Privilege
I shift from one foot to the other, this time forcing my hands to stay away from my package as I try to adjust position. Easier said than done.
“Is everything on fire back there or are you incapable of holding still?”
“Stop laughing, Brian.” I scowl at him, but he’d turned his back on me. At least he can’t see me rubbing the zipper of the jeans again. He’s already teased me about how much it must hurt to have denim all over my junk for the first time. It’s not that it hurts. It’s that I enjoy the texture of rough denim over the sensitive skin a little too much. I’d nearly made a mess on the way to the coffee shop and Brian had offered to pull the car over so I could finish. He is a funny man when he wants to be. I, on the other hand, feel like a stranger in the body I borrowed
