Slowly, I began to raise my hands, sliding upward against her sides, the shirt raising with them. As I reached the bottom of her breasts I paused briefly, giving Zoey one last chance to call off this insanity. She remained silent. And I continued upward, earning a brief giggle from her as the shirt briefly got stuck on her boobs, something I clearly wasn't used to when removing a shirt. It was also a little awkward to get it past her hair and over her head, but before I knew it, I was tossing her shirt off to the side--leaving her all but naked in front of me.
"Now touch my boobs, for real this time."
My hands were already moving to do exactly that, drawn as if by some kind of magnetic force. I couldn't believe this was happening, that Zoey seemed to be okay with this. For the second tim
