A few more movements on her part and I was panting. I tried to cover
it up, but I felt sure she must hear it. She must know, my body was
adding it’s own motions, grinding the statue against my crotch. But I
bite down, suppressing the sounds trying to escape from my throat. I
fought to hide, not only from the pursuing frat members, but from the
girl who had quietly become my best friend.
Her fingers rested on my waist, and moved to my hips as she continued
to check for our victims. For myself, every touch she made brought
more heat to my cheeks. I could even imagine feeling her nipples
rubbing against my back. I prayed to myself for a soft gentle orgasm,
that she not know how her body had aroused me.