The scene gets more intimate

"The scene is supposed to get a little more intimate than this," said Greg. "It will definitely involve Kim and Isaac kissing. Are you comfortable kissing on stage?"

Abbie looked at him, and then slowly nodded. "Yes." She breathed in, and let her mouth open slightly.

Greg looked back, and touched hair, and then her face again. Holding her face in his hand, he pulled her to him, and gently kissed her lips.

"Most of the time, stage kisses are very superficial. But if two characters need to demonstrate something ... more ..."

"Yes?"

"Are you comfortable with a longer, and maybe more aggressive kiss on stage?"

"Yes, I am."

Greg took a breath, and once again placed his lips on hers. This time, he opened his mouth more, and their lips locked in a much tighter, much more sensual kiss. He thought he felt the tip of her tongue moving against his mouth.

"If the scene is going to be played authentically, we have to really see Kim and Isaac exploring each other. Are you comfortable being touched on other parts of your body, like your legs?"

"Yes," Abbie said, though she wasn't sure what he meant.

"Would you lift your left leg up, and bend at the knee?"

Abbie nodded, and did what he asked. He held her by the thigh, and squeezed her closer to him. Her leather skirt was tight around her leg. As he held her body to his, he kissed her again.

"Now, see, that was a little awkward. We would learn in rehearsal that maybe that position doesn't work."

"And we would try another?" Abbie asked.

Greg shrugged. "Sure. We could try another."

"Okay," Abbie thought. "Greg, would it be okay if you put your hands on me ..." she stammered, and wasn't sure what words to use. "Put your hands on my ... on my butt, on my bottom, my ass, my ... on my ass. What words am I supposed to say?"

Greg laughed. "Say whatever words you want. But yes, it would be okay with me if you put my hands on your ass." He stared at her.

Abbie took his hands, and moved them squarely onto her ass. She was warm, and the leather skirt was smooth and taut.

"Like that?" Greg asked.

"Yes. But hold me. If this is authentic, then hold me."

Greg squeezed. "Like that?"

Abbie sighed. "Yes, more like that."

Greg held his hands firmly against Abbie's ass. She pressed her body forward into his, and thought she felt a small movement in his crotch. "Can I kiss you again?" he asked.

"Yes, please." He leaned in, and kissed her once more, this time both of them extending their tongues forward. The kiss was intense, both of their hearts were racing. Greg's hands were fairly still, holding Abbie's ass, but not aggressively groping it.