Not better just yet

It only takes a second for you to reach the sliding doors, and before Amy has even pulled them open you can hear the hooting and hollering from inside. The couch crowd had been watching through the glass at your march down to the docks and back, and were more than happy to get a closer look.

"Hell yeah, you guys!" shouts Julie, red solo cup held up in a toast. Amy shoots her a half-hearted finger-gun but you can't manage the same enthusiasm towards the folks getting up to come closer. You're **** to crowd in regardless when Rebecca drums her fingers on your ass to keep you moving.

"Alright," she says as she and Candy squeeze past you into the room, trailing their fingers along the tan lines on your waist, "you two just have fun here for a second, alright?"

"Wh- you said you'd unlock the door!" You do your best not to sound like you're whining as Rebecca starts down the other hall without you, but titters rise up from the onlookers regardless.

"Uh, yeah, so I need to go get the key!" she says back, "Don't worry, I won't keep you guys waiting too long." Somehow you don't believe her, and as she leisurely sashays away, you and Amy are beset by comments and questions.

"You two wanna sit down? Might be a tight fit but we can scooch over~"

"No no, they sit down and we lose the view from the back!"

"Classic Amy! Hey, you go back out like that for a swim and I bet people'd strip down to join you!"

"Ooh, I'll do it if Sam does! Looks like he's pretty excited by the idea too...."

It's true: aside from Amy's arousing presence as always, the enthusiastic attention you're getting and the suggestion of others joining in is keeping you rock hard, and as you get jostled and prodded by the more daring partygoers, it's a struggle to keep your cock concealed. As it is, you're sure folks to either side of you have gotten a clear peek of your shaft at least once, and at one point one of the soccer players gives you a light hip-check and you have to hunch over to hide your balls hanging free in the second you need to readjust your grip. Amy is taking as much attention away from you as she can, still only covering her crotch with one hand as she sips from a solo cup in the other, a few spilled droplets of Rum & Coke running down into the dark valley between her breasts. You yourself are so enraptured at the sight that you jump one someone presses themselves against your back.

"Never figured a loser like you would be so daring, Sam," Candy says. There's something wicked in her voice, but even if she hadn't said a thing it's pretty easy to tell she's up to no good when she grabs both of your wrists. "Seems like you might need a little help with that last hurtle, though." Her hard nipples are poking you in the back; just the cold water and air conditioning, or is she...? Amy, who has mingled to the other side of the room, does a double take looking back at you. Tossing her cup aside, she starts elbowing her way back to you, scowling at the cheerleader who just chuckles into your ear once she makes eye contact with the other girl.