Abbie and her audience(s)

Abbie smiled to herself and nodded slightly. She's right. Why am I dancing around the obvious? Why am I pretending -- to myself! -- that this backrub is anything less than an opportunity to be physically intimate? She looked over to Jake, her patient, obedient audience. His grin told a slightly different story, one of amazement. I should do this for him, Abbie thought, her inner monologue continuing. It's not for Olivia, it's for Jake.

She moved her hands back to the top of Olivia's back, but now parted them slightly, widening her hold, and in doing so, allowed her fingers to reach around Olivia's sides. Abbie was surprised when her heart rate picked up and she felt a flutter of nerves rush through her. Just that one new inch of skin, that one new reach around a previously untouched part of Olivia's body, and it was like sneaking into taboo new territory.

Her hands moved gently but confidently down Olivia's sides. She had moved her hands around enough that as her fingertips pressed into Olivia's skin, Abbie could feel the softer plush of the sides of her breasts. As she elevated the pressure from her fingers, she felt Olivia inhaling, slowly and fully, her upper body broadening, such that Abbie didn't have to move any further in order for her contact with Olivia's body to intensify.

Abbie brought both hands over to Olivia's right side, and shifted her attention specifically to that part of her body. Olivia rolled to her left a bit to give Abbie more room, lifting her side up. Her top remained on the chair as she rose, her right breast now exposed to whomever might be looking -- which in this moment, was Jake.

He was still partially aroused from messing around with Abbie earlier, and now watching Olivia bare herself (even partially), he felt things begin to stir again in his suit.

Even if Olivia didn't think that anything she might be doing was for Jake's benefit, Abbie certainly knew that it was. It was much like earlier (when Jake was fondling Abbie to tease Olivia) -- but now it was Abbie fondling Olivia to tease Jake.

"Feel good?" Abbie slowly began to move her fingers around Olivia's exposed right breast. She tucked her hand underneath Olivia's torso, cupped her boob, and gently began to press her fingers into Olivia's skin. Olivia's chest was firm, but not too muscular, and her breasts still had a supple softness to them, which Abbie found quite pleasing.

"Yes, it does," said Olivia, breathing heavily.

Abbie was still watching Jake, so although the question had been for Olivia, she wanted to see Jake's reaction. He smiled at her, and pulled on his bathing suit, apparently needing to adjust things that were moving down there. Seeing that gave Abbie a rush of excitement.

With each stroke, Abbie wrapped more of her hands around Olivia's body until she was no longer cautiously avoiding anything -- she was simply, plainly, and explicitly groping Olivia's breast, kneading it, stimulating it. Olivia's breathing was staggered, and she emitted small moans every time Abbie hit a tender spot.

Abbie's hands roamed further around Olivia's body, her side, her abs, her hips. Olivia rolled a little from side to side, giving Abbie access to wherever her hands wandered. All of their movements were small, subtle, enough to keep Olivia and Abbie actively engaged (and Jake at stark attention), but minimal enough to (possibly) not draw attention from anyone else in the area.

"I really don't want you to stop ..." Olivia said quietly.

"But?"

"But ... would you give a little attention to my lower back?"