<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>"Are you saying I'm hot?"<br/><br/>In a little bit of a distracted state himself, Lucas blurted out his response without thinking. "Don't believe me? Ask my cock for a second opinion." The turn of phrase had bubbled up from years ago, a jest in frustration at a girlfriend with self image issues. He blushed deeply, tensing into stillness, intensely aware that the bulge that she'd rubbed against earlier in the day was back in full force. He huffed out a low grunt and finished his checking over of her, shivering a little from the tension.<br/><br/>As Arlene's face pressed against his palm, Lucas' heart raced, he felt sure his pulse must be hammering against her cheek through his thumb. The hand at her waist pulled her firmly against the bulge in his pants, a push of his hips grinding it for a moment. A shift of his weight rubbed his chest against her covered breasts as he brought his forehead down to rest against her hairline. "There really is. But first... as it's sunny... let's hang up our clothes to air out. So we don't risk getting them torn or dirty. Okay?"