It takes him a minute, but he does eventually regain enough situational awareness to put her down and giggle sheepishly and hug her and say, "Maybe we should not be making out in the middle of the dance floor, actually?"

Awwwww, he put her down. She does her best not to pout at the fact that he isn't carrying her off (or at least still picking her up and holding her like he was before!) but he makes a very very good point (and actually wait what has she been doing) and she blushes ever more red and her ears light on fire and she looks around and maybe shrinks a little but it'll be fine because no one seems to really mind and says "that probably makes sense." She wants to kiss him more but instead says "car?" hoping that that's where they'll go and then maybe they'll have another incredible makeout session and no more than that because she promised and she can think a little better when she's not up in the air and she doesn't want to go too fast. That was the reason, right. 

He kisses her forehead. "Yeah, sounds good."

And then they can go back to his car. And maybe spend a lot of their time on the way there holding hands.

Holding hands is very good and she likes the way his hand feels around hers and even though she'd much prefer to be carried there this is still really wonderful and lends itself very well to skipping which she is not doing she is instead going to grin up at him and smile and bounce like a sensible person who is going to a car to be kissed and made out with. That's normally how this works, right? Well it's how it works for her, at the moment. 

And then they are sitting together in his car and he is looking at her like she's the best thing that's ever happened to him again. There's something—shy about him, too, though, hesitant, like now that they're here he's not entirely sure what to do next.

Well Jenna is going to lean in for a kiss because making out is what they were going to do (and he picked her up!!) and right now she's really happy and maybe just a little bit turned on and wants to kiss him a lot and maybe more than kiss (but not much more!) and have a very very delightful and hot time with his sexy muscles and cute face and strong arms (so strong!!) and everything. 

Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Good plan. They can do that.

Jenna is going to keep kissing him over and over and over again, bouncing up and down and moving her hands to press against him, feeling his muscles and his body and remembering with a thrill the shock and delight of being lifted in the air and kissing him more and pressing her body close into his and waiting for him to respond in kind. 

He's still a little hesitant at first, but then he's kissing her and petting her hair and holding her close and relaxing into her touch. It's easy to let himself get swept up in her enthusiasm. She's so happy and that makes him so happy and makes him want to make her happier and this is just the best feedback loop.

Oh well that's good. That's really good. 

She's kissing him back and cuddling with him and shivering softly at his touch remembering just what he can do with his touch (which was so very incredible last time) and scootching closer to him to touch him more eagerly and grinning and giggling with delight at how much he's enjoying it and she's getting happier herself and enjoying how their joy keeps bouncing back and forth between them. 

After a little bit she bites her lip and takes a breath and ignores the pinpricks in her ears as they light up and gets a little more handsy, moving a hand up the back of his shirt, pressing against him even more closely. 

He makes a delighted noise and kisses her some more.

Kisses and delighted noises are very good. She was hoping for a little bit more but she'll take what she can get because right now what she's getting is very very nice. She runs her hand up and down his back, shivering at the feeling of his skin under her hand and kisses him some more. She wants more from him wants him to go further to take her to such incredible and spectacular and delightful places as before but if he doesn't do that... it's ok. It is. It is. This is still happy and delightful and good regardless and she is in fact actually enjoying it very very much. No matter that she wants even more she's being a little greedy and promiscuous and her mother would be unhappy and she should stop thinking about that and just kiss Sean some more. Kissing Sean feels so very wonderful. 

Kissing Jenna also feels very wonderful, and she's so pretty, and when he wraps his hand around the back of her neck her skin feels so soft, and the way she touches him is so good, and he has maybe lost track of the reasons why he's been hesitant to touch her in certain ways, and his hands are maybe getting a little more adventurous than they have lately been.

Oh goody. Oh very very goody. 

Jenna's hands wander further themselves and well maybe it's not themselves so much as herself moving them herself but that doesn't matter too much that's just words and right now instead there is bodies and hands and all of that is so very fun and much more interesting than words. And so she does her best to remember exactly where he liked her hands and what made him react so strongly last time and does her best to replicate it but even if she isn't perfect his hands aren't perfect either and some part of her might be disappointed but instead she's just delighted anyways. She makes encouraging noises and shivers and touches him more and slips both hands under his shirt and starts to lift it off slowly so she can see his muscular chest and maybe kiss it and see how he reacts to that. 

He likes that! He really really likes that! He likes that so much!

Well then she's going to lift it off the rest of the way and wrap her arms around him and touch him where it makes him make good noises and kiss him a bunch and press into him and hope that he touches her too because she really wants to be touched. As wonderful and spectacular as making him react is she really wants to react too! But right now she can make him react a lot and wriggle closer and into him and kiss him all over and run her hands over his strong chest and grin with delight at just how strong he is (and what his strength reminds her of which is also sexy she so very much wants to be picked up again, it's so amazing). She is delighted and turned on and she doesn't care what her mother would think because she's not going to go much further than they did last time (even if she so very wants to) and because it's fun and safe and makes her feel amazing and Sean is amazing and everything is wonderful. 

Well if someone didn't keep distracting him—

But even with the distraction, he still finds the time to keep touching her. And it's a good distraction. Very good. Very very very very good.

Eventually (or well maybe not that eventually but it feels like eventually this is amazing and she wants it so much and it feels so good) he manages to touch her somewhere that makes her sigh and arch her back and press into him, her hands and mouth and body going slack for a moment as she takes in the sensation, letting it pass through her body making her feel overwhelmed in the best way. His hands feel so good on her and she wants more of it and so she's pausing for a moment or three or twelve to fully enjoy his hands on her neck and body and everywhere, and incidentally giving him the chance to be a little less distracted if he wants. For the moment. Or so.

The way she moves and the sounds she makes and every single thing about her is just so good. It makes him lose words again, like dancing, makes him be just—sensation and experience and movement and touch—chasing those lovely sounds, he can't read her mind but he can read her body very very well and that's almost as good—

Almost as good isn't still quite as good as before she isn't getting closer and closer and closer to that perfect wonderful spectacular moment like she was before (and just remembering it is enough to make her want him more that was so incredible and he's so hot) but she's too turned on to really notice or care because this is very good and it's what she wanted what she was looking for earlier and if it's not as good that means there can be variation and that means next time might be even better (somehow! How??). And she presses even closer to him and runs her hands over her chest and now he's wearing the right amount of clothes (even if she might want him to be wearing less but she shouldn't she doesn't want to go there yet even if she so very does) but she's wearing too much she wants to feel her skin pressed against his and so she kisses him some more and moans softly at a touch and moves her arms to slowly lift her own shirt off because she wants it. Some part of the back of her mind realizes she might be embarrassed at how forward she's being but she's too delighted and overjoyed and overwhelmed to care, she wants to touch and be touched and feel wonderful and she's having that and can have that. Right now. 

This is in fact the exact kind of situation he was trying to prevent by not touching her too much, but unfortunately for his grand plans of not getting carried away, Sean is a horny nineteen-year-old boy and Jenna is very pretty and she reacts in such lovely ways when he touches her and he has entirely forgotten to think.

(Even the extra Sean in the back of his head is getting caught up in it. Hey, he's only human.)

He touches her, and kisses her, and touches her some more, and looks at her like she's the most precious beautiful incredible thing in the world.

Jenna is a horny (or well not horny let's go with aroused yes that's much better) 18 year old girl and has a very specific bright line she's looking for or paying attention for or something like that. Or at least, a brightish line. A brightish lineish area, or shape. That might get crossed. So since she has nothing to worry about as long as that area isn't entered into or crossed or whatever broken metaphor you might want to use (and who cares about metaphors anyways because she's touching Sean and he's touching her back and there's kissing involved and it's really good kissing and also really good touching and also he's smiling at her and wait wasn't she thinking about something else oh right metaphors and using them well right whatever you might want to use) she is going to enjoy it fully, and she doesn't really have any reason to believe that he has any reason to hold back. He's a boy after all, and that's been explained by people who aren't just her mother (such as TV and books and movies and romance novels, well, in some of those they hold back but that's because they're magic or vampires or werewolves but he's not any of those things) and so the only line (area, whatever) that needs to be worried about crossing is her own. And she can trust him not to enter it, since he didn't last time. (Jenna is aware that there might be an error in that logic but that's much less important than the kissing and the touching and the makeouts and how very hot Sean is.) 

Sean grins at her and looks at her like she's delightful and well she is delightful but it's such a good look at it makes her grin and blush a little but she doesn't even care that much about blushing and melt into his arms, pressing into him more and looking up at his face and melting even more at his cute and delighted and happy and caring and wonderful smile. It feels so very good to be looked at that way, with desire and joy and care, and, and desire because lust isn't the sort of word she's supposed to be thinking about. She does her best to look back at him this same. It's not very difficult, especially with a hand running up and down his powerful arm and shoulders and over his back, feeling him all strong and sure and incredible. 

She is so good to kiss and good to touch and, and, and, and good. And he is kissing her and touching her and—is just touch, is just—acting and feeling and experiencing, kissing her and hearing the sounds she makes and reading the way she moves to see how she's feeling, touching her and delighting in the softness of her skin, in the way she so obviously enjoys the things he does.

Sean is also good to kiss. And touch. And feel her hands on his body and feel his hands on her body on her back on her breasts feeling her stomach press against his (so strong!) and his arms tangled in hers and she tries to tangle their legs together but it doesn't really work given that this is a car and not a bed with silk sheets and why is she fantasizing when there's a Sean right here. A very good Sean full of kisses and cute grins and sexy grins and really sexy arms and legs and shoulders and even though she'd like to see how sexy the rest of him is she knows better. She does. She does. She does. No, no doesn't, well, doesn't in terms of looking, only does, and only does in terms of not looking. It sounds confusing in her head but she isn't confused no matter how much she wants bugs bunny to confuse her, nope, no tricks here, no left turns at Albuquerque or at her waist or anywhere else. 

And though it doesn't take much to get plenty of stirring between her legs, it's not nearly as much as last time, simply a warm wet happy turned out good feeling of joy and delight and passion and fervor. It isn't going to happen this time, and that's ok, this is so very very very enjoyable and good as is, and she's happy to keep doing it, for a while. She'll eventually get bored of it (maybe? will she?) but it might take another hour or so. Maybe not an hour she's not so sure but it'll be a while because kissing Sean is so very good and even if she wants to see things she isn't going to see yet no matter what she says to herself there's so very much of him to kiss and enjoy and explore and plenty of delightful places for him to kiss and touch as well, like there. Yes, right there that's a very good place to be kissed. Very very very very good and she's moaning softly and kissing and touching him back in appreciation and delight. 

Oh well in that case how about he kisses her there some more.