Kiss her

You step down toward Andrea, your eyes locked on hers. Your arms reach out and wrap around her, pulling her up against your chest. Her jugs pressing against you are plush in her tank top, and you are acutely conscious of her bra clasp under your fingers at the back. Surprised, she resists the embrace at first, but you take it slow and she relaxes a bit, thinking you just want a hug. "There, there," she says, returning the hug and patting you awkwardly on the back.

But you want so much more. You let go a little and she leans back, letting her arms drop, and starts to crane her neck to look around you up the stairs. At that moment, you lean down, tilt your head, and press your lips to hers. Her breath is so sweet, and yet it's a different sweet than with Doe. Andrea is shocked and pushes you away, her eyes wide with surprise. "John, what are you doing?"

"I just wanted a little comfort, and you are so beautiful..." you say sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I guess I got confused..." Her cheeks are flushed now as she glares at you, but you notice the slight dimpling in her shirt from her now-slightly-erect-nipples, which must be huge to show through the bra at all.

"Yeah, you got confused. I don't know what kind of comfort you were thinking, but I'm not offering that kind." She pushes past you huffily, snatches up her bags and stomps up the stairs to the path.