“Better?” she murmured, her mouth close to my ear.

I shook my head. “No.”

“Well, here.” She slid her hand under the covers. “Maybe like this.” I swallowed hard as Mrs. B’s hand slid below my navel, rubbing the taut, flat surface of my belly. She was gentle, tender, rubbing it in slow, easy circles.

“Is it your period?” Her fingers moved a little further down. They touched the top of my pubic hair now.

“No.”

She continued to knead my flesh, and I felt her breath against my cheek. Her arm brushed across the side of my breast with her motion, making me tingle. She must have known I was completely naked under the covers.

I turned a little toward her, and now my nipple rubbed against her upper arm as she moved her fingers lower, bit by bit. Her hand slipped over my pubic bone. I felt my breath coming faster and tried to control it. Her breasts pressed tight against my back. I felt the generous swell and shift of them when she moved.

“Better yet?” She kissed my cheek. The light had grown dimmer, and I could barely see her outline now, but I felt the weight and heat of her behind me.

“A little.” I shifted on the bed and felt her fingers dip between my already swollen, wet lips. Gasping, I pulled away from her hand.

“It’s okay.” She put her whole hand over my mound. “This might make you feel better.”

I drew a shaky breath. Her hand just massaged me, covering my lips, her fingers not moving inside. I sighed, closing my eyes. It felt so good I could barely stand it. Her arm moved over my nipple as she worked her hand slowly between my legs. I let out a little moan, squirming under her.

I turned a little more towards her. Her mouth was right there, so close I felt her breath on my face. She smelled of beer or alcohol, and something sweet that was just the scent of her. “I have to tell you something.”