Your house

As you are driving away, Sydney finishes another beer and then turns to ask you. "So... I take it you don't care where I live?"

"Honestly I figured my place would be better" you answer "I live alone and have a lot of space, I bet you live with roommates or perhaps with Greg?"

"Close enough, but yeah I guess your place might be more fun, just promise to give me a lift home afterwards okay? I don't need another man threatening to leave me stranded" she said with a bit of anger.

"Not to worry, I'm not that kind of person," you say honestly. The rest of the short drive is in silence.

As you pull into your driveway, you look back at Sydney, "Welcome to my house, hope there is at least a beer left for me."

Sydney bleches and then shows you that there is three left. It hasn't hit her yet but you suspect that when it does it might be interesting.

You lead her into your house and after you lock up behind yourself, you point her to the living room. Now you are able to get a better look at her, She is in her early to mid-'20s, has very light brown hair, and appears to be rocking a B-cup. Her ass in those tight jeans was obviously the product of good genetics as she doesn't appear to be the type to go to the gym. From the way she drinks, it's still youthful metabolism. Her makeup was done to accentuate her smoky bedroom eyes

She tosses off her jacket and reveals her tight green tank top, her bra is doing an amazing job of giving her a decent amount of cleavage.

"So how did you want to do this?" you ask already getting hard.