You heard the lady. Pour her a drink

“For a freshman, you know how to make a good cocktail,” Leanna said.

“I’m a natural,” you say.

Leanna drained the last of her drink, but you had barely sipped yours. You’d been standing at the beach bar for the last few minutes wondering how to get out of there. There wasn’t a single thing behind the bar that you could fashion into clothing, and you couldn’t see a towel in any direction.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Leanna yells out, “Over here, ladies! I found him!”

Jane, Kayla, and Erica walk up the beach toward you. All four of the girls lean against the small bar, and you stand as close as you can to the edge so the women can’t see that your swimsuit had been stolen away long ago.

“You were gone a while, Sam!” Erica said. “You must have gone for a long swim.”

“He sure did,” Kayla said, reaching across the bar to give your arm a squeeze. “Look at how pumped his muscles are!”

“Sam was just making us a drink,” Leanna said. “But I’m going to make the next round.”

She began to walk around the bar, and you reached out and put up your hand just before she reached the end of the semi-circular bar.

“Please, Leanna.” You try to sound cordial, but on the inside you are panicking. If she took one more step, your secret would be out. “Let me take care of the drinks.”

“Sam is such a gentleman,” Erica says. “Let him make you a drink, Leanna.”

Leanna raises her eyebrows and gives you a half smile. “Such a sweet gentleman,” she says as she looks at the hand you have out preventing her from passing. “Make my next one a double.” She turns around in a way that deliberately makes her breast slide past your outstretched hand. As she does it she whispers, “Badboy.”

You struggle to keep your cool as you pour the drinks. You had never had a girlfriend before. You’d never seen a girl naked or been seen naked by a girl prior to a few minutes ago when you’d crossed that nude beach. You’d certainly never touched a woman’s breast before. But now the hottest girl in your college had just taken care of that problem for you.

Any chance you’d had of holding off your erection is gone. You’re rock hard under the bar, and you try to stop your hands from shaking as you fill the glasses in front of you.