Flirting is not designed for a virgin
My breath hitched at the bulge I felt under my crotch, pressing slightly into my thigh. I couldn't help but stare down, my sight tracing the visible outline.
I had to say this; I might have one or two naughty thoughts, but I was your neighborhood prude kid, okay? Since I lived in a hospital ward for half of my life, I had no access to perverse sites and imagery. Even if my mind conjured up some scenarios, they never went 'that' far.
Of course, it wasn't like I never saw one—I mean, I had it myself. But feeling other's was a first for me, even though clothing. No—I felt it that night, but my mind was so muddled that I couldn't remember it clearly. This time though...
It finally dawned on me that we were in the kind of relationship that would naturally lead to sexual activity.
And my stupid throat decided to gulp at that thought.