Lil should take off her shirt

Lil's cheeks reddened in anticipation. "That, that does sound fair."

"Let's see. I pick..." Billy said, pondering. "Your shirt too."

Lil squeaked. "But I'm not wearing a bra!" she protested.

Billy smiled. "You think I didn't notice?" he said. "What do you think, fair?" Propped up on one elbow above her, he ran his fingers through her golden hair again.

"Fair," Lil said. She took a deep breath and lost herself in his eyes. Billy Royce, she thought. So near, so real. Her nostrils twitched. He even smells real.

"Dreaming?" Billy said. "Where should I pinch you?"

Lil reached up and grabbed Billy by the ears, hair, wherever she could grasp. She pulled their faces together, lips to lips, hungry for more touch, more taste.

After two ravenous minutes, Lil let go. Her face glowed, warm with excitement. She reached down for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, then tucked it under her pillow.

"Lovely as the first roses of Spring," Billy said, admiring her breasts. "May I touch? May I kiss?" Billy held himself up from Lil, waiting, his body resting calmly as his eyes roved over her skin, naked from the waist up. He breathed in the warm scent of Lil's body, reminiscent of her mother Veevee's but milder, more delicate.