Abbie encourages Darryl to take initiative

"Have you ever touched a woman before?" Abbie asked. Obviously he had, and Abbie knew that. But his timid energy and trepidation over putting his hands on her body were so curious to her that she asked anyway.

Darryl smirked. "Of course I have."

"Then this oughtn't be such an alarming experience."

"No, I suppose it oughtn't." Darryl was amused by Abbie's use of the word 'oughtn't,' so opted to repeat it, his tone on the verge of playful.

Abbie smiled. She noticed what he was doing. "Are you usually this cautious when touching a woman?"

"Are you usually this cavalier?"

"Mm-hm," said Abbie confidently. "Why dance around it and pretend it's not something both of us want?"

"You want me to touch you like this?"

Abbie nodded again. "Although it would probably be more fun for us both if you, I don't know, liked it more." She looked down at his hands on her chest. "Though maybe I'm assuming too much. Maybe you don't like the feel of my breasts, is that it?"

"No," Darryl said quickly. "They feel ... great."

"Is it the size? Do you like them bigger?"

Darryl shook his head.

"Smaller?"

"No, really -- they're quite perfect." Darryl swallowed, stunned that they were talking this way.

Abbie shrugged. The slight motion of her shoulders **** enough movement in her upper body that she could feel the contact between her breasts and Darryl's hands more firmly. "I've always liked them -- but maybe I'm too arrogant about that. Maybe I just don't know enough of what other people like."

"I promise -- I like them. And anyone who doesn't is a fool."

Abbie took a deep breath and let it out. She pressed further against Darryl's hands as she sighed, and watched his face for a reaction -- which was his eyes growing a bit wider, and maybe his cheeks reddening.

"Ah -- well, maybe you're not a boob guy. Not everyone is a boob guy."

"I -- I don't have any issue with, um, boobs." Darryl's voice cracked slightly.

"That's fine, but some guys are more into girl's butts than boobs. Which do you like better?"

Darryl swallowed, powerless to move his hands from Abbie's body. "Really, I'm pretty sure that ... well, in your case ... I --" He took a deep breath. "I'm sure every part of you is quite wonderful."

Abbie smiled. "That's sweet of you to say. But everyone has preferences. So which is yours, tits or ass?" She gazed up at him with a simple and relaxed expression of casual happiness, as if she was asking nothing more than his preference between coffee or tea. That, plus a slight twinkle in her eye that, if Darryl had been perceptive to it (and he was not), would have suggested that she was interested in a lot more than coffee or tea.