I walked over to the phone and picked it up. It was Josh, and my heart thumped in my chest, getting damp just listening to his voice. We made small talk for a few minutes, and I invited him over for a movie that night. He got the directions from me, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I grinned as I hung up the phone. Jacob looked at me. "And who was that, that made you talk with that girly flirty voice?" I just laughed. I told him it was my ex, and that he was coming over tonight to "talk about old times."
He laughed at that. "Like you guys ever did any talking." He gave me a little look. "One cock's not enough for you, huh?" and I knew he was wondering why I was going to have random sex with my ex when I could have him. He didn't understand-it had always been different with Josh. He had worshipped my body in a way that Jacob had never thought to-the only complaint I had about friends with benefits. And I just had to show Josh what he had missed out on-I guess I was still a little angry that he had dumped me.
Jacob and I sat around the house for a couple of hours, watching cartoons and smoking a joint. Finally I kicked him out, wanting to have a little time to prep for Josh's arrival. I slid on a tight white top and a short flowered skirt-I usually didn't wear skirts, but Josh had always made me feel so much like a woman. I pulled out a couple of movies, knowing full well that they wouldn't get watched-but a girl's gotta make a show of it, right?
Josh pulled up at exactly eight, and I looked out the window to see that he was driving the old familiar pickup-how many times had we gone parking in that thing! I smiled because he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and he looked so macho. He was such a man. Going to an all-women's college makes you appreciate things like an attractive guy in t-shirt and jeans a whole lot more. He came in and I smiled at him, we made more small talk. I was barefoot, and I led him through the dark kitchen to the half-lit living room. He sat down on the couch, and I asked him which movie he wanted to watch. He said he didn't really care, so I grabbed the nearest movie and bent down to put it in the VCR. I knew he had a great view of my ass, and I purposely leaned down a little further. I stood up and walked back to the couch where he was sitting.
"Want anything?" I asked him, standing directly in front of him as the previews started. He looked me up and down and said that he was all set. I grinned and plopped down next to him, curling my legs up underneath me. We sat in silence for a few minutes. The movie started, and I stretched a little, my top riding up. I could see you watching me, pretending not to. We'd always been a little shy together-but I was past that. What I want I get these days. I half smiled and stared at the TV, knowing he was watching me as I rubbed my leg, my skirt moving up my thigh as I traced patterns on my hot skin. I wanted him to touch me, and my hand moved higher up on my thigh.
