Jon tried to stay as still as possible, but it only drew his mind to the hard on he now had. At least he was laying on his stomach.
He didn't know why he was reacting this way. He never was attracted to guys before and even now didn't feel anything. But Kevin's hands, and the knowledge that Kevin got a hard on...
Jon bit his lip and turned his head away from Sarah. He thought about making a wish, but would it just make him accept this? Was he supposed to anyway? HE was very aware of how he looked and sounded like. With the long blond hair and the bikini he looked like a pre-teen girl. The perfect age for Kevin. Except he was sixteen years old.
As his mind raced to figure out a way out of this mess, his anxiety finally won against his arousal and his dick softened. He still felt warm and his nipples were hard, but even that felt like it was fading. Taking another deep breath, he relaxed and tried to stop thinking altogether.
He didn't know how long it had been, but he was certainly calmer when Sarah told him to flip over. Jon did, rolling on his towel and glancing down at his bikini bottom. He let out a sigh of reflect at the lack of both a bulge and a wet spot. He didn't need either laying on his back. The sunglasses shaded his eyes and he let himself enjoy the warmth and just simply not doing anything.
Before he could drop back into whatever trance he was in before, Kevin called out, "Jen!" It took Jon a moment to realize he was being called and he sat up slightly, pushing his chest off the chair to look over toward Kevin.
The teen was standing with a few other boys and girls at the other end of the pool. Two other boys and two girls. All were already dressed to swim, the girls in bikinis like him. They had to be about Kevin's age, though maybe further along in puberty than him considering one of the girls rather large breasts, almost as large as Sarah's or Karyn's. One of the boys, the shorter beefcake, had an arm wrapped around the tits-out girl. Those things looked like they were barely holding on to that bikini top. Before Jon could asked what Kevin wanted, the boy jogged over to them.
"Hey," Kevin said, smiling widely at him.
"What do you want Kevin?" Sarah asked, glaring at him from over her sunglasses. "We were relaxing."
Kevin's grin grew sheepish as he blushed but kept looking at Jon. "I wanted to ask Jen if she would play with us."
Sarah glared at him but turned to look at Jon as well. She then turned to look briefly at Jon's friends. "I guess if you want to Jon, but really Kevin, your friends are assholes."
Kevin shook his head, his eyes wide, "they're not that bad." Sarah only arched an eyebrow over her sunglasses. "Okay, maybe they are, but they've got their girlfriends with them today. And its only for like half an hour. An hour, tops."
"Its up to you," Sarah said to Jon, "I'm going to keep tanning, but we'll get in an do something later, maybe watch a movie." She leveled another glare at Kevin. "If you want to spend time with her, you've got to ask her. She's my friend first."
"Right, sorry, I will," Kevin said. Jon wanted to say he didn't but then Kevin turned his smile back to him. "So what do you say? Want to hang with us for a bit?"
"umm...sure?" Jon asked, his voice inflecting up to make it a question. Sarah shrugged her shoulder, but did offer him a smile. "I'll be over there in a minute. Let me use the restroom first." Kevin's smile grew wider and he headed back to his friends.
"You can't just say yes to his pretty face," Sarah said, shaking her head but still smiling at him, "I know you think he's cute and all, but you've got to play hard to get." She leaned back in her chair, leaving him to get gather his thoughts.
Jon stood, palming the stone as he went back toward the house, and tried to figure out what he just agreed to. What kind of game needed six people? And why did it matter that the other two boys were with the girls? He closed the bathroom door behind him and took stock of the image in front of him.
A young girl stood there with a little bit of a tan - not much yet but it was getting there, somehow he got boobs from the bikini top and bright eyes. He didn't look too much like a girl but with the bikini, how could he be mistaken for anything but a girl. When he looked down at the wishing stone in his hand, his blond hair fell into his eyes. He instinctively brushed the locks behind his ear as he thought of what he could wish for right now. He didn't have a lot of time, but was going to wish for something. Something to make sure the embarrassment of being a 16 year old guy in a bikini with a bunch of freshmen didn't kill him.
"I wish...."
