Then I dared her to feel me up. She came over next to mein the hot tub and giggling, put her hands on my nipples, thenslid them down over my tummy th...n down between my legs. Boy wasI in heaven. I guess it felt so good to have someone else feelingme that I started to moan loudly. This scared Cindy and she pulledher hands away. Our feelings were getting really intense, and Idon’t know if we were prepared for them. But after a bit, while still sitting side by side in thehot tub talking. After you’ve settled down a bit you go to grab another piece of food, but I stop your hands from reaching above the table. I grab the hand closest to me and slide it up my own thigh. I push my skirt back a little and you feel my cotton panties. You shiver again. You love the cotton feeling. I start to move your fingers along the sides of them and you feel the hairs from my bush poking out on the sides. Your mind is going nuts and all you want to do is explore more. I use my own hand and I pull. To me, the thought of being with another guy was all about the cock. It was the power, the firmness, the physicality, the rawness of being a guy. Hugging and cuddling were too feminine. Then he spoke without breaking his embrace. "Jay, it's so cool that guys can be guys and still get off with one another without risking their manliness. You are man's man my friend". His words gave me a reassurance and the awkwardness began to subside. My arms wrapped around him more firmly and I felt myself. " That's exactly what I love to do." I exclaimed, surprised. "Let's go!"I tossed my nearly-finished ice cream toward the nearest trash bin, twenty feet away. It went in perfectly, without touching either rim. "Wow!" Betsy gasped, amazed. I held up two fingers, symbolizing the two points you score when you make a basket in a basketball game, and lifting my eyebrows and shrugging my shoulders, gave a cocksure smile which said 'Piece of cake'. If it had happened today, of course, I'd have been.