"I'm going to get a beer." She says, standing up and walking across the room. My eyes are on her panty-clad ass and I'm adjusting my cock as she turns around and says, "You want anything?" I swear she's staring right at my cock when she says it, standing there with her nipples pointing at me through her flimsy tank top and her blonde pubic hair barely visible through her panties. Yes I want something, I think, but don't say. Instead, I just stammer.

"Yeah, I'll, uh have a beer. Thanks." She smiles and heads into the kitchen. Nothing else happens the rest of the evening except I watch her...