A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

twined in and out, working in every way from hearty

handshakes to tickling flicks.

Their entwined hands were getting Rebecca surprisingly

aroused. She looked around the restaurant to see if anyone

was watching, but nobody seemed to care. O.E. held her

hand so powerfully, so forcefully, so seductively. His hand

circled down to her wrist and roamed farther down her arm

before returning to her palm and fingers, his grip

alternating between taut and tender. She let her hand

follow his lead, and they chased each other for a long time.

After minutes of tangled arms and hands, their

breathing had grown ragged. She grasped him solidly and

felt a jolt run up her arm through her body. It left her

quivering in its wake. With this much energy built up, the

extremely light brush of fingers that followed drew a little

cry from her. She didn't know if she could endure another

second without the warmth of his hand.

They launched their hands at each other, interlaced

fingers, and clutched tightly in the strongest handclasp yet.

A shudder ripped through both of them as the dance of

their hands reached a quivering finale.

Did I just have an orgasm from playing with his hand?

Certainly not a full orgasmic experience, but it had the

same sort of excitement and a familiar peak. They had just

experienced something more climactic than she could ever

have imagined possible from simply touching hands.

Rebecca let an accidental moan slip out. She stared at him,

finally breaking the wordless spell. "What was that?"

O.E. flashed a mischievous look. "Something good."

She pulled her hand away and held it to her chest,

blushing and looking around to see if anyone had noticed

them. The restaurant seemed to be functioning normally,

oblivious to their erotic play. "Let's get out of here."

O.E. nodded, dropped some money on the table, and

stood up. He offered his hand to her. Before taking it, she

considered how wonderfully intense even one of his hands

could be. Imagine two hands. Imagine. . . Her imagination

was more than she could handle at the moment. She

suppressed the thoughts, and they left the restaurant.

For a few minutes, they walked hand in hand down the

street, quietly looking at the storefronts, the people, each

other. Then they were back at O.E.'s borrowed lodging. He

motioned to the door with his head, a silent invitation to

continue the evening.

Yes, I want you. Rebecca wondered if he would lift his

sex ban, now that they'd had such great foreplay in the

restaurant. She was certainly in the mood.