"Barry… don't… Ohhhhh!"
"I love your feet. They're so small and thin."
"Barry!" I kicked free somehow, Barry fell alongside me and hugged my silk-sheathed body to his. He was warm. Our hearts thumped loud in the darkened room. He took my hand and pushed it down against his crotch.
"Unzip me," he breathed, tongue wetting my earlobe.
"Why should I?"
"You look fantastic in red, you know that?" He fingered my ear. "Because your hair is so dark, I guess."
Barry was trying to get under the hem of my dress again. I didn't really want to get him too worked up… well, not so that he'd freak out or anything. A guy had done that to me once when we'd parked out by the lake. He'd threatened to commit suicide if I didn't let him screw me. I didn't let him. He survived. But the vibes had been mean.
Still and all, if I kept letting Barry get his hand under my clothes, he'd think it was some kind of conquest and push all the harder for what he really wanted. Maybe I'd have more control if I was doing the touching.
I fingered his zipper teasingly. Boy, did I know how to tease!
"Promise you'll be good."
"I promise!" Barry gasped. He stopped moving his hand but let it rest halfway up my thigh. His touch felt a little too good for me to be comfortable.
"Take your hand out from under my dress, please." I knew how to make my voice as cold as ice cubes. Barry moved his fingers down to my knee. Then I unzipped him. He fumbled his belt loose quickly. I hadn't had that in mind, but…