Teagan was surprised when he said to touch her creating new sensations she wasn't sure she'd ever really felt before. She'd done things to herself of course, but if was so different when it was someone else - when it was a guy - when it was John. She let out a small sound of disappointed when his body lifted away from hers a bit, even though she figured out a second later it was to aide her mission of ridding him of his pants. The bulge was obvious and she felt sort of bad. This was probably taking a lot longer than he was used to. She was awkward and fumbling for a few moments before she finally got his pants open. Not only could she not see them, she wasn't used to it. She wasn't going to be winning any prize of 'best fuck' tonight, she knew. Or ever, most likely, not that she cared.
Sucking in a breath when she felt his hand slide into her panties, she tried to ignore the feeling. It was hard to ignore it, to want him to touch her, to tease her, but still being a bit scared of it all. She was scared and she'd only admit it to herself. Because she wasn't scared of John himself. She was scared of sex. Of the unknown. Following his lead, she pushed his pants down some so she could slid her hand inside his underwear. Strangely enough, her fingers found their way around him without much guidance or thought. She knew without a doubt then that he did want her. He really did want her and this was probably not a pity fuck.