring.

That night, we decided to have a fire out in the firepit. When darkness fell just after 9pm, Tim and I got a really nice fire going. We had the lawn chairs down by the pit and were all sitting around it, chatting about this and that as the fire snapped and crackled. We were all in shorts and t-shirts, and Rochelle had a sweatshirt tied around her waist.