She looked over and smiled softly before returning her attention to the screen. Once I settled in, she leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder and I felt her hand on my bare thigh. "You smell nice," she murmured.
"Thanks," I replied.
Her hand slowly stroked my thigh and I had not put on any underwear beneath those thin shorts. That feather-light touch on my skin already had my shaft hardening even though it wasn't close to her hand. My mind went to work at that point and I was struggling to figure out if the way she was touching me was inappropriate or meant anything.
My parents weren't shy about giving me hugs or brief kisses my whole life. It was perfectly normal for them to rest a comforting hand on my shoulder or to give my knee a squeeze when they wanted my attention. I was pre
