Mary didn't notice either.  Not until she adrenalin rush wore off.  When it did, she became aware of the strangest, must tingly causing sensation and looked down.  There was just enough light from the screen to see a dark, graceful hand folded lovingly around her breast.  Mary stiffened, then held still, afraid to move.  She was afraid to break the contact, the contact of another body that had always been so absent in her life.  Ignoring the screen, she carefully turned her head just enough so she could see Mya out of the corner of her eyes.<br/><br/>"Mya," she whispered, voice unsteady.  "Please, wait..."  Afraid she'd jerk away, Mary kept eye contact and put her hand over Mya's.  When she drew it down, the black girl's palm caressed Mary's breast, making it ache in a scary wonderful fashion.  She slid it down until it was just underneath her breast, then stopped.  Mary left her hand atop Mya's, pressing the other girl's hand into her body, and then leaned over and rested her head atop Mya's.<br/><br/>