Should you?

"I should...probably get back to bed." You make no move to take your hand off her knee, though. That's weird. You take another pull from the bottle of Sam.
"Can I get some of that, James? A little hair of the dog might...help me sleep." She leans forward to snag the bottle, and you're treated to the struggle between the neckline of the dress and her enhanced tits close up. Frank had been a breast man: he had paid for the implants without a second thought. When she shifts, your hand slides up her leg an inch or two as well, and her eyes are on yours as she swipes the beer.
"Y..yeah I guess so." You swallow as she pops the bottle between her plump lips, leaning back to chug most of the contents before handing you back the bottle with maybe a single pull left.
"Whoops. Guess I was thirsssty..." she slurs a little, and giggles. You drain the bottle, and clear your throat. Why is your mouth so dry all of a sudden? Your hand still hasn't moved, either. Why? You look down at it in confusion.
"So there was this one girl at the club tonight..." Kayla begins, leaning back and letting her legs fall apart slightly. In the dim light, you can't really see anything, but the darkness between those thighs is mysterious and beckoning. You aren't sure, but you don't think Kayla's wearing panties. You should really head back to bed now. "Sammi?"
"Oh yeah, I know Sammi." Samantha LeTourneau was a frequent fixture at La Palacia: a 26 cutie from a PR firm who loved to dance and flirt, and a frequent dance partner of yours whenever Jenna was at the bar or dancing with a different guy.

"What about her?"
Kayla get's a mischievous look. Well, it's hard to tell if it's mischievous in the darkness, but your eyes are more adjusted now. "Well...I wwas in the bathroom, and I overheard her telling her friend that she was disappointed you weren't with us." She gets a conspiratorial air. "She had some...very complimentary things to say about you. I think Jenna would be pissed if I told her what this little tart said."
You blink in surprise. You've danced with Sammi, sure. And shared laughs and drinks. You and Jenna both have. With Kayla's words, some of your interactions take on a new light.
"Wow...I never suspected."
"You men...you're always...so...clueless...about when a girl is into you." She punctuates her words, leaning forward and smiling. Your hand slips a little further down her leg. "You going to do something with that, James?" She spreads her legs a little more, and yep....definitely not wearing panties. "Or are you going to just tease me all night?"