She was remembering their last encounter very fondly. They were lying together in bed, snuggling. Her mind kept insisting on returning to one memory. The feeling that crept up her spine as he stroked her back through her t-shirt. He let his fingertips run up from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades and back again. It seemed that she was perfectly comfortable with him, she lay on her stomach with her head resting on his chest and her arm across his abdomen.
Her memory continued to unfold. She remembered that they were talking about places they wished to travel. She was fantasizing about them planning a trip together, long drives, waking up together in bed. They chattered excitedly as they lay together.
After a few moments of silence, she rolled onto her back, away from him, and let out a yawn. When she opened her eyes, his face had appeared about 20 centimeters away from hers, smiling. During her yawn, the hem of her t-shirt has risen up. It previously met the waistband of her jeans, but now it left a strip of her stomach exposed. She was very aware of his gaze slipping downwards, towards this exposed region.
His eyes were now moving back up towards her face and she could feel herself blush deeply as his eyes met hers. She glanced down to adjust her t-shirt to cover her stomach and could not bring her eyes back to meet his gaze.
He respectfully rolled away from her, onto his back. Both of them giggled nervously. Maybe next time we'll pick up there, she said. Of course, he replied.
They resumed snuggling briefly, he stroked her hair and she returned her head to his chest. But it seemed the moment was ruined by her persistent feeling of discomfort. She berated herself for creating an uncomfortable environment, she was taken by surprise. In a different circumstance, if he hadn't snuck up on her, she would not have rejected his advance.
She snapped out of her memory into the present moment. She was lying on her bed wearing her cutest casual outfit. Her cropped white t-shirt fit tightly to her body, and you could faintly see the outline of her lacy embroidered bra underneath. She had on her mid length black denim skirt; it hugged her thighs closely but also allowed for ease of movement as she walked. She wanted to impress him, and possibly make up for the awkwardness in their last encounter.
He would be coming over any minute now. She idled nervously on the couch, waiting for a text. She planned for them to watch a movie they had both been waiting to see. Afterwards she could suggest that he join her in the bedroom.
She got his text. He had never been over before, so she walked out in her slippers to meet him in the parking lot. They made it into her apartment and settled on the couch. Pretty soon they were watching the movie, he had his arm around her shoulders. She was completely at ease, and she leaned slightly into his shoulder.
Once the movie was over, she glanced up at him from her snuggled position. He tilted his head downwards to look her in the eyes. She was very aware of how closely they were sitting, and she used the warm comfort she felt in this moment to encourage herself.
She turned herself towards him, so that her knees were curled up on his lap and her hands were resting lightly on his chest. He responded by shifting his hands so the were placed on the exposed skin of her lower back. His touch sent a tingle up her spine, triggering her memory of them, in bed. The memory of him running his fingers up her spine. She let out an involuntary shiver.
A teasing smile played across his lips. He leaned into her ear to whisper, voice thick with a husky strain, do you like that?
The combination of his breath, warm in her ear and his weight of his had on her back made her hum affirmatively. She turned her face to the side, towards his ear. She whispered back, oh yeah.
Immediately she felt him slip his other hand up her outer thigh, towards the hem of her skirt. She felt a rush of arousal, coming from deep in her stomach. She moaned softly in his ear.
