Gwen stands with her bare feet in the middle of the practice room, all the others already gone. She has her hands on your shoulders as the kiss deepens. Her insecurities about the whole thing due to her contradicting feelings bring her only to brush her lips against yours, avoiding the passionate exchange that would happen instead if both of you were completely honest about your desires.

As Gwen feels you starting to press more against her she moves her hands down to your chest. "Mph... hey..." She pushes against you slightly, just enough to pull away from the kiss and look up at you instead. "Don't squeeze me like that... I can't fucking breathe!" Gwen falls silent, she lowers her gaze down to her hands as they start brushing lightly against the fabric of your shirt.

"Uhm... I was thinking... do you want me to...?" Her gaze lowers further until she's looking directly at your crotch hidden behind your pants. She needs more experience, she wants to understand further how much this can work, or can't work. But right now, Gwen is completely clueless about what awaits her, unaware about what's hidden under those pants.