Don't be such a chicken...stay!

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stick around. What's the harm in a little playfulness?

I smile as his hand goes to my knee, rubbing just a tad, as if he was testing the water. It didn't feel all that bad, so I close my eyes. I did, however, manage to catch a glimpse of him. There was this look on his face that I couldn't just yet explain. I couldn't really explain anything at this point in time anyway. I could tell that the **** was beginning to take affect, as now the previously unbearably loud music felt diminished, to the point that it was simply background noise.

His hand is now on my luscious thigh, rubbing and squeezing the flesh. Even though my tight jeans kept him from feeling the skin, it still felt as if I wasn't wearing anything at all. What can a girl say? His hand felt like magic...

...

In an instant, the music began to take it's toll on my ears again. Nigel's voice whispers into my ear "Let's go somewhere a little more private. What do you think...?"

I don't know. What do I think?