Chapter 23

Surprised, I gasped. Up until then, I had

written the butt squeezing, the brief nipple touch, and him holding

me as just possible signs of affection, of some sort of kindness,

but as I felt his hands on my pecs zero in on both of my nipples, I

knew that we were beginning to get sexual.

His hands felt different than human skin,

warmer, moister; I was exceptionally aware of his touch. I moaned

as his hands began to tweak my nipples. I was tense, worried, and

tired. It had been a week since I had sex with Esteban, and God

only knows how much longer it had been before that. I had been

through a lot lately, and my body was starved for some sort of

release.

I felt what must have been his penis pushing

up against my stomach. It felt huge, but it was hard for me to

decipher its exact shape as if there was still something between

our bodies. I remembered how lizards kept their male parts inside

until they were ready to use, and I wondered if that was the case