On a 7-9, he does it if you turn him on

Johnnie hesitates, covering by putting away the hose.

"It's, uh, my dad's car and I'm not supposed to use it unless it's, uh, really important."

He glances at you, jumping a little when you're standing right next to him. You put a hand on his hip, brushing up against him for just a few seconds but enough that you know he felt your breast touching him.

"Doesn't showing your new neighbor around count as important? Surely your dad doesn't want you to be rude?"

You step back and make as if to leave, then stop and glance at him over your shoulder, catching him looking up from staring at your ass.

"Right?"

Flustered, he quickly tosses away the other washing equipment and fishes the keys up from his pocket.

"No, uh, yeah, that's absolutely important."

He starts for the driver's side, then stumbles as he turns around to open the passenger door for you first, closing the door behind you. When he's in the driver's seat he smiles nervously.

"Johnnie. I'm Johnnie, I mean. Did I say that before? Uh, sorry for babbling."

You just smile back.

"Pleased to meet you, Johnnie."

Johnnie backs the car out into the street, then drives past your house while trying very hard to look at the road rather than you.