He felt his penis get more and more engorged as he considered what this meant. At worst it didn’t seem she was angry he figured, and at best?
As she rearranged her papers, looking down, Jake shook his head. He had made a number of bad decisions regarding Becky, and he didn’t want to make another one. He had to do what was right.
“Becky?”
“Yes” she replied quickly looking him in the eyes for just a fraction of a second before averting them and looking somewhere off to his left.
“I just want to say again how sorry I was for what happened last week. I didn’t mean to upset you, and it was wrong of me, and if you think it would be better for your mom to be here when I come around I’d understand.”
Becky again looked straight into Jake’s eyes, holding them this time. “No, that’s ok.” She looked away, her cheeks reddening slightly. “And I’m not upset. And. . . . so you’d know I’m not mad I wore what I wore that day.” She looked down at the table for a moment. “And I’m sorry I walked in on you last week. I guess if you liked my . . . panties that much, it would’ve been ok for you to take them.”
Jake’s eyes inadvertently went to hallway, and her bedroom.
“Oh,” she said quickly. “They’re not there anymore. . . . I’m . . . wearing them today.” Becky looked up once again with a shy smile. Jake saw how much quicker she seemed to be breathing. Becky took a deep breath, .” . . . I think they’re the right ones. . . should you check?”
Jake stood and slowly walked around the table as Becky turned her chair facing outwards then sat back, her legs tightly together, ankles crossed with her hands protectively on her lap. He knelt down about five feet from her, his head level with her chest and took in the beautiful site before him.
He looked at her white calves up to her knees, tightly pressed together and the inch or so of flesh showing before the hem of her skirt. Her hands were clasped together pushing the skirt into the crevice between her knees, obscuring the view he was so longing to see. Her bottom was pushed to the back of the chair and as he looked at the white shirt laid over the top of her skirt, he saw her squirm a little, shifting the weight from side to side. He followed her buttons up to her chest and with her bare arms pressed together admired her chest, heaving with her quickened breaths. And then he looked at her beautiful face, her lips slightly parted allowing her accelerated breathing.
“Oh, ” she said suddenly, .” . . . am I . . . am I supposed to .. .lift it?”
Jake couldn’t help but notice how nervous she was. “Can I? He asked, sliding a bit forward, now within arms length of her knees. She nodded slowly.
He shuffled up to her until he was just inches from her legs. Slowly he reached up and put his hands over her wrists. At the first touch her heard the smallest gasp from Becky, and looking up he smiled at her and gently lifted her hands from her lap. Caressing her wrists lightly with his thumbs he brought her hands down on either side of her, hands now grasping the chair.