Jordyn was feeling frisky. Though she was by no means ashamed of her sexuality, she also didn’t have an exhibitionist bone in her body. She was shy, reserved, and, by her own account, a polite young woman who could never do anything inappropriate. Tonight, however, something got into her that she just couldn’t resist. Out to dinner with a group of friends––including the best friend no one knew she was fucking––she slyly brought a hand over to her friend’s thigh. Ghosting her fingers along the skin of her friend’s inner thigh, she flashed her a gentle little smile, feigning innocence she was currently in no possession of. She trailed her fingers up, teasing her lover, all the while pretending to be interested in the conversation their friends were having.
