Abby laughed lightly, glad the tension she'd assume a potentially uncomfortable situation like this could generate had never materialized.  She couldn't help but notice Michael's eyes taking in their third roommate.   A bit confused, since he'd just finished kissing her, she turned to the damp Matthew.<br/><br/>"I'm Abby. Nice to meet you."<br/><br/>She knew then for sure that she was the bad girl her parents had accused her of being, because the sight of the trickles of water traveling down Matthew's chest to disappear into the towel  below fascinated her.  And because she knew she should be shocked at the idea of Michael checking out the same thing, but instead, she felt an odd stirring in her stomach, and her breath quicken at the thought.<br/><br/>"Michael, this is Malibu.  You'll get used to the idea of a lot less clothes pretty fast!"  She turned to give him a smile, and lifted her bag up.  "I hope you brought a suit.  Maybe we can all catch some sun and surf in a little bit. I'm gonna go toss this stuff."<br/><br/>She walked around Michael and headed up the stairs with a grin on her face, her hips and backside swinging lightly with her unconsciously natural walk, thinking that this summer was turning out to be so much better than she'd imagined.