This scene is a work of fiction and fits between the somewhere between the scene in which Tina posing as Lana asks Whitney if she can borrow his jacket and the scene in which Tina and Lana have their confrontation in the graveyard.
Tina walked up to the and then paused just before knocking, her knuckles inches away from the wood of the door.
From behind it looked as though her hair lengthened slightly, Whitney's jacket which she wore became tighter across the shoulders and judging by the back of her outstretched hand her skin tone became darker.
Her knuckle continued its journey connecting with the wood in a series of short sharp taps.
Whitney pulled open the door.
"Lana! What are you doing here?" He said in a surprised voice.
"I've come to see my boyfriend! Is that all right with you?" Lana replied as a devious smile crept onto her face.
"Sure it's OK, but I've really got to study for this test!"
Coyly she returned. " Well if it's biology I'm sure I could help you!"
She pushed through the doorway and started up the stairs leaving Whitney with a grin on his face at the door.
Jogging after her to keep up Whitney followed her upstairs and across the hall into his bedroom.
As she threw open his door she began to remove the letterman's jacket she had borrowed from Whitney and deposited it on a chair.
She turned around taking in the room before turning back to watch Whitney as he nervously passed through the doorway.
"What's going on here Lana?"
"I told you! It's the new me! If you don't like it I'll find someone who does, maybe Clark'll be up for a good time." She turned again feigning a reach for his jacket to make him think she was leaving.
"No, wait that's not what I meant. Stay!"
She had him now.
She stalked towards him her hips swaying seductively. She placed a hand on his cheeks guiding his head downwards into a long passionate kiss.
The kiss was the hottest he had ever had from Lana and an erection started to form in his trousers as his arms hung limply by either side of his body.
Removing a hand from one of his cheeks and letting it slide down his arm she took his wrist between her finger and thumb, lifting it towards her pert bottom.
His other hand soon joined the first and together they massaged Lana's rear escalating her arousal.
Her hand had hung motionless after guiding Whitney's own arm, but now she used it to begin unbuckling the belt which Whitney wore with his jeans.
Not until her hand reached into his trousers and took hold of his stiffening cock did Whitney really believe this was going to go anywhere.
"Whoa! Lana are you sure?" He said pulling away from her kiss.
They had dated for a long time and so far nothing too serious had ever happened, he knew how she felt about not rushing anything and so was surprised by her sudden sexual attack.
Lana pulled her hand from within his trousers and thrust him backwards onto the nearby bed.
She moved across the room towards his sound system. One look at his CD collection told that he had bad taste in music but she did not want to waste time searching the radio for a suitable song.
She picked up what she considered to be the best of his collection and started it playing.
After cranking up the volume she turned and began to sway her body in time with the music.
Her hands moved up and down the sides of her body; now pulling her sweater tight against her cleavage, now lifting it slightly to reveal her flat stomach.
On the bed Whitney had moved to get a good view of the dance. Also he had undone his fly and button to relieve the strain on his erection, which now stood covered only by his boxer shorts.
