Keep making out with Claire

You listen to Claire and control yourself enough to respect her limits. You return your hands to her ass and rub it, then let your hands stroke down to her soft thighs as your lips continue to explore.

You hear Claire's breath grow heavy as you kiss along her collarbone and return your hands to her breasts. She gasps as you squeeze both breasts and mash them together, rubbing at her hardened nipples with your thumbs. The teen laughs and raises herself up, pushing your nose down into the cleavage poking out of the top of her blouse. You let your tongue slip between her breasts and taste a bit of salty sweat before she drops back down into your lap and gives a forceful grind against your crotch.

Just then, you hear a knock at the door. "That must be Lin," Claire says as she stands up, leaving you with a tent in your pants and a bad case of blue balls. Claire answers the door and welcomes her friend. "The nice man gets five boxes. I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name?" She asks with a smile in your direction.

You're discreetly trying to adjust your boner so that it's not obvious when you get to the door. "Oh, my name is John," you say, gratefully accepting the five boxes from Lin and holding them to help hide your tenting crotch. Lin smiles appreciatively at you.

"Well, enjoy your cookies, John," Claire says as she blows you a kiss and starts heading for the sidewalk. Lin is still adjusting the boxes in the wagon and hasn't left yet.