Chapter 20: Getting on My Nerves
Aunt Billy stays true to her word—fifteen minutes after she leaves, on the dot, someone knocks on the door. Good thing, too. Dan has both hands down the back of my boxers, his fingers curved between my buttocks, pressing into me and rubbing in maddening circles that make me rise up into his palms, and my erection tents through the fly of the shorts to rub against his stomach where his shirt’s pulled up to expose his navel. Without that knock, someone would’ve walked right in on this, even though we know we don’t really have the time right now to live out this passion. Whoever it is outside knocks again, a small sound made by a small fist, and Dan extracts his hands from my shorts. Reluctantly, I snap up the fly, tucking myself back into the confines of the
