We pulled into my driveway, coming to a stop at the garage door. Heidi was less nervous about this part of our date as I was. My mind was racing with sexual thoughts. You see, our dinner and a movie date was cut short by a power outage at the theater. I suggested we just catch something on pay-per-view.
Let me give you a little background on her. Heidi was not the gorgeous girl that every man in the world chased. However, she was pretty enough to catch your eye. She didn't have the knockout body that attracted the masses. Again, she was just enough to get your attention. She stood 5 foot 7, her straight blond hair hung to her shoulder blades. She had a little extra weight to her, but far from being considered fat.
As we walked to the door, she moved with a sexy swagger about her. She never thought of herself as beautiful, but I did. Her innocent confidence drove me crazy with attraction. I've known her for 6 years, we shared high school and college classes and lived in the same town. We knew everything about each other.
Almost everything...as we were about to find out.
The front door closed behind me as we walked into my living room. Heidi tossed her little purse onto the couch and plopped down.
"Want a drink?" I called out from the kitchen, swinging a bottle of rum.
Her cute grin peeked up, "sure...I'm off tomorrow, why not."
The glasses clanged in my hand as I put them on the counter. As I mixed our drinks, the pay-per-view channel's noise filled the air. I saw her browse through several categories while I waited for the fizz of our drinks to settle before topping them off.
"Rum and Coke..." I said handing her a glass.
She sipped and scrunched her face, "holy cow," was all she mustered as she traded our drinks. "You're crazy," she chuckled after sampling mine.
"You like that?" I laughed as she traded back. I had made mine stronger than hers.
"How about a comedy," she asked after another sip, "or an action flick."
I made her pick, I didn't care what we watched. I was sitting two feet from a girl I had dreams about for years. I wasn't in love, but it would have only taken minimal effort on her part to make me fall...and here we are drinking together and on a date.
After she picked, I shut the lights off. The tv was the only illumination the room got. As the previews rolled, she touched my hand and knee, laughing and pointing out the other movies she wanted to see. Flirtatiously, I might add.
Halfway during the movie, she wanted me to make her another drink. I refilled our glasses and rejoined her on the couch. The rum was working its magic, as she cuddled beside me once I settled. She looked so cute with her head perched on my shoulder.
After the movie ended, we talked about the film. Trading our receptions and thoughts on a sequel. We playfully laughed and argued our points but ultimately laughed more.
She shuffled in her spot and laid her head in my lap, looking up at me with a smile. The back of her head was dangerously close to feeling any arousal I'd get. I knew I had to control myself or that would be embarrassing. She upped the ante by draping my arm over her soft stomach, my hand coming to rest just a couple inches from her ample chest.
I looked down at her face as she was relaxed in thought, staring at the roof. I took in the view: her sweet half grin, her scattered hair across my lap, the way the round tops of her breasts swayed just above the cut of her shirt as she gently shuffled her feet. At that moment, no finer beauty existed.
"What?" she chuckled with a smile up at me.
"Hmm?" I stammered, as if I'd been snapped out of a trance.
"You're drunk!" she mused as she sat up, turned partially to me.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes," she laughed. "You totally are!"
"Tipsy maybe..." I joked.
"Tipsy nothing!" she snickered grabbing a pillow and lightly clubbing me with it.
"Oh its like that, is it..." I grabbed a pillow and playfully clubbed her harder than she hit me.
We slung our shots for a few. Fuzz flew as I tackled her down to the couch. Kneeling over her and placing my pillow over her midsection, I raised my arms in victory. She had other plans, and her pillow connected with my stomach with a thud. Playing along, I rolled off and she followed. She quickly overcame me and before I could react, had straddled my stomach. She raised her arms in victory like I had.
My view was dominated by her beauty. Her big D's stuck out like mountains, and her shirt raised just enough to see her belly button...which I promptly tickled. Her collapse onto my chest brought us face to face. There was that sensual moment as we looked into each others eyes. Interrupted by me swinging us back around to me on top.
She gazed at me with a submissive, bit-lipped smile, beckoning for my next move. I gently brought her arms up past her head. For that moment, she was completely in my control. Leaning in close, my lips grazed her nose. We felt each others breath, intoxicated with the moment. I kissed her.
I was in the dominant position, so I struck. She met me 100%. Our lips passionately wrestled each other, she was a great kisser. When our kissing slowed, I leaned up and noticed her pill sized nipples were poking hard through her shirt.
