Just barely

Fighting with all of my willpower, I ignore the aching of my loins. I stick myself to just massaging beside her panties.

Or at least, that's what I wanted. My hand moved so quickly, and almost reflexively I started massaging right over her slit, over top her panties.

She was so soft and warm, and to my surprise, slightly damp. So she was enjoying this too. Monica gasped loudly when I touched her. "Ah!" she cried out loud. But it wasn't a cry of pain or distress. It sounded more like surprise, but not one that's unpleasant.

She didn't say anything so I started massaging that area. Using my fingers right over her warm pussy. "Is that okay?" I asked her.

She hesitated and then nodded. "It doesn't hurt when you do that."

"Okay," I replied, emboldened by her response. "I'll take good care of you, Monica." My voice sounded much huskier than I intended, but the feeling of her warmth, her gasps and moans, and the way she started twitching seriously turned me on. This was so sexy.

I needed more though. Hearing her moan broke down any kind of resolve I may have had. She told me to take care of her, but there's more than one way to do that. And more than one need that needs to be met.

If I recall correctly, Monica hasn't had much experience with guys. I think she went to some preppy Catholic school. Society probably hasn't taught her that what we were doing was strange. All this I can use to my advantage. I wonder how far she'll let me know?