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.
