It was the best sexual experience I’d ever had, and I hadn’t even gotten laid. She nudged my fly. “You’re still hard.” “I can’t help it. You have that effect on me.” “Can I see?” Little minx. She was flashing a dimple in the corner of her mouth that rarely made an appearance. “We already established the rules, missy. I’m keeping my pants on.” “Come on, Seven. Just let me peek into your jeans.” Holy mother. I stared at her smile. At her dimple. She was going to be the destruction of me yet. “All right. One peek.” I unzipped my pants. This made me feel like I was in middle school and I’d never even gone to school. I wasn’t formally educated. I just knew what I knew. I opened the denim a tad wider, and she glanced at the body part in question. It preened under her attention, bopping forward. When she reached in to touch it, I pulled my jeans closed. “No way, Abby. We’re not going there.” “Drat.” She watched me zip my jeans. “I really like how it looked.
