You start to get jealous

"So, John," Chris said, taking a sip from his beer, "has Jess told you much about her college days?"

"Not too much, I guess," you said. "I know she was in a sorority. I'm sure she did her fair share of partying. I know I did." you laughed a little, trying to make it clear her history wasn't something that was going to bother you.

"Oh, she was pretty wild, that's for sure," Chris said. "I used to sneak into that sorority and have some pretty crazy nights there. Remember that, babe?" He nudged her in the side with the hand that was on her shoulder.

She giggled. "Oh, I remember. Me and some of the other girls really wore this guy out on more than a few occasions." She put her hand on his knee and nestled in a little more closely to him, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. She closed her eyes. Chris just looked over at you and smiled a little bit, shrugging as if to say, no worries, she's just getting comfortable.

But when you saw a tent starting to rise up in Chris's boxers, you felt like things were starting to get a little bit too weird for you. It wasn't helping that your dick was getting hard too. What was wrong with you? Maybe it was just the weed? You took a big gulp of your beer and made sure that your erection couldn't be seen through your sweatpants.

You didn't quite know what to say to get them to stop, so you just continued with the conversation, trying to direct things back to the fact that you and Jess were together now. "Yeah, I can imagine, she's definitely worn me out some nights too."

"Mm, that's for sure," Jess said. "Especially that magical tongue of yours. John eats my pussy so good."

Hearing this praise made you feel good, more confident that things weren't getting out of hand. You smirked at Chris a little.

"Oh, man, you're making me jealous," Chris said with a laugh. "I remember loving the taste of Jess's pussy before I gave her a good fucking." His arm was now wrapped firmly around Jess's shoulders. His hand was resting on her upper chest - well above her breast, so it wasn't too inappropriate, you guessed, but his fingers were moving lightly on her bare skin in a way that she was clearly enjoying and that was making you very uncomfortable. Jess's hand was also now rubbing up and down Chris's thigh just above his knee. This was definitely starting to go too far.

You cleared your throat to try to convey your discomfort and said, "Well, maybe we should change the subject, I feel like things are getting a little weird."

"Oh, really?" Jess said. "I'm feeling great, this weed is really hitting the spot."

"Yeah, me too," Chris said. He was now plainly smirking at you, and you couldn't help but notice the tent in his boxers move up and down a couple of times - clearly deliberate on his part. By the looks of it, he was very well endowed - not that you felt inadequate, given that you were packing a fairly thick 7 inches. His hand moved a little bit further down Jess's chest. "Maybe you should take another hit, John."

"Yeah, okay," you said, seeing an opportunity to get Jess to move away from Chris. "You want me to blow some into your mouth too, Jess?"

"Nah, I'm okay for now," Jess said, her eyes still closed, her head leaning back against Chris's muscular chest. Well, that didn't work.

You leaned over to grab the weed and took a hit. Jess opened her eyes and looked over at me as you did, then you saw her eyes widen. "Wow, John, looks like somebody's enjoying this conversation!"

You looked down, and your sweatpants were clearly tenting from your hard-on. "Fuck," you muttered and sat back down, positioning yourself to hide the erection.

"Actually, he's not the only one, babe," Chris said, and Jess looked over at Chris's boxers, tenting just a few inches from where her hand was resting on his thigh. He bounced his dick up and down again as she looked, laughing.

"Oh my god!" Jess said, noticing the tent in his boxers for the first time, staring and biting her lip unconsciously. "I almost forgot how big that thing was."

At this point you really felt like you needed to say something. "Okay, maybe you two should, like, separate a little bit or something."