<br/>The young woman nodded to his comment. She did adore being petted. It was better than laying in the sun, actually and it was so new and exciting. Their hands knew how to pet. It was something almost anyone could do but Gunther’s hand seemed a lot less tense while stroking her. She laid back, her long legs uncoiling from under her to stretch out on the recliner, purring at the petting. The strange attention to her nipples sent a strange, warm sensation down her spine and between her parted thighs.<br/><br/>“Some… pet too hard,” she mused aloud, licking at her lower lip again. Her nipples stiffened under his attention. No one had ever lingered there. Other patients sometimes stroked her, but never sexually. Tila did not really understand sex. Though she was fifteen before the death of her grandmother, she never went out and had no friends, no computer, no cable. She just helped her grandmother clean up and take care of the cats. Her aunt had talked a bit about being a woman, but Tila could not remember much of anything there.<br/><br/>A pet was a pet, after all, right?<br/><br/>His raking fingers cause the girl to arch her back, a soft, moaning purr crawling from her throat but that warm, strange sensation returned when his fingers rubbed at the smooth outer lips. When he drew away, she was looking at him, still holding the can near her closed mouth.<br/><br/>“No. Never touched there,” she replied.<br/>