Something poppy was going on the radio, and in conjunction with the hunky young man sat next to her and that absolutely<em>perfect</em>buzz, Nikki was officially done overthinking this.  If it culminated in a fight, she and Chris would sort it out -- Even if she was halfway sure that wasn't going to happen.  Doubt nudged away, the young woman leaned more fully into her counterpart, her tongue retreating even as her lips seized.  She drew at him, suckling on his mouth and pulling somewhat aggressively at his tongue.  Further down, the warmth trapped between her thighs was apparent; in addition to an ample moisture that he'd likely feel as the backside of his hand smoothed further down along the thin, delicate fabric.<br/><br/>Elsewhere, Nikki's hand didn't go idle.  Rather, those probing fingertips continued their pressured descent, easing beyond Richard's abdomen to his midsection where she'd begin to feel for him.  If and when she found that bulge -- which she'd gotten a hint of at the club -- she was quick to smooth her palm over it; to let fingertips dip in and even grip at as she sought to touch and tease him.