Sandra comes to your rescue.

“In a minute.” You try to casually wave off Saul. “I need to finish making changes to this map before we start again.”

Saul, David and Brian ignore you like typical guys and focus on the food. Vivian, however, gives you a penetrating look, as if she has noticed that something is off, and is trying to figure out what it is.

As for the person who has caused your sticky predicament, she puts down her ice tea and fills a tall glass with ice and water. Putting a large slice of pizza on a paper plate, Sandra walks over to you. Placing the plate in front of you she looks down at your map, and also at your cum stained lap, with an impish grin that only you can see. “I thought David was the artist in the group, I didn't know you can draw?”

“Pfft." The man who plays Ragnar interjects from across the room. "If you call the scratching from a epileptic one legged mentally-deranged pigeon, drawing, sure.”

“What an interesting pencil.” Sandra ignores David and continues to look down. “It's pretty thick.”

“It's a drafting pencil.” You answer without looking up, not believing the double-entendres are now coming from the conservative Jewish girl. “You learn to draw a bit from CAD class.” You mutter as you make some random lines on the players' handout. “It helps you to be quick and efficient.”

“I guess I'll have to call you Quick Draw, then.” The buxom brunette savagely roasts you with her sweet innocent voice.

Your pencil stops cold as you feel a strange mixture of embarrassment, shock and arousal run through you. But before you can respond, Sandra, with those big brown beautiful eyes gives you a playful stare and places your drink on the edge of your DM Guide. It immediately topples over the side of the table edge causing the entire contents, all the ice and near freezing water, to splash down against your crotch.

“Ahh!” You jolt back in your chair. Your still semi-rigid cock now bathed in a cruel cold shower.

“Pfft, someone just fumbled.” Saul chuckles.

“Well, Rae only has an 8 DEX.” Brian adds.

“I know you find running the game exciting.” David quips, “But damn, look at that cum stain, keep yourself together, man!” Saul and Brian look at your pants and break out into amused laughter.

Terrified you look down at your paints and are relieved that David's joke, was only a joke, not a factual commentary. The water has covered up your cum stain and its icy temperature as removed any unsightly bulge.

“I'm sooo sorry.” Sandra puts her hands over her mouth but her eyes show that she is just acting.

“Dammit girl.” Vivian complains. “You're such a klutz.”

Giving a sigh and “It's okay” to Sandra, you excuse yourself to go change.

“I hope it doesn't stain.” Saul dryly ribs as you walk by.

“Cum back soon.” David tops his drink towards you.

“It has been an explosive game.” Even Brian tries to join in.

As Vivian slaps the shoulders of her boyfriend and David, Sandra gets on her knees and begins to clean up the mess she made.

Though your mind is still in a fogged, you dry yourself off and change pants. Heading back out you take a few more comedic hits from the guys, but all in good nature. You ask if the party wouldn't mind calling it a night. All five of your friends agree after a brief debate, knowing it's getting late.

Everyone says their good nights and goodbyes, with Sandra going last. With those soul melting eyes she again gives you that look, though she says nothing about your “little accident” or the passionate kiss. “I'll be up tonight if you want to give me a call and finish up what happens to Rae.” That devastating grin then slips across her face. “Quick Draw.” She whispers and lets her left hand gently brush against your hip as he turns and heads out to catch up with Brian and Vivian, who drove this brown haired temptress to your apartment.