Hiking

The first place you go is a hiking trail. You've mentioned this particular park to her in the past - it's one place you've been meaning to visit for a while, but you haven't had a chance.

You don't notice it, but you're smiling slightly as you walk. You'd mentioned this place once to her, three months back - you hadn't expected her to remember. But she did remember little details like that, even before... before she changed, or you changed, or whatever it is that happened.

The trees here are massive, their leaves in unusual colors that few other plant species have, and you look up as you walk to just soak in nature. While you stare, Ashley grabs your hand, and doesn't let go.

It's nice. You two walk in comfortable silence, like the old friends you are. It's cold, like the other night, but somehow you don't feel it. No need for you to take her sweater again, no matter how much her boobs are a nice sight. And besides, you can see her boobs any time now, right?

What a weird thought.

You try to glance at her subtly out of the corner of your eye, only to realize she's intently staring at you instead of the woods. She notices you noticing her, and you turn away, embarrassed to be caught staring at her face despite the fact that you've seen every part of her naked already.

You make your way to a stream with a bridge crossing it, and as you walk towards it you notice something deeply uncomfortable. It's a sensation from your crotch, something uncomfortable every time you walk, and it's definitely not that you're erect.

You walk a little more before realizing it's too distracting to ignore. You need to figure out an excuse to excuse yourself, and you can't think of anything. You definitely can't check in front of her, and you're not clueless enough to think you can tell a girl you're on a date with "my dick hurts" and expect the date to continue.

Except maybe it could? She's the one reassuring you, over and over again, that she'll do anything for you. That you can do anything you want with her around. So maybe...

"Hey, Ashley", you start. Her response is a squeeze of your hand and a noise that sounds like a question. "I want to do something, but don't want you to see it. Can you look away for a second?"

She does so without even asking why, and you get the feeling that she would have done the same even before the change that came over your friendship recently.

When she turns, you pull your pants forward a bit. Just enough to see that...

Oh.

You're a grower, but sometimes you're a shrinker. When you first moved to this cold area, you had to duck out of the cold every few minutes along a walk, because the weather would shrink your fucking dick to the point that you started losing sensation in your crotch. It's happening again, now, even though the rest of you is warm, and it's still as deeply uncomfortable as it was the first time it happened.

Ashley hasn't asked what you're doing, or why. When you tap her on the shoulder, she turns, and you nod towards the entrance of the park.

"Let's get going. It's cold."

Apparently your face doesn't match your words. "Are you sure? What's wrong? You don't like this?" You do. You really, really do. But you're not going to get frostbitten dick, or whatever else probably happens in the cold. "Do you need something? I can get run and get it."

"No, I mean", you can't help glancing at your crotch this time, and her eyes follow, "It's cold."

She blinks, and you know that she understood exactly what you meant. "Well", she says, acting coyish, despite her seeing your dick in all its average glory yesterday, "I could -" She trails off, deciding that rather than talking she might as well stick her hands down your pants.

You don't even realize the feeling of getting a handjob for a second, because it's so cold that your sensation from your crotch is numbed. How did your dick start freezing but not the rest of you? You're not sure.

Once you do recognize the feeling of a handjob, something changes. You can feel the warmth of her hand around your crotch, and lean in.

The pseudo-handjob doesn't actually feel sexual. Just feels... intimate. When your dick is back to normal size, she stops rubbing, but doesn't let go.

You try to say something about how other people might be on this trail, and people will see you, and blah blah blah, but the warmth is too nice to fight.

You just keep walking quietly through the woods, hand-on-crotch instead of hand-in-hand, and it still feels exactly the same.