Yes

You shook you leg a bit, eyes moving around the roof. The door was closed, but not locked. From where you were both sitting, you'd have time to get into neutral positions if anyone opened it. And if it was just for a minute...

"Okay," you finally said, staring away from James.

"Okay?" he asked. "Okay what?"

Was he really going to make you say it? You sighed, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. "Okay... you can feel them..." you said. "Just really quick."

His face brightened and he twisted toward you. "Really?" he asked. "Dude, Alex, you're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah..." you said, turning to match him. He reached up slowly, almost like he was expecting you to revoke your permission, then touched your breasts, squeezing them through your sweatshirt. He made a face, then pulled his hands away. You were a little surprised that he was so quick about it, until he quickly lifted the bottom of your sweatshirt and slid his hands under, grabbing your breasts directly. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I couldn't really feel them through the sweatshirt," he said. Your anger slipped away. That... made a bit of sense, you guessed. He squeezed your boobs, running his fingers over them. You hated to admit it, but it felt kind of nice. His hands were strong, and the way he was going at them...

Then his fingers brushed your nipples, and you let out a little squeak of surprise as a jolt of pleasure shot directly from them down toward your stomach. You pulled back, surprised, and James let his hands fall away. He looked surprised, then grinned. "Did that feel good?"

"Shut up, dude!" you said. You could feel your face heating up, and your nipples dragging against the fabric of your sweatshirt. Why were they so hard?

"I mean, if it felt good we could keep going..."

You stared at him, mouth agape, and shook your head. It had felt nice, but... no. No way. You were not going to let him paw at you any more. "Lunch is gonna be over soon, we should start heading back."

His smile faded, and he checked his phone. "Yeah, guess you're right." He grabbed his trash and stood up. You followed suit, and both of you started back toward the cafeteria to get rid of the trash. You were left hoping this would make the awkwardness go away and that it would never be brought up again. Well, that and for a quiet afternoon.