I turned the key in the lock as Matt stood behind me, shifting his balance from one side to the other in nervous movement. His parents, and thus my best friend Kayla, were on a weekend trip for their anniversary. I've known Kayla since junior year in high school, back when we were both still shy and curious, when we were supposed to be in our rebellious teenage phases. Matt is nineteen now, which is crazy to think about when I remember that I was there the day he was born, holding his mother's hand as his father was out of the country on a business trip.
So, it was no shock, that when he'd accidentally locked himself out of the house, he'd called me. I live barely fifteen minutes away and have always had a spare key to the house, and even if I was a bit annoyed by the late hour, I would never let him stand outside with nowhere to go.
"Thank you so much Miss Wilson, I really don't know what I was thinking. I was just heading out and then the second I closed the door I couldn't find my keys; I just don't know where my head's at, I'm never this forgetful I swear." He awkwardly explained himself, probably feeling a bit guilty seeing my state, knowing I was about to head to bed. I was simply wearing my underwear, a nightgown, and a long jacket on top of it, I knew there wouldn't be anyone out on the street this late, it's a very polite neighborhood after all.
"Don't you worry dear; lord knows I wasn't doing anything important. Come on, get in, you can't be comfortable out there."
He followed me inside and shook off his jacket which he hung by the door, before kicking off his shoes and heading into the living room. I followed him as he plopped down on the couch to say my goodbyes.
"Okay sweetheart, I'll be going now then, don't you forget your keys again okay? Be safe and sleep well.'' I kissed his forehead and turned around to take my leave when I felt a strong hand grip my wrist.
"Wait! Can't you stay? It's so quiet now, and you're so much more fun than my parents to hang out with." Blatant flattery or not, it was working. I chuckled and threw off my jacket and put it on the kitchen counter before setting my shoes beside it. I walked over to where Matt had now turned on the TV to sit next to him.
"You sure know how to charm a woman." He looked at me with a smile and crept closer to me, his side touching mine.
"Have you seen this one? It's apparently really old school, right up your alley." I laughed as I lightly hit him on the shoulder.
"Jerk, I'm not that old."
"You're the same age as my mom."
"And your mom is in the prime of her life." I settled back down again and felt my face flush as I realized I had actually seen the movie before, back when it was still playing in the theaters even.
"Sure, Miss Wilson, whatever you say." Matt had a grin on his face as he turned towards the screen again, body not moving away from mine.
When I said I'd seen the movie before, I didn't mean it was a good one though. The plot was boring and the acting was bad, I was half-dozed off not even a quarter of the way in. I contemplated closing my eyes for a bit when I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh. I suddenly froze as I looked over to Matt, only to see that his eyes hadn't wandered from the scene in front of him, seemingly enraptured by the main character's monologue.
I decided to not think too much of it and leaned back into the couch, trying to focus on what was happening on screen. It worked for a couple of minutes before I felt the hand start to move. At first, it seemed innocent enough, just repositioning himself to be more comfortable, but then it just started creeping up higher and higher, until his pinky finger was resting over where my thigh met my crotch. I knew I shouldn't, but I could feel myself start to get aroused. Something about the way that it felt so secret and sneaky as if it was something we weren't supposed to do. To be fair, it had been a rather long time since I'd been intimate with anyone, the pent-up energy is bound to boil over at some point right?
