The rest of the trip

After the promised Q&A about what happened that morning, Barbara seemed to be ok with my intentions. Our friends kept up the razzing for the rest of the day, causing Barbara to blush sporadically until I finally asked them to quit. "You have all been there in your lives, I think it's time to give Barbara a break". They all agreed and that was the end of that, mostly.

Despite our talk, Barbara chose to sleep in her own sleeping bag that night but moved back into mine for the last few days of the trip. Evidently the events of that week were awakening her curiosity. "What does it feel like when it is hard?" she asked on our next to last night of vacation. "I feel pressure, I think of it like what a balloon would feel when it's blown up." "What about when you touch it in the mornings?" Ah, this is where I needed to be careful. Do I just tell her about trying to pee with a hardon or do I push it and tell her about handling it for other reasons? "Uhm, it's 'hard' to describe." She punched me in the shoulder while she laughed. "That was not funny." "I think I saw you laughing." "I'm trying to be serious." "Well, if you really want to know, you can find out for yourself." "You are always in a rush when you wake up." Quietly I whispered, "You don't have to wait until morning."

Nothing. Dead silence. I wasn't sure what I thought her response would be but silence wasn't it. Looking back, I am absolutely sure I didn't think at all before I said it. The seconds dragged on... I finally said "I'm sorry, I..." "No, don't be sorry, I've been thinking about it for the last 2 days, I didn't know how to ask."