To explain herself

"I'm so sorry!" said Joan and hugged herself against Connor. He stood there in confusion and embarrassment, only woken to action when she removed her face from his chest and began to kiss his chin.

"What... what for?" Connor asked. He wasn't sure how to react, or what she meant, and to cover it he just kissed Joan on the forehead gently.

"I got jealous when I thought I saw you looking at that lady on the drive to school. And then I came on too strong and scared you, and then I groped you in class. I can understand if you're upset, you've always been so sweet, and-" Joan was silenced with a kiss. Connor grew bolder as she returned it, and then as she began to grab his ass he broke off to say,

"It's alright. Joan, it's fine. I'm happy you wanted to do... to do those things. Really."

"I didn't scare you?" she asked.

"Well, a little, but I was happy too," said Connor. Joan grinned in relief, and then grabbed one of his hands and pulled it to her chest.

"Here, just like you never got a chance to in the car!" she said. "Mmm... oh! Connor!"

Connor's heart was pounding in his chest as Joan pressed herself into his arms. He even felt her begin to move her hips against his leg. She was actually panting now, and she had both her hands inside his t-shirt, except one was coming out to seize one of his hands from her chest and direct it lower.

He looked into her wide brown eyes, and saw only need. This wasn't something he'd ever expected, never even dreamed of. Joan was hot for him, wildly hot for him, all her carefulness forgotten and replaced by desire. Her mouth fell half open, and she whispered,

"Connor, you know what I need? Right now?"