His thoughts had been running along the lines of a washcloth soaked in icy water (a cold shower in miniature, basically), but when he heard Katelynn’s offer, Jack paused. “Really? Um, that is, I mean, you don’t have to. I thought you just wanted to cuddle?”
She smiled at him and shifted a bit to look as enticing as possible, trying to give emphasis on her small bust by leaning on him a bit more. “Well yes…but cuddling can evolve into something more.” She wrinkled her nose in amusement at how flirty she was being, feeling so unlike herself but having fun with this.
He shifted nervously on the couch, where the two of them were curled together. Although he was still deeply embarrassed (he was thirty, he shouldn’t be getting overexcited like some horny teenager who’d never touched a girl before!), her words, and the mental images they conjured up, were very tempting.
“That … might be nice.” With a shy smile, Jack leaned in and kissed her.
Now she couldn’t help but wonder if every time they cuddled he was hiding it from her but either way she responded to his kiss with fervor, leaning into him more and breathing through her nose.
Her hand traveled slowly down his chest where it had been resting earlier, down his stomach to gently rest upon the bulge in his pants, gently massaging it.
The thing was, this didn’t happen every time they cuddled; that was what made it so embarrassing. But Jack had been thinking about how happy he was to have Katelynn back, and that had turned into thinking about how nice it felt to have her warm, soft curves so close against his body – with his train of thought going that way, an erection had been inevitable.
He hummed softly against her lips, so relieved that she didn’t think the less of him for this. When she began rubbing him through his pants, he moaned a little, his hips instinctively shifting as he pressed his arousal against her hand. Whatever Katelynn wanted to do, he would enjoy it.
Jack Maple 