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When fingers on his left hand pinched my nipple and twisted it in time with the actions of his right-handed fingers.
Our lips met while he cupped my left breast and stroked his thumb over the tortured peak. We moaned into each other's mouths.
Switching tactics, I circled my right thumb and first two fingers around him then stroked just under the head while I paid homage to his balls.
Below it, though, I could feel his erection pressing at my thighs, which had been bared in our tussling. I struggled to free my hands, but his grip tightened.
"Stay just like that.
I tried not to imagine the awkward atmosphere at dinner where none of us talked.
I couldn't understand why since you didn't seem like best friends. That's when she said you'd been very close since high school.
The other hand slid up and down my left side.