"Here," Juliet said as she grabbed both my hands and put them between her legs. I gasped. She was so warm, and her legs were so smooth. She must have just shaved.
I heard some mumbling, but I was completely unable to process the words. I was engrossed in the feeling of her softness on each of my fingers. "Christy?" Juliet asked for what I hoped was just the second time.
"Oh, um, yeah?" I managed to spit out.
"Is that better?" I realized how lucky I was that she was facing away from me right now, or she would see just how red my face is.
I nodded into her back and said, "uh, that's nice."
Suddenly, Monica's voice called from the other side of the bed. "Okay, that's it. I'm putting in earplugs. We're trying to sleep, remember?" Monica frustratly shuffled a bit, and I could tell she was as far away from us as possible. Which of course meant as far away from out body heat as possible.
"Here that, Christy? We should keep it down," Juliet joked.
"Yeah, wouldn't want to keep the neighbors up," I laughed. The air was much lighter now, but my mind was swimming. I was fully pressed against her, I was inhaling her scent and now my hands were tantalizingly close to her most private spot. Unconsciously, I started to plan how I might work my hands upwards. I thought about jerking my arms and saying I had a cramp, or sneezing and my hands 'slip', or just moving them myself and letting her figure it out. But maybe I shouldn't, right? Maybe I should just let her sleep. She's just being courteous and warming up my hands before hypothermia sets in. But can I let this opportunity pass?
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