Tiffany and I walked back toward the ice cream shop after leaving the bathroom, both of us licking our cones as we went. The chocolate was melting fast in the heat, dripping down our fingers, but we didn't care. We were still buzzing from what had just happened inside. We had to get ice cream for the others too, so we hurried a little.
Tiffany stepped up to the counter, ordering the flavors everyone else had asked for, vanilla for Lily, strawberry for Brittany, and a couple more. The old man behind the counter scooped them quickly, handed over the cones, and we started walking back toward the group.
Tiffany kept glancing down at my bulge. I hadn't bothered to hide it, and my shorts were tented obviously from how hard I still was. She bit her lip every time she looked, her eyes flicking up to mine with that playful, hungry look.
"What are you looking at?" I teased, taking a slow lick of my cone while watching her.
