The embarassment fades quickly, and she pauses for a very long time with a noncommital expression, as I begin to suspect that I may have just set a new precedent for "How deeply in doodoo can YOU get?" Have I just screwed up my friendship with the coolest adult I know?
"Well, I guess I asked for it, didn't I, buddy boy, with all that 'call me Rachel' stuff? You sure are an articulate little horndog when you get going, even if you sound like you've been getting vocabulary lessons from MAXIM or something... I mean, 'bouncy bootay'? 'great rack?' I bet that's not how you describe girls when you're talking to your folks!" She stopped for a moment. "And I wish you wouldn't talk about my nipples... that's been an embarassment all my life, the ways boys stare at them if I don't cover 'em up!"
I decide to keep to honesty, since I've already gotten myself this deep in it. "Did you think I was kidding, *Rachel*? You're a *babe*! You're the hottest woman I've ever seen in real life, and you're this close to me, and you're a really cool person... It was nothing but the truth, all of it, and it's all I can do to keep my hands off you right here, right now."
She blushes again, and as she glances at me, I'm CERTAIN I detect arousal in her expression. Fearfully, I reach out a hand to her shoulder... |