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Now that she had changed positions, I wasn’t paying attention to the television screen either. How could I, when she was breathing heavy and her damn chest was rising and falling rapidly. The low-cut shirt was barely containing the top half of her.
I tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs. I had made it clear that I was prepared to wait it out, no matter how long that it took. It was hard to think of it being much longer. It was impossible to think that tonight I couldn’t cup the breasts that were on such beautiful display for me.
“Now you’re not watching the movie. Is there something wrong with it?”
I unfocused on her hard nipples and rising and falling chest, to realize that she was looking right at me, and it didn’t take a genius to know that I had been busted. I didn’t know what she was going to think about it, but I hoped that she would see it as a compliment. I hadn’t reached out and grabbed them, even though I wanted to so badly. Didn’t I get some props for that? If not, I felt like I should have anyway.
“No, just a lot better view this way.”
She looked away, giggled and her face turned a bit pinkish. It was so easy to embarrass her. I should have known sooner, that her innocence was genuine and not manufactured like some women liked to do.
“It’s getting hot in here, though, don’t you think?”
“Uh, yeah, okay. Do you want me to turn the air on?”
I wasn’t hot, not in temperature. I was in need and that increased blood flow had produced more heat, but it wasn’t something that an air conditioner was going to help.
“No, I am just going to take this off.”
By this, she was talking about her overshirt. It had made the tiny camisole underneath it look presentable, but now it wasn’t presentable at all. The white material was thin and when stretched across her bosoms, it showed all of the things that I wanted to see. Her nipples were so hard, and I could perfectly see the darkened areas.
She laid back down and this time her head was about to come in contact with the hard length I’d been harboring through all of the movie. Betty must have touched it and realized what she was doing, because she made an ‘oh’ sound and then she shifted her head a little further away. She wasn’t in contact with it anymore. She was instead brushing up against it as she fidgeted. Betty was fidgeting more, and several times, her skin rubbed up against me.
I had to fight the urges that would tell me what she wanted. I didn’t believe them, especially knowing that it wasn’t what I thought. Betty was innocent. She didn’t know what she was doing.
And then she rubbed against me again, this time in the guise of fixing those long strands in between her fingers. I gasped and she looked up at me.
“You like to torture, don’t you?”
She looked like she didn’t know what I was talking about. I found that hard to believe. Betty had a lot of power and it was hard for me to think she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.
“How am I torturing you?”
Existing.
I couldn’t say that though, the truth.
“You keep rubbing up against the hard parts of me, Betty. You can’t tell?”
She looked toward the screen for several moments. “Is that what that is? I thought that maybe you had something in your pockets.”
Again, she rubbed up against me and then commented that it wasn’t really hard.
“I beg to differ. It is so damn hard, that I think I am going to burst.”
Betty grabbed it then, not anything close to being called anything else. Her hand was over the half that she could reach, the fabric stopping her from getting her hand all the way around it.
“It’s not like hard, hard. I bet it feels smooth. That’s what it feels like when I touch it.”
“I’d never had such a casual conversation about my manhood before, and it was rather strange. I couldn’t think to make anything intelligible. Her hand was on my cock now, rubbing it up and down, while I felt like I was practicing breathing in birth all of a sudden.
“Fuck.”
She pulled her hand a way and since Betty was almost sitting up again, she leaned a bit away from me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you would like that.”
I explicitly told her that she didn’t hurt me at all. It wasn’t anything she had done, but what she hadn’t done. The yearning in me was strong, extreme even, and my body was shaking.
