At her place

The two of you enter into her apartment. It has tall ceilings, and a luxurious and contemporary style to it. Chic, expensive furniture accentuate the room.

"Welcome in, Jimmy," Kaylee says. "Make yourself at home, sweetheart."

"O-ok," you say. You approach one of the chic kitchen barstools, but you hesitate because you have so little confidence and are afraid of being yelled at for doing something without permission. You point at it and stammer, "C-can I sit here, or...?"

Kaylee laughs, and you turn red. "Of course you can sit there, sweetie. You're such a silly boy," she giggles, and she gives you a wink.

"Sorry," you say as you sit down, and you meekly look down at your lap to avoid further embarrassment.

"It's okay, honey," Kaylee responds. "I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable. I'll be back in a moment!"

As she walks by you, she places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a loving squeeze, her hand trailing off your back as she walks away, then she goes to her bedroom and shuts the door.

A moment later, she reappears, wearing a white tanktop that wraps tightly around her large, round, perky, jiggling breasts, with her nipples poking through; and loose short-shorts that allow you to gaze upon her extra-thicc, extra-creamy, caramel thighs.

You instantly blush and look away, hiding your face in your hands. Her sexual prowess is literally too much for you to handle.

Kaylee walks up to you, concerned. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asks, putting a caring hand on your shoulder.

"N-nothing! I think... you're... you're just so pretty!" you blurt out, instantly regretting your words.

"Awwww, thank you! You're such a romantic little gentleman!" she says cheerily. She pinches your cheek. "I knew you were a good little boy."

Your face burns up more than you ever thought it could, and you can't make eye contact with her.

She bends over to your level and she caresses your face, and she pinches your cheek. "Such a cute little romantic gentleman," she says, and giggles. Then she extends her hand to you, an invitation for you to hold it. "C'mon sweetie. Let's go watch that movie together."

Kaylee takes you by the hand and leads you to the couch, and the two of you plop down right next to each other. Kaylee grabs the remote, navigates to the movie, and she presses play. A scene with Chris Pratt herding some velociraptors plays on the large flat-screen TV.

Again, just like she did in the car, she casually drops her hand onto your thigh and leaves it there as the movie plays, and she gives your thigh an occasional squeeze. Neither of you acknowledges it, and she just pretends that things are totally normal. The casual affection, of course, makes you incredibly nervous.

It's really hard to focus on the movie, not just because her hand is caressing your inner thigh and getting dangerously close to your balls, and also not just because your face is right next to her beautiful rack, and you keep sneaking glances at her exposed cleavage—but also because it's really cold in the room. It must be like 60°F. You can hear the hum of the central AC running. You're pretty sure she must have turned the AC on after she came out of her bedroom.

You start to shiver slightly. Your teeth chatter, but then you squeeze your jaw shut. You're too afraid to ask her for anything, but also, you don't want her to stop touching your thigh. The physical affection feels sooooo good, and you're starved for it. So you sit there and suffer in the cold, and you try to hide the fact that you're shivering.

Kaylee seems to be cold too, because her nipples are rock-hard and poking out of her tanktop.

After a while, you can't hold back the shivers, and Kaylee notices. She turns to you, resting her hand on your head and playing around with your hair as she asks, "Sweetheart, you're trembling! What's wrong? Are you cold, honey?"

You nod your head yes, while looking off to the side because her gigantic sweater puppies are right in your face and you don't want to stare.

"Hmm, do you have a jacket or a sweater or anything?" she asks.

You shake your head, no.

"That's no good. And I don't have any blanket or sweater I could give you, because today's laundry day... Hmmmm, what should we do about this pesky cold?" Kaylee puts her finger on her chin and pretends to be thinking of a solution.

"U-um," you start to speak up, "we could turn off the air condi—"

"Oh, I know!" Kaylee exclaims, cutting you off. "We could cuddle together to stay warm!"