"What's the sexiest part of your partner's body?" (Abbie's answer)

"Mmm," Abbie cooed as she closed her eyes. Jake pulled his hand away from her. "Hey," she said, scolding him. "Why'd you do that?"

"So you'd answer my question."

"Then you don't get to see my fallen shoulder strap anymore." She pulled the strap of her dress back up again, then let go of her faux annoyance. "Favorite sexy spot ... I think it would have to be ..."

Jake waited patiently.

"Oh my god, I don't know! I like a lot of parts." Abbie giggled. "But I'll go with ... the stomach."

"Ah, the stomach. The abs. The six-pack."

"Pfft. Doesn't have to be a six-pack, you know."

"Good," said Jake. "Cause I haven't done sit-ups since middle school."

"I like touching a man's stomach when I'm giving him oral pleasure. My hands always go there. I love the part just below when the hair starts to get fuller. And the belly button, that's always very sexy."

"Sexier on girls," offered Jake.

"True, sexier on girls. Ooh, I didn't think about girls." Abbie got wiggly again. "I'm gonna stick with stomach, though. Mmm, on a thin girl with a long flat stomach, the belly button is very sexy."

Jake nodded. "I agree, I agree." He glanced over at Abbie. "I know a thin girl, you know."

Abbie smirked. "Oh do you?"

"Her belly button is super sexy."

"Is it now? I didn't know that." Abbie enjoyed playing along with this.

Jake glanced over again. "I wonder if she'd let me see it for a moment. Do you think she would?"

"I bet she would," said Abbie. "But it's under her dress." Abbie pulled at the bottom of her dress, sliding up her legs a bit. "I doubt there's any way to get under there without showing off her panties."

"Oh, that's probably a dealbreaker. Unless ... would she be okay letting folks see her panties?"

"Hm, that seems like a reasonable option." Abbie pulled her dress further up, and Jake was able to glimpse a bit of her simple, white cotton panties. "White implies purity, you know."

This caught Jake off guard, and he let out a loud laugh.

"Hey! What's not pure about me?" Abbie asked.

Jake looked at her slowly before returning his eyes to the road ahead. "What's not pure about you?"

"That's the question. And in the meantime, while I wait for an answer, I'll just continue pulling my dress up so you can see my panties."

Jake laughed again. "Um ... clearly there's nothing impure at all, it was my mistake."

"That's right," said Abbie. "Like the driven snow."

"I would so like to drive in your snow, Abbie Andrews," said Jake without the hint of a smirk.

"That doesn't mean anything," said Abbie. "And it sounds silly." She had lifted her dress past her hips. She leaned back in her seat, and rubbed her stomach. "This is the part I meant, this is the part that I like best." She teased her own skin with the tip of a finger, tracing around her belly button, and gently grazing the surface of her stomach. She began to breathe more deeply.

Jake was also quite taken with her in this moment, and found himself a bit short of breath. He felt his dick tightening in his pants. "I forgot to mention that a woman's inner thighs run a close second to that shoulder spot."

With a sigh, Abbie replied, "Do they now ..." she brought one hand down to her thighs, which she spread apart. Her right hand dragged along the skin of her right leg, and her left rubbed her stomach, but both hands were gradually moving toward her white panties. Her left hand got there first, and she touched herself over the material of her panties, pressing her finger onto her labia and clit. Her right hand moved over the outer edge of her panties, and toyed with the elastic waistband before sliding inside.