For the moment she pauses, he does too, because while Punchy's a horndog and a sexual harasser and probably a few other things, he's also at least a little bit of a gentleman. He sits at the strange intersection between self-absorbed and chivalrous in more ways than one. But then she begins again, and so he eagerly follows her with dogged enthusiasm.

He gets her shorts down around her knees, and slides two fingers up between her legs, exploring with almost nervous anticipation to find the slick, warm wetness that tells him he's doing something right. He strokes, jiggles his fingers a bit, and then begins to descend with his mouth down her neck. He places his hands on each side of her hips and pushes her shirt up with his thumbs, trailing his mouth over her stomach and pelvis and pushing her to sit down on the bed.

"Lay back, shawty. I'm a pro."