Rest on the bench.

Realising you can't possible hold on with this feeling for a moment longer, you carefully move around to the front of the bench and rest yourself down upon it. The lack of movement is a sigh of relief as your womanhood burns with arousal. You likely have many hours until your sister texts you saying that you can come home, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to spend it here. You have your phone, so you have games to play and interesting people to watch.

Just as you start relaxing, a figure coming towards you catches your eye.

A man, a bit taller than you with neck-long black hair and an impressive body stops in front of you. You recognize him immediately as Troy from your university math class. The two of you have gotten along very well since you first met, though you never decided to push the relationship to something romantic, despite secretly wishing to.

Presumably he came from the nearby beach, as he's dressed in only a short blue pair of swimming trunks and nothing else. You had no idea how fit he really was, and you have to catch yourself in the middle of your ogling to save yourself embarrassment. However at this moment, you don't think you've ever seen a man so attractive, though that could be likely due to the situation between your legs.

He smiles wide and sits down beside you, taking a gentle hold of your shoulder and pulling you close in a friendly manner. "Hey, Jane. How's it going? I haven't seen you in a few days! I missed you, girl!"

As he tugs you, you almost yelp at the **** remembrance of your underwear problem. But you hide your flustered face as much as you can and smile back, greeting him quietly.

"Wow! You look great today, Jane. So, what brings you to the park?"

You eye him up and down, biting your lower lip discreetly and shifting your legs uncomfortably and explain that your sister essentially and temporarily kicked you out of your own home.

"That's rough," he says sympathetically. "Hey, come here for a second. I want you to see something." He proceeds to stand up and walk away, giving you an impressive glance at his rear through the tightness of his wet trunks. From what you can tell, he's walking towards a pile of his belongings--a backpack and towel.

Then the sudden realization hits you that if you follow him, you'll have to start walking again.