Chapter 29: Hand On Thigh
"If I tell you that I am just jealous would it be fine?" Jenny hummed softly as she sat on the flooring nearby.
Clearly, she was here to stay.
But her words pissed Andrea more than they amused Fredrinn.
"What do you mean you got jealous, lady?" Andrea questioned in a tone that clearly suggested she wasn’t impressed.
Jenny raised her hands in a mock surrender, "Calm down my friend, it was just an hypothetical question. I added ’if’, didn’t I?"
Before Andrea could shoot back a snarky response to her, Jenny continued.
"I actually came here just because I was bored and to tell you that it would be better not to spread PDA around here, you know?"
Andrea swallowed her words back after getting reminded that during the flow of the moment, her mind nearly let her get naked in front of the entire room.
In a way, she felt glad that Jenny had interrupted them.
But of course, she would never accept that.
"Why not?" Fredrinn smiled as he glanced at Andrea, having an inkling about what was going in her mind.
And just to mess with her more, he pretended to fix his sitting posture, resting one hand on her thigh.
It was right by the boundary of her shorts, so she could feel his skin on her thighs while his palm rested quite close to the place that was feeling tingly ever since the first kiss.
She quietly clenched her thighs together and placed her own hand on his.
Then she tried to move it to a less ’sensitive’ spot, but was shocked to find that her gentle nudge didn’t move his hand an inch.
However, doing anything more would only attract more attention.
’This bastard... is he doing this intentionally?’ Andrea looked at Fredrinn who wasn’t even looking in her direction.
Instead, he was casually chatting with Jenny!
"Well, as you probably already guessed, our group isn’t as roughly built like... this one. We all are university friends, and were drinking alcohol because Max recently had a nasty breakup." Jenny waved her hand as she went into a story telling mode.
She surely liked to talk a lot. Or as the younger generation now call it, a yapper.
"It was so bad that Max still hasn’t gotten better even after drinking for a week straight. He tells us that he would shoot that woman the moment he sees her, but we all know that’s bullshit. He would probably beg her to get back with him." Jenny continued.
Fredrinn gazed at her blankly, "He certainly doesn’t look like he would do that. But... What has that got to do with our makeout?"
Andrea’s hands clenched tighter on his hand hearing his casual question, but that bastard was so strong that it barely felt like a tickle.
He still wasn’t moving it!
And she also understood that she hadn’t actually pulled him by his collar earlier. He probably allowed her to do that.
That only irritated but also aroused her more.
All in all, she was going into a spiral for the first time in her life while the man responsible for it wasn’t even focused on her at the moment.
"Heh, you never heard that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover?" Jenny giggled at Fredrinn’s first comment before shaking her head, "And I saw him clenching his gun while looking in your direction.
He probably has some ptsd from kissing or something. So I came over to respectfully ask you both to stop. We don’t want any fights right now, do we?"
Fredrinn glanced and saw that Andrea was still trying to move his hand off her thigh, while pretending to be listening to Jenny, so he smirked inwardly and moved his hand higher on her short.
It was positioned in such a way that his fingers curled towards her inner thighs and his palm rested comfortably on the soft, plump thigh that was unfortunately covered under the shorts.
"We certainly don’t want any fights." Fredrinn nodded to Jenny’s words.
Jenny looked towards his hand placement on Andrea’s thigh and then looked back up into his eyes.
She spoke nothing, and yet she was loud and clear.
’Are you being serious right now?’
Andrea was squirming under his touch, her body reacting in ways that it never had before.
Since the start of this interaction, she couldn’t even count how many curses she had thrown at Fredrinn in her mind.
But she also didn’t want to cause any scene about it. Mainly because she saw Jenny as a rival and a threat.
The other party was beautiful, dangerous and an awakener to boot.
Andrea clearly had to use some underhanded tactics if she wanted Fredrinn all to herself.
Though, in this case he was the one taking advantage of the situation, but the message was conveyed all the same.
"Anyways. Your boss has a ptsd from kissing and you don’t want us to kiss or do any... adult stuff, right?" Andrea coughed and turned to Jenny, seemingly giving up on moving Fredrinn’s hand from her thigh.
He wasn’t budging and she had no choice but to accept it.
She could shout grape, but that was clearly a bad idea.
"Yeah. I guess that’s a good summary of my conversation indeed. Thanks a lot, Rhea." Jenny smiled politely as she replied.
"You’re wel..." Andrea paused, looking straight into the blonde woman’s eyes dangerously. "You did that on purpose."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, my friend." Jenny tilted her head, "Isn’t your name Rhea?"
"It’s Andrea." Andrea replied flatly.
"Ah, Andrea it is. My bad."
Jenny giggled as she picked herself off the floor. She didn’t seem a tiny bit bad about speaking the wrong name.
It was intentional to begin with.
And if that wasn’t enough, she raised both her hands and stretched her body right in front of them.
Unlike the busty beauty of Andrea, Jenny was clearly the more ’athletic’ one. Her body was slender, her legs were long and her proportions were simply perfect.
Fredrinn had to cough once just to keep his face completely poker in front of Andrea.
Jenny knew that she was beautiful and she knew how to use it just to prove a point.
She looked in Fredrinn’s direction, winking playfully and waving, "Toodles!" before turning around and skipping back towards her group.
Even as she moved so freely, Fredrinn could only stare at her retreating back.
He couldn’t hear her footsteps at all.