Friday night. They are sitting on his couch watching the anticipated new season of a sci-fi show on Netflix. Separated by several inches, she feels the need to move closer, to feel the heat of him. She yearns to feel the weight of his hand; somewhere, anywhere on her body. An accidental brush of fingertips across her arm. A more purposed stroke of her thigh.
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and sighs audibly. She isn’t sure what she wants in the moment. Does she, once again, take the deep dive into the emotional unknown for pure physical pleasure? She had been pushing away his sexual advances & innuendos over the last few weeks for reasons still unclear to her.
For a brief moment she allows herself to reflect on the hours leading up to this point. She hadn’t worked that day. In reality, she hadn’t done much but sleep and scroll through social media. Yet she was tired. Being honest with herself, she didn’t want to go anywhere and was semi hoping he would postpone until the next time they were both free. She pushed through though, reading up on the how to’s of getting “in the mood.”
She genuinely loved sex. Sex with him was always amazing. She couldn’t put her finger on the reason she had been so… different lately. So she read. Realizing that the ebb and flow of her sexual desire was normal,
she decided to take a shower. She let the water run down her body and thought of him. She thought of the last time his hands touched her. Her heart had started to beat faster and she had known the ebb had subsided.
Stepping out of the shower, water dripping, she looked at her phone. Still no word. The heck with it she told herself and continued to get ready. She recalls the disappointment when he finally called confirming plans. Not disappointment in the company but the deviation from her suggestion. She switched gears prepping for sushi and crossed her fingers. Hoping for, what was now, her current situation.
His laugh brought her back to the present. She smiled thinking about how mixed her emotions could get in terms of this man. This man whom for all intents and purposes, is not her boyfriend. He owes her nothing yet somehow manages to give her everything. He is her best friend. Her lover. (Although she hates that word).
She closes her eyes again waiting; anticipating the feeling of his leg close to hers.
She hadn’t initially made much effort appearance wise, as she thought they would just be at his house. Yet she carefully chose the just a little too short jean cutoffs & t-shirt with the deep V neck. Not quite flashy, but enough to get his attention. The TV was a little loud which was fine by her. Less chance of him hearing her internal monologue. Less chance of him hearing her exasperated sigh when she thought she had enough courage to make a move but he shifted in his spot and she missed the opportunity.
Although he watched the show with interest, she could feel the tension. She knew, his thoughts were mostly aligned with hers. Had they not been, she would be home now. Figuring things out on her own.
Quietly she scolded herself. She needed to get out of her head. Stop overthinking and just do. He had rarely, if at all, refused her when they were together like this so why would tonight be any different? Could it be he was trying to set a boundary by overruling her original plan for the evening? Was there someone else? Is it the one girl whose name she committed to memory?Maybe he just isn’t into it anymore? Why would he not just be honest with her? That was their deal after all.
“Earth to Jessica..” she heard him say. Dammit! Why did she insist on being like this? Why did she overthink everything? She shut that particular boundary thought process down and found herself back in the real world.
His hand was lying innocently on her knee. When had that happened? She’d been so lost in her negative thoughts that she allowed herself to miss that initial touch. His hand was warm, clammy. She put hers over his and replied.
“Sorry, I spaced out for a minute..”
He chuckled and went back to watching the television. His fingers slowly moved back and forth on her knee and she felt the familiar electricity run through her. This. This is what she wanted. Why had she pushed him away over the last few weeks? It felt so good to be alone with him. Sitting next to each other. Close but not close enough. She sat up and moved closer. He allowed her to lay her head in his lap. Satisfied with this development she let herself relax. She felt his hesitation as he wasn’t particularly sure about what to do with his hand now that her head was in his lap. Finally he rested it on the top of her head. She laughed out loud at this decision. It was easily the most awkward one he could have made, yet it fit. This was so… him.
His fingers began playing with her hair, timid at first and then a little more intense. She sighed, she knew he was not the best at slow, almost effortless movements like this. She wished, and not for the first time, he would just relax and absentmindedly run his fingers through her hair. Casually and without purpose. She began to imagine that was what he was doing… she felt warmth. Warmth at the feeling. Warmth in all of the perfect places. She began softly rubbing his leg as they watched the show. They both knew what was going to happen between them, as it had happened thousands of times before this; yet the tension was so strong. Pure sexual tension that if not released would cause them both to walk away unsatisfied.
Thousands of times and still, each time felt like the first. Each time they both fumbled at who/how to make moves. Each time she ended up talking. A lot. Just spewing random nonsense. During this awkward dance, she would never make eye contact with him. She knew that once she did, all of her desire would spill into the room and he would have her. And while that eventually would happen regardless, sometimes she really enjoyed this dance of theirs. It was something that she’d never had with anyone else. Something that was just theirs.
She turned on the couch to lie on her back so that her head was in his lap and she could look up at him. She noticed his jaw clench and felt his body tense at her movement. He glanced down at her and for the briefest moment, their eyes met. He quickly averted his gaze back to the tv. She laid still admiring his silhouette in the light of the show. His eyes sparkled a bit when he was amused. She loved seeing that. His nose was a perfect, to her, fit for his face and his lips… she wanted to feel his lips on her. Again, she sighed audibly. Her sigh was not out of anger or frustration. Her sigh, was desire. She wanted, in that moment, his hands all over her. She wanted his lips on hers. She wanted to feel him, every part of him throbbing with desire.
She wasn’t even sure what they were watching anymore as she was watching him. She was planning out her next move. She was mapping out their dance and with each thought she became more turned on. In every breath she took she wanted to feel him. She felt, within her, that tingling feeling of arousal. They had been together in the last few months, but it had been quite some time since she had felt that tingly feeling down there. It had been awhile since she felt, in her, the throbbing need for him.
She took one last deep breath before completely surrendering to her thoughts and sat up.
She put one finger under his chin and used it to turn his head towards her. He seemed startled but also relieved. As if he had been anticipating this as much as she had. She looked up at him, into his eyes and moved forward to kiss him. Before she knew what was happening, they were both standing, his arms around her. He pulled her hair back from her face and looked at her. Something in his eyes instantly sparked a fire in her that she has suppressed for awhile now.
He lowered his face and kissed her deeply. His mouth was hot and fast. His tongue exploring. He kissed her as if she were all he had ever wanted. His hands were in her hair, on her back, arms and finally on her chest. She moaned in pleasure; anticipation of what was to come. He began kissing her neck; slowly & softly. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. She saw, in that split second; Passion. Hunger. Need.
She leaned into him and allowed him to caress her. To feel every inch of her exposed skin. She brought his mouth back up to hers and kissed him again. She began kissing his neck, his ears and his lips. Over and over again. God he felt so good. This felt so good. Heart racing she reached down to find him fully aroused, but before she could take him in her hands, he was pulling her with him to his bedroom.
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