Kelly and I had known each other since freshman year. We met through a mutual group, and all together had enjoyed dozens of movie nights, football games, and parties. Although we were pretty close, we never really gotten the chance to hang out one on one. Still, it wasn't totally strange when, halfway through senior year, she sent me a text on a Friday night.
"hey dork, the gangs getting drunk tonight but I have a game tomorrow. Movie?
"haha sure" I replied, "what do you wanna see?"
"I'll bring something. See ya later!"
To be honest I half expected her to bail and go to the bar as usual, but just after nine I heard her banging on my door.
"It's open!" I yelled over both the knocking and the Knicks game I was half watching. I was laying on my bed (basically the only furniture in my tiny dorm room) and didn't bother to get up as Kelly came in. We greeted each other as usual with a half-wave, and she tossed her coat in the corner. She was wearing her usual baggy, cut t-shirt hanging off her right shoulder to reveal a strap of her sports bra, and sweatpants rolled a few times at the waist. Her blonde hair fell in front of her face as she kicked off her shoes.
"No party for the party girl tonight?"
"Nah, practice has been kicking my ass this week, and tomorrow's game day. It's gonna be loud as hell at my place tonight, so I thought I would come bug you." she answered, flashing me a big, cheesy grin. "Now move over, it's movie time. They're gonna lose anyway."
I didn't even try to protest. With the Knicks down by 23, I was happy to have an excuse to stop watching. Kelly bent down to put the movie in, and I (as usual) took full advantage of the opportunity to check out her ass. It was muscular like the rest of her, and looked as good in the sweatpants she always wore as any I had ever seen. This was far from the first time I had enjoyed this view, but the athletic shorts that she often wore under the sweatpants were absent. In their place, a black, lace thong peeked out at me.
I'm sure she caught me staring when she turned back around, and I swear I caught a smile before she settled in next to me. She laid on her side and I was behind her, one hand propping up my head to see over her, and about 6 inches between us.
Now Mr. & Mrs. Smith is a great movie, but it didn't really hold my interest this time, as I found my eyes wandering down to the 2 inch patch of skin showing below the bottom of her shirt and the tiny bit of black lace that was peeking out from her pants. About halfway through, she paused the movie for a bathroom break, and I took the opportunity to adjust, making sure that she wouldn't notice that I was half hard.
Everything seemed normal when she came back, but when she started the movie again and got settled, there was no longer a gap between us. We had been this close before, of course, when our whole group tried to cram on one couch to watch a game, or we packed 6 people in the car for a McDonald's run. But never alone, and never laying like this.
Everything else seemed normal, so I just played it cool, but my mind was racing, bouncing back and forth between increasingly inappropriate thoughts and trying to keep from getting hard enough for her to notice, even though I'm sure she must have already. I'm not exactly small down there, and her butt was pressed right against me.
It wasn't long before everyone's favorite scene came on. The one that starts as an intense fight seen and flows seamlessly into an even more intense sex scene.
"Ooh I love this part." Kelly said quietly, but casually as soon as the fight started.
"Heh, me too." I replied, hopefully sounding less nervous then I felt.
I didn't really mean to, but as the scene progressed my fingertips found their way to that patch of golden skin on her hip. With both sets of eyes fixed on the screen, the two of us pretended not to be aware of my fingers running lightly over her, first tracing the bottom edge of her shirt, then back along the fringe of black lace. I repeated this circuit several times, and with each lap, Kelly pushed back into me ever so slightly.
In the few minutes it took for Mr. & Mrs. Smith to go from fighting to fucking, she had pressed into me enough that I know she could feel every pulse in my growing shaft, and I had slid my fingers under her waistband, running them back and forth along the underside of her lingerie. As the passion increased on screen, Kelly brushed her hair back, revealing her smooth neck and tanned shoulder. I moved closer, letting my breath play across her skin as my fingers had been, before finally letting my lips brush against her, just below her ear.
I half expected her to jump out of bed and start screaming at me, but instead I heard her gasp and then let out a little groan as she pushed back Into my crotch again, this time nice and hard. I grabbed her hip firmly and her hand slid over mine as I inched my lips down her neck and to her shoulder, letting my tongue dance over her goosebumps on my way back to her ear.
I ran my hand, still covered by hers, over her stomach, moving under her shirt to the bottom edge of her bra, then back so that my fingers explored under her waistband. I didn't want to push too far, fearing I would break whatever spell we were under, but my desire was nearly uncontrollable. I let my teeth graze her neck with my next kiss, and she pushed me away and sat up on the bed. She looked me in the eye and thought I had ruined everything, but she smiled, but her lip, and peeled off her shirt.
