Jake slid his hand inside my shirt and stroked my stomach and breasts, his lips never leaving mine. His hand felt warm and rough against my skin.
"Nn..no Jake, not here!" I said weakly. It felt so good. The last thing I wanted was for him to stop touching me but we were at school!
"You don't sound too convincing," he said and unzipped my skirt then slipped his fingers inside my underwear.
"JAKE!" I protested but a moan escaped from my throat. Pleasure jolted through my veins at the mere touch of his finger on my clit.
"Shh....keep your voice down or we might get in trouble," Jake whispered in my ear.
He moved his finger in and out. I'm ashamed to admit that despite my protests, I was soaking wet down there.
"Does this feel good?" Jake asked. His voice sounded so deep and gentle that
