She assumes it’s not really a question, more another little teasing of her. But as she starts to push herself upright, he places a hand on her shoulder.
“Well?” he asks as he looks down at her. Felicity can feel herself blushing as his eyes look intensely at her and she gets the sense she won’t be allowed to her feet until she repies.
“Only the once I can remember” she confesses, hoping that will be enough to satisfy him, but his hand remains on her shoulder, just enough pressure to make it clear she still hasn’t told enough to be allowed to rise. “It was with my last boyfriend” she continues, pausing just to see if that will be enough to allow her back up. When his hand still remains on her, she goes on. “We’d been at a friend's house party, and well, you know…”
“I don’t know Felicity, so you will have to tell me, remember I’m not a teen, it’s been a while so I may have forgotten what teens get up too.” Felicity is sure he knows perfectly well, but that he is clearly enjoying the little tease of watching her blush and admit to something so private to an older man who she has only just met. But she knows she wants to tell him, wants to show him she can do what he wants of her.
“Ok, well…” she pauses as she tries to think how to tell him, should she be blunt and graphic or a little more ambiguous.
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