Yes, it was the right thing to do

"Come on," I said, extending a hand to help her up, "Let's get you to bed. Maybe we shouldn't have let you end up with the dirty pint."

She didn't really respond, just slipping her arm around my shoulders and leaning all her weight on me so I wasn't so much supporting her as dragging her to her room.

"Do you have your key?"

"Bra," she mumbled. "I keep it there... so it's safe."

"Are you able to get it?"

"Prolly not. You'll have to..." She trailed off, her eyes turning away from me to stare at the floor, but I knew what she meant.

I looked back at the group behind us. Nobody was watching, and my intentions were honourable.

"Okay, uh... Which side?"

"Left!" she announced confidently.

I adjusted her position to make it easier to reach and slowly, gingerly, ran my hand down into the far left side of her bra. Feeling nothing, I moved along the small swell of her breast. I heard a small gasp as my fingertips brushed a small, soft nipple; on the irresistible second touch (hey, can you blame me?) I was surprised to feel a harder, more erect mass in its place. By this point, I could feel a slight wetness between my legs.

"Wait, no, right. Sorry."

I rolled my eyes, quickly withdrawing my hand from her bra and sliding it instead down the right hand side, where it immediately made contact with the keycard to her room. I unlocked the door, pushed it open with the weight of our bodies, and led her to her bed.

"Can't sleep like this," she said groggily.

"Like what?"

"Clothes. Need pyjamas. For sleep."

"I, uh... You'll have to deal with it for tonight. It'll be okay."

"Please?"

I hesitated for a moment... Her clothes didn't exactly look comfortable, and it's not like she had anything I didn't.