Jake and his audience(s)

Jake smiled to himself 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? He looked over to Abbie, his patient, obedient audience. Her grin told a slightly different story, one of amazement. I should do this for her, Jake thought, his inner monologue continuing. It's not for Olivia, it's for Abbie.

He moved his hands back to the top of Olivia's back, but now parted them slightly, widening his hold, and in doing so, allowed his fingers to reach around Olivia's sides. Jake was surprised when his heart rate picked up and he felt a flutter of nerves rush through him. 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.

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

Jake brought both hands over to Olivia's right side, and shifted his attention specifically to that part of her body. Olivia rolled to her left a bit to give Jake 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 Abbie.

She was still feeling aroused from everything she'd watched so far (not to mention her time with Jake earlier), and now seeing Olivia bare herself (even partially), she felt a tingle between her legs.

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

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

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

Jake was still watching Abbie, so although the question had been for Olivia, he wanted to see Abbie's reaction. She smiled at him, and casually ran her fingers down her stomach and across the front of her bikini bottom. Seeing that alone gave Jake a rush of excitement.

With each stroke, Jake wrapped more of his hands around Olivia's body until he was no longer cautiously avoiding anything -- he 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 Jake hit a tender spot.

Jake's hands roamed further around Olivia's body, her side, her abs, her hips. She rolled a little from side to side, giving Jake access to wherever his hands wandered. All of their movements were small, subtle, enough to keep Olivia and Jake actively engaged (and Abbie at a short-distance 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?"