They were both laughing as they approached the front door of her basement apartment. It was easy for her to talk to him, and they had been bantering freely. She paused imperceptibly at the door, unsure of how he would react to seeing her run down student apartment. It was bad enough that her roommate was a slob, leaving tea towels on the kitchen floor and dishes in the sink, she had done all she could to tidy up the apartment before leaving. She could only hope that her roommate remained firmly in her bedroom.
She looked back at him once more to make a joke, something about how she hoped he didn't get swallowed by the cobwebs upon entry. It was nice knowing him. He was generous with his laughter, and always forthcoming with a smile. It put her at ease as she opened the door and gazed into the living room. Thankfully her roommate was nowhere in sight. More sure of herself, she opened the door fully and held it for him, with a sweeping hand gesture akin to something a butler would do in an old movie. He entered and they began to remove their shoes. He remarked that he could barely even see the cobwebs.
Her cat came up to greet them after a few seconds, she meowed loudly to demand their immediate attention. He bent down briefly to pet her, looking a bit wary. She hoped that her cat would live up to the numerous stories he'd heard. The warm smile he gave her as he stood up was all she needed.
After leading him to her room, she motioned for him to sit on her freshly made bed. It barely had any cat hair, he was lucky for such a warm reception. He complied promptly and shifted nervously on the bed, both socked feet still firmly planted on the ground. Noting his discomfort, she lowed herself onto the floor on folded legs, with both of her knees facing him. She placed her left palm flat on the ground to steady herself and appear more casual.
She was wearing a black dress that fell just below her knees, and came in delicately at her waist. It accentuated her long frame and hinted at her large breasts, the fabric was just loose enough to draw in your gaze without being too revealing. She felt sexy wearing the dress, and she loved how it made his gaze linger a little longer.
His body language inevitably softened as they continued chatting, they were talking about the movie they had seen earlier that evening. They got along very naturally, and it was apparent to both of them that they were interested in each other from the way their smiles idled on their faces.
She couldn't help but smile to herself as she recalled how he reached out to take her hand during the movie. She had been resting with her left hand on her thigh, and his eyes never left the screen as her extended his hand to lock fingers with her. She felt a rush of giddiness as he flexed his fingers to lightly squeeze her hand. As she glanced at him, he smiled slightly in response, still without diverting his attention from the screen. She leaned her head onto his right shoulder and sighed happily.
In the present moment she was very aware of his body language. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed while leaning back on his palms. It was very reassuring to her that he was relaxed in his current state, on her bed, alone in the room with her. She made the excuse that she was feeling a little stiff and got up to sit on the bed beside him, within arm's reach. She tucked her feet up beside her and tried to appear nonchalant, despite her steadily quickening pulse.
Their chat continued, somehow meandering to the topic of cuddling. She was pleased to find out that he liked to be the big spoon, and commented that cuddling dynamics are very important. Laughing, she placed her hand on his forearm, and smiled into his eyes. He smiled back broadly, and she could feel in the air that he appreciated her touch.
