For a while, yes. A short while.

James chewed his pouty lower lip, distantly wondering when it had become so puffy. But that wasn't what occupied most of his mind - that honor went to the growing itch in his lower abdomen. It grew more intense everytime Charlie revved the engine when speeding up the car, subsiding a little when they coasted along. Add to that the way every bump and pothole Charlie managed to hit made his gelatinous boobs jiggle and jostle inside his thin shirt, and James found himself getting undeniably aroused. It felt so different compared to when he had gotten a boner; there was no throbbing, no lurching, just a tingling itch that radiated out from his belly, sending shivers all over his body, and a distinct, growing... dampness? James' first frantic thought was that the rising lust had made him lose control of his bladder, but he quickly realized that he hadn't wet himself, but was merely getting wet. The involuntary girl had learned at least that much from all the porn she... no, he had watched. But James' relief was shortlived: This wasn't supposed to happen when men got aroused! Balling his fists and closing his eyes, he tried to think of something, anything else, but his mind was flooded with arousal, always returning to how slick and wet he was getting. But men didn't get wet! Nor did their nipples get achingly hard, begging to be touched, to be sucked...

"Oh... oh god, Lily..." Charlie's groan cut into James' thoughts. "If you keep that up, I'll... probably get us in an accident..."

"Nnnwha...?" James' answer was more of a moan as he opened his eyes partly as he looked at the nurse with a lustfilled, only partially focused voice. Charlie indicated his body with her chin, and James slowly turned his head downwards, only to find his hands sunk deep into the soft flesh of his breasts, two of his fingers pinching the engorged nipple of his left tit. Wrenching his hands away with a strangled gasp, James slammed his head back into the headrest and grabbed the seatbelt tightly with both hands to prevent them from straying anywhere untoward.

"Oh god, I'm so... god, I'm sorry!" James' rambling was still a bit slurred, the dampness between his legs now much more distracting. He could smell his juices in the air of the car, torn between embarassment and arousal. And James obviously wasn't the only one, Charlie's flushed face and heavy breathing a clear indicator of how the nurse was feeling. She looked so sexy, with her full lips partly open, hot breath washing over them in barely controlled gasps, making James want to lean over and just...

"Whoa, whoa, Lil!" Charlie's surprised yell made James shoot back against the passenger door, eyes wide open in surprise. He had been... much closer to Charlie than he realized. "I'm driving, I'm driving!"

"I... I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm sorry..." James mumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt as he stared at his knees.

"No! Nothing! There's nothing wrong with you!" Charlie's forceful reply made James look back up at the nurse. She was still keeping an eye on the road, but there was an edge now to Charlie's voice, a righteous fury - but it didn't seem to be directed at James. The nurse continued much softer:"You're just... I would... There's nothing I want to do more than to kiss you right now. But I also don't want to end up crashing, and that's what's gonna happen if we start making out."

"Oh..." The tiny sound contained surprise and happiness in equal measure, more than James would ever have thought possible. That Charlie, a woman he had only met today, would not only tolerate his... antics, but even admit she wanted to respond in kind... it was almost too much to handle for James. As was the aching need in his snatch, his legs rubbing together; almost, but not entirely unbidden.

"But we're almost at my apartment, and we can continue there, if... if you want..."