...eyed the order, slowly sliding his hand off her, but not before giving her a light peck on her left breast.
"Ah! Ben!" she squealed.
"Couldn't resist, love," he said, winking.
One day...one day, I'll get to do that without her clothes on...he sniggered.
Getting up fully, Ben then realized that all they did just now was on the floor of the RV, and it reminded him of the many times they used to wrestle and struggle on that same spot years back.
"What? What's so funny?" Gwen asked, readjusting her t-shirt.
Ben couldn't imagine any bigger of a turn-on.
There Gwen laid, hair in a wonderful tousled mess of auburn, t-shirt wrinkled and messed-up and her body almost eagle-spread.
"Nah, just thinking how we used to mess around on that same spot a few years back, remember? We were practically making out back then, too," he said, mischievously at that.
Gwen looked around for a good few seconds. The table legs were on her left, and the plate cabinet was on her right. Ben was right; this was the usual spot they used to tangle in for years. It sent a warm tingle down her spine when she remembered just how close they were when they had their physical bouts.
Since they were only 10, they couldn't have cared less about ...