Tracy felt me up today. I went downstairs. The study group was there. Taking a break. Watching Julia Child. I joined them. In front of the couch. Unknowingly taking Tracys space. She was in the kitchen. Helping Lexis make snacks.

A few minutes later. Tracy returned. Found me in her spot. Told me to move. I told her to sit elsewhere. But there really wasnt anywhere else to sit. She frowned. Then showed me her plate of Triscuit pizzas. Bribed me to scoot forward. I easily caved. She climbed in behind me.

After the snack. I scooted back. Wrapped the blanket around the both of us. Tracy reached in underneath. Her hands were at my hips. Fumbling around. I thought she was trying to tickle me. So I wiggled a little. But then she shuddered. Whispered that she was cold. Her hands snuck in under my sweatshirt. They were freezing. I gasped. She giggled. Then brought her hands up to my boobies. I wasnt wearing a bra.

I froze. I couldnt move. She was touching my boobies. Grabbing them. Her fingers were ice cold. They made my nipples rock hard. I looked around. No one knew what was happening. It was all out of sight. Under the blanket. They didnt even hear me. It was too noisy. Their own chatter drowned me out.

I grabbed my boobies. Or actually. I grabbed Tracys hands on my boobies. I rubbed them. Because the cold was starting to hurt. Then I just held them. Eventually I let go. Then Tracy let go too. She wrapped her arms around me. Gave me a tight little hug.

My brain was at war. Debating what I should do. The study break ended before I could decide. But that was good. Because I quickly realized the boob grab was nothing. She was just warming her hands. Everything went back to normal. But Ive been thinking about it since. Wondering what could have happened.