Ice Cream Party for 2
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Charlie wondered why he didnât finish his sentence. She could only assume what he had meant, but she feared she had gotten the wrong idea. Clicking her tongue, the girl shook her head in denial. âIâm n-not. Youâre really nice, you know? I t-trust you, and umm⌠If you w-want, you c-can tell me what to d-do, and Iâll do it. I c-can see youâre having a hard time, and I d-donât want you to feel weird or unc-comfortable because of what Iâm d-doing. Iâll help you and you c-can help me.âÂ
Another groan escaped. He didnât wanna push her. But her offer had him gripping the counter hard again, hips moving slightly against her hand. âIâm not uncomfortable in the way you think. Just the. . .same way you are that makes you squirm.â He had a strong mental image of his face buried between her legs as he finished himself off with his hand. Dave took a shuddering breath as he looked down at her. âDo what feels right. I donât want to . . .push you. And if thereâs something you want, ask.â It wasnât as though heâd say ânoâ to her.










