The rough brick teases my thighs as Derek slides his warm hands up and under my shirt-dress, finding the lacy black panties he bought me at the mall, when he snuck away from me and Michael. They have a slit down the center of the crotch, making them quite convenient for … times like this. “Oh, god,” he groans, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against mine for a second. “You didn't. I thought I was totally grasping at straws when I bought these.” “Well, you grasped the right straw then I guess,”
