Chapter 10

• I was proud my hands only shook a little as I popped the button from its hole. My pulse had to be visible in my throat. Olivia just watched with perfect calmness as I slipped the denim down my smooth legs. The sensation of the jeans and the feeling of Olivia’s brown eyes drinking me in had me wetter than I’d ever been. I wore red panties to match, and shivered when the air hit the moistened fabric. As I moved, my pussy slid against the silk material.
• “Now your bra.”
• Perhaps another time, or if Olivia had been a man, I would have teased her. I would have played the age-old game of flirting, of withholding something the other partner wanted. Maybe I would have said something cliche like “you first”. Maybe I would have lowered one strap and pouted.