I tried to keep my eyes away, but my book was absurd fiction compared to the gritty reality playing out before me. So I watched them, and right away she looked back at me. Her mischievous smile told me so much. Mostly that I was welcome to watch, maybe she even preferred it. This became especially clear as her hand slipped between their bodies and touched the front of his pants.
Visibly surprised he stopped, but she pressed the flat of her hand fully against him. His eyes rose over the crest of her hair and found mine already trained on them. I wanted to look away, but she had already set the scene and he was quickly catching on. His eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps in thought. Then slowly, like the unfolding of a flower, his hand slid to the top of her butt and down, until it settled onto
