Here I am. There she was, right next to me. She's wearing that fishnet and miniskirt combo that, secretly, gets me going. I can see her belly button because she's wearing a black crop top that outlines her small top curves. We can see her house at the end of the block. What a nice, big suburban house she lives in. You glance over at her again and see that she's holding her arm at the elbow behind her back while staring down at her black and white converse through her glasses.
She has just finished talking to you about how amazing it was to spend first Friday with you and the reason why you're going to her house is because you're going to Netflix and chill, with emphasis on the "chill." It's obvious that she's terribly shy, but she wants this. You both reach her house, she steps in, and invites you in as well. While making your way to her room, you notice how short her skirt really is, especially when you follow her going up the stairs because you can see her black and white polka dotted panties as her skirt bounces up and down. When you reach her room, you kick off your shoes and socks and both lay down together on her bed and start watching a movie. It's an old one, but it's good she tells you. You wrap your arms around her body and pull her close into you. Your legs intertwine while you're cuddling her, and you find yourself to not be interested in the movie, but in her.
You start trailing kisses up her shoulder to her neck while moving your arm down from her neck closer to her breasts. She tried to stay focused on the movie, but is starting to smile.
"Stop, I want to watch the movie," she says, but you can see her biting her lip and smiling.
"Oh come on, please, even if it's just for a little," you whine, wanting her really bad and in that moment. She looks into your eyes, her big eyes trying not to budge, and says, "I..."