His whispers were quieter than Chris', so the distance between us kept me from hearing the words that elicited her responses.

"We jus-just shouldn't." Although Tiff seemed to be protesting, her body revealed her true feelings as it writhed upon the couch, her legs shifting more and more, spreading herself. One set of fingers tensed in his hair while the other latched onto his shoulder. "We just shouldn't."

For long moments this continued, him molding her breast with his mouth to her ear and her whimpering.

Then his hand once more dropped to the hem of her shirt. But Tiffany still wasn't quite convinced and she once again grabbed onto...