Well yes, but actually no

The ice may be cold, but Amy is still steaming.

When you look over to her next to you, she is licking her ice cream rather suggestively - tongue all the way out, from the very bottom where the ice starts, to the very tip. Amy is looking at you while she does it.

"What's wrong?" she asks, knowing all too well what is wrong. She repeats the lick, leaning in a bit closer to you.

"Uncomfortable?" asks Amy, after she took another big lick and sucked on the top bit. Some of the ice was still on her lips, like sperm after a blowjob.

"Well... y-yes... it's a bit uncomfortable, Amy," you respond. She leans in closer. Fuck, that cleavage again. Amy licks her lips clean. "I just really... love how it tastes," your friend states. You can't help yourself, stealing glances of those beautiful orbs while you take another lick of your ice cream.

"How does yours taste?" Amy begins to ask, but before you can reply that it's all delicious, she tries it for herself. From your mouth.

Mixed in with the cold of the ice cream was the warmth of her mouth. The taste of your own ice cream also fuses with hers when she pushes her tongue into you. She is an incredible kisser.

"Good taste," Amy says, breaking the kiss, "what do you think of mine?"

Your whole body tingles. Amy just kissed you! You stumble for words, but find none.

"Oh, you don't know it yet? Wanna try again?" Amy purrs, looking at you, tempting you with her looks. She even pulls down her shirt for you as she says it, deepening her cleavage.

The next kiss is much more passionate, which is reflected by her moans. As Amy leans into you, her breasts press firmly against you. You draw out the kiss as long as you can, even daring to move your hand behind her head, fingers intertwining with her long brown hair.

"You can just grab my boobs, you know. I don't bite. Unless you want me to." Amy winks. You are dumbfounded. Amy would never out of the blue invite you to touch her breasts... would she?

"Don't think I didn't see you staring at them! I saw you looking just now... and in the restaurant... granted, I did pull my shirt down to show them off to you. I know you want them... Go on then, you can have them! Touch me, Carl!"

Your right hand moves from her hair down to her shoulder, and then slowly down the fabric of her black shirt. Your hand is level with her right breast, and you look at her once more for approval. You hesitate, but