The fact that the first word out of his mouth isn't 'freak' soothes something she wasn't aware was ruffled inside her. She was too used to that, too used to the fear that came with it, or the weird 'I fucked a freak ha ha' mentality of some of the less savvy frat bros. The smile he gave her was something real, something almost soft and sweet.

Then he was grabbing her ass and she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. At least he was enthusiastic. That could make this into something genuinely fun. He asked for a kiss and she thought about it, then leaned in and bit at his lip before she gave in. Her lips pressed to his and she leaned in to press herself against him at the same time, feeling the evidence of his need as it dug into her thigh. A grind of her hip against him, one hand sliding down to find him over his clothes and give him a testing squeeze.