I can’t deny it. He made me wet. Am I going to lose my virginity to him tonight? Am I ready?
Mr. Thomson had been playing with the hem of my bikini bottom for a while now, watching my reaction with fervor.
If he wants to play, then I’ll play with him.
“It’s your fault that I’m wet.” I got the glass of water he put at the side and drank from it. But I after a gulp, I purposely closed my mouth to let water spill from my lips, falling down to my chin, then to my breasts down to my bikini. I can see his eyes follow the water down.
I giggled softly, making him return his gaze at me. I just had this crazy idea in my head.
There’s some water left from the glass and I did what I had to do. It’s not fair that I was the only one who’s wet here. I place my hand with the glass over his shoulde
