I looked at her, at her face, she was biting her lower lip with her teeth, nothing more. May not have even known she was doing that. But she was looking my way now, watching. Definitely watching. Desire rising in her, her cheeks were flushed. Desire, and with it a nervousness. I continued, though at one point as I attempted to tug her bra higher, wanting to feel her nipples to expose her breasts beneath the jersey, her hand covered mine. Sudden, but not hard, a soft hand pressed to her breast where my hand was. Stopping me. The rules of red light green light, and I relented. She did...