So, during this whole quarantine situation, plenty of people are out a job, having to worry about unemployment, unable to go out, etc, etc. Today, my roommate, let’s call her “Olivia,” wanted to vent to me about how much stress this has been causing her. So we sat down, put some Parks and Rec on, and she started talking. At one point, she had something “super juicy” or whatever to say, so she got super close to me and whispered in my ear. I mean, really? As if anyone else in the world could hear her? It was just the two of us in the apartment. But anyway, after she got close to me, she stayed there. Then she started touching my leg to accent her words. She’d say “and I can’t believe Jess would say that!” and with every word she’d touch my thigh.
She kept at this touching for the rest of her monologue, however kept reaching higher up my leg. Her initial taps meant for emphasis turned into a full-on inner-thigh massage. Of course, I naturally started pitching a tent while she did this. However, I did manage to slide my hand in my pocket to slip my pole under my waistband in the meantime.