"I just had what was maybe the worst day I've had in six months, and after all of it I came home soaking wet and unable to get into my apartment. Wouldn't you want to just get off if you were in the same situation?" Gwen took a step toward Lisa, dropping the shirt on the ground.

"This is…just really fast."

"Have you used Tinder before?"

"No, they don't…like girls like me much." Lisa stammered.

"Compared to some Tinder dates I've been on, being in your apartment for a half an hour and only just now being topless is pretty much like waiting until marriage." Gwen closed more distance, now within arm's reach of Lisa.

Lisa stared into Gwen's grey-blue eyes. It was true that Gwen's makeup was still streaking, but there was something about the dishevelment of it that made Gwen's eyes seem more vibrant, more piercing. "OK, I just…I want to be completely sure because you're talking to me like you want to have sex, tonight, right now." Lisa said.

Gwen took another step forward, getting so close now that Lisa could feel Gwen's body heat, smell the scent of her wet skin.

Gwen pushed Lisa against the back of the couch, pressing her pelvis against Lisa's aching core and ran her hand up the side of Lisa's face. "Yes, Lisa. I want to fuck the cute punk girl who gets all flustered when someone comes on to her. Is that alright with you?"

Lisa could barely think straight, and Gwen was already taking her over. The wet skin, the disheveled look, the confident swagger of it all, it was more than she'd ever dared dream of, and it was all real, right in front of her.

The grip of her inhibition loosening, Lisa leaned forward and kissed Gwen, her lips soft and warm, the taste of her perfume new on Lisa's tongue.

"Is this good? Do you like this? Can I keep going?" Lisa whispered to Gwen between kisses, her body quivering in anticipation.

"Please…"

Gwen took Lisa's hand and put it at the top of her ass, inviting Lisa to put the other hand on her other side. Gwen's body was tight and firm, and every bit of it felt like perfection under Lisa's hands. She couldn't believe what she was feeling.

Gwen pulled Lisa into a tight embrace, kissing her on the cheek, on the neck, anywhere she could, her hands running through Lisa's short hair. "Do you have a strap-on?" Gwen growled, her breath hot on Lisa's neck.

"In the…in my room." Lisa stammered, not sure where all this was going.

Gwen put her lips on Lisa's and ran her tongue across hers, demanding more, and Lisa happily obliged her, putting her hands on Gwen's hips, kneading her thumbs into the hollows.

"I've never been with a girl, so…that could help." Gwen said.

Lisa pushed Gwen back a little, her focus broken. "Wait, seriously?"