"Hmm. I guess mom and Greg went somewhere," said Jennifer. "They're hardly ever home."
Jennifer unlocked the front door and the party of friends shuffled inside for a night of rented movies and junk food. Jennifer led them into the living room and switched on the light.
"Just have a seat or whatever," said their hostess. "I'm going to change and then we'll watch the movie." Jennifer left the room to slip into something more comfortable while Jim, Laura and Mikaila settled themselves. When Jennifer returned, she had traded in her black debate team shirt and khakis for a tee-shirt and (very)short pants. Jim watched her walk over to the sofa and sit down with Laura. When she sat, the shorts rode up her thigh, exposing nearly all of her long, tanned leg. All three women were attractive, but Jim had become so close with Laura and Mikaila that he seldom thought of them in a sexual sense. Jennifer, however, was the newest member of the team, and though Jim had known her for the past two years, they were still distant enough that Jim had no problem letting his mind wonder. As he looked from her exposed leg to the tight tee covering her chest, Jim felt sure that it would be a long night in more ways than one.
They talked for nearly an hour of anything and anybody. From time to time, Jim saw the opportunity to throw in a flirtatious remark or two aimed in Jennifer's direction. He had long thought her to be among the most attractive women he had ever known, but she was much more than that. He knew a lot of pretty girls; Jennifer was downright sexy. Hot. Real wet dream material. Kind of legs you'd just like to suck on for a day. So on and so forth. If these thoughts had crossed his mind before, seeing Jennifer tonight left no doubt in his mind that he wanted a piece of that, and wanted it delivered.
Finally, they began the movie. Laura and Mikaila were instantly enthralled by the action roller-coaster. Jim had already seen it, and agreed it was one kick-ass movie, but he had other things on his mind. He would try to watch the small screen, but his eyes kept straying to Jennifer, to her legs, the outline of her small-but-cute breasts beneath her white cotton tee (he was almost certain that she was not wearing a bra.). Jennifer shifted in her seat, turning her backside slightly toward Jim. The pants were not only short but tight as well, as the material conformed to her curves perfectly, a seam fitting perfectly into the crack of her ass. Jim exhaled heavily. Jennifer looked over at him, at which time he quickly wrestled his eyes back to the TV.
He watched it for several minutes, until Jennifer shifted again and the movement caught his eye. He glanced at her, intending to return to the movie, when he saw that, in her squirming, the shorts had ridden even higher up. In her current position, her crotch faced Jim somewhat, and he thought (wasn't sure, but thought) he saw a small bush of hair peeking out of her pant-leg (if you could call something that short a pant-leg). After a minute or two, his eyes still locked on the pants and legs, Jim saw Jennifer's hand move into the picture. It took hold of the leg between its thumb and fore finger and pulled up. The action confirmed what Jim had thought: he had seen hair, and now he was seeing more. His eyes darted to Jennifer's face. Her eyes were still on the movie, but Jim thought--would have sworn--that he had seen them dart back to the screen just as he looked up. Had she seen him? Had she been watching him watch her? Why else would she have exposed more of herself? As he watched, a thin smile formed on her lips. Her eyes then glanced down to her hand, with Jim' eyes following. She pulled the leg open farther, inserted her middle finger into the gap and rubbed that secret part of her. Jim forced himself to look away before his clothes needed changing.
"I'm going to get some stuff out of the kitchen," Jennifer said abruptly. "Would you mind helping me, Jim?"
Jim' heartbeat increased at least ten-fold. "Sure," he said. He rose and followed her down a narrow hallway. They turned right at the corner and entered the kitchen through a swinging door. Once inside, Jennifer turned to him.
"You were watching me, weren't you?" she inquired, the thin smile returning to her lips.
