You sit next to her on the patio chairs

There's a slight breeze on the balcony, a bit bracing but not cold, and Shari props her feet up on the small patio table. She leans back, her nipples still poking through the shirt, and raises and arm behind her head to rest again. You notice her shorts ride up and shift to the side a bit, revealing she's not wearing panties and has a full bush, but a smooth bikini line, her black pubes an interesting contrast against her pale skin. Trying to act as if you didn't notice, you look back up at her, and she says, "what?"

"Your, uhh..." you shift your head down a bit, indicating not all is right with her wardrobe.

"Oh, sorry," she says, shifting her shorts back in place. "It's kind of my trademark, a lot of guys go crazy for it".

"Really?"

She smirks, "oh yeah. A little flash is all it takes to get a bunch of video purchases and tips."

Not wanting to tire her out by talking endlessly about her line of work, you change the subject. "What do you do when you're not...working, anyhow?"

She runs her fingers through her hair, thinking for a moment. "Work out, a lot. I do a lot of traveling for work at times, so I like to see the local sights and attractions. Watch TV, read, game. That's really about it. I don't do any arts or crafts, or anything."

"I noticed your PC, is that for gaming?"

"Video editing and rendering, image enhancement, high quality streaming. Gaming's the side benefit," she says, smirking and sipping her beer.

"Cool," you say, "what do you play?" You spend a while talking about your favorite games, and it begins to get a bit dark and chilly on the patio. The two of you agree to move things back indoors, and Shari locks the sliding glass door as you sit on the loveseat. She throws the empty bottles away and comes back with two more beers before stretching out on the couch. She crosses her ankles and props herself up on a pillow, her top sliding up around her midsection as she lays down.

You've moved beyond the point of a good buzz to feeling slightly drunk, and you can't help but look over Shari's inked legs, slender midsection, and nipples pointing through her T-shirt without feeling a bit of a thrill. Your mind begins to wander, and you feel yourself beginning to get erect. Shaken a bit by the realization, you try to keep your mind focused and your attention on Shari's cute, freckled face and pouty lips.

Shari smirks, and says, "now, your 'uhh' is 'uhh'-ing..." You look down, and see your shorts have bunched up, and your half-erect cockhead is poking out the leg. "Shit, sorry," you mumble, embarrassed, pulling your shorts leg down. It's little help, considering your half-erect member now pokes visibly through your shorts.

She says, "it's cool. I flashed you earlier on accident, you flashed me on accident. We're even."

Hit by a sudden bout of conscience, or maybe it's just the ****, you say, "what are we even doing here?"

Shari stops for a moment, and asks, "we're hanging out, what do you mean?"

"You said you were hanging out with me to keep me company while Alice went out, Alice told me earlier this was a date. And...I haven't gotten many date vibes out of this so far, no offense. I've had a great time so far, but I don't know if we had the same expectations."

"Well," Shari looks at you with a bit of seriousness, propping herself up on the couch with an elbow, her beer bottle in the other hand, "what do you want it to be?"