Happy but horny

Joan ran out soon, and unlocked her car. Inside, she leaned across to kiss Connor, but more softly and less urgently than in the empty classroom earlier. Connor was relieved at the change.

"Mmm..." said Joan, "you really got me worked up earlier, you know that?"

Connor just nodded assent, although he couldn't recall doing anything to encourage Joan much.

"I got so worked up! You know I had to sneak off the bathroom before class and um..."

"What?" said Connor, who was starting to feel a bit fed up of being constantly confused.

"I masturbated," said Joan, then suddenly burst into giggling, "Oh my god I can't believe I said that! Or that I did that! Look, Connor, I'm sorry I told you, I can see how upset you are. I just... well, I was really horny. Things happen, you understand, right?"

"I guess." said Connor, who was now aroused himself. He reached out and stroked her hair softly. "Things have been a little strange today, haven't they?"

"Strangely good!" she replied, and grabbed his wrist. She pulled him in for a slow but fierce kiss.

"Alright!" gasped Connor, coming up for air, "Of course it's been good. But we can keep things from going too fast." Even as he said it, he could feel his own heart beating far too fast in his chest. Loud and fast.

"This isn't too fast!" Joan cried, and tried to pull him back in for another round of kissing.

"No!" insisted Connor, and found himself grabbing Joan by her hair, holding her still so he could look into her eyes. "You'd better take me home. Tomorrow evening, there's a party at Nate's house. We should go." Joan stared back at him, her lips still open and begging for more kisses. "But this is enough for today."

"Oh." said Joan. One hand reached down between her legs. Connor grabbed at it with his free hand.

"No!" he said, "Think of how public we are. I mean... call me later if you want to get yourself off, ok?"

This seemed to please Joan; she suddenly straightened up, her face assumed its usual focused look, and she reached for the ignition.