She had her mouth on him and her eyes down.
She could hear all of it. Lia's breathing, the wet sounds from the bed, the small noises Sophia was trying to swallow.
She did not look up. Her thighs were pressed together so hard they ached, and the cream panties had been soaked through for a long time.
Nobody had touched her, and she was not going to say that she wanted it.
Her right hand went down between her legs.
She told herself it was to steady herself.
She pressed two fingers against the green mesh and the panel under it, and the weave dragged across her clit, and she bit down on a sound.
Nobody was looking at her.
She did it again, in time with her mouth, slow, so that if anyone glanced down it would look like she was only bracing on her knee.
The cream panties underneath were soaked through.
Every small circle of her fingers pushed the wet cloth tighter against her, and the green stocking stuck to the back of her hand.
On the bed, Lia was close.
