He was fully clothed and she was completely nude. There should have been something far more awkward about this. Not to say that Billy was anywhere near comfortable, and he suspected he never would be again. But he didn't feel uncomfortable enough. It was... nice.
While her hands explored, his were content. It was probably clear that he'd never gone beyond kissing before; in fact, the number of times he'd gotten to kissing could be counted on one hand. While one hand was concerned entirely with her breast--the weight, the feel, the warmth, the reactions when he brushed her nipple--the other moved slowly down her back. He laughed a little when he realized he was touching her butt, although he didn't know what was funny about it.