Robin complied, and though he tried to avert his gaze, his attention was irresistibly drawn to her soft flesh, which reminded him most powerfully of Aphrodite come to life.
     Even as Robin's large brown eyes widened in astonishment at their predicament, she said, "You've seen boobs before, so there's nothing for either of us to get worked up about."
     "Yes, of course," he replied, but his inability to shift his gaze suggested just the opposite, or at least the likelihood that he'd never seen an equivalent of the rounded perfection which now glowed so invitingly before him.
     "I'd like my shirt, if you don't mind."
     Robin swallowed hard and then nodded, croaking, "I'm so very sorry." Trying to appear unruffled despite her nakedness and Robin's brassiere-entangled hand, Alexia shuffled over to the sofa and her shirt.
     Leaning against the back of the sofa, Alexia faced her young neighbor and said evenly, "Now just slip the straps off my arms, and I'll put on my shirt."
     With their bodies bound in such proximity, Robin's nervousness was palpable as he gently pulled the ensnared straps down her forearms. In the strained silence his gaze shifted to the warm flesh just a few inches from his quivering fingers, and the eighteen months since his college girlfriend had left him weighed most heavily. While it was true he's seen a clothing-free female before, his girlfriend's features had been, well, different; the one similarity seemed to be the firm