Jules shrugged coyly. “That’s what they say,” she mused, invoking the ever-mysterious and ever-present “they”. Watching Claire closely, Jules wondered if she should let slip a little more. “It seems you…disappeared with a man of note of the Malfoy’s Eve of Autumn gala.”
Not getting the reaction she wanted, Jules tried to come up with something else to put Claire off balance. Though, as she did, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of Claire and Megan. They clearly cared and they were both shockingly secure in their friendship.
The feel of Claire’s hands on her legs and feet it was difficult to play the game. Not that it normally would have been, no matter how much she liked it, but Claire seemed unique in her ability to distract.
Claire’s hands on her calf felt good but it was when they moved to Jules feet that it really…well, got her quite randy. Squirming slightly, a moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it.