Yes, anything to get out of the rain.

"Thanks, this storm came out of nowhere" you say as you follow Bobby back to his porch. He is holding the umbrella over you.

"No problem, I couldn't just watch you get soaked. So I'm Bobby." he replies.

"I'm...uh...Amy" you stutter not having thought up a name.

There is a Bing from your phone. "Sorry man, flat tire give me a few"--Alex.

"Sorry" you say "my friend was supposed to come get me but his car has a flat."

"Umm, do you want to come inside and wait, you look a little cold" says Bobby, blushing, glancing down at your hard nipples again.

You follow his glance down your lack of a bra obvious you feel heat rising in your cheeks. You take another look at Bobby he's in an old shirt from football, sleeves cut off showing off massive arms, he's not cut, he was a lineman and looks like it, those arms look powerful. Your eyes drop down, taking in a hint of gut, then to his grey gym shorts. The shorts would be baggy on most people but tree-trunk thighs fill them mostly up. He turns away slightly from your gaze just a you glimpse...is that a bugle growing in the front of the shorts?