As I pull into the driveway, I feel the butterflies return to my stomach. We've hung out before, fooled around before, but every time I see her, I get butterflies. I sit in the truck for a minute, remembering the last time I saw her. I can feel myself getting wet as I remember how her hands felt on my breasts, her breath on my clit. I shake myself out of my remembrances, and walk up to her door. I knock, and she lets me in. I give her a hug hello, and we move to the kitchen to get a drink. She grabs a beer from the fridge, and mixes my vodka and juice.
We move to sit on her couch, me with one leg tucked up underneath me, facing her; her with her feet up on the coffee table, facing the TV. We just sit there for a moment, enjoying each other's company. She turns to face me, our eyes meet, and we smile. I ask how her day was, and she tells me it was ok. Her boss was out for the day, so it was a nice relaxing day with the kids. She asks about my day, and I roll my eyes, and say that it was just boring paperwork again. She laughs, and reminds me that I enjoy my job. As I stretch my arm out along the back of the couch, behind her head, I laugh too, and agree.
She leans her head back onto my arm as she smiles at me. I smile back, and move to place my drink on the coffee table, using it as an excuse to move closer to her. I wrap my arm around her as I sit back, and she shifts so our thighs are pressing together. She looks up at me, and asks what I want to do. I tell her it's up to her, as I let my hand fall onto her thigh. She leans forward, and grabs the TV remote. As she tries to find something to watch, I watch her. I can't seem to take my eyes off her. She's beautiful. I'm not sure what she sees in me, but I'm glad she sees it.
She finds something on TV, but neither of us are really watching it. She keeps sneaking looks at me, only to get caught each time. I finally laugh after catching her yet again, and pull her into a tight hug, pressing her against me. She leans into the hug and laughs herself. I relax my arms around her, but don't completely let go. She settles in, and we watch some TV for a bit. Eventually, we lay down, me on the inside of the couch, arms wrapped around her to keep her from falling off. She's lying on her back, but is watching the TV. Slowly, I start to move my top arm, using my hand to draw little circles on her stomach. Ever so slowly, the circles expand in size, until I'm just barely brushing the underside of her breast at the top of the circle.
All this time, it looks as if she's just paying attention to the TV, and ignoring me, but I heard her sharp intake of breath the first time my fingers brushed against her breasts, telling me that she's not as absorbed in the TV show as she appears to be. I laugh to myself, and wonder how far I can go with teasing her before she'll give up pretending to watch TV. Slowly, I trace a line down her from her ribcage, along her hip, and down her thigh to her knee. I slowly start making circles again, but this time, instead of increasing the size of the circles, I slowly move up her leg.
When I get close to the junction between her legs, I feel her shift slightly, and I know I've got her attention. Instead of continuing to move up with the circles, I move to the side, and continue up her side, over her hip, up her rib cage. When I get to her breasts, I flatten my hand out, and begin just running my hand over her flat stomach, imagining myself covering her with kisses. She moves the arm closest to me, and places her hand between my legs, and starts to gently kneed my thigh. I let my hand wander up over her breast, and I just cup it. As I allow my hand to just sit there, I can feel her anticipation in how she begins to kneed a little harder, almost asking me to do something. I move my thumb, just enough to brush over her nipple, and I can feel it harden under my touch.