Now that he was alone, Kirk was suddenly very conscious of the fact that he was lying on her basement couch naked. He felt as weak as a kitten after his earth-shattering climax, but rolled off the couch, grabbed his backpack, and pulled his beach towel out. It was still a bit wet, but cool, which felt good as he wiped the sweat from his face and body. He heard a noise like a door closing from the other room, and sat down with the towel covering his groin.
Karen reentered the room, still wearing his shirt, now buttoned at her waist. Kirk could see that she also wore a pair of pretty pink panties. She was carrying a quilt, which she dropped on the arm of the couch. “So…” she said coyly as she stepped in front of him, unbuttoning his shirt, and pulling the sides open, showing off her perky breasts, standing up high on her chest, firm and proud, her rosy nipples beckoning him to suckle on them. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”