Soon the drinks began to bread down our natural reserve. across the room I could see Martha's arm circling Jackie's shoulders, and, as if heeding a common signal, I felt Bill's muscular arm find it's way across my back and his hand come to rest on my bare shoulder. It felt good; warm and protective rather than threatening, and, to my great surprise, I found myself nestling in.
Taking that as a signal of surrender, Bill put his other hand on my knee, pulling my skirt up just a little, exposing the black lace hem of my slip and gently stroking my nylon clad thigh.
Though I told myself it was impossible, I was beginning to get excited. I pushed his hand away to show him I was still in charge. I did, however, nestle further into his arms so he would know having his hand pushed away was not really a rejection.
I was surprised and a bit disturbed, at how naturally all this flirting came to me. What was it that Jackie had said with a knowing wink? "You'll know what to do!"
It was frightening that I did, in fact, seem to know just what to do, and the next time Bill put his hand on my thigh, I let him get a little further before pushing him away.