butt

i laid down across the desks like always and started writing like always. i felt her hands on the back of my upper thigh she wasn't trying to arouse me but i could feel her little fingers bumping up my thigh in a rhythm, thumping while she texted on her phone and i felt a light touch on my butt a packet of papers and another pair of hands doing work on their work on my butt and i felt the light massages of her fingers on my thigh and i wondered if other girls felt this way when they were touched and i wondered what made me different and if i was different.

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