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“Try what?” Ethan asked.
Yes what, Cassie? My thoughts were mean to me, but I barely knew what I meant either.
“To–um- to turn you on, Ethan, without Seth getting involved,” I paused, but clung to that idea. “Your lack of response to me is the perfect opportunity for practice. I just want an excuse to start touching-” I stopped mid–sentence, blinking away the sudden cloud of confusion that caused a film to cover my eyes.
Did I just say that out loud?
Ethan chuckled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re so sure I won’t respond
to you? Maybe I would if you just stopped giggling!”
I pinched my cheeks to keep from smiling and then shifted, scooting away from him to get back on my butt. “Okay, I’m serious now. Tell me what to do.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Uh,” was all he managed before turning to look at Seth.
“Don’t look at me,” Seth said, holding his hands up. “This is gonna be hot as hell.”
“Voyeur,” I mumbled accusingly.
Seth chuckled and turned his attention to me. “Was that supposed to be an insult?”
I shrugged and glanced down at the floor, running my fingers through the shaggy carpet, noting that the light atmosphere was shifting. “So, tell me what to do.”
I wasn’t completely ignorant in that department, but some part of me, the Evil!Cassie if you will, wanted me to hear Ethan say it. I licked my lips as Ethan cleared his throat, glanced at Seth once more to make sure he wasn’t going to supply some information, and then turned his attention back towards me. “Well, first I think I should get better acquainted with the female body before you even try. Outside of Human Anatomy class,
I’m clueless.”
“Hey, that’s cheating!” I made the accusation, but I didn’t care.
Lub–dub, lub–dub – I can hear you, my heart! It was about to explode out of my chest. He
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wants to touch me! Touch–a touch–a touch–a touch me! I wanna be diii–rty!
“Cassie?”
‘Sorry, I had a Rocky Horror moment! You can touch me anywhere you want,” I said, trying to ignore the clamminess of my palms. I licked my bottom lip again, avoiding eye contact as my leg jiggled with anticipation.
Ethan shrugged casually. “Skin contact is stimulating to anyone and well, I’ve never really touched naked breasts before so I think we should start there.”
Boy did he talk good foreplay. My inner voice had perfected sarcasm a long time ago, but hell if his words weren’t working on my body regardless. I raised an eyebrow and turned my attention back to my best friend, searching his shockingly green eyes, hoping he wouldn’t comment on my blushing face. “Are you sure you’re not a closeted straight guy? Why is it always the boobs? If I didn’t know for a fact you were gay, I’d say you were trying to cop a feel or–or that you don’t want me to touch you.”
With an eye roll of mock frustration, Ethan reached forward and tugged at the hem of my shirt. It stretched before bouncing back, exposing part of my stomach. “Take your shirt off, Cassie,” he said.
I exhaled. “I’m kind of flat–chested,” I said in warning as I went for the hem of my t–shirt.
“You’re fine,” Ethan said.
“Tell us something we don’t know,” Seth said at the same time.
Warranting that with a snarl wouldn’t do anything, so I ignored him and focused on my breathing so I wouldn’t pass out. “I just mean… that um… I’m your first boob job. I’m not really up to standards with a good boobage grope, you know?”
“Wait, I’m sorry, I have to interrupt,” Seth cackled. “To be clear, what he’s about to do is not a boob job. We’ll cover that another time.”
“Are you being dirty?” I asked, plunking my hands on my hips.
Seth made a wide gesture with even wider eyes. “Hello! Look at what we’re doing!”
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