Of course I look

"Of course I look," she says, rolling her eyes. "I stare. I memorize. I fantasize," she says and rolls her eyes. But girls aren't creepy bitches when we look and guys do like to be noticed," she continues. "Well, okay, most of us aren't. But the catcalling, the staring lecherously, the licking your lips, that needs to stop," Mel says quietly.

You clear your throat, trying to focus on the road, but you're having a hard time. A very hard time. Of course, you can't get the view of Mel's snatch out of your mind, either. Fuck, was she...wet? Was that a fresh sheen of pussy juice you saw on her.

"See?" she said, snapping you back to reality. You almost rolled through a four-way stop sign you were so distracted. "You can't stop thinking about this, but you're not looking at me like a creepy fucker. And um...while you were distracted, I was looking, too..." she admitted. You look at Mel's face again, but not before raking your eyes up over her body and she had shifted her legs again.

She's definitely soaked. Her nipples are hard. Her pulse is pounding in her neck; you could see her jugular jump for three rabbit-fast heartbeats. She was biting her lower lip and her eyes were locked on mine.

"See, you didn't even know. But I'm not going to forget," Mel said. "Not that I haven't gotten a good look before..." she said half-under her breath.

"Now," she said getting even more...comfortable...in the car seat, propping her right leg on the dash and cocking her left leg out. "We need to work on you reading signals..." and it takes every inch of...resolve...you have to not dive between her thighs right then and there.