"... Sure?"

Amelia giggles at your uncertain answer. While it is certainly true part of your plan for school was to get laid eventually, you had not expected an opportunity to come up quite this way or quite so fast. "Why..." you start to ask before Amelia raises her right hand to place her index finger over your lips.

"I'm not gonna tell you EVERYTHING about myself right out of the gate," she says, "but for now, I'll just say I got my reasons that I think it's okay to get to know someone a little better this way."

You nod once in understanding, nerves bubbling in your stomach as your spine becomes as stiff as your cock. For all your daydreams and plans, this is actually going to be your first time with a woman and a part of you grows worried that you are going to make a mistake and look like a fool. Those thoughts distract you enough that you do not notice Amelia leaning in towards you until her lips press tightly against yours. You both moan at the contact, Amelia's hands going up to your shoulders to pull off your jacket as her tongue works to quickly part your lips so she can deepen the kiss.

You fumble through it at first, letting Amelia take the lead in showing you how to properly rub your tongues together. She presses up against you, her modest bust pressing against your chest as she begins pushing you back onto the bed with a surprising amount of strength. You are so focused on the kiss that you offer no resistance and once you are prone, Amelia breaks the kiss and straddles you hips, rubbing her spandex clad crotch against the tent in your pants.

She begins unbuttoning your shirt, your eyes drifting down to follow the movements of her hands as each button slowly pops open and once she is done, she slides the material apart to expose your torso. "Not bad," she coos, running her fingertips over your bare chest and stomach, rocking her hips back and forth against your crotch a few more times.

Amelia then straightens up and reaches for her own t-shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it aside to reveal that she is not wearing a bra beneath it (making you wonder for a second if her line about gym class had been a lie and this had been her plan all along). Her nipples stick out prominently, the hardened nubs an indication of her own arousal.

She places her hands back on your chest, her forefingers playing over your own nipples, making you shiver from the stimulation, and looks down at you with a lusty, playful curiosity. "So," she says, "you the kinda guy who likes to get their brains fucked out by a lady until you're her bitch or the kind that likes pounding a woman's pussy until she breaks?"

It seems she is giving you a very crudely worded choice and, given the way she is starting to lean down towards you again, your actions (or inaction) will decide which of these options will be carried out.