Chapter 14 by dialectic

How do you respond?

Take Sarah's hint

You think again about the encounter with Mr. Carl in the Faculty Lounge, and the fact that Sarah is being very lenient with you lifting her dress and touching her leg.

"Well," you reply, "I could feel between your legs," you say, trying to slip your hand between her thighs.

Sarah blushes. "But there is nothing between my legs, for the most part, when they're pressed together like this. Even when I spread them apart," she says, opening them slightly to allow your hand between them, "the only thing between them is air."

You move your hand further up. Sarah shivvers as your hand slides up her thigh.

"What I should have said, is that I could feel where your legs join, to see whether you are a girl," you reply. As your hand reaches up to her join, she lifts herself up to allow you to reach underneath her with your fingers. You feel her pussy lips. "And from what I can tell, you are a girl."

"Yes, that is correct," Sarah says, huskily. "But I do not see how you could have been so certain before confirming things directly. You must be prone to making some quite terrible blunders, making such assumptions as you do."

A voice interrupts. "Dude, what are you doing?"

Roger, a friend of a friend, has noticed you reaching your hand underneath Sarah. He's looking at you with astonishment. "Mrs. Fletcher's going to have your hides!"

Sarah blushed furiously, but tries to get control of the situation. "If you must know, my study partner Michael was just confirming to his satisfaction that I am a girl. It's really none of your business," she says, with a warning tone to her voice.

"He's practically fingering you!" he says.

"If he were," Sarah says, trying to think of what to say, "... that is as it would be. As it is, it isn't," she says.

"Roger, Michael, Sarah. What is the meaning of this?" says Mrs. Fletcher.