You'd rather do some necking on the couch

"I'm not much of a nightclub guy," you admit. "I'm sure we'd have fun, but I was hoping to have you all to myself for tonight."

"That's fine," she assures you. "Maybe another time. Guess I'm all yours, then." She smirks impishly.

You both relax on the couch, and before you can resist, she leans in and kisses you lightly on the lips. She smells mind-numbingly good, like fruit and jasmine. Her sheer top reveals her arms and a sliver of midriff, and her shorts are ridiculously short. She has a thin black collar around her throat that is amazingly sexy against her fair skin. Almost unconsciously, you lightly stroke her upper arm and a silky smooth thigh as you make out tentatively. Kendra sighs softly when you touch the inside of her knee. You sneak a glance downwards, and your breath catches when you see a hint of her bulge beneath those tight shorts. That knocks the nervousness back into you. Are you ready for this, or is still too weird and new for you?