There was no sense in trying to turn around now, she might as well just abandon the idea of it, Tatum decided as soon as Mackenzie's forehead rested against her own. She had felt the hand slide down her body, hovering just still over the edge of the shorts, seeming to electrify the skin there. She swallowed thickly, and tried to gather her thoughts, figure out what to do next, but then Mack was speaking to her and she was looking into the older girl's eyes, their faces and lips just a mere few moments apart.

The squeeze on her hip brought another low moan out of her, her chest heaving a little against the blonde above her, and the hand on her shoulder tensing up again. Her nails dug digger as Mack dragged her own over her hipbone, which immediately sent a shiver right down the redhead's whole body. It wasn't fair, Mack seemed to know all of the tricks, and she felt fumbly and inadequate beside her. But she still didn't want to stop. What had come over her? This was supposed to be just a chill night, and now everything was out of control, and why was she loving that so much?

It was sort of like being in a movie or something, it was exciting. Her heart had been pounding the whole time, so hard she thought it might get loose. She could see the thrill in an affair.

"G-Go ahead," Tatum murmured back, managing an only slightly embarrassed smile in return as Mack gave another tug at her shorts. "Don't laugh," she warned again, although by now, she didn't think Mackenzie would. Things were too far to laugh now, the intensity in the air nearly palpable between the heavy breathing and occasional moans escaping them.