Yes unfortunately...

You tried fighting your thoughts but your body is betraying you, you can feel your face getting slightly flushed and your crotch is definitely damp. Was this the Beer? Or was this just the Hormones? Either way you found your mind drifting in thought to some of the stories Paul would brag about. Like how he used to be the envy of the showers back in the Army, and how he'd be able to satisfy any woman with what he has, how he has a chick on standby to fuck around with when he's bored. You wondered if any of that was true...

Without realizing it you find yourself leaning on Paul, his hand firmly on your arm now, no longer on your shoulder but rather lower. As you sit there, mind ticking away with delayed observations, you feel something firm on your breast, you glance over and it's his hand, he's sliding slowly onto your tit and feeling you gently over your top. Your eyes dart upward and see he's still attentive to the movie, you feel yourself start to feel wet in your crotch, was this turning you on? You feel him give your boob a gently squeeze and feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you, you shudder slightly and place your hand on his thigh for stability. As you do so you feel your finger brush something and freeze, what was that, it was hard and ran the length of his thigh. You glance down and see a bulge going from his crotch down his thigh right next to your hand, it was thick and long. There's no way that's his dick, you think to yourself, you've gotta be kidding right?

You're interrupted by another squeeze of your tit this time it elicits a soft squeak from you, your heart pounds, you were enjoying it...

You hear a soft chuckle from Paul and he resumes feeling your boob up through your shirt, the sensation feels great despite your initial disgust. As he continues your hand brushes his bulge again, this time staying against it. He then slides his hand back around your arm and down your back, from there you feel him slowly slide his hand up the back of your shirt, the notion sending a shiver up your spine and a quiver down to your puss. Before long his hand is under your shirt and back around your tit, slowly massaging it. You feel you body act as if on its own and you down the last of your third beer, after setting it down you find you other hand no longer brushing his bulge but rather gently stroking it with your finger. Your eyes dart up to him for a gage of reaction and you're met with a grin. "You know, you can play with it if you want, just gotta free him..." you hear Paul say in reference to his bulge.

As you contemplate your next move you feel Paul's hand slip back to your back and you feel him fiddling with your bra strap. Your eyes go wide briefly as you hear & feel a 'snap' followed by your boobs feeling more free and loose in your shirt.