Yes, but you aren't going to admit it.

Though his rough treatment, domineering attitude (and handling of your breasts) is getting you plenty wet (hell, he could probably see that you’d soaked clean through your short-shorts, one of the problems with not wearing panties…) but you’d burn in hell before you admitted that the little punk had gotten you hotter than anyone else, boyfriend, teacher, salesmen, opposing football star, opposing football team, anyone…

You shook your head ‘no,’ not trusting your tongue to do your bidding.

“No?” he asked mockingly, releasing your breasts, first from his hands, then from the tube top that had barely covered them. Your rock-hard nipples would make it clear that you’re lying, even without the growing stain on the front of your short-shorts. “So, what? It’s just really cold?” his eyes wander down your perfect hourglass figure, “And you’ve suddenly lost bladder control?”