Abbie likes to talk about sex

"The small talk is adorable," Abbie commented. "But this is not at all what I had in mind when I said I liked to talk about sex, by the way."

The timing was perfect, and Tyler burst out laughing.

"Right?" said Michelle. "You've got two hot girls here, the three of you are ready to party, and instead of ... whatever, we're just blah blah blah." She looked to Abbie, and the two women shared a sly grin.

"Okay, so let's go." Tyler commanded attention amongst the group. "What do you like?"

Although plenty eager to move the conversation to more exciting stuff, Abbie felt caught off guard. "What do I like?" she asked. "Like ... how do you mean?"

Tyler relaxed his position and gazed at Abbie. "Partners ... positions ... preferences ... what do you like?"

Abbie's mind was a chaotic flurry of ideas, but in the midst of the chaos, the one image of clarity she saw was Jake. Thinking of him made her smile. She tried to focus on him, focus on what she had with him, why he meant something different to her. She hoped that by exploring it articulating it, she might learn something about herself.

"I like to be touched," she said. "I like the feeling of someone's fingers on me. Sometimes I prefer the more erotic parts ..." She put a hand on her own body as she talked, not quite feeling herself up, but definitely getting close to that. "And sometimes, I just like the feeling of someone else's touch on my skin."

She turned to face Stefan, who had been almost completely silent.

"Do you like to touch?" she asked him simply.

Stefan blushed a bit, not sure what kind of answer she was looking for. "Uh ..." he stammered.

"Stefan's got a huge dick and a shitty personality," said Dominic. "He's never touched no one."

Abbie heard Dominic's words, but kept her focus on Stefan. "You should try it." She took hold of one of his hands, and placed it on her thigh. "Try it."

Stefan wasn't sure he wasn't being set up, so his eyes darted around the room, looking for something to confirm that Abbie was being honest with him.

"You aren't feeling me," she said to him. "I can tell. Your hand is just ... sitting there." She lifted his hand and placed it back on her thigh again. "Touch me. Do it on purpose." She looked at him. "Or don't you want to?"

Stefan wanted to, he just hadn't played this kind of game before. He moved his hand a bit, repositioning himself so that his fingertips rested against Abbie's leg. He moved his hand along her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin against the roughness of his own hand.

Abbie smiled a bit and closed her eyes. "Mm, that's better. Can you feel the warmth between us? That's natural electricity. That's chemistry."

"Ha," scoffed Dominic. "You and Stefan having chemistry?"

Abbie turned to Dominic. "Not like that. I mean actual science. He's stroking my thigh, and all the molecules of my skin are tingling, the electrons whizzing around, generating heat, creating natural magnetism. That, my friend, is chemistry."

"I don't know if that's true or bullshit," said Michelle. "But I love it."

"Try it yourself," Abbie said. "Get some chemistry with Dominic."