Stealing Spree

Chapter 2363: Helping out despite the change in situation (1) *

chapter 2363: helping out despite the change in situation (1) *



a minute later, we were still at the same point. not because i chickened but because her phone suddenly rang. when she pulled it out, the name flashing on the screen was none other than her boyfriend.

futaba didn't immediately take it but instead, she glanced back at me, eyes wide with a mix of guilt and apprehension. her breath was shallow and quick, her body was trembling under the anticipation of the touch she craved for. however, the cold reality came knocking and slapped her right in the face.

"don't worry. take it. i won't leave." i assured her, my hands not moving from where they were. "it'll be more suspicious if you don't."

futaba nodded and took the phone with her shaky hands, "h-hello?"

her voice was high-pitched and nervous. i couldn't help but wonder if he could hear her heart racing. she tried to keep her voice steady, but every little noise she made was like a siren in the quiet room.

if she's like this, wouldn't she get caught easily? she's struggling to keep her composure. her eyes darted to me every now and then, silently asking for my assurance.

but i guess this was the difference between us. my shamelessness was so thick that i was unperturbed about her boyfriend calling at this time. meanwhile, this should be the first time she's doing something like this behind his back. or the second time if we could count the night this started.

as she talked to her boyfriend, i couldn't help but be surprised at how she quickly adapted to it naturally. from being flustered, aroused and nervous, she turned into a sweet and loving girlfriend in a heartbeat. it was almost comedic to see.

but since she didn't move away from me, i could faintly hear the conversation.

he was asking her if she arrived home safely and if she already had dinner.

a part of me was whispering to tease her while she was on the phone but i knew that would be cruel. plus, i didn't want to risk her hanging up on him in the middle of a conversation.

so, i just kept my hand where it was, letting the tension build up as their conversation rolled into the phone.

"are you okay?" her boyfriend's voice was muffled but concerned.

futaba nodded frantically, not daring to let her voice betray the pleasure coursing through her body, "yeah, i'm fine. just a... stomachache," she improvised, her voice a mere thread of sound.

with the phone call continuing, i began to explore the softness of her breasts, my thumbs tracing circles around the middle, feeling her nipples gradually harden under the fabric. she stifled a moan as her eyes squeezed shut. then i whispered, "what do you feel? is it painful? or...?"

her voice was a mere breath against the phone, "it's... it's not painful, onoda-kun. it's just... different."

there was a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to be celebrating this discovery. this was what she wanted to confirm.. and now that she found out that it was true, she was most likely already comparing this experience to when she tried this with her boyfriend before.

"good to know. but you know, you should be careful. he might hear you." i warned her. there was a certain thrill in this situation but given how conscious i was. i couldn't really enjoy it like how i could in the past.

besides, this was just me helping her. that's the deal between us. no matter how much of a pervert i was, i agreed not simply because i wanted to touch her. granted there was the temptation but in the end, everything stemmed from how i wanted to help her. but then again, if seen from another perspective, i was just as complicit in the act as this girl. ugh.

"i'll keep that in mind," she whispered back to me with a nod, opening her eyes momentarily. she was still determined to see this through, regardless of the current situation wherein she was on the phone with her boyfriend.

her body was trembling as i started to knead her breasts gently. it was a delicate balance, making sure she felt pleasure without being too loud to be heard over the phone. each press of my thumbs against her nipples elicited a soft gasp. her legs tightened as she started rubbing them together, trying to relieve the ache building in her sacred place.

the temperature of her body seemed to be rising with every gentle squeeze and rub. and i could feel it from how close we were. not to mention, only the fabric of her skirt separated us down there while her backside pressed against my groin.

at this point, she's still on the phone, her voice a masterful blend of sweetness and innocence. it was quite scary upon thinking about it.

while i'm kneading her breasts with my thumbs playing with her nipples through the fabric, she's trying to keep her voice calm and collected on the phone. i can see her jaw tightening and her eyes squeezing shut with every touch. her breathing is shallow, trying to keep herself from moaning too loudly.

i don't know how long she's going to keep that up but i decided to just focus on my task. after all, this is what she wanted. to find out if my touch would bring her pleasure instead of the pain she felt from her boyfriend's touch.