Alfie was feeling lightheaded. He had no idea what was happening to him and maybe if he'd paid more attention in his biology class, he would know that his blood was quickly traveling to the nether regions of his body, leaving his brain to fend for itself. Of course, this meant that he was thinking less and doing more, which was usually a bad combination. His hand moved up to finally reach its destination, and when it arrived, he gave it a light squeeze.
Of course, the feeling of this was so great that Alfie couldn't help but gasp for air. He was shaking and sweating in places he didn't even know existed, but it all felt terribly amazing. His thumb brushed over the soft, tender skin above her bra, and the tightening in his pants only made it that much harder to breathe. It felt almost as if he could die if he didn't get some sort of relief, oh but it was going to be such a good death.