“Love!” she giggled, trying hard to keep the blood out of her face and failing. “We were just cuddling!”
“S-sorry!” He curled away from her, his face bright purple as he tried to pull the edge of his shirt down to hide the offending bulge. “I’ll, um, I’ll be right back …”
“To do what~? I could always help you with that though really now you’re so impossible.” She merely looked amused.
His thoughts had been running along the lines of a washcloth soaked in icy water (a cold shower in miniature, basically), but when he heard Katelynn’s offer, Jack paused. “Really? Um, that is, I mean, you don’t have to. I thought you just wanted to cuddle?”
She smiled at him and shifted a bit to look as enticing as possible, trying to give emphasis on her small bust by leaning on him a bit more. “Well yes…but cuddling can evolve into something more.” She wrinkled her nose in amusement at how flirty she was being, feeling so unlike herself but having fun with this.
He shifted nervously on the couch, where the two of them were curled together. Although he was still deeply embarrassed (he was thirty, he shouldn’t be getting overexcited like some horny teenager who’d never touched a girl before!), her words, and the mental images they conjured up, were very tempting.
“That … might be nice.” With a shy smile, Jack leaned in and kissed her.
Jack Maple 