Abbie puts Darryl's hands on her body

Abbie took a deep breath and smiled at Darryl. "Well, unless you'd like me to say good bye and walk away, you're going to have to get more comfortable with me close to you."

Darryl turned his body slightly and scratched his ear. He was looking for some kind of physical release to break the tension he felt. He let out a loud sigh, clicked his tongue, and turned back to Abbie with an air of resignation.

"Okay. I have decided, I'm going to be comfortable with ... whatever happens here."

Abbie grinned. "Good." She looked him up and down. "I don't really believe you, but we'll go with it anyway."

Darryl chuckled. "Yup. We'll go with it anyway."

Abbie reached her hands forward and took hold of Darryl's. "I'm holding your hands. Does this make you nervous?"

Darryl looked down at his hands. His heart was pumping hard, but he was going to make every effort to not get in his own way.

"No."

"Good," said Abbie.

She slowly lifted his hands, and gently placed them onto the front of her shoulders. She took a deep breath, he chest expanding and rising, and she noted that Darryl looked down at her chest as she did.

"You're just touching my shoulders," she said, letting go of Darryl's hands. "Does this make you nervous?"

Darryl shook his head, grinned, and lied to her. "Nope."

"I'm glad."

Abbie reached across her body with her right hand, and placed it over Darryl's, on her left shoulder. She slowly moved his hand down onto her upper arm. She let go again, dragging her own hand back across her chest, casually caressing her breasts as she did, and making sure that Darryl was watching.

"That's my arm. Does that make you nervous?"

"No."

"It shouldn't. It's just a body part. No different from anyone else's."

Darryl looked into her eyes. "Yours is quite different from everyone else's."

Abbie giggled. "You're sweet."

She stretched her left hand across her body and touched Darryl's left hand, which was still resting on her shoulder. She pulled it down onto her upper chest, his fingertips just below her collarbone. As she released his hand, it relaxed onto her chest, the base of his palm resting against her breast. Abbie looked down at his hand, then looked back at him, smiling softly. As she breathed she could feel the weight of his hand against her chest, and wondered if he felt it as well.

"What are you doing?" Darryl asked.

"Letting you touch me. Little by little so you don't get so nervous." She looked down at his hand on her chest again, and breathed deeply. "Does this make you nervous?" She brought her eyes back up to meet his.

"Abbie, I --" Darryl's voice was dry, and he swallowed to regain his composure. "My hand is ... that is, you put my hand on your ... I can -- can you feel ...?"

"You sound nervous, Darryl. Have I made you nervous?"

Darryl slowly shook his head, but didn't speak.

"As long as you're okay."

Softly, Darryl said, "Are you okay?"

Abbie nodded. "Yes."

"And you're okay with ... with how I'm touching you?"

"Darryl," she began with a small sigh. "I guided your hands there. Of course I'm okay with it." She put her own hands on top of his again and felt how tense he was. "Relax."

Abbie breathed deeply again and took a small step closer to Darryl. This all but **** his left hand to fall completely against her breast, and even as much as Darryl's instincts were to resist, his only options were to allow himself to be pressed against her or to move his hands away completely.

"Relax," Abbie repeated, pressing his hands a bit more against her. She reached across herself again to hold his right hand, which was still clutching her upper arm. She pulled it toward her chest, basically mirroring the other. Both of Darryl's palms were essentially resting over Abbie's nipples, though his fingertips were still higher up on her chest.

Darryl swallowed again, catching his breath.

"Are you nervous now, Darryl?" Abbie said calmly.

"How are you ... not nervous?" he asked.

Abbie smiled. "What do I have to be nervous about?"

Darryl cleared his throat. "Um, I don't know. A strange man whose hands are practically groping you?"

She corrected him. "A sweet man who I'm hoping to find a stronger connection to." Her deep breathing continued, and with their closer proximity to one another, when her chest rose up, Darryl's palms were completely pressed against her.

"Your heart beat ..." Darryl said.

"Can you feel it?"

"Mine is racing."

Abbie sighed softly. "Mine isn't. Feel it." She was still holding his right hand against her, and pushed him down a little on her chest. His fingers splayed as she positioned his hand squarely onto her left breast. "Can you feel it?"

Darryl clenched his left hand slightly, barely squeezing Abbie's breast. She took a more sudden, sharper breath as he squeezed.

"I can't," Darryl said.

"No?" Abbie tilted her head and looked at him. "Why not? What do you feel instead?"

Darryl chuckled lightly in disbelief that this interaction was unfolding as it was. "I feel your, um ... your ... boob."

Abbie giggled and clutched his hand tighter against her, completely forcing him to grope her through her dress. "Does that make you nervous?" She bit her lip cutely and looked at him.

"It, uh ..." Darryl swallowed again.

Abbie took his other hand and moved it onto her right breast. She squeezed her own hands against his, physically imploring him to do the same to her.

Darryl inhaled deeply, his breath shuddering. "Abbie ..." he said softly.

Abbie let go of his hands, leaving them on her body. She stretched her around around him, running her fingers through his hair, toward the back, resting her arms limply atop his shoulders, her hands dangling behind him.