... How long had she been there? How much had she heard of him thinking aloud? How did...his thoughts completely shut down as his eyes locked on the girl in front of him. Goo was standing in front of him, hot water still steaming over her dark and freckled shoulders, which bore her raven hair that lay upon them like coiling snakes. Apart from her jet-black hair, all she wore was a single towel from his closet. It was wrapped around her waist. As she held her arms akimbo and smiled at him, Mac got a perfect view of Goo's exposed breasts. They stuck out only by the smallest of margins as her bosoms were still developing, but the cool air caressing them set her nipples to stiffen. As locked onto her chest as he was, something in him couldn't help but send his focus down to her lower stomach which seemed to make a rounding path that would inexorably lead him to her... he lunged.
Without any conscious thought, Mac placed both hands over her breasts; they were warm to the touch and her nipples felt hard yet supple. As his mind tried to justify what he had just done, he looked up and shakily said to the goddess before him,
"You shouldn't go out like that, you're not wearing anything up top!" Not trying to move the boy's hands, Goo just did that adorable eye-roll and looked at him.
"That's what's wrong with you, Mac, you're too uptight! Live a litt...