081613 #worm This one time, we went swimming in a low, slow river down below some sagging summer trees. I had nothing to change back into, so I borrowed some of his clothes. The cut-off jeans were too tight, and the t-shirt seemed almost obscenely personal against my nipples. I was extremely aware of the presence of him pressing all around me, by fabric proxy. I suspect he was clueless about my aroused chagrin.