Jake exercises a little restraint.

Jake pulled back from her, walking awkwardly over to the pantry to get the broom and dustpan. As he started to sweep up the broken bowl, Sam spoke up.

"Jake, that was not your fault. This is something we're gonna have to deal with sooner or later. You can't hide your attraction to me any longer." She paused as if receiving information from an earpiece. "Let's experiment to see what the boundaries are and how we can be little safer."

She thought for a second. "You know, it's funny - even when you were getting me all revved up, I wasn't attracted to you. I wanted to have sex with you, but not because I found you attractive." She blushed. "Sorry, I'm being really blunt. We shouldn't talk about this."

Watching her turn from analytical to scandalized, Jake realized that his own sense of awkwardness around the conversation had made her stop talking. "Damn, I gotta get used to that."

She laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. "How do you think I feel? Everything that feels like a natural impulse to me is completely artificial. Speaking of which..." Sam unbuttoned several buttons on her shirt and bent forward.

As he was about to avert his eyes, she stopped him. "Now, now," she said, swaying a little to give her cleavage a little jiggle, "no prudishness. I need to test something and I can't do it if you've got me blushing like a Victorian dowager."

Jake coughed nervously and turned to glance at Sam's cleavage. She bit her lip. "Come on, give it a real look!" Against his better judgement, he turned and stared.

Sam's response was subtle, but she grew slightly flushed. "Alright, come on." She pulled him toward the bedroom.

For the first time that afternoon Jake found himself wishing he could see inside her brain the way she could see inside of his. He was worried this would lead to more temptation, but he knew Sam must have something in mind other than sex.

"Ok, stand here." She positioned him so they were both in standing front of his bedroom mirror. She leaned over again, drawing his attention to her chest.

"Aha! This makes sense! Jake, I'm not attracted to you - I'm attracted to me!"

It suddenly clicked for him. She wanted to have sex because he wanted to, but because he found her attractive, she found herself attractive. It was all so confusing, but weirdly arousing. Sam, meanwhile, was cupping her left breast experimentally.

"Geez, is this really how guys feel about tits? No wonder they're obsessed! These things are amazing!" At this point she was jiggling both around. Jake, who was beginning to get an erection, cleared his throat. She abruptly stopped. "Sorry about that, but you get it. Obviously."

"So what?" he asked. "This means you don't wanna have sex, you wanna masturbate?"

Sam laughed. "I think masturbation is one of the many things that are gonna get weird, but no, I want to have sex with you. You physically desire me, so that means I physically desire for you to have me. If you're hungry, I'm hungry, but I'll feel full once you're full. I may find myself attractive through your eyes but I want you to have sex. I'll feel the sex through you anyway." She paused. "This is gonna make dating really complicated."

He couldn't help but laugh; that line had gone verbatim through his head. Sam, of course, laughed too.

"Seriously though, I have a hell of a caboose. I don't know how I possibly would but I'd love to tap that."

Jake cleared his throat. She immediately stopped admiring her ass in the mirror. "Ok, enough of that."