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don’t want me to tell you?”
    “Don’t ask about that.”
    “ Okay.” He sat there looking at
her. “What do you do for fun?”
    She shook her head again.
    “I shouldn’t ask about you at all?”
    “ I’m not
going to fall in love with you,” she said. “I’m not going to marry you. So what’s the
point?”
    He looked a
little offended, but she was pretty sure he was pretending. “You’re not going to fall for me? You know that
already?”
    “Yep.”
    “That’s sudden.”
    She leaned
forward, spoke quietly, “You’re a pervert. You leer at innocent women in the dark. Of course I’m not
going to fall for you.”
    He grinned.
    “I might fuck you though.”
    “ Oh,” he
said, and seemed quite surprised by that. “That’s good, then.”
    “I think so.”
    He sat
quietly for a while, like he didn’t know what to say next. After a while, Kristen took off her shoes, undid
them and dropped them on the floor and swung herself around so she
was sitting facing him, her toes on the couch, against his
leg.
    “Don’t,” she said, since he was obviously
trying to see up her dress.
    He looked at
her for a while. “I can rub
them.”
    “Rub what?”
    “ You’re
feet. If they’re sore.”
    She wanted to
say that wasn’t why she’d taken off her shoes, but didn’t
bother. She nodded, and held out one
foot.
    He did, and
he did it well. Like he had before.
Holding her foot pretty tight, so it didn’t tickle, running his
thumbs up and down the length of her arch
    “ You haven’t
got a fetish or something have you?” she said. “About feet?”
    “ Nope,” he
said. “Have you?”
    “Not about feet.”
    He looked up, suddenly.
    “ Flashing
people,” she said. “Obviously.”
    “Really?”
    She
shrugged. Then, because she was actually
after him in a way and didn’t want to put him off, she said, “I
didn’t actually know until tonight, but apparently.”
    He grinned,
and kept rubbing her foot. It was
actually quite nice to get a foot-rub at a party. Nicer than
talking to strangers or passing out or whatever else she might be
doing otherwise.
    She took that foot away after a while, and
gave him the other, and he looked up her dress when she did, but
she didn’t mind, especially.
    He started
rubbing her calf. It felt good, like an
actual massage.
    “ Sit down
here,” he said. “You’ll be more
comfortable.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “And I can reach more easily.”
    “ Reach what?”
she said, but slid off the couch arm and sat beside him, her feet
in his lap. She leaned back on her
elbows, and watched him, and he rubbed higher up her legs. Rubbed
her thigh.
    And then
rubbed ever higher. His hands were up
under her dress, and he was watching her. She ignored him, looked
around the room, let him work out how to grope her best.
    He moved a
bit, to reach, and got his hand all the way up to her hip. He
wasn’t massaging now, wasn’t rubbing hard, he was being all slow
and soft and teasing. She closed her
eyes, and sighed. She couldn’t really help it.
    After a while she realized he was hesitating,
like he wasn’t sure how far she wanted to go.
    She looked
around. There people nearby, standing and
talking, some in chairs opposite them, and another couple behind
him, further down the couch. No-one seemed to be paying any
attention.
    “ Go on,” she
said, and he slid his fingers inside her underwear. She’d expected a bit of an outside rub, but he
went up the inside of her leg, and over her lips, and right inside
her. She was so wet he slipped straight in, and he felt so good she
shivered, and bit her lip, and just sat there without
moving.
    She closed
her eyes. She was being fingered in a
crowded room, and no-one seemed to know or care. It was
hot.
    She slid a
little closer. Bent one leg, and put the
other right across him, so she was pressed against him and his hand
up her dress was less obvious. As she moved she bumped Amber on the
other side of him, who looked at her.
    “Sorry,” Kristen