Some Things Just Can't Be Understood

(is it her butt? :P)

Maple placed a couple kisses on her neck. "That good?" He rubbed her back. "Or that?"

(Breasts. The other white meat. XD)

Pheobie simply hummed "It feels okay" She repeated.

(lol)

"Um...lessee..." Maple mumbled, first skipping down to her feet and legs before gradually working to her rear. "...Here?"

"Normal" Pheobie giggled. "what are you doing?"

"Trying to find any sensitive spots," Maple explained. "Should make you feel real good if I hit one."

"Oh." Pheobie murmured with a little smile.

"So, uh..." Maple began, rubbing her back again. Was he doing something wrong? Right now he wished the squirrel had bit him too. Then he would know what to do, maybe. He pulled her close to him, kissing her shoulder.

Pheobie hummed and wrapped her arms around his neck lightly.

Maple planted a trail of kisses from her shoulder and up her neck. "You're so lovely dear."

"Mmmmm No I'm not. I'm plain. I just stand out because of my colors" Pheobie murmured. She tilted her head to let him at more skin on her neck.

"How can you say that when you can be as vibrant as you like?" Maple teased between kisses, before running his fingers through her pink hair. "Most people have to spend time and money to change their hair, and sometimes it doesn't even work right. I know someone who was trying to fight gray hairs with blonde and ended up with bright orange hairs instead."

Pheobie hummed in pleasure. "That feels nice" she murmured.

"Being vibrant was why nobody liked me back on my world." she continued. "It made me stand out."

"Well I don't see any of them around, do you?" asked Maple. He put his hand over his eyes and scanned the room. "Nope, don't see anybody."

Pheobie giggled. "Maple you're so silly" she smiled

"You're the one whose being silly, my dear," Maple replied, ruffling her hair. "Why worry what others think of you when there's no one around but us?"

Pheobie blushed. "I dunno" she mumbled

Maple tapped at her nose lightly. "Then what is there to worry about? Now, next step: strip."

"Mm? What for?" Pheobie asked, blushing darker.

"We can't complete this otherwise. Our clothes will be in the way," Maple explained, looking embarrassed himself. "It'll...make more sense later." He began to take off his shirt.

Pheobie blushed but sat up. She tugged her tanktop off (she was wearing a teal bra) and tried to take her pants off, but taking skinny jeans off is a multiple person job, she had to at least be standing up to do it by herself.

Maple stared at her exposed skin for a while before the thought to help registered in his mind. He came over and began to assist with the jeans.

Together they finally got them off (Her underwear matched the bra). Pheobie blushed and tried to cover up with the blanket.

(is she still wearing the bra and underwear, or is she fully naked?)

The harder Maple tried not to look, the more he looked anyway. "...I must agree this is awkward." He began taking off his pants. "Don't worry. We'll be awkward together."

(bra and panties)

"O-okay" She mumbled, still hiding her partial nudity.

Maple kicked off the remainder of his pants, and then looked down himself. Of course today had to be the day he wore the boxers with little green frogs all over them. He felt his face go red.