Respecting his desire to keep his shirt on and hide the glaring sign of why they would never find happiness together, she kept her hands on his chest and abdomen. Caressing and exploring the skin, while he explored her. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing experimentally and brushing her nipples until he found out what exactly made her gasp and squirm. Once he had his fill, they continued down her waist, across her hips and to her naked legs. They brushed against her thighs, slipping underneath her shorts until they reached the junction of her legs.