Down to her knees

Jenna lost track of time as Jamal kissed her. Something deep in the back of her mind was sending warning bells, but she couldn't think straight enough to make sense of it as his tongue pressed against her lips, slipped past, gently massaged hers as his hands slipped up her shirt, feeling her bra underneath the thin cloth. Again more warning bells that she couldn't understand, blushing furiously as he finally stopped.

"Mhm, see? I knew you'd be good at that," he murmured as he pulled her shirt up, lifting it over her head, leaving her in her bra in the practice room. She opened her mouth to do something - to protest, to say something - but he kissed her again and she practically melted into him. It was hard to focus on anything except his warmth.

She felt his hands on her back, then an almost-pinch before the clasp of her bra gave way to his probing hands. The warning in the back of her mind started to click as she felt the cool air on her topless body, and she gently pushed on his chest, impotently, still foggy from the entire situation. But that attempt faded under his continued kisses, the way he held her, the way he touched her, and she felt the coarse practice room carpet on her knees as he pushed her downward.

"Come on, Jenny, show me how eager you can be," he smirked down at her. Dimly Jenna knew that he'd gotten her name wrong again, but it was hard to think about anything other than his kisses and touch in that moment as she stared at his zipper, face to face with it, only inches away from him.