Annabelle moans receptively to being rubbed through her skirt, but seems a little surprised when he gets on his knees. She reddens, supposing it makes sense if he wanted to see it... A subject of his curiosity, she figures, rather than mere lustful whimsy.

Having the split swell of her cupped like that makes Annabelle shudder as she sets her jaw, the contact burning sweetly. When she's spread, however, it feels a bit strange—and embarrassing, obviously. It's easy to do even though she's standing because of how thin she is.

When she feels his fingertip, Annabelle gasps, hunching a little as she grasps his wrist with both hands. "Lauren," she breathes out, then gives a breathy chuckle, her wild hair all fallen around her face as she looks at him. "I've never... I haven't ever really done that," she explains, tucking some hair behind her ear. Uselessly. It falls right back down. "Go slow... I'm not sure if it will hurt."