"I guess here is fine then." Artyom replied his hands trembled somewhat as he nervously moved closer to Ruby, he had to calm himself, remember what Evangeline told him: Remain in control or at the very least try to keep calm, "I am flexible man. My... tastes are open to experimentation I think saying goes?"<br/><br/>She a rather pleasant body, Artyom admitted to himself as he slowly wrapped his arms around his fellow student, loosening her skirt and unbuttoning part of her shirt so that his hands could readily explore what they barely hid. At first his fingers ran along her stomach, she could feel the coarse gauze texture that covered Artyom's right arm sliding upwards to her breasts while the softer touch of his left hand traced lightly towards her folds.<br/><br/>Vaguely he could feel through his hand the lingerie that supported Ruby's assets, cupping her left side Artyom gently enclosed it tightening his fingers one at a time to massage it. Oddly it only occurred to him that the school's uniform would present itself as problematic when his left hand encountered some resistance from the red head's combination of underwear and leggings, it meant that there wasn't as much space to move leaving his hand to be pressed tightly against the woman's mound. Her skin felt smooth and damp, though it compared nothing to what her lips were releasing.<br/><br/>Artyom moved closer still whispering in her ear, "I am curious, when you say nectar what do you mean? If I continue when my movements would that make more?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>