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Chapter 21 by foogrussy foogrussy

What next?

Hot chocolate and TV

You descend the stairs, feeling a little bashful after the shaving episode. The air on your bare legs, your panties cradling your stiff penis and the memory of your recent humiliation all seem to be conspiring to make you feel very turned on. You sit next to Rebeccah on the sofa, begin to sip your hot chocolate and start learning about the life of sea turtles on the TV.

Rebeccah's mother is reading a book and sipping her sherry, and thankfully the room is now dark enough that you can't see through her sheer robe. You can see the cover of her book has a picture of a muscled, shirtless man with long blonde hair kneeling in front of a woman. Some sort of romance novel, you guess.

The hot chocolate has an interesting and delicious blend of flavors, cinnamon, vanilla and other things you can't identify and you find you don't care. Rebeccah pulls a blanket from a basket next to the sofa and pulls it over the two of you. After a few moments, you feel her hand on your thigh and you look nervously over at her mother, but she appears oblivious as she reads.

A moment later, you feel her fingertips wander to the front of your panties. Touching you so lightly you can barely feel it, she traces her finger up and down the line along the underside of your throbbingly erect penis. You move your hand to her thigh, but she pushes it off, smiling at you devilishly. She teases you like that for a while, each time you start ot tremble or invoulentarily thrust your hips against her finger, she moves her hand back to your thigh until you cool down.

You watch the entire show in a delerious state of arousal, but also you are becoming very tired. By the time the show is finishing, your eyelids are drooping.

"It looks like someone is ready for bed," says Rebeccah's mother from her armchair. "Rebeccah, dear, why don't you take Sweet Boy up and tuck him in?"

Rebeccah leads you up the stairs and by the time she is pulling the blankets back, you practically fall into it. The last thing you remember is a soft kiss on your forehead.

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