A brief makeout session

Wendy pulled over on the street outside his apartment. "Thanks for inviting me out, Matt. I had a good time. I hope this means you're going to dance with me tomorrow."

She looked incredibly nervous as she spoke and Matt realized she was at least as shy as he was... and, for her, she was being incredibly forward in practically demanding that he dance with her.

"Of course we'll dance," he promised. He leaned over the console and lightly grasped her face turning it to face him. "I had a good time, too. And I guess it's just as well that your mom called because otherwise I'd be tempted to do this.

He kissed her.

She jerked like she'd been hit by an electric shock but then leaned into him, kissing him back. Her tongue met his tentatively, almost as if she was kissing for the first time, and she shivered when he deepened the kiss.

Feeling empowered, Matt lowered his hands to her breasts.

She was wearing a padded bra so he couldn't actually feel much but her breasts yielded and she didn't pull away.

Finally, though, she did.

"Oh, wow. That was... wow. I really have to go but... she leaned toward him and kissed him again... but wow."

Matt got out of Wendy's car, his dick stiff as a board and watched as she drove away... only to turn and see his sister watching him from behind the stone edifice the big house called a mailbox.