We sat in the van for a while but Steve was getting antsy, so we pulled on our coats and headed for the gate. We hadnít been out there very long when he wrapped his arm around me; unexpected, but nice. A minute later, he slid his hand under my coat and into the back pocket of my jeans. Again, it was unexpected, and again, I didnít mind it.
But then he started squeezing my ass, a rhythmic squeeze . . . squeeze . . . squeeze.
That was unexpected and that, I did mind. I canít really say why. In that moment, at that place, for some inexplicable reason, it seemed crass to me.
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