No. But keep your options open.

JandtheCavemen: Moving a little fast.

GeorgiaPeach: Hey, YOU wanted to meet!

JandtheCavemen: And YOU’VE wanted to know how I’d fuck you since sophomore year.

JandtheCavemen: I could just go find someone else.

GeorgiaPeach: But you think about me, too, huh?

The brief admission of actual mutual attraction makes you smile. Even if she was a bit cruel, you’d be lying saying that never did anything for you. And while you were sure she wanted it, it’s very different to have surmised it and to hear it.

GeorgiaPeach: If you don’t want to tell me where, how the hell are we going to meet?

GeorgiaPeach: Don’t play like you don’t want me, you’ve seen this pussy. You know you’re not getting what I have just anywhere else.

JandtheCavemen: Address. Then I’ll decide when.

GeorgiaPeach: What, are you gonna’ stalk me, creeper?

GeorgiaPeach: God, you’re such a weird pervert. Why would I let you do that?

JandtheCavemen: Because it gets you wet. And for no other reason.

GeorgiaPeach: Oh, fuck you.

GeorgiaPeach: 668 Applebaum. Ready any time, motherfucker.

GeorgiaPeach: Any. Fucking. Where.

JandtheCavemen: Good. I’d hate for you to end up boring after all this time.

JandtheCavemen: Be seeing you.

You’re nervous. While you have her permission to spring on her at any point, it’s still very risqué. Not to mention dangerous. Knowing George, she might just call the cops on you after saying she was into you faux-stalking her and just tell them that you’re doing it straight-up, no play involved.

On the other hand, the thought of grabbing her out of the darkness, and her knowing it’s you before you even speak, and that tight, torturously sexy ass grinding back against you even while you pull her into the shadows … mm. It’s worth the fucking risk. But first, you need to get the timing right.