Just to See - Part 2

 

Jill moved aside and patted the cushion. “Sit back down in the middle of the couch.”

I obeyed. Jill came over and -- Oh, God -- sat in my lap, straddling me. I hadn’t thought about that possibility. Her weight was on me and her face was close enough that I could see the tiny color variations in her irises -- green, gorgeous, and maybe just a little nervous. But nowhere as nervous as I was.

“I know where your hands go,” I joked feebly. “Where do you want mine?” Just sitting there on the couch with them resting limply by my sides felt so unnatural. Jill thought for a second and put them on her waist.

“That good?”

I nodded. As long as I can stop myself from clutching at you.

Jill smiled a little more gently and stroked my hair, then put her hands on my shoulders. “You ready?”

I nodded. Jill ran her hands down my arms, making me shiver.

And then she moved across my stomach and came up under my breasts. My heartbeat stepped up to a canter. Jill looked down at my breasts as she lifted them just a little and I switched to staring over Jill’s shoulder to try to reduce the intensity of what was happening to me. Not so bad so far. Just the woman I’d wanted forever holding my boobs to feel their weight.

Jill gently shifted her hands all around to feel their shape. She stroked her palms across my nipples and my stomach jumped. Then she used her fingertips. Well, at least my breathing was holding fairly steady.

Jill quirked an eyebrow and gave me a mischievous little half-grin.

“Hard already?”

“I’m nervous.” Well, it was a half-truth, at least. I was nervous. But I’d been hard since she walked in the door.

Jill had mercy on me and swirled her hands all around, over my arms and shoulders, then slowly back down to my breasts, almost like she wanted to know what it would be like to cop a feel. My breath caught in my throat as she moved around to cup me again, as much as she could fit in her hands.

“They’re...satisfying,” she murmured, “I like this sweater.”

“Thanks.” It came out in a burst of air, but it was pretty close to being normal conversation.

“...But it needs to come off.”

Jill helped me pull off my sweater, then captured my wrists and put my hands back on her waist, maybe a little more snugly this time. She smoothed my hair out for me, then toyed with my bra straps.

“Niiiice.”

OK, so I had a habit of dressing up for her. Underwear and all. I’m sensitive enough that I won’t wear a lacy bra -- they feel scratchy on me -- but silky happens. And where Jill was concerned, silky happened a lot.

That night it was a pearly-gray fabric, so smooth it was practically frictionless. The material covered enough skin, but it was so thin that it didn’t do a thing to hide my arousal. Jill took that in and looked back at my eyes, humor playing over her face. “Nervous...”

Hell, yes.

Jill settled into my lap a little more, then let her right index finger follow a path down my bra strap. Her other fingers joined it to feel the softness of the material. Jill purred low in her throat, pleased at how easily her hand slid over my breast. Then she started exploring me with more focus.

Jill traced her fingers all around, enjoying what she was feeling, but also enjoying teasing me. She danced her fingers close to my nipple but wouldn’t quite touch it. Through half-closed eyes, I saw her wicked enjoyment when I unconsciously arched my back to try to meet her touch.

Finally she had mercy on me and grazed her fingertips across it. I drew in a sharp, jagged breath as a jolt of pleasure shot through me. Jill liked that. She used all four fingers on my nipple, circling and brushing it with an incredibly light touch that woke up every nerve ending I had. It was the sweetest torture I could imagine.

I turned my head to the side and shut my eyes, embarrassed that I was openly panting now. Jill seemed to take that as encouragement and moved her other hand down off my shoulder, letting it work in tandem with the first. I breathed even harder, sighing as the pleasure blossomed through my body.

Jill moved in for a light pinch and I lost control enough to clutch at her waist, pulling her even closer into me.

“You like that, huh?” Jill pinched me again, and all I could give her in response was a tiny whimper. Jill increased her pace, stroking and tweaking, a little less gentle now. “Tell me if you like it.”

“Mmh. Yes,” I finally managed, “Yes… So good...”

“You don’t have to hold back,” Jill said, making her fingertips flicker back and forth.

I looked up at Jill, knowing I was hazy with arousal. But what I saw wasn’t clinical interest. Her eyes were shining and she was studying my face, watching what turned me on the most. “Just let go -- it’s so sexy.”

And then she removed all choice of holding back by starting a counterpoint of flickers and pinches, sending electric tingles straight to my clit and pleasure radiating through my body. Soon she had me moaning openly, my eyes closed again not because I couldn’t look at her but because I didn’t have the spare mental capacity to keep them open.

“Page,” she asked as she dragged her thumbs back and forth in a way that made my heart hammer, “What’s your favorite part of getting felt up?”

“Um... Everything? Oh, Jesus -- that. What you did right there.”

“That?”

“Ah! Yes! That! ...Oh, God, maybe that.”

“You want to know what my favorite part is?”

I nodded and made sounds that were almost like words.

“It’s this moment.”

And then she finally slid her hands under my bra. My hips surged and I reflexively pulled her against me as the sensations got even more intense. I was dizzy with it.

“Hey,” Jill finally said as she touched my cheek to get my full attention. “Can you handle more?”

I nodded. Jill took my hand and led me into my bedroom.