Summer glanced down her body, then back up at Isaac, biting at her lip. “Getting carried away, I think,” she said, voice a little rough. She cleared her throat and tried again. “You don’t have to stop.”
He blushed and shrugged helplessly, fingers twitching on her ribs as he licked at his lips. “I don’t know how to…I’ve never…um?” He faltered and hunched in on himself, crippling with embarrassment despite being eager to be with her.
“Wh—OH!” Summer blushed equally hotly and looked down again. “No, I — we don’t have to … go that far. We’re not — I don’t want to. Not now. We’re just … making out. Right?” She searched his face. “It’s okay.”