"Sure, yeah," Drew answered quickly-- probably a little too quickly, he thought, wondering if he sounded like some typical horndog guy now that they were in bed together and things seemed to have become a foregone conclusion. "Of course."
He took a deep breath. It wasn't as though he was a virgin, but then again, it wasn't as though he was some kind of gigolo, either, totally at ease with the whole thing. Already between the looks and the kissing and the way they'd ended up half naked at this point, things were way sexier and way more interesting than any of the handful of times he'd slept with his ex-girlfriend.
When Drew reached out for Nessie, he wished momentarily for enough dexterity to do the job one-handed, but again, he didn't have that kind of experience. Instead, he tugged the shoulder straps of her bra down, putting kisses on her shoulders because it seemed kind of cool to do, then struggled for a second with the hooks in back before getting it off. Licking his lips, Drew had a pretty good idea of where to go next and bent his head down to start raining kisses down on her breasts.