Darryl prefers tits

"Listen, I am absolutely certain that your ass is utterly sublime in every way. But I'm an old guy who doesn't think well for himself anymore. You've completely stunned me with your enchantments, and while I don't know (or care) what kind of wizard you are, I know that you're the sort that has astounding tits. I know this because for the last ten minutes, you basically wouldn't let me stop groping them. And, because you've basically made me into a minion, willing to do your bidding regardless of the consequence, I hereby declare myself a tits guy. God strike me down if this is the wrong answer, but I've said it."

Abbie laughed. "You've said it. Now it can't be unsaid."

"Which part?"

"All of it!" Abbie wiggled, her body still rubbing against Darryl's hands. "But the most important bit is that you've committed to an infatuation with my breasts."

"I have?"

Abbie scowled at him playfully. "You just said it! Don't tell me that it's just words with no awareness behind them?"

"So ..." Darryl started slowly. "I should focus more attention ... on your tits?"

"Yes!" Abbie cheered. "I mean -- you want to, don't you?"

"I ... yes, I think so."

Abbie took a deep breath and sighed. "Come on, Darryl. You just said you were more of a tits man. Do you think I would press you for such information if there wasn't a payoff?"

Darryl smiled. "I ... I suppose not. So just to be clear -- you'd be okay if I ramped up my efforts to get to know your boobs?"

"I'd be more than okay, Darryl. I'm asking you to do it." Abbie stood up straight, looked into Darryl's eyes. "Go on. I'm waiting."

Darryl nodded. "Okay." He reached his fingers toward one of Abbie's shoulder straps, sliding his finger underneath it, and lifting it just away from her skin. He kept his eyes on her face the whole time, and saw her blink slowly at him as he moved the strap. Taking that as a sign of encouragement, he hooked his finger around it, and lowered off her shoulder.

"Mm." Abbie elicited a small sound, one that Darryl opted to perceive as pleasure.

More quickly the second time, he released her other shoulder strap, and let it fall loosely along the sides of her arms. He traced the front edge of her dress from shoulder to shoulder, across her chest, his finger running along the smooth skin exposed just above the hem.

"It, um ... looks like you're probably ... not wearing a bra." Darryl stammered through a failed attempt to sound casual. "Is that correct?"

Abbie smiled. "You may have arrived at the right answer," she said, stifling a giggle. "But I'm going to need you to show your work."

Darryl smiled. "Turning the teacher tables on me. I like it."

He brought his fingers to the center of Abbie's dress, right between her breasts. He pulled downward, the front of the dress material stretching across her, but gradually giving on both sides due to the shoulder straps being loose. Little by little, Darryl's move exposed the tops of her breasts.

Abbie licked her lips and breathed deeply, the movement of her chest emphasizing Darryl's efforts.

He paused, and looked back at her. "I may have to use two hands."

Abbie smiled, and felt a rush of hot energy flash through her face. "Then you should use two hands."

Darryl adjusted his position, and took a firmer hold of the top of her dress with both hands. In one more confident move, he pulled down, at which Abbie's breasts bounced out of the top of the dress, fully revealed. He nudged the dress down past Abbie's stomach, and let the material sit at her waist.

Abbie stood there, now topless, staring at Darryl, a slightly devilish smile on her lips.

"Why do I feel like a teenager?" he asked aloud, but intended for himself.

"Because you're looking at me like one," Abbie commented. "Touch me like a man."

Again, Darryl hesitated. He stared at Abbie, his hands not moving. Abbie sensed the **** and looked at him.

"What?" she said innocently.

"Do you understand, this sort of thing doesn't happen."

"People don't touch each other?"

Darryl smirked. "Hot women don't come onto me this aggressively."

Abbie smiled. "Oh, Darryl," she said, her voice a little condescending, though not hurtful. "This is hardly aggressive."

"Well, this is hardly common," he said. "At least, not for me. You know that, don't you?"

Abbie nodded.

"You're hardly common as well. You know that too?"

"Uh-huh."

"And I'm a big dork who talks about geometry and thinks about sex instead of the other way around."

"You'd rather be thinking about geometry?"

Darryl laughed. "Right. Obviously, that's what I meant."

Abbie put a hand on his face, gently touching his cheek. She moved a finger over toward his lips and grazed against him. "Good. I hoped that's what you meant."

As Abbie moved closer to him, Darryl awkwardly put his hands up in front of him, and straight onto her naked breasts. He let out a tense sigh, but was so aroused by touching her that he felt his dick jolt against his pants. He knew Abbie felt it too -- it was right against her leg.

"Oh, I -- sorry."

Abbie breathed deeply. "Not sorry. Do it again."

"Do ... this again?" Darryl asked, squeezing her again, this time with more confidence.

"Mm, yes."

He clenched his hands around her breasts, fingering and pinching her nipples, groping her almost roughly, all to the point that Abbie was not just getting excited by being touched, but by the new characteristics Darryl was displaying.

"And ... this?"

Abbie lifted one leg slightly, rubbing the inside of her knee against the outside of his thigh. "Yes," she sighed.

He ducked his head down into her chest, and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on her, bit her, sucked again, and then switched to the other. Throughout, Abbie rolled her head back, occasionally uttering a small noise or moan.

Darryl's hands roamed her full upper body now. It was as if all of his nerves had finally, actually vanished, and he knew what he was doing. That's how Abbie saw it, at least. Truth was, he was moving quickly and roughly for fear that she'd stop him, and he figured, at long last, that he might as well get everything he could. He groped at her stomach, her back, but stayed primarily focused on her tits.

Abbie's breasts were very sensitive, and her nipples especially so. Darryl's athletic moves were both surprising and exciting to her. She loved the feeling of his hands on her skin, and she even put her own hands on his to touch him, to hold him as he pawed at her.

She slid her hand down his body to grope at his cock, which was rigid, fighting against his pants. She adeptly got his belt opened, his pants undone, and his fly down, all one-handed. She found the waistband of his underwear, and started feeling around for access.

"Wait," said Darryl. "You want to ... do ... more?"

Abbie slowly lowered herself into a squat in front of him, as she had before. She put her fingers into the elastic of his briefs, and started tugging downward.

"I thought you'd never ask."