“God, you must be bursting.”
“Honestly, I’m fine.”
The problem was though, she didn’tseemfine.
She couldn’t meet his gaze. Her hands were fists on her thighs.
And of course he could see all of that.
“Youlooklike you’re bursting.”
“Oh yeah? And what does bursting look like?”
“Your voice is shaking.”
“Is it?” she asked, voice so light it almost passed.
Almost, almost, almost.
“Your cheeks are flushed.”
“Are they?”
“And then there’s the fact that your nipples are like diamonds. Fuck, look how stiff they are. Isn’t that agonizing, having them like that? I bet your clit’s the same. Bet your pussy is sooooo wet. So wet you’re making a mess of my nice, clean clothes.”
Her cheeks grew hotter and hotter as he whispered each word. By the time he was done they felt like they were going to melt right off her face. That tense, cringing feeling in her stomach was ten times worse, and that wasbeforehe got to the last point. The one about the clothes, and the mess, and oh god what if he was right? It felt as if he might be. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and everything was really slippery between her legs. She could feel it, every time she moved.
“Oh fuck, sorry, sorry I don’t…I hope…it’s just that—”
“Honey, you don’t need an explanation.”
His tone was like sinking into a warm bath—and the thumb she could feel stroking over her forearm only pulled her deeper down. He just did it so idly. So like he wasn’t touching her at all.
Before she knew it she was up to her ears in liquid heat.
“Are you sure? Because it kind of feels like I do.”
“I’m sure. I mean, the moviewaspretty intense.”
“Right, exactly. Super intense.”
“So why deny yourself?”
“I’m not…denying…anything.”
“I could leave, if you want.”
“No, god no,” she said, too fast and too fierce.
Though it was only afterward that she realized how it sounded:
Not like someone trying to say she didn’t want to masturbate.
Like someone saying that she wanted him to stay.
And he took it that way, too.
“Or, you know. I could just…do it for you,” he said.
