Breaking Bad

The show itself wasn't really the point, so you "settled" on Breaking Bad. You had been meaning to watch it for a while. you were really into it, but Jennifer seemed a bit bored. Still, she kept watching, even though it was obvious she wasn’t having a blast.

As we watched, You couldn't help but steal glances at her. She looked gorgeous in the dim light of the TV, with her hair falling softly around her face. Her lips perched in an almost permanent pout. You wondered if she had any idea how much you wanted her to wrap those lips around your shaft. She probably did, considering you were having increasing difficulty hiding your arousal.

After a while, Jennifer spoke up. "Dustin, this show is kind of boring," she said.

You sighed. Of course she didn’t like it.

"Oh, really?" YOu said, trying to sound casual. "I think it's really good."

Jennifer shrugged. "I don't know, it's just not really my thing."

"Well, I don’t want to **** you to watch something you don’t enjoy. ” You said enigmatically ”We can always switch to something else if you want.”

“Whatever. I’m going to get us some more beer.“ She said, and left for the kitchen.

You looked at your half-filled beer in surprise, and quickly downed the remaining half. Jennifer having the leg up on you made you realize that maybe, just maybe, she was interested in something more than just watching TV together. You couldn't help but feel a little hopeful as she disappeared into the kitchen, and you waited eagerly for her return.

Jennifer returned with a couple of beers and handed one to me before taking a seat on the couch next to me. I couldn't help but notice that she had retouched her makeup. subtle dark eyeliner and her lips a deep shade of red. It made me feel a little self-conscious about my own appearance, still lounging in my boxers and a t-shirt.

“I love your makeup, babe.“ You complimented genuinely, sneaking in the nickname to see her reaction.

“I… Thank you Dustin, but could you please not call me that, I’m not your babe.“ She rebutted coldly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.“ You started, then continued with a command. “But you love being called nicknames, honey buns. Marcus does it all the time.“

“I… that’s true.“ She frowned, then chuckled. “But you’re not Marcus, Puffin.“ She took another swig of her beer while eyeing you with obvious interest, as if daring you to continue.

Puffin… You didn’t think you’d like that one. Best to nip it in the butt while it was fresh. You chuckled bemused.

“You call me daddy when we’re alone. Anyway, you don’t really care about Marcus when you’re with me. Or do you?“

This time, she stared at you for an intense moment, as if going through your words one by one. Then, she seemed to reach a conclusion and shrugged, giving you a sly smile.

“What I think about Marcus is none of your concern, D-daddy” She said, stumbling over the last part. Looking at you from over her beer, you could see a glint of nervousness in her eyes. Then her phone beeped. She looked at it for a second and tucked it back into her hoodie, returning her attention to you.

"Who was that text from?" You asked, taking a sip of the cold brew.

"Oh, just Marcus," she replied, "He's going to be pulling an all-nighter at the office."

You raised an eyebrow. "That sucks. What's going on?"

"Some big project they're working on," she said with a shrug. "Who cares? The real question is: What are we gonna watch, daddy?" She said, looking at you coyly.