Her chest was finally naked and Grant had stopped paying attention to it. Gail didn't understand that. If she had expected anything, she had expected him to be even more obsessed with it now than before, but instead he was looking for her bottom and ignoring her boobs altogether. It struck her that maybe his objective was simply getting her completely naked, and her mind began to balk, even though her hands still clung to him. She might have been able to allude to sex in a conversation, but actually getting pulling off her knickers in the locker room where she could hear the clanking noise of boys in the next room . . . that was a whole different ball of wax.

Gail felt very small there, compressed beneath him as she was. It was an exciting sort of feeling, and unnerving, too. The pressure of his hips against her, and of his leg between hers, was starting to send up sparks every time she closed her eyes, and there was too much going on in general to be able to think quite straight. Gail really really wanted to give the impression that she was mistress of herself in this situation. She wanted to be cool about it and to maintain her poise. Hiccupping was not a part of the plan. When they started, she tensed up her stomach, trying to stop them, but the next hiccup came even louder than the others. She felt ridiculous. And then Grant was laughing at her.

"Noooooooo," Gail whined, pressing her face flat into the front of his bare chest. It was NOT adorable. She did not want to be adorable for hiccups at a moment like this. She wanted to be wonderful and amazing and gorgeous. Not adorable. She looked down, examining the shape of her breasts while they were pressed against his body, and pulled her hair over her freckled shoulder when she noticed how obvious they were in this light. Gail held her breath again, hoping, and traced her fingernails light against his skin as she silently hiccupped again and again. Spreading her hand out flat, she ran it under his arm and around his back, easing over the scarred surface of his skin. She gasped for breath, hiccupped, and held her breath again, holding him tight to her.



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