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"Yeah. I doubt I'll see him again, though," she smiles, making direct eye contact now. Her hand drifts back under the table, and I can feel it resting on the thigh of my jeans. My breath catches in my throat.
"Right."
"Funny story, though..." She continues, as if nothing is happening, and maybe nothing is truly happening. It's hard to tell between women, whether they're flirting, or just being friendly. Besides, to my knowledge, Bethany is completely straight. I try to just treat it as a platonic touch, swallowing away the excitement, and blinking hard, as if trying to readjust the way I see her.
"Yeah?"
"The other night... Oh, I can't," she reconsiders, suddenly embarrassed. She cutely nuzzles her face into my upper arm, playing coy. Something between my legs stirs. As if the muscles there are waking up.
"What?" I encourage, as casually as possible.
"I had a bet with the guys at work on who could pick up this girl."
"Oh yeah?" I nod, ears perking up. Does she mean, which of the guys could pick her up? Or... Just then, she leans in, close to my ear. Her hand follows, perhaps unconsciously, moving towards my inner thigh, between my legs. My pussy instinctively tightens, as if trying to grab onto something. She giggles, then confesses, in a wet whisper.
"And I totally won."
