Yeah

"Okay," you say. He perks up as he hears your answer and the two of you make your way to his house. You had been there countless times before, but this time felt different. He let you in and the two of you made your way to his room. He looks at you expectantly, and you smile a bit and pull your sweatshirt off, tossing it onto his desk.

His eyes shoot to your tits instantly, and you don't blame him. They are very nice. He grins and walks over, sitting next to you, and he leans in. He kisses you, tongue invading your mouth. You don't resist, instead going with it right away. Why was this so nice? Even the slight scratchiness of his stubble is somewhat appealing to you.

His hands explore your body, one groping ass or sliding up and down your back while the other slips under your top to grope at your tits. First through the bra, then slipping them free to handle them directly. Even your hands start to wander, groping for purchase on his back, moving down to his ass. It's firm, so different from how yours now is. At one point, your fingers even idly brush his crotch and you can feel the hardness hidden away in there. It sobers you for a moment, but only a moment.

Things progress, and you're only able to latch onto brief flashes as you lose yourself in the pleasure of making out with James. You're moved to a different position, laying down. Then your top is off, tossed to the floor. Your bra soon joins it. He's pawing at your tits and the brushes of his fingers against your nipples feels great. He unbuttons your pants and pulls them down a bit. You lift your ass up and he pulls them off, struggling a bit with how tight they are. Then he's on top of you, and somehow only in his boxers. When had that happened?

As you continue making out, you can feel his dick, only restrained by his boxers pushing against you. He's thrusting a bit, and you are two, crotches rubbing against each other with only two thin layers of fabric keeping you from actually fucking.

James reaches down and tugs at the waistband of his boxers. Your eyes are locked there, watching. He pauses. "Can we...?"