By feeling her up

You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts and trying to make sense of everything.

‘Okay Becky,’ you began tentatively, ‘when you are thinking about self-defence, you need to be aware of the specific areas that a would be attacker will target. Is it okay if I touch you to demonstrate this?’

She nodded eagerly. ‘Of course!’

‘Okay, turn around and face away from me.’ As she complied, you gently placed one arm around her neck, your hand on her shoulder.

‘Now, this isn’t about you defending yourself, this is about understanding how somebody might approach you. An arm around the neck is common, like this.’

Becky was relaxed in your grip, she did not seem to see anything odd here.

‘But then, an assailant is likely to go further. Like this.’ You reached your other hand up and placed it on her breast over her sweater. You felt her tense slightly, but her tit felt so soft in your hand.

‘Is this okay?’

She turned her head to you. ‘It’s fine. But go easy, you are meant to be attacking me. So far you are just making me horny.’

You blushed a little at this, even though you were trying to take advantage of your friend.

‘And then, things can go further still.’ Both hands were now on her breasts, squeezing slightly. You could feel her nipples just starting to stiffen under her clothes.

‘Hmmm,’ she moaned quietly. ‘You are a good teacher, Sam.’

‘Now, by this point you will want to apply some defence techniques. Otherwise,’ you paused while you slipped both hands underneath her top, stroking her flat tummy before cupping both breasts again. Your cock was by now hard in your jeans, straining against the denim. You rubbed your thumbs over her erect nipples, teasing. ‘Otherwise, things can go even further. Or even…’

Now you slid one hand down past the waist of Becky’s jeans, feeling the heat of her pussy as you parted her thighs and placed your hand between her legs. She half turned her face to you, and you could see that her mouth was open as she sighed at your touch. ‘…even further.’

You continued to thumb your friend’s nipple, now also stroking her pussy gently through her jeans. ‘You see, if you don’t resist, you can easily find yourself overwhelmed. Unprotected. Exposed.’

You withdraw your hands, allowing her to turn to face you. ‘Did that make sense?’ you ask.

‘Perfect sense,’ she replied. ‘I’m looking forward to you teaching me more.’