LEGEND OF LEXI

CHAPTER 29

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What followed was about the most decadently frustrating experience of my life. Lexi stroked and teased me about as glacially slowly as was possible without being frozen in time. Her hand barely moved at times, and at others only her fingertips slid across my sensitive skin, hardly touching me at all. She kept me crazy horny without ever giving me even the hope that she might finish the job at some point.

I couldn't even do anything about it. If I said anything, if I did anything, she might just stop. I had no idea what she was thinking, what she might decide she did or didn't want. I had to just let her play with me however she wished. That was what she did for me, after all. It wasn't even just in my bed anymore. Not with my hand cupping her tit right there in the living room.

It did make me wonder if what I'd been doing was quite the same tease for Lexi as what she was doing to me. I didn't think it was. Certainly not on purpose at any rate.

Either way, Lexi was in no hurry at all. She played with me so slowly, and was still at it when our parents got home.

I swore as I heard the front door open. I had to disentangle my hand from Lexi's bra, then try and stuff my poor, overly-teased cock back into my pants. Lexi, thinking a little more clearly, just threw a blanket over our laps. It meant we were still sitting a little too close together when Mom and Dad came in, but at least we weren't being obviously handsy or horny.

Dad took over his chair for the evening. Mom went to get changed, then flitted back and forth between joining us and taking care of something she'd just thought of. The usual.

I was happy enough that neither of them thought to comment on how close Lexi and I were sitting, though admittedly it might not have looked so bad without the context of knowing what we'd been up to.

Lexi's hand strayed to my lap a couple times, despite me trying my best to go soft. I couldn't even reprimand her too overtly without attracting attention I very much didn't want. Glaring at her accomplished very little.

To be continue..