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began to grip at her throat again.
    “Close your eyes,” he said as he removed a boot.
    Jennifer clamped her eyes shut. How had he known panic was rising in her again? Did he hear an alteration in her breath? Feel it in her muscles? She studied the bursts of light behind her eyelids and listened to the unpleasant sound of her thumping heart in her ears.
    She felt a give in the coat beneath her and realized John had braced himself over her, one hand near her right cheek.
    “Ohhh,” she mumbled shakily when he spread a hand at the juncture of her thighs and began to rub her pussy straight through her jeans. At first, it seemed like a ridiculous thing to do—why didn’t he at least unbutton her fly and stimulate her skin to skin?—but it didn’t take her long to realize he knew exactly what he was doing. It felt good. She moaned and ground her pussy against his hand.
    “When I was sixteen I had a girlfriend who wouldn’t let me unfasten one button on her blouse, let alone get her naked,” she heard him say, his voice about a foot above her face. “She told me she was saving herself for marriage, and that we could make out, but that would be the extent of things. Her definition of ‘making out’ was pretty interesting. She had no problem with letting me make her come as long as she was fully clothed, though, and was kind enough to return the favor. My father thought I’d turned over a new leaf of independence my sixteenth summer because I took to doing all my wash. In reality, I was just trying to clean the gallons of come out of my jeans.”
    Jennifer gave a mixed moan of arousal and hoot of laughter.
    “You’ve really mastered the art of clothed stimulation,” she said, pressing her hips against the delicious stroking of his hand. “But I’m not quite so fastidious as your old girlfriend. Let me take off my jeans.”
    “There’s time for that,” he murmured. “I want to get you nice and warm before I take off your clothes. Besides . . . I’m looking forward to experiencing you in a lot of different ways. Feeling you through your jeans will just make me anticipate touching and licking you that much more.”
    She groaned.
    “God, that feels good,” she grated out between clenched teeth, her head coming off the ground. He’d pressed down on the bottom of her fly with his long, strong forefinger while he’d muttered those exciting words. He maneuvered the hard ridge briskly up and down along her clit, the movement subtle but incendiary. She tightened her ass muscles and bobbed her hips up against him, heightening the stimulation.
    “I can feel the shape of your pussy lips.” His voice resounded from above her a moment later, sounding rough and sexy. “I can feel your heat . . . and moisture through the fabric. You’re getting your jeans wet, honey.”
    “John,” she mumbled desperately. She reached for him, knowing his body was just above her. She closed her hands on his shoulders and tried to pull him down to her. He lifted his hand from the juncture of her thighs.
    “Keep your arms down. I’m busy. I don’t want to be distracted.”
    She held her arms tensely at her side.
    “That’s right,” he muttered as he continued his wicked stimulation of her pussy. This time, he pushed down on the ridge of her lower fly rapidly, pressing her clit like a button of pleasure.
    “Oh . . . that’s going to make me come,” she said in a strangled voice.
    He started to rub her again, this time more briskly.
    “Good. Come in your jeans,” he muttered hotly from above her, a smile in his voice.
    She broke in climax. He continued to stroke her, forcing every last shudder and tremor of orgasm out of her straining flesh.
    She sighed and sagged onto John’s coat.
    “That felt so good,” Jennifer said, half stunned that she could come so explosively by having a man rub her through her jeans.
    “It’s going to feel better.”
    Her eyes opened, but she didn’t notice the blackness blinding her