[He shoots her a mildly irritated look that says 'I know what they are,' without his actually saying it. The whole thing is embarrassing and yet it isn't. He doesn't care much for social norms and expectations, so his status as a virgin has never really bothered him all that much, but he does care about not knowing things and then having knowledge of them suddenly become necessary and relevant.]
[Reaching out slowly, he cups her breast in his hand, as if testing the weight and fullness of it, as if he's seeing how the sensation compares to the measurements in his head. Then with great delicacy and purpose, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her nipple.]
[If it feels like a line's been crossed, it's because it has. Somehow the simple action is far more overtly and brazenly sexual than the stripping had been earlier.]
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[Reaching out slowly, he cups her breast in his hand, as if testing the weight and fullness of it, as if he's seeing how the sensation compares to the measurements in his head. Then with great delicacy and purpose, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her nipple.]
[If it feels like a line's been crossed, it's because it has. Somehow the simple action is far more overtly and brazenly sexual than the stripping had been earlier.]