Chapter 4

Before i could move my head i felt his hand on my leg, just above my knee, i gasped in surprise, unable to say anything or move, i was paralyzed it seemed.

His hand stayed were it was, not moving but just laying there, i tried to move my hand to brush it off but i couldn’t, so i let it stay there, touching me. My mind was racing with all different thoughts, wondering exactly what he was doing, trying to come to terms with it all, was he actually molesting me or just being friendly?

Before i could answer myself another hand rested on my other leg, Edward was joining in.

Both boys were now groping me, or rather resting their hands on my legs but either way i was dumbfounded, unable to move or say anything.

Paul leaned in and asked if i was enjoying the play, his hand moving along my thigh as he spoke, gently caressing me with his fingers. As he leaned back out his hand moved back to where it was, it had stroked me both ways, sending shock waves through my body.

Edward did the same, only he went further, his hand went just under my dress before going back to its original position. A little gasp escaped my lips, shivers ran down my back, i was so shocked and scared in case they went further and found out i had no panties on, what would i do?

I summoned up the courage to put my hands over theirs, gently trying to push them off. Both hands wouldn’t budge, they were too strong for me to move and the only alternative i could see was making a scene but i was frozen, like a rabbit in the headlights, i was trapped.

I felt pathetic and weak but also something else, something far more scary, i was getting so hot again and i couldn’t or wouldn’t think about what that meant. How could these two act like this, wasn’t they meant to be gentlemen? Surely this wasn’t the actions of well-bred young men. I tried again to remove their hands but failed, they were not going to stop what they were doing. Paul put his lips to my ear.

‘Relax Hope, just sit back and enjoy the play, Edward and me are only being nice, we won’t do anything that bad, we only want to show you how much we like you, ok? His voice had a firmness to it, it was definitely a different tone.

I took my hands away and just sat there, they were free to carry on, i had more or less given them a green light.

Both hands now began stroking my legs, slowly moving from my knee to a few inches under my dress, their hands so soft as they caressed my soft skin. I had to bite my lip to stop myself making a noise, my hands were squeezing tight into fists, it was so shocking.

I was sure they would go to my pussy, why wouldn’t they, i couldn’t stop them, i had given in to their demands, i was at their mercy.

Paul was so gentle, his fingers felt so good, he was stroking me at just the right pressure, it was exquisite. He was only inches from my opening, massaging me, tickling me, making me squirm on my seat, it was torture.

Edward was a little less subtle, he just wanted to feel me, squeeze me and run his hand up and down my leg, it was still incredibly nice but Paul seemed to know more about what he was doing.

The more i squirmed the more my dress rode up, i could feel the air on my pussy, i felt like i might cum. God, that would be so humiliating, i had to stop that from happening.

Both hands were now just below my pussy, stroking my inner thighs, an inch further and they would touch my lips, a moan escaped my mouth, loud enough for those around me to hear. Both hands pulled away, the boys sat back, my moan of pleasure had scared them, startled them. It startled me, too, the way it just happened, i couldn’t stop it, it came from a place i didn’t know existed. I coughed trying to mask the moan, hoping no one would recognize what it was.

I quickly pulled my dress down, the smell of sex now wafting up to my nose, god, i was in so much trouble.

We all just sat there for the next ten minutes, Paul only whispering to me once more, telling me i was a good girl. Those words really shocked me, he was talking to me like i was his age.

When the play finished and the lights came on i stood quickly, i wanted to escape as soon as possible. Everyone stood with me, all clapping, they all thought i was giving the boys a standing ovation.

We all clapped for a few minutes, i played along waiting for my chance to leave, hoping i didn’t look too flustered.

When the clapping stopped Paul turned to me and asked: ‘Did you enjoy yourself, Hope?’

His face was smiling, he looked so cool and confident.