Kaori is a Ball of Embarrassment!

Kaori watched the entire movie curled up in her shy, balled up posture. You couldn’t resist glancing at your wife whenever a sex scene would come on. She would throw her hands over her face, yet clearly leave more than enough space between her fingers to peek through. As if doing so would perverse her modesty somehow. It was a posture you’d seen her take sometimes when watching hentai.

After the film, you teased her about her skittish reactions, pointing out that, being an art film, it was actually a lot tamer than some of the hardcore shit she liked to watch.

“That’s different! Mphhphph! This was…this was in public. People could see we were watching that!”

You jokingly pointed out how unlikely it was that anyone would specifically have been paying attention to them in the darkened theater. But, she just gave a feminine grunt and shoved you with her shoulder. A gesture that didn’t hurt much considering her petite frame. You kept teasing her as you gathered up the books and started back to your house. But, gently, taking great care never to truly make fun of her or make her uncomfortable.