You answered the door to your apartment with no expectations whatsoever. We aren't going to have sex, this is just two friends watching a movie and hanging out. No worries. We both know the deal. You were nervous nonetheless because you had never seen her before- at least not in person. But you knew she was attractive and you knew she was sexual. And you knew she wanted you...you've always known that.
She walked in with a DVD and a bag of oreos. "Why the cookies?" you asked. "If my teeth are are gooey and black, you won't want to kiss me," she said. And then she winked and smiled and you felt that familiar stirring in your groin. You had thought her online pictures were cute, even beautiful. But here she was face-to-face with no pretense, and you knew you were right.
She took your hand and led you to the sofa and sat you down on one side. She nestled in next to you, letting your arm fall over her shoulder. Her head on your chest, her hands on your stomach. "This is okay," you thought. "This is perfectly innocent and friendly".
But you could smell her perfume, subtle and faint. The scent of shampoo and something...something else...was crowding your thoughts. Her neckline of her blouse slipped briefly, and she was quick to adjust it, but not before you saw her neck and that lovely curve of her shoulder.
She was lightly scratching your chest, almost absentmindedly, but it was driving you insane. "Remember waaay back to high school?" she asked. "When you and your girlfriend would make out for hours and you were happy never getting past second base because you knew she wouldn't?" You nodded in agreement, wondering where this was headed.
She tilted her head up to look into your eyes, and you sensed it before it happened. "She's going to kiss me", you thought. "Now what?"
But she didn't. She looked straight into your eyes and she instinctively knew you were getting hard. Everything she wanted was obvious in that look. But she kept her hands and her mouth to herself.
To your surprise, you kissed her. Softly, then more insistently. And she let you. For an interminable length of time, you forgot everything else and just concentrated on her lips. Then the warning light began blinking and you forced yourself to pull away. "We shouldn't be doing this." You saw the disappointment in her eyes, but you knew you had to be the stronger one. It was the right thing for both you.
"You're right", she said. "Totally right." Back to the movie- some inane comedy designed to be ignored. She lay back against your chest once again and sighed. The man inside you- the horny, selfish, testosterone-laden part of you suddenly had a thought: Would she? If I asked her, would she want to go down on me? Even though she won't allow me to reciprocate? Or is that just me being a dick?
