- “Showing you how I did it,” I said as I pushed the sheets down and my shirt up so she could see.
- The idea of her watching while I got myself off was making me hot and bothered. It was dim in the room, but the curtains were open and the streetlight reflected off the mirror above my dresser. I took a deep breath to calm myself and stroked along the sides of my vee. Bethany leaned closer to see better, but I closed my eyes so I could concentrate.
- I imagined Mark was standing behind the couch while I was alone in the living room. As I kept rubbing along the outside, I imagined his reaction to seeing me doing it. Like he was watching me instead of Bethany. The tingling in my stomach started then and the heat melted down to my fingers.