Bring them up closer to Juliet's pussy

Juliet's perfect nude form was pressed against me, my arms around her body, my hands pressed into her thighs. The frost in my fingers was disappearing, and I began to be able to feel them again. Thereafter I was focused on feeling every inch of her skin that I could. So soft, so warm. I could feel her heartbeat through her legs. Her pace was rapid, but maybe that was because of the whole ordeal we just faced.

But still, I couldn't sit still. Monica had put on her earplugs, and Juliet was seemingly beginning to sleep. My hands were actually starting to get sweaty now, being clasped together like this. So I needed to break them apart. Of course, I could have just pulled away from her thighs, maybe even wrap them around Juliet's waist, or just in front of her, or by her chest.

But where was the fun in that?

"Sorry, cramp," I whispered, leaving that as the full explanation, as I tried to separate my hands. Juliet obliged wordlessly while separating her legs. That was my chance. I spread my hands still between her things, letting my right hand go ever so slightly upwards. With so little space to maneuver, I just so happened to let my fingers brush up against the outside of Juliet's pussy.

Juliet gasped. She was so warm, which meant my fingers must still be quite cold.

"You okay?" I whispered, almost directly into her ear. I tried to play it cool, who knows if I could even feel my fingers yet.

"Um, yeah," she whispered back. "A-are your hand warm yet?"

I smiled devilishly. "It's starting to come back," I reply. "They just got so cold from the snow. Just a little longer, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered, her voice sounding quite flustered. The cold makes everything more sensitive. Even right now, my skin was electrified by Juliet's touch. I couldn't imagine what she must be feeling.

But I didn't have to wait. I began to rub my hands around her thighs. Trying to get feeling back in them, or so Juliet must have thought. "That's nice," I told her.

"Y-yeah... nice." She said, and I could have sworn she was stifling a moan. And even more, I could feel her pussy start to dampen from all this friction. She must have been even more sensitive than I thought. Or maybe Mike hasn't been around in a while. Maybe this is going too far though? It was quickly becoming obvious that my fingers would be plenty warm by now. All Juliet had to do was pull my hands away and this wonderful dream would be over. And then in the morning she would probably never speak to me again. So I really shouldn't continue, should I?