Room For Rent [Part 13 - Movie Night]
The lights were low, and the room was warm with the flickering gray-blue glow of the TV. I’d picked the movie deliberately; slow, brooding, and a little boring. It was also something we’d both seen already, so no need to pay too much attention. That meant I was free to do other things.
Which was exactly my plan.
Jason was beside me on the couch, shifting a little uncomfortably, and I wondered how hard he was already. It was my fault, of course; the outfit I was wearing was ridiculous, almost comical in how little it managed to conceal. A cropped white T-shirt clung snug to my chest, riding so high that the bottom curve of my breasts pushed out in shameless arcs of underboob every time I breathed. Below, a pair of white lace panties clung precariously to my hips, barely covering my ass.
For the first twenty minutes of the movie I lay stretched out beside him, pretending it was normal, pretending I didn’t find it thrilling every time he sneaked a glance at my barely-concealed body.
But now, just like always, I wanted more.
“Can I rest my head on your lap?” I asked.
Before he could answer, I got on all fours and lowered myself down beside him, laying my head on his stomach, placing my hand on the waistband of his sweatpants, just low enough to be suggestive. I smiled; through his sweatpants, I could see that his cock was hard already.
“Why is everyone in the future always so miserable?” I asked, like my hand wasn’t millimeters away from the tip of his throbbing cock.
“I don’t know,” he said, his voice sounding a little thin. “I’m not really paying attention…”
“Rude,” I said. “This is a multimillion-dollar movie! You should be taking it all in.”
I lifted my head and tugged down his sweatpants in one motion, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach, exposing him to the cool air and the soft light of the TV. The head was inches from my mouth.
“Wow, is that for me?”