Kina's voice was barely audible as she said "squirting," but the change of atmosphere, the heat that connected with the base of my stomach, could very well be felt. Her fingers were moving faster around her twist; her breath was sharper, and her nipples were erect under the thin leaf. She needed it. Very much.
Nevertheless, I pretended that I had not caught the signal, and with a frown on my face, I acted like the idea was the last thing that had entered my mind. "Oh..." I let the word go on, looking at her discomfort. "Yeah... Brother Tusk asked me to teach him..." My voice became low, hoarse, as if I were recalling something indecent. "Said Sister Kina was nagging him to learn it."
Her self-conscious stare turned her face scarlet, and her thighs clenched together under the skirt. "Then do..." The word was out, catching the desperation in tone.
I breathed against her ear, my breath just a whisper. "Don't worry," I said slowly and softly, "I've promised to teach him."
