Damn, this girl was all speed and no bumps. He was a little bit shocked by her behavior. Sure, he had seen girls do shit like this before but usually they were high, drunk, or both. But this girl... "You want me to play with you?" He was thinking about it, but he was also enjoying the view of her playing with herself. There was something incredibly hot about that sort of thing. And he couldn't get in trouble for just watching, right? Not that he minded trouble, but damn, he'd just got here! He was trying to stay out of it at least for a couple of days, though all thoughts of doing that were out the door when she moved to straddle him.
"Not your type?" He asked jokingly, a small chuckle parting his lips before her lips were against his own. He kissed her back a little, but not deeply or anything, nothing intense. He didn't wanna give her the wrong idea, after all. If something happened, well, it didn't really mean anything. That was the way he operated, or the way he was going to from now on. Fuck emotions. They only got in the way of things.
But his thoughts about that were soon disposed in favor of a groan of pleasure as she wrapped her hand around his cock. "Fuck, little mama. You gonna get me into some serious shit." He glanced over her shoulder, toward the door to the rec room, sure that he heard someone coming but there was no one there. If they did get caught, it'd probably be worth it. Unless they didn't get to finish first. That'd fucking suck. Christ, why did he have to be new and not know his way around here yet?
And that was when an idea came to him. The ballroom. It was just next door to this room and there was a stage. And the stage had a curtain. It might not be the perfect place, but they would be less likely to get caught there than they would be to get caught here. This right here was just asking for it. "Zowie, hold up.." Oh yes, it pained him to say those words. "Let's go to the ballroom next door, cool?"