His leg is brushing against my leg. We are sipping our drinks. Mark is smiling, and he moves closer to me.We are talking and laughing and sipping our ...rinks. Mark's hand is now on my thigh, and he is moving his hand up and down my leg. I am aroused, and not sure what he has on his mind.He moves my dress up higher on my leg. He moves my panties to one side. He starts to rub my clit and moves his fingers around my pussy. His fingers are knuckle deep, as he is turning and twisting his fingers in. I don’t think you would do that consciously, but be aware. You certainly weren’t aware in the sauna.”“Huh?”“When you put your hand on mine, I could easily have taken that as an invitation to do more than hold your hand. I didn’t, because I know you very, very well. I’m not sure the guy at church does.”“I didn’t even think about that!” she said. “I just wanted to hold your hand.”“See, I know that. But only because we’ve spent so much time together. With someone else, that would have been a huge. Almost every night, we played one of these. I kept some in my room; she kept the rest in hers.Despite her being younger, she was incredibly smart. She would always beat me at Scrabble while I was at my best playing Life. She constantly caught me trying to make up a word to fit my letters.She loved saying, "Challenge" after I put down a word like 'BLUF' saying it was spelled with only one 'F' alternatively. More important than who won the game was the fun of playing the game. Her freckles and. He drew my face near his and looked over every inch of it. Then, slowly, his fingers traced down my jaw, down my neck, and wrapped themselves in loose tendrils of my hair. I lifted my hands and felt the wool of his jacket that fit over his shoulders and chest perfectly. I felt the soft fabric of his shirt and I felt the warmth of his skin underneath it. Then his hands were on mine and he brought them up to his lips and laid a kiss on each. A small sentiment, but when I looked back at the.