We sit on the bed, side by side, watching the huge screen. My arm is around her, and her head rest on my shoulder. I can feel her body heat radiating on me, her breasts pressing on my ribcage. I can see her legs slightly crossed, her hands resting on my belly. My dick's been hard for a moment now, just by looking at the slight curves of her body in the darkness of the room. But I have yet to make a move. Maybe it's something about the air conditioning in the room, or her angelic looks. It's almost like I'm scared to fuck her.
For once, I'm interested in a movie. It's some gangster shit, but I actually like it. Maybe it's because I'm scared to do anything with her. She moves slightly, inching closer to me and she presses her hand on my chest. My cock jerks quickly, but I clear my throat and stare straight ahead.
There's some shooting on the screen, then a guy that keeps talking about drugs and cash. I feel something slithering over my leg, and I am shocked when I realise that it's her hand. She's slowly rubbing my pocket, running her hand over my thigh, slowly. I glance sideways at her. She is laying like before, her hand only doing the foreign movements. What the fuck does that mean, I think furiously. Seems like she wants to get laid, but I'm really scared to fuck this up by doing something wrong.
On screen, suddenly, there's two people fucking. I inhale deeply, surprised. She squirms a little, giggling.
"Well, well." she whispers next to me.
And she starts tracing her fingers on my knee.
I feel my whole body shivering, as I extend my hand and slightly touch her ass. I gently pull her dress up but I don't look.
"I wonder what they're doing," I say, smirking.
"Hmmm. You don't know?" she asks, her breath blowing on my neck.
"All I know is that I'd like to do it to you," I say, caressing her ass, feeling her panties underneath her dress.
"Hmmm," she groans, as she puts her mouth next to my ear. "That would be nice."
I cannot believe my ears. I turn and look at her face, who's a breath away from mine. Her round eyes, her pouty lips, her little nose. I didn't even think she could want sex. When she first talked to me in that bookstore, I thought she wanted some information or something. Well, she was checking me out. Think this little session in my room is my initiative? Think again.
I kiss her.
Her lips taste divine, a mix of strawberry and meat that I devour, returning her passionate sucking of my lips. I look for her tongue, and slowly suck it, while I put her on her back, pinning her on the bed. I gently bite her lower lip and pull back, making her moan. I hold her down while I look her in the eyes. The sounds coming from the TV seem far away.
"You've been dreaming about this, haven't you?" I ask her.
She nods, a misty look on her face.
"How?" I ask again, smiling.
She tries to free herself from my grip, shaking her body. I grin at her fruitless efforts.
"How?" I ask again.
"You make me wet every day," she says, licking her lips. "Every time we talk, every time you touch me."
What a surprise.
"What do you do then?" I ask,my eyes locked into hers.