Arriving at hers

Based on the way her hand jitters when she tries to unlock the door to her apartment building, it looks like she's more than a little bit tipsy. Well, that's fine. You're pretty buzzed too.

"Do you do this often?" you ask her.

"Yes," she says. No beating around the bush. "Once or twice a weekend. Sometimes if I'm feeling worked up I'll go out during the week, too." She finally gets the door open and turns around to smile at you. "There was a week when I didn't sleep alone once."

"Nice!" you say.

Sofia leads you up to her apartment on the second floor. It's pretty big, bigger than you'd have expected for student housing. Once the door is closed and locked, Sofia spins on her heels to face you, reaching up to pull your face down to her level and kiss you deeply. Her tongue explores your mouth, tasting of booze and something else. You're in shock.

"So how're we going to do this, boy?" she asks, smirking.