Brad is next

Brad stepped up. He had a low voice, and spoke softly. "I'm next." Without explaining anything, he leaned in to her neck. But he chose a place on the front of her neck, right next to her collarbone. He sprinkled salt there. Nate placed a lime wedge in Abbie's mouth, and then poured another bit of tequila into her belly button.

Brad looked at Abbie. "Ready?" She nodded. He went back to her neck, and licked the salt. He stayed there a moment, sucking on her neck, which ultimately left a small hickey. He ran his hands down the sides of her body as he moved toward her navel. As he pressed his palms against her ribs, his thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts. Brad felt the plumpness of her bosom, and rubbed his thumbs a little bit to feel the firmness of her breasts. As he held her, her licked her belly button clean. He moved back upward again, and in collecting the lime, brushed his lips against hers. It wasn't quite a kiss, but it also wasn't not a kiss.

"Whew!" said Abbie. "That one was a little more intense!"

Brad smiled.

"I wasn't expecting to be groped during that, Brad," she scolded.

"Sorry, miss. I'll behave next time."

"Or just ask, you know. No harm."

"Next time," said Brad.

Abbie grinned at him. "It's okay. I'm still new." She blew him a kiss. "Okay, who's next?