Faith's hand was under her shirt now, stroking George's skin. Any moment now she'd try to cop a feel. And she was writhing around on top of George in that boneless way she had, rubbing her groin against George and making a point of pressing her breasts against George's. Faith's nipples were getting hard too; George could feel them stiffening as she dragged them across George's body, separed only by the thin material of their shirts.
"No," George insisted, catching hold of Faith's wrist and drawing down out of her shirt. Not that she could forcibly stop her if it came to a wrestling match, but...she wanted to make her point.
Faith was doing what she always did, pushing and prodding and teasing and--this time George didn't like it. Oh, it was working--Faith knew what turned her on and didn't hesitate to push George's buttons. Her breathing was a little ragged and George could feel the flush on her cheeks, she knew they'd be pink if she looked in a mirror. Faith's weren't the only nipples reacting either.
But--damn it! This was one kink George didn't share. Just because Faith knew how to get her excited didn't mean she was into this. Faith didn't believe it, of course, and why should she? George had happily shared her bed with Faith and Chloe and Jack--and now Bill too! Why should Faith doubt that George would jump at the chance to bed Daniel too?
"No," George said again, more heatedly, though she was angry at herself rather than Faith. Her mother's voice was so clear that it sounded like she was there on the island with her. What did you expect, George? When you screw around indiscriminately....
"I. Have. Not." George said to Faith. And it was true for once. George had not spent a lot of time thinking of Daniel in That Way. Oh sure, he was handsome. Most of the guys on this island were nice to look at. That didn't exactly make him stand out. But he was such a boy scout, always worrying about everyone. He hardly took time to eat or sleep, much less play around.
And hell, if Faith couldn't trip him after a month of trying, what were the odds that anyone could? Even if she had thought about it, it's not like she ever intended to act on it.
Faith's lecherous grin had slowly faded and she'd gone still. George began to hope that she was getting through to her. George looked her square in the face. "Seducing Daniel was your fantasy," George reminded her. "Not mine."
Faith lifted her weight off of George, crouching on her hands and knees. George scrambled backwards until she could sit up and hug her knees to her chest. She was still breathing hard, but not from excitement now. George looked away as she spoke. "So congratulations, you succeeded. I'm glad you all had fun. If you want to do it again, knock yourselves out. Fuck your brains out!"
"No," George insisted, catching hold of Faith's wrist and drawing down out of her shirt. Not that she could forcibly stop her if it came to a wrestling match, but...she wanted to make her point.
Faith was doing what she always did, pushing and prodding and teasing and--this time George didn't like it. Oh, it was working--Faith knew what turned her on and didn't hesitate to push George's buttons. Her breathing was a little ragged and George could feel the flush on her cheeks, she knew they'd be pink if she looked in a mirror. Faith's weren't the only nipples reacting either.
But--damn it! This was one kink George didn't share. Just because Faith knew how to get her excited didn't mean she was into this. Faith didn't believe it, of course, and why should she? George had happily shared her bed with Faith and Chloe and Jack--and now Bill too! Why should Faith doubt that George would jump at the chance to bed Daniel too?
"No," George said again, more heatedly, though she was angry at herself rather than Faith. Her mother's voice was so clear that it sounded like she was there on the island with her. What did you expect, George? When you screw around indiscriminately....
"I. Have. Not." George said to Faith. And it was true for once. George had not spent a lot of time thinking of Daniel in That Way. Oh sure, he was handsome. Most of the guys on this island were nice to look at. That didn't exactly make him stand out. But he was such a boy scout, always worrying about everyone. He hardly took time to eat or sleep, much less play around.
And hell, if Faith couldn't trip him after a month of trying, what were the odds that anyone could? Even if she had thought about it, it's not like she ever intended to act on it.
Faith's lecherous grin had slowly faded and she'd gone still. George began to hope that she was getting through to her. George looked her square in the face. "Seducing Daniel was your fantasy," George reminded her. "Not mine."
Faith lifted her weight off of George, crouching on her hands and knees. George scrambled backwards until she could sit up and hug her knees to her chest. She was still breathing hard, but not from excitement now. George looked away as she spoke. "So congratulations, you succeeded. I'm glad you all had fun. If you want to do it again, knock yourselves out. Fuck your brains out!"
"Just leave me out of it."
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