We had just settled in for the evening and were on the couch. He had chosen to continue watching a mediocre show that I wasn’t into, but wasn’t going to complain. I completely understood his thinking of watching to the end in hopes that it might get better.
My Aunt Flo’s bags were packed, but she hadn’t left yet. Anything that I did was going to be for his pleasure only, and I was completely fine with that.
I nuzzled up closer and rested my head on his shoulder and watched TV. My hand moved from his chest lower and I began rubbing his cock which was getting hard on contact. He said nothing and continued watching the show.
My hand slid into his sweats and I began to stroke his hard cock.
He grinned and ask “What are you doing?”
I smile “Can’t a girlfriend stroke her boyfriend’s cock, while he watches TV?”
Earlier in the evening, we were out with friends and those titles were bestowed on us. We aren’t really “title” people, but we have been seeing each other exclusively for a few weeks and neither of us seemed to be bothered by the titles.