Back in my drinking days there were many a night I would pass out on the couch watching tv after binge-drinking. This was NOT one of those nights. As usual a bunch of us retired back at our rented house. The drinking subsides when we get home and we just sit around getting stoned until we pass out. I was smitten with my roommate's legs, especially when she wore black nylons, it was my kryptonite. U know that look, the knee-high boots, the miniskirt, the low-denier thigh-highs...mmmmmm. I wouldn't be telling this story had she not had these stockings on, as I wouldn't have been so compelled to try and touch them. Of course, I seized any chance I got to sit beside her to sneak an innocent touch off her leg, her foot, any physical contact at all. Not that sitting across from her was a bad position either, she was quite fidgety most of the time so she was always crossing or uncrossing her legs, curling them up beneath her, or just shifting and moving in general.
When things were winding down I made sure to roll a nice big joint. With all the alcohol in our system, weed acted like a sedative. I know from being on the other end, one time a cougar set her sights on me and managed to all but incapacitate me with booze and marijuana...but that's a tale for another day. Every time I passed it to her, I would make sure to only meet her halfway, so she had to spread her legs a little when reaching for it. I would take every opportunity to look up her skirt, like the time we were all downstairs and when going to climb the stairs to the main floor I would make sure to allow her to climb in front of me, so I could crane my neck down and have a cheeky glimpse of her nickers.
But tonight my perversion would advance beyond the daring and into the dangerous. If I knew then what I know now (that she was totally into me but trying not to act on it) it wouldn't seem so daring at the time. As the night came to a conclusion, we just sat around chatting, my buds passing out on the couch across from us (myself and the fem-roomie) with her bf already asleep in the La-Z-Boy he always claimed for himself. Fem and I turned on the tv, to lull ourselves asleep with some late nite infomercial-type crap. I was barely watching tv at all, reclined and leaning against one arm of the couch, she doing the same on the other end ... our legs not intertwined but laying next to each other. I kept my head facing forward and would flick my eyes to the side to spy inconspicuously on her legs, straining to see up her skirt.