Rosalina's living room was filled with the warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. She sat on the couch, her long legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. Diddy Kong, an old friend of her boyfriend, sat down next to her, his hand resting casually on her thigh.
"Dang, girl, you got some soft legs," he said, leaning in closer. His breath was warm on her ear, and she fought the urge to lean away from him.
Across from them, Rosalina's boyfriend raised an eyebrow. "Diddy, what are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light.
Diddy Kong looked at him, confused. "Just getting to know her thighs, man," he replied, oblivious to the awkwardness he was causing. "You know, feeling her up. It's a thing."
Rosalina's boyfriend shifted in his seat. "In this case, it's not really a thing," he said. "You're not exactly...intimate friends."
Diddy Kong looked at Rosalina, who was trying to ignore the situation. "But babe, you're not stopping me," he said, his hand moving in small circles on her thigh.
Rosalina's boyfriend thought to himself, "That's because I can't. She's literally stuck."
Diddy Kong continued to explore Rosalina's thighs, his hand roaming as if he was trying to memorize every inch of skin. "Man, these legs are amazing," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
Rosalina's boyfriend couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. "Diddy, I think it's time for you to go," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Diddy Kong ignored him, his hand still moving in slow circles. "Nah, I'm good," he said, his eyes never leaving Rosalina's thighs.
Rosalina's boyfriend stood up, his fists clenched. "Diddy, I'm not asking," he said, his voice low.
Diddy Kong finally looked up, his eyes wide. "Oh, my bad man," he said, standing up quickly. "I didn't mean to overstep."
Rosalina's boyfriend watched as Diddy Kong left, his shoulders tense. He turned to Rosalina, who was still sitting on the couch, her thighs feeling strangely empty.
"Are you okay?" he asked, sitting down next to her.
Rosalina nodded, her eyes fixed on the spot where Diddy Kong's hand had been. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm going to bed," he said, standing up again. "You should come join me soon."
Rosalina nodded again, her hips starting to gyrate to the beat of the music that only she could hear.
He shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Dancing again, I see," he said, before heading upstairs to their bedroom.
The rest of the night passed with Rosalina's thighs being felt up, her hips continuing to dance as her boyfriend slept through the night in their bedroom. At one random hour in the night, Rosalina was lost in the sensation of her thighs being felt up, her mind blank and her body moving to the rhythm of Diddy Kong's hands.
The next morning, her boyfriend came downstairs from the bedroom, surprised to see Rosalina still being felt up, her hips still dancing as he made breakfast.
"Morning, babe," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Rosalina looked up, her eyes glazed over. "Morning," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Still dancing, I see," he said, before continuing to make breakfast.
Diddy Kong's hands continued to explore Rosalina's thighs, getting to know every inch of her skin, getting too familiar, wandering even where he probably shouldn't be, and digging in, with her boyfriend aware that it was not the intimate way.
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