Tonight is girls' night in. I've been looking forward to this night forever, it seems. I'll have you all to myself for at least four hours, hopefully more. Dinner is simmering on the stove and the aroma of Mexican spices floats throughout the house. The doorbell rings and I rush to greet you. You're adorable, all bundled up to ward off the cold, and my breath catches when you smile at me.
"Hey! Get in here," I say, as I hold the door open for you. You step in, brushing against me. Even the slightest touch has my nipples hardening.
"Thanks," you say as you start pulling off your gloves.
I close the door, then turn to you. I pull down your jacket's zipper and spin you around with a nudge to your shoulder. My fingers glide down your arms as I slide the jacket off of you. After hanging up your jacket, we head to the kitchen.
We enjoy dinner and good conversation. It's always so easy with you, easy to be myself and just stop worrying about everything. I could sit and talk with you for hours. But dinner eventually ends and we carry our dishes to the sink. Even a mundane activity, like cleaning up after dinner, is fun with you. The last dish is loaded in the washer and I close it and start it. You're leaning against the counter and look into my eyes.
"Come here," you whisper and tug on my shirt.
I stand in front of you, only millimeters between us. You'd think I wouldn't be nervous anymore, but I can't help it. I know how your lips feel against mine, so soft yet demanding, and the anticipation is incredible. I reach up and caress your cheek with the back of my hand. Both hands run through you hair as I feel your rest your hands on my hips. I circle one arm around your neck, pull you closer, and run my fingertips across your lips. Your hands slide around and cup my ass, pulling me against you, as you kiss me; gentle, the tip of your tongue teasing my lips. I open to you, so hot and so eager. The tantalizing sensation of your tongue on mine sends electrical charges through my body. I've got to calm down before I orgasm from just a kiss.
"Come on, we've got a movie to watch," I say as I pull away from you.
I take your hand and lead you into the den. I keep the house chilly, but I've turned on the fireplace insert for a little heat. There's a blanket draped over the couch, just in case. We get comfortable, sitting side by side, and start the movie. It's one of those silly, "B" horror movies that we like to laugh at. I let the footrest up and we stretch out. Your hand rests on my leg, your fingers making little movements on my thigh. You can't know, well maybe you do know, how much you turn me on. All I can think of is how it will feel when we're finally skin to skin and doing incredibly naughty things to one another.
You move and I feel cold without your body heat against me. Reaching out, you grab a throw pillow and put it on my lap. After pulling the blanket down, you lay back on the couch, your head resting on the pillow, and cover up.
