She's into you, she follows you inside, and you make out.

"I, uh, I guess that would be okay. I mean, sure."

You put some extra sway into your steps as you lead Elizabeth inside and onward to the kitchen, bending over a little more than necessary to get the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. When you get the glasses you hold the cold pitcher against your breast, your nipple stiffening at the sudden chill, and you make sure Elizabeth gets a good view of it poking at the thin material of your yellow bikini top.

You pour a single glass and drink deeply, watching her over the rim of the glass. She can't take her eyes off you, and when you brush your fingertips over your stiff nipple you see her shiver.

"Do you want a taste?"

Elizabeth nods quickly, her eyes wide, and when you step closer she looks like she's about to faint. You brush your fingers over her cheek and when you lean in to kiss her, she melts into your arms. When your lips meet you feel her heart pounding against your chest.