"If I could suggest a solution, perhaps we should lip lock?" Margaret asked as she attempted to make a sexy pose. Margaret hadn't really cared about being with anybody, and her pose of a gunslinger squat with a clenched face and tongue sticking out showed it.
Colin just sighed and said, "Alright, let's do this."
The gamer stretched out his arms as Margaret "gracefully fell" (clumsily fumbled) into his embrace. The two then lip locked as they pressed their nude bodies together.
It was awkward. It was extremely awkward, as in dinner with your girlfriend's father in the gym locker room awkward.
Their lips mushed together unnaturally, drool dribbling around their mouthes as the slowly slid their tongues around. Colin's hands drifted to Margaret's breasts as he gave them a firm squeeze, elicting a moan from the chemistry geek. Slowly but surely the heat rose between them, rubbing their hands all over eachother as the drool thickened into goopy strands. Colin felt pleasure from Margaret's fingers delicately yet firmly sliding along his member as it hardened. Likewise, Margaret loved the tender touch of the gamer's hands kneading at her chest and pinching her nipples. Their faces flusted, their hormones surging, their privates hard and moist respectively, they...