The coffee shop

On the rest of the short trip to the coffee shop, Jacklyn asks you five questions to your one. "What classes are you taking?" "Who's your favorite teacher?" "Who's the sexiest celebrity?" "What do your mom and dad do?" "How many brothers and sisters do you have?" ("Literature, Gym, Trigonometry, Biology, English History, and German", "Miss Kemstad", "Olivia Wilde", "Dad's a mechanical engineer and Mom's has an antique store", and "I'm an only child"). You only got to ask her who her best friend was (Amy). You are amazed by how talkative she is. The weed really opening up her talking.

You park and go in, ordering your usual mocha latte. She surprises you by ordering a double macchiato, two shots of espresso with just a touch of foam. While you wait for your drinks, Jacklyn takes your arm in both hands. You look down at her and she looks up. You see her smile and it reaches her eyes. You have a really good feeling. You lean down most of the way to her lips. She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses you briefly. Then the order is up. You both turn to the counter and take your drinks.

"What do you think about taking our drinks somewhere else?" you ask.

"I think that would be a grand idea. In fact, if you want to, my house is only about three blocks from here and it's currently empty. The parents come home at six and my sister is off to college. Does that suit the situation?" Again that look of intense interest. You really like the new looser Jacklyn. She went from barely speaking to you to offering to take you to her empty house for really promising, but undetermined, activities, including at least drinking coffee.

"That's suits me fine, Jacklyn," you say as you grab her hand and lead her out of the cafe.

As you get to the truck, you pull her to her door and press her against it. Take her drink from her hand and put both hers and yours on the roof of the truck. You lean down and kiss her again, this time poking your tongue through your lips to lick at hers. She puts her arms around your neck and opens her mouth to your French kiss. You become lost in kissing her, entwining your tongue with hers, and holding her body tightly to yours. After several minutes of kissing bliss, you break off and catch a breath. She is definitely flushed and panting, looking at you with lust as well as interest. You open the door for her again and hand her into the SUV. You hand her the macchiato, and grab your mocha. When you get in your side, she tells you her address, and you drive a little too fast out of the lot and down the street.