Sure, making out sounds fun

"That sounds fun," you say.

She smiles. "I'm glad. I like you, Mike."

"I like you, too."

"Do you want to..." she unfastens her top, spilling her breasts out into the cool night air.

"Uh, yeah," you confess. "I definitely want to."

You kiss her and she meets your tongue with her own, then grabs your hands and puts them on her tits.

Somehow you resist the temptation to squeeze them like the rubber ball on a bicycle horn and caress them.

"Squeeze them harder. I won't break," she whispers.

Well, you're not going to say no to that.

"I wish we had time for me to... relieve you," she says. "But it's late and... well, we got going pretty fast for me. I'm not that experienced."

"I'm not complaining."

"Good. Kiss me again."

You're happy to oblige, especially as she didn't pull her tits away from your grasp.

"It was fun dancing with you and Angelica. I... sort of like the idea of sharing. That way if I take it slow, I don't have to worry about you, you know, dumping me because you need to go faster."

"Do not worry about that." You don't have to tell her you're something of an expert on not getting anywhere fast.

"Well, I do. I mean, you're not a high school guy... you're out there in the real world where girls don't think twice about fucking or giving blowjobs or whatever. But I'm still getting there."

"First, not all girls do that. And second, there is no rush. I like being with you."

She kisses you again, then tucks her tits back in her top. "You'd better walk me home now. My dad is waiting up."

"Uh, yeah." You don't want her dad mad at you.

"Lots of my friends date older guys," she says as you approach her apartment. "So, it's not a big deal for him... as long as you treat me nice."

You don't think she means that as a threat but you resolve to make sure you do your best to treat her nice.

She looks up at you when you reach the door and you kiss her, gently, one more time.

As she reaches for her keys, the door opens and her dad looms in the doorway.

"You brought her home only a half-hour late. Good."

"Hi, sir. Nice to see you again."

"You be good to little Lupe."

"I try, sir."

"Lupe, you kiss him. Not too long."

"Yes, Papa."

She gets on her tiptoes and kisses you again. "Night, Mike."

"Night, Lupe. Thanks for going out with me."

"And think about calling Angelica."

"I'll think about it."