Not yet

Sam stood in silence, knowing that he couldn't look at Jasmine right now. One, she was in a foul mood. Two, he was too fucking hard. He could feel the strain on his shorts, but he couldn't adjust himself right now without it being too obvious. That's the last thing he needed right now, for Jasmine to see him adjusting his manhood and screaming that he was some perverted freak. But the strain was getting to be too much. He needed some sort of relief.

Maybe she wouldn't be looking at him right now, he thought. Maybe she was too busy sulking that she would be staring at the floor, and wouldn't see him. He thought it was possible, but he wanted to be sure. He turned a little and...

He saw Jasmines eyes were looking right at his package. Shit! She sees it!

This is it. His life is coming to an end right this moment. She sees he's hard, she's going to know his sick desires. She's going to tell mom and dad, they're going to disown me for being a sick perverted fucker. Everything is over.

But as Sam was panicking, his rational mind noticed a detail. It was a small voice at first, but then as he noticed it more, it grew louder. She's not freaking out... In fact, she looks like she likes it.

Sam looked intently at Jasmine's expression. She didn't have her normal scowl on her face. Her eyes were intently focused, lips slightly parted, red blush spreading over her cheeks. She... was looking at him, the same way he looks at her.

Sam allowed himself to lower his gaze a little. Jasmine's nipples were poking through her thin top. Her legs were shifting subtly. He couldn't believe what was happening right now.__