Susan giggled at the image of Terry sitting there with a mouth full of croissant and having him spew it about because of her question. It was actually quite funny in all honesty. She knew that it wasn't something she'd do, she wouldn't have the guts to do it with other people around, but now, out here with the open field she could talk to Terry openly and not be worried about others hearing her. That made all the difference to her.
Susan wasn't really aware of how close she was sitting to him. She mostly felt so comfortable with him that sitting so close, touching him, wasn't something she thought twice about. Susan wasn't a person that just opened up so easily. She seemed open and honest about everything and that's how people perceived her, but most of the time to actually get to know Susan a person had to count themselves lucky because knowing her this intimately wasn't something just anybody got to do.
Speaking to Terry so candidly was difficult for Susan mostly because of the topic, not the audience. Had she been telling Justin she would have likely been the same way. She was talking to Terry though, like he was Justin, and that to Susan was quite big considering. "He, um. He sucked on my...you know..." She whispered softly. Even with the whole big field she felt somewhat embarrassed to say the word. She leaned in and whispered it in his ear instead.
She pulled back her cheeks even brighter than before. She relaxed a little when Terry smiled at her and she couldn't help but laugh just a little, glad that the tension was sort of broken. "It was nice. I liked the feel of it." She admit. Susan felt insecure in the moment and so she looped her arm through his and hugged it, wanting something to make her feel less disconnected. His questions were...well surprising. They weren't the ones she expected. Susan searched his face. "Is it weird that I'm telling you this?"