“Hey hold on... I’m not even sure I’ve felt that yet...” Jeff joked.
His comment must have struck a nerve with Beth. Abby and Frank watched silently as she stood up and walked around the table to stand next to him. Once in position, she commanded him to stand up. Jeff shivered in his chair. It was strange to hear her voice so close to his head while her face was so far above. Feeling intimidated, he followed her order. He couldn’t help staring at the pussy just below her nose. He had seen it plenty of times before, but never on her face. She didn’t seem to care as her hands slipped under his shirt. She gently rubbed his sides before sliding up to meet his breasts.
Jeff hesitated, but let her continue. With some theatrics she began to announce all of his most sensitive bits by name while pinching and stroking each in turn. As he had come to learn, his new chest wasn't much more sensitive than a pair of fat rolls, though his nipples definitely tingled more than he was used to. In fact, they seemed to be getting more sensitive as she continued. He didn’t have a chance to learn their potential before she lowered her hands. Her fingers ran down his pelvis and stopped on his thighs. Goosebumps traveled down his legs as she gently raised her hands to meet the edges of his opening. She turned her right hand upward and gently inserted her middle finger between his lips. He let out a soft moan, then twinged when she pushed through his unbroken hymen. He gritted his teeth and accepted her finger. It was a very strange mix of pleasure and pain.
She began to slide a second finger in and whispered. “Don’t worry sweetheart, the pain goes away...”
She slid out her bloody fingers and began to rub his clit. This made him squeal and after a few short strokes, he fell back onto his chair.
“There ya go Jeff... Now you know...”
She snatched a tissue and began to wipe her fingers as she walked back to her seat.
The four of them were silent until Abby asked, “Well Frank? Who’s it gonna be?”
Frank thought for a moment...