Make your move and see what happens.
From Create Your Own Story
"Maybe I'm not," you say quietly, squeezing at her ass gingerly, and taking one hand free. You run the flat of your fingers between her legs, against the lips of her box. Sam lurches forward again, out of your grip, and turns around, eyes wide.
"I...I don't think so..." she says, putting one arm across her bosom and her other hand between her legs. "That's too far. Alisha was right."
