His left hand would be in her crotch before his thumb was too far under her shorts, so he decided that’s when he would have to be finished, or when she’d say, “Hey!”. “So how is that my problem?”
“It’s not, but if you expect me to help you pass your finals, then you better get over here and start massaging my leg. Everybody ate like the world hadn’t been tipped off its axis, but he flicked his fried okra and jabbed at his chicken quarter without intent. He was naked, brushing his teeth. At least not until it’s too late. He’d make one more attempt because that would be better than accepting the truth. Certainly not like his sister. “Ha!”
She shuddered and did a pathetic fear dance. His fingers were wrapped around the inside and the outside of her thigh, giving his thumbs leverage to dig deep into the back of her leg.
