a little tease, a little reflection

Abbie slid the very end of her fingertip into the top of Jake's boxers. He was already rock hard, but just the idea of one of her fingers pulling the material away from his skin had Jake electrified. He was so turned on by the mere potential of Abbie doing something that he sometimes wanted to stay in that state of 'almost' without progressing to the 'actual.' (Of course, he did want to get to the actual, and there was never any doubt that they would get to the actual.)

"Mm, Abbie ..." Jake started. "Can you go slow?"

Abbie smiled at him. "Of course I can. It's a tease. For both of us."

"Do you like teasing?" he asked.

"Ooh, you know I do." Abbie bit her lip and felt warmth rush to her face.

A tease should be arousing for both players. The one being teased is clearly aroused through suspension and resistance. Abbie tucked her finger into Jake's boxers, implying that her hand might go further, might touch more of his skin, might take hold of his cock, might advance their sexual play to something more intense. And by not doing those things, but instead by only taking the initial step -- one finger to the waistband of his underwear -- everything else was still a fantasy. Everything else was still a future yet to be.

And then, the one doing the teasing gets excited on two fronts. First, there is always the same suspense, the actions that are suggested without (yet) being fulfilled. But it's amplified by the second layer, which is control. Abbie was in charge of this moment, Abbie was the one deciding how long to sustain the suspense, and when exactly to move her hand further into Jake's boxers. She could linger on the waistband for ten seconds, twenty, a minute. She got to decide when it was time to advance the tease, either to the next stage of suspense (two fingers? her whole hand?) or to skip ahead to whatever else might be in store.

Abbie definitely liked teasing, especially if it was teasing Jake. He was such a reliable partner in that way -- delivered exactly the response she hoped for. They both knew that eventually the tease would pay off, that eventually the fantasy would be fulfilled, and neither of them would be left confused or misled.

Jake's entire experience with Abbie -- everything going back to the first day at their office when she answered yes to the question he never thought he'd ask -- was a fantasy to him. Of course, he had no idea how Abbie saw it. They had talked of it a little at dinner earlier that night. Jake marveled that their conversation over dinner was just a mere two hours ago. Somehow it felt like forever ago. That was before they met Michelle. That was before the bar. And now ...

Michelle was watching Abbie patiently, but also very horny and looking ahead to what might come next. She had one hand idly rubbing her cunt, and with the other, was touching the tips of her fingers to her tongue. "I can't decide where I want it more," she said, half to herself. She swallowed, and took a breath. "In my mouth, my soft wet tongue swirling around the tip ... or in my pussy, which -- if you were wondering -- is wetter than my mouth."

Jake grinned. He could not figure out how he was blessed with this unearthly experience. Abbie was already the greatest thing to happen to Jake, and now here was Michelle, hot and heavy, doing everything to rise to Abbie's level. When he stopped to think about it, he couldn't even really fathom how it had come to be. Until he met Abbie, Jake never even considered something like that. And yet now, he was in his hotel room, his not-really-a-girlfriend and a nearly complete stranger (both naked), and on the verge of what was likely going to be some kind of threesome. As he replayed the narrative in his mind, Jake had **** but to laugh at his own reality.

"What's so funny?" Abbie asked, still toying with the waistband of his boxers.

Jake shook his head and looked at her. "Nothing. I'm just -- tonight has been quite a ride."

"Buckle up, buttercup," said Michelle. "It may be late, but I'm expecting a top tier performance. You got more in you?"

Jake nodded. "I think so."

"What about you?" Michelle asked, looking at Abbie.

Now it was Abbie's turn to laugh. Something about Michelle was funny to her. She was so aggressive and so not anything Abbie ever thought she'd find herself interested in -- and yet here they were. "Yes, I always have more."

"Utterly amazing," Michelle said under her breath.