We were laughing as you walked around the back of the car to join me before we walked upstairs. It was one of those laughs that two people share about something that has reminded them of a something that has happened who knows how many times already.
Dinner was good, nothing special, but a great chance to spend time together. I was glad you led me up the stairs to your apartment. It gave me another chance to take a good look at you. The way your jeans held your ass just so. The way you moved. The flash of skin before each step. I couldn't help but feel mildly aroused at the sight.
You fumbled for your keys and finally slid the right one in the lock and turned it. You were surprised that the door opened so easily and even more surprised at the reason: your suitemate sitting on the sofa watching a movie with some friends.
She looked up as you walked in, an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry, they ended up cancelling. We figured we'd just comeback here and crash for awhile."
You replied graciously, "I understand how that goes." You waved the DVD we'd picked up, "You don't mind if we just go in here to watch it, do you? I'm just not up for Monty Python tonight."
You gave the door a push and we entered your room which was dominated by your bed. A dresser and desk were placed against the wall, the TV sitting on top of the dresser. I shrugged off my coat and held it for a second. You glanced over and smiled, "You can just put it over the chair there. There's not much room in the closet." I smiled back and did as you suggested, placing my things on the back of the chair.
You turned on the TV and slipped the disk into the player. I sat down on the chair and waited. "What are you doing over there?" you exclaimed. "You won't see anything from there. Go ahead and get on the bed. It's where I always end up watching."
I did so and leaned back against the headboard. You pulled your sweater over your head, your shirt riding up as you did so, showing more than a little skin and the back of your bra. I shifted uncomfortably as it fell back down when your head popped free. You went around the other side and dropped in next to me. "There's plenty of room." you pointed out. "So what if we're a little close." You lifted the remote and aimed it at the player and it whirred to life. The picture changed to a familiar logo and then the menu screen. You moved through the options and started the movie. Settling in next to me your leg resting lightly next to me.
We'd chosen one of those period pieces, apparently from the Victorian era. A nice remake of what we'd call a chick flick from our younger days. After the ride home, the choice made no sense, but as we watched we started to get into the plot.
After a while I shifted my weight and slid my arm over your shoulder. You nestled yourself in closer to my side, your hand resting on my thigh. My fingers traced small circles on your arm just below the end of your sleeve, your skin smooth and warm beneath my finger tips. After a few moments your fingers started to trace the same small circles on my thigh. I tried not to show my growing arousal, but was thwarted by a scene showing a group of young women bathing in a stream. Modesty was the rule in the movie, but the wet fabric of their slips clung to their bodies as their wet hair flowed over their shoulders and down their fronts.
I shifted a little, trying to not to betray what I was feeling. You shifted as I did. I glanced down at you at the same time you glanced up at me. Your eyes were dewy as they met mine, surprising me.
"Is everything alright?" I asked. You smiled and a tear rolled down your cheek, "Sure. It's nothing." I pulled you closer to me and kissed your forehead and then the trail of the tear down your cheek. "I hope so. It will be fine." I answered. You came to rest almost on top of me, your breasts pressed against my side, their soft pressure driving me to distraction.
You slid your hand across my torso and squeezed, a light hug between friends. I leaned down to kiss your forehead again and instead found your lips waiting for me. The kiss lasted for a second, maybe two, before we broke it off, a little afraid of what was happening. But your hand stayed where it was on my waist. My fingers continued tracing circles on your arm in arcs growing slowly larger, sliding closer to your breast.