You respond quickly with a Yes.

She smiles beautifully, and leans back over to the door fumbling with the lock to try to get out. "Relax, let me help you with that," you say and then jump out of the car and walk briskly around to the other side. Kara's drunk, and yet she seems to be trying hard not to be. She opens the door as you round the 2nd headlight and she climbs out. But as she puts her foot out to step on the curb she slips and falls. You get there just in time to scoop an arm under each arm from the front saving her from the muddy puddle caused by yesterdays little lightning storm. you pull her up to you, and she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls her face into your neck. You can feel her breath upon it. The smell of wiskey fills your nostrils, as does the scent of the shampoo in her hair. It's smells like a little peachy and it's a nice feminine smell. She kisses you softly on your adams apple and breathes a thank you warming your skin. Her muscles tighten and she pulls herself fully into you, you can feel those great little tits on your chest and her stomach against your crotch, and you walk her up the stairs to the door, with a hand on the small of her back. "Which apartment are you," you ask, she wispers "211, the 3rd door upstairs to the back, hmmmm you smell good," she slurs and smiles hugging you closely and taking a deep breath of you in. "Thanks you don't smell bad yourself, do you have a key?" "In my front pocket," she breathes, and then kisses your neck again. your other hand slides from her shoulder down the curves of her sides to her hips and then into the front of her jeans. You savor just the feel of her tight little body knowing this isn't gonna be the last time you touch her, but maybe next time she won't have a shirt as a barricade. As your hands drops into the depths of her pocket she opens her hips to you hand, and moans a little as you fumble around a little pretending the key isn't easy to find.