"Oh, certainly not," Ronnie replied teasingly once she'd broken the kiss. She sighed happily when Hermes pulled his extra shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare and open to her touch. And although she desperately wanted to touch and tease and explore all of Hermes' skin, he seemed intent on getting her out of her favourite Cannons jersey. Well, almost. Ronnie pouted slightly when Hermes hesitated to finish what he'd started with her jersey, but she didn't mind the hesitation, just as long as Hermes still intended to finish what he'd started.
Ronnie spread her thighs and sat up a bit, leaning back on her elbows to survey Hermes. "But, why not?" she asked as she looked up into his face. Ronnie felt a bit vulnerable then, a feeling she'd never really experienced in this sort of situation when she had a boy, or man, rather, with whom she could share her bed. Of course, if everything was as she hoped it was, Hermes wasn't aware of how often (rarely) or with whom (Brown and a few boys that she had picked up here and there) Ronnie had shared her bed. But as far as Ronnie was concerned, the past was the past and there really wasn't anything that could be done to change it; however, her stomach did give a bit of an involuntary twitch at the thought of Hermes being in this situation with any other girl.
"I'd like for you to take my socks off," Ronnie said as she thrust her left foot toward Hermes. She felt nervous, nervous for how Hermes would react when he eventually arrived at the conclusion that she'd done this before and not with him, but the feelings of novelty and excitement were currently overriding her nerves. Action first, questions and complications later, and she felt that she just needed to distract Hermes into joining her in that line of thought. "Then, before I get you out of the rest of your clothes, I'd like for you to finish what you started with my shirt, or I'm going to do it myself," Ronnie said in a way that she hoped was encouraging, but didn't sound entirely optional.