No more virginity: but still a walking disaster

Our wet bodies touched. Though the plasma ball in my hand was burning brightly, it wasn't enough to dry ourselves instantly. 

We were drying at a rapid pace though.

Marg was right next to me, and our bodies were touching a lot more than I wanted. My breathing had become a bit rapid and my heart rate was high: it was climbing by every second. If it kept up like this, I was damn sure, something bad was about to happen. 

So as a responsible guy, I had to do the right thing. "Say, I think this is good enough. Let's get clothed and leave."

Marg stared at me, a bit disappointed. We were under Merin's jacket. This was a big jacket and it was made out of black leather. So it was warm if nothing else.

"You know, I don't think I'm quite dry yet." She sat down on my lap and removed her underwear without a second of delay. Her chest was already drawing a lot of my attention and now even the stuff down there?