A Drink Sounds Nice

"Sure," you say with a little smirk, "I could go for a drink. What do you have? Root beer? Coke?"

"Yeah," Cody replies, though he frowns a little at your obviously implied teasing, "but we have beer too. And... we have some rum I could put in the coke... if... if y'know... you wanted some of it."

"Ooooh, trying to get a lady drunk, hmmm?" you say, your smirk growing, "You HAVE grown up, haven't you?"

Cody's face flushes slightly and he looks aghast as he all but stammers, "What?! No! I was just... offering... I..."

You bust out laughing, raising your hand in a placating manner. "I'm just teasing you, Cody," you say, "I actually could go for a rum and coke if you're seriously offering."

Cody smiles meekly. "Oh... of course..." he says, trying not to look like he's all but running for the kitchen as he quickly heads into the other room.

You flop back down onto the couch, your arms resting on the top as you lean back slightly, causing your sweater to tighten a little more around your chest area. It's kind of fun teasing the poor kid and there's a part of you wondering how far you can push him until he dies of embarrassment or his parents get home. And it's not like you had any other plans for the night, so you may as well enjoy the company while you can.

Your gaze drifts back to the TV for a little bit until a slight motion at the corner of your vision from the side opposite the kitchen catches your attention. Without turning your head you look at the full-sized mirror to see yourself splayed out on the couch... and Cody standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a small cup with your rum and coke in it in his hands, staring at you intently. It's that strange, powerful look he used to lock onto your body, his raw, undisguised lust taking in your curves and making his green eyes almost seem to sparkle with energy. You remain where you are, still a little creeped out by it but also curious to see how long he'll stay there if you give no indication you see him.

Cody continues to stare for a full minute, his gaze flicking between your breasts and the place where your legs are parted on the couch. After a few seconds more, you find yourself a little too unnerved to let this go on despite the part of you that enjoys a man so openly desiring you. You clear your throat and turn your head in Cody's direction, and speaking as if you've only now noticed him as you say, "Oh, hello again. Is that my drink?"

He blinks several times, as if awakened from a daydream (probably one involving you naked and panting his name, if you had to guess) and quickly walks over to the couch, sitting down next to you and holding out the glass in your direction. "Uhh... yeah," he says, "Sorry... I was curious about the answer to the question on TV."

You're pretty sure the game show had been on a commercial break when he'd started standing there but you let it go without comment as you take the drink in hand. You take a sip and your eyebrows raise as you find it's actually pretty well made, the right mixture of the coke's sweetness blending well with the pleasurable bite of the rum. "Nice," you say, "have you thought about being a bartender when you grow up, Cody? You make a mean rum and coke there."

You're pretty sure you hear him mutter, "I could show you how grown up I am..." under his breath before he says aloud, "Not really. Mom and dad keep pushing me to try and go to some college that teaches computer stuff because I play games with my friends a lot but it's not the same thing."

You hum in thought as you take another sip of your drink and ask, "Any girls in that group you 'play games' with?"

Cody sputters a bit as he answers, "N-n-no! I mean, there are girls but... I don't... I'm not really... interested..."

You chuckle softly. The poor boy is beet red in the face now and is basically trying to look in any direction but yours. You realize there are several ways you could follow this up, each of them possibly getting an amusing response from him.

You could just drop the line of conversation and let him squirm, waiting to see what he might decide to talk about next.

You could continue beating about the bush, questioning him about his relationships in such an oh-so-innocent manner as you've already been doing.

Or you could go straight for the jugular, addressing the way he's stared at you in the past (not to mention a few minutes ago) head-on and see how he takes the revelation that he'd always been spotted all along.