“Why not?”
“I’m not really a girl, any longer. And you’ve never called me that before.”
He was still for a moment. Then he went back to stroking her nipples and kissing her neck. “No, but I’ve thought it.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Are you having that pulsing achiness, Phee?”
“Y-yes.”
“Let’s have you lie down on the bed.”
George released her breasts and a small sound escaped from her lips before she could stop it. And George must have heard it because he smiled slightly as she turned. He pulled the counterpane off the bed and she got up on the mattress awkwardly, still in her chemise and petticoat. The sheet under her was strangely cool and delicious.
“Get comfortable.”
“Yes, George.” She lay on her back.
He got up on the bed next to her. “Just remember, there is nothing for you to do.”
“But—”
He put a finger to her lips. “Not this lesson.”
“Can I touch you at all?” she asked, muffled only slightly by his digit on her mouth.
He took his finger away. “I see there’s no keeping you quiet, is there? I should know better. No. You can’t touch me.”
“Not even your head?”
“Especially not my head.”
“Oh.”
He began grazing his fingers over the tips of her breasts through the chemise, using the soft muslin as the gentlest of friction against her nipples, making them so hard. Piercing sensations ran down her body from her breasts to the place between her legs.
“Does it feel good, Phee?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.”
The light rubbing went on for quite a while. He looked down at her still covered breasts every so often to see her erect nipples pushing against his touch, but largely he looked at her face. And she looked at his. He was watching her, assessing her, studying her. It was just like a horizontal chess lesson. She pressed her thighs together.
“Do you like this, Phee?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to keep going? To take off your chemise and your petticoat?”
“Y-yes.”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I won’t do it until you can’t bear me teasing you this way any longer and you beg for it.”
“All right.” She sighed.
His hand stilled. “What’s wrong?”
