Behind the desk

Nolee smiled, "Maybe if I was braver I could ask him..."

John blinks. "Just come out with it and ask him." He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I can't do that! It's not lady like!" Nolee gasped.

John blinked. "So? I don't act like a gentlemen. If it wouldn't weird you out, I'd probably feel your breasts, just to see what it would feel like if I was straight." He chuckled.

Nolee blushed, "Swagger said they were soft..."

John chuckled. "Really? Can I feel them?" He pleaded.

Nolee laughed, "Sure."

John smiled brightly and put his hands on Nolee's breasts, gently squeezing them. "Wow! They are soft!" He said in awe.

Nolee bit her lip to keep herself from moaning. She was sensitive and it felt good. "You...you done yet?"

John held up a finger. "One sec." He said. "Seriously, I should get me a pair of these..." He trailed off, oblivious to the fact that Nolee was getting turned on.

Nolee let out a low moan, "Johnny...you have to stop okay..."

John blinking, pulling away and chuckling. "Somebody getting a little too excited?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Well when you grab my breasts it's like grabbing your pecs. It feels good!" Nolee huffed.

John raised a brow. "Girl, if you wanted to turn me on, you'd touch my thighs. That turns me on whether your a boy or girl... course I'd picture a guy doing it but still, my thighs and neck are extremely sensitive..."

Nolee laughed, "I bet Mike touches you there alot..."

John chuckled. "Don't get me thinking about Mike, or I'll get horny. And Mike's not here and that leaves me hard until I see him.."

"I think it's only fair," Nolee teased.

John raised a brow. "You better not..."

"So how big is Mikey?" Nolee teased.

John shifted in his seat, blushing furiously. "He's huge, now stop..." He said, crossing his arms. He wouldn't give into Nolee's antics...

"I bet he's rough, right?" Nolee teased again.

John bit his lip. "Sometimes... stop..." He got out, the muscles in his thighs and stomach tightening, refusing to get turned on. So long as Nolee kept her hands to herself, unlike him, John could resist perfectly fine.

Nolee smirked, reaching over and ghosting her fingers along his neck, "Aw, c'mon Johnny..."

John sucked in a breath, a tent forming in his pants. "Stop..." He moaned before biting down hard on his lip, his thighs quivering.

"Ha! Not so fun now is it!" Nolee gloated.