It was hard not to notice the hardness that was pressing against her back. Fawn immediately knew what it had to be and all she could think about was it now, and if it was as long as the other boy's. If it would feel as hot and good in her hand as the girl seemed to feel stroking off her boyfriend.
Fawn pressed against him more firmly, wishing for something, some sort of relief to the desire that was building up. she watched as the boy pressed up against the other girl and slid into her, earning moans from both of them. Her hand slid down towards hunter's leg, touching there, easing it over the jean covered fabric there. Her bottom lip was was between her teeth as she fought the urge to make her own whimper of desire with just how hot she felt.