It was a dark, eerie and empty house that my girlfriend and I were together in, sitting and watching a movie. We were lying on the couch as we watched the movie; I was on my back with my head on a pillow as you laid on your back on my body, with your head resting at my shoulder.
To be honest, I had no idea what was going on in the movie, as I was spending the whole movie taking in Carla's perfect body. I trailed my eyes down her curvy chest, the shadows from the TV emphasising her soft breasts. I continued looking down to her stomach, which was exposed from her shirt riding up her body because of our play-fighting earlier. As I took in her bare thighs, glad she hasn't readjusted her skirt, the TV and DVD player suddenly flickered off.
"Carla? I think we've lost power."
"Yeah. Scott, I can really feel your heart beating." I heard her whisper from just below my chin.
"You can?"
"Yeah. It's beating very hard, and fast." She breathed.
I slid my hand down to her bare stomach before moving it up and across her chest, cupping her left breast. "As is yours."
I felt her turn around and sit up. I could feel her weight on either side of me on the couch. I couldn't see her at all in the pitch darkness of the house, but I soon realised her knees must have been on either side of my knees. I suddenly felt her lips close over mine as her hands started unbuttoning my shirt. I pushed my tongue out to slide between her wet lips as we circled our tongues together. I felt her hands separating from one another, as she opened up my shirt.