Heather doesn't mind the company
From Torg Adventure
“Yeah, but I could use the interruption!”
Her voice was hoarse and gravelly. Gavin wasn't sure what to make of that.
What the hell, he figured. She wouldn't have answered if she was getting busy.
Except she would have and did. Heather was alone, but she lay face down on her bed, legs spread wide as they could go and stark naked but for a thong ripped aside to fit three of her fingers, all of which shone with juice. In her other hand was a cellphone; she seemed to be reading something off of it, and that's what got her so bothered.
Gavin completely missed the next thing she said. The sight of her melted his thoughts, so human interaction beyond the level of athletic comfort was becoming more impossible by the second.
“...I said, I could use a hand here.” He shivered. Her deep, She looked at his bulging crotch and licked her lips. “Or maybe something else you've got hidden away.”
Does Gavin show Heather how he really feels?
