<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Lounge to Upstairs Room</em><br/><br/>Dean's jeans suddenly felt rather confined, beginning to notice those "butterflies" flying right down to his crotch. It wasn't the usual sort of erection he got from watching porn, though. He was growing a bit thicker, slightly longer, but was still completely floppy within his pants. So much of the noise started to cut out as she had laid her hand on his chest, leaning down allowing her bosom to hang low, her lips softly absorbing the flesh of his ear, feeling both cool and warm at the same time.<br/><br/>She slipped off, her movements seeming to go in slow motion as her fingers wrapped around his wrist. Her grip was firm, yet gentle...what did that even mean? He couldn't concentrate, his mouth going a bit dry. She led him up the stairs, her hips and ass before his eyes, swaying with each step. He licked his lips, starting to feel that tingling sensation throughout his extremities. He was so nervous. Wasn't it bad to be nervous? He glanced at Big and Tall just as he was giving another guy the same run down he gave him, telling him about Mr. Harris. Dean was about to warn the guy to have cash, but Miss Orchid wasn't wasting any time and soon they had passed.<br/><br/>She stepped into an empty room, nothing much more than a large bed in the middle. She finally let go, his wrist suddenly feeling cold without the warmth of her wrist. She lay on her back, motioning for him.<br/><br/>"Why don’t you join me, baby?" Her voice was sultry, as if she had been aching for him and him alone. He closed the door behind him, wondering if he should lock it. He left it for now. He stepped forward, about to climb onto the bed, but paused. He should probably be wearing less clothes. He began to slide his denim jacket off, looking around, uncertain where to put it. Unceremoniously, he dropped it on the floor. He went to grab at his Anthrax t-shirt beneath, but paused. No, that wouldn't do. He wasn't really a muscular guy. It would be better to leave his shirt on. As for his jeans, well, his "chubby", as excited as it was, continued its floppy state. He didn't want to risk seeing her look disappointed, or worse, amused.<br/><br/>He stepped forward, crawling onto the bed, pushing his glasses up along the bridge of his nose. He crawled over her, his legs to either side, his hands planted into the bed beneath hers. This is what you do, right? Guys on top. He leaned in, swaying a bit as he held himself up. Her breathing was so calm and measured, and his was so ragged. He blushed a bit, leaning in, closing his eyes as his lips awkwardly found hers. He could feel his glasses pressing and shifting between them. He pushed himself up, his lips slowly parting.<br/><br/>"S-sorry," he stuttered, one hand grabbing his glasses. He pulled them off, placing them on a bedside table gently. Most of the room was blurry, but Miss Orchid was close enough that he could still see her clearly. He took a deep breath, a bad idea, as he leaned in to kiss her again, blushing as he had no choice but to breath out his nose, flooding her face with his warm breath, as his tongue awkwardly lapped against her lower lip.