Go and stand beside her, hoping she'll notice my bulge?

I stood and walked over beside Rochelle. I didn't worry about adjusting my bulge, and my hard cock was making quite a tent in my shorts.

"How long have you had this cottage?" I asked.

"It was my parents'," she responded, but didn't turn to look at me. She was concentrating on the barbeque. "I'm the only child, so when they died it came to me. That was 6 years ago now. Of course, we've been coming here for many years before that when Mom was still alive."

I was really turned on standing here with an obvious hard on in my bathing suit, and the possibility that Rochelle could notice at any moment was excrutiatingly exciting.

"It's very cozy," I said. "And the lake is beautiful."

Rochelle giggled and turned to me and my heart leapt into my throat.

"What?" I asked.

"It's just funny hearing a teenage boy say a lake is beautiful. I didn't think you noticed things like that."

"I always notice when something is beautiful," I said.

She smiled and turned back to the barbeque. For a moment, I thought she had completely failed to notice my bulge, but as I was thinking about going back to sit down, she turned her head ever so slightly and I think she looked down to my crotch, before turning back to the barbeque.

I wanted to keep the conversation going and maybe get her to look again, but Diane and Jenny appeared on the deck asking if lunch was almost ready. I sat down at the picnic table quickly so they wouldn't see my bulge; I'd never live that one down.

Tim soon joined us and Rochelle served hot dogs and sodas before heading into the cottage. Diane and Jenny ate and then went on their way. Lunch was very tasty, but I wasn't thinking about the hot dogs very much. I was remembering that quick glance Rochelle gave to my hard on.