Mael was in his room with Filia, he was at his workbench while his girlfriend watched a movie on his TV. One of Mael's music cassette tapes had malfunctioned, causing the magnetic tape inside to come loose and scatter. He was now trying to fix it with his tools while Filia was watching a movie on TV in his room with Samson.
The young man paused what he was doing, placed his tools on the table, and sighed; this was proving more difficult than he had expected. He looked back and saw Filia, lying on her stomach, her back to him, swinging her legs, carefree as she watched the movie.
Mael smiled, but soon his gaze would drift down her back and, well...Filia was still wearing that school skirt of hers. That skirt that covered absolutely nothing.
Mael never said anything about it because he didn't want to embarrass the girl, but damn, he could almost completely see both of her buttocks! That skirt barely covered anything.
Mael swallowed hard and stood up suddenly. His cheeks flushed, he walked over to her and without thinking, did something he'd wanted to do for months.
A slap on her behind? No, he didn't have the courage or the audacity for that.
Behind her, Mael opened his hand and...he squeezed her right buttock. He didn't squeeze hard, he squeezed lightly, like squeezing a pillow.
Filia was partially paying attention to the movie, allowing her boyfriend the concentration he needs to fix his cassette tapes. She was spacing out so much that she didn't notice the sound of tinkering with machines had stopped.
"Eeep!" Filia gasped and blushed deeply before looking back at Mael. Her red eyes darted from his hand to him, and she resisted the urge to kick and scream.
"Ha! That's one way to get a girl's attention," Samson laughed, wondering when the tike was gonna make a move.
"Samson, shush," Filia lightly scolded before looking at Mael. "You need something?" She asked, having not moved away from his hand.
