Behind me, James’s hand slides between my legs.
Finds my p***y through my panties.
Starts rubbing.
“Just...” I swallow hard. “Looking for the... the citronella candles. For the mosquitoes.”
James pushes my panties aside. His fingers find my c**t directly.
“Oh, those are in the garage, honey. Do you want me to – ”
“No!” Too sharp. I force a smile. “I mean, no, it’s fine. I’ll check there. Be out in a minute.”
James slides a finger inside me.
I grip the doorframe to keep from gasping.
“Okay, well, don’t be too long. Your father’s about to do his famous toast.” Mom rolls her eyes affectionately. “You know how he gets if he doesn’t have an audience.”
“I’ll be right there.”
She turns and heads back toward the party.
I close the door.
“f**k,” I breathe. “That was – ”
James spins me
