He does

"So, I believe you were going to show me your bedroom young girl?" His words break her from her nervousness, as she realises she has been waiting for him to speak. She smiles, relaxing slightly, turning towards the stairs.

"This way then" she tries to sound seductive as she begins the ascent, hoping her swaying hips look sexy and not just awkward. She keeps her eyes forward, resisting the urge to glance back as she hears him a couple of steps behind. She reaches the first landing, turning along the short passageway to the second flight, again not looking around, knowing that he is still right behind her.

As she steps onto the first rung of the stairs that lead up to her room, she gasps as she feels his hand caress her skirt and over her ass, casually lifting the back of it up. "Nice thong" he comments, already letting the skirt fall back down over her. And then she is there, standing outside her closed bedroom door, high up in the house. Her mind races, trying to recall how tidy her room is, whether she has left anything laying around, but she knows it is too late now as he steps right behind her and runs hands around her waist.

"Well, aren't you going to open the door Flis?" he whispers as he leans down so his lips brush her ear. And with that she pushes the door wide and steps inside, hoping he won't be put off by any mess or the fact it is clearly the bedroom of a teen girl, full of college books, discarded clothes and so much else that gives away her age.

She walks to the middle of the room before turning to face him, finding him already in the room and the door once more closed. He looks straight at her, smiling, a smile that tells her he has a clear idea of what he wants now.