Cuddling, and a Pause.

George did, unfortunately, have to admit that the movie was pretty good. He’d still have preferred to watch his choice, but watching Cars was not as bad as he thought it would be. Not that he was ever going to admit that to Jordan.

Of course, having a hot, half dressed woman cuddling with him on the sofa also made the movie watching experience a bit better.

The cuddling was different this time, George had finally decided. With the movie playing, he wasn’t able to talk to Jordan and get an idea of whether the swap was having an effect on her yet. All he really had to go on was how she was cuddling with him. And it just felt different.

Jordan was always playful and teasing, but never outright sexual. It was difficult to explain, but George remembered how she sat on his lap once at a party a few months prior. She was trying to be fun and provocative, but she didn’t grind on him or do anything outright suggestive beyond that, and would have reacted poorly if he had done that. She was acting superficially sexual because he was safe to do that to, but she was also careful not to go too far and imply that she wanted to go further with him.

It was the same as when they’d cuddled during previous movie nights. She would lean against him under the blanket and put her head on his shoulder, but she didn’t press against him the way some of his hookups had.

Now it was different.

At some point during the movie, Jordan had turned slightly so that she was closer to him, and her head was now laying more on his chest than his shoulder. She was holding his arm against her, and he could feel her ample breasts pressing against his biceps and she breathed. Not being able to move his arm, George had his hand laying on her thigh, which was unfortunately covered by her sweatpants.

The position was far more intimate, and frankly, emotional, than he was used to. The question was, did that mean anything?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Jordan let go of his arm and paused the movie.

George looked over at her as she pushed slowly away from him, and she blushed slightly as he made eye contact. Apparently she hadn’t realized what she’d been doing.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” she whispered.

Or, maybe that's why she was blushing. Hypocrisy, even in jest, was embarrassing.

“You didn’t get off before coming here either, huh?”

“Shut up!” Jordan yelled as she finally stood up and began walking toward the bathroom. She tried to turn away as she did so, but George could tell she was trying to hide how much redder her face was now. Which was also different, George had almost never managed to get her to blush before.

Just before she got to the door, Jordan turned slightly, her face mostly back to normal. She stared at him for a moment, almost seeming like she wanted to say something, then turned back toward the door and stretched her arms up high. With her back arched, her breasts strained against her sports bra and stood out prominently compared to her thin, muscular stomach. When she went on her toes after a few seconds, his eyes were drawn to her smaller, but tight, ass.

She turned back to George and caught him staring at her as she showed off, then smiling brightly, perhaps mockingly, and walked into the bathroom.

Fuck, she was amazing, George thought. He couldn’t wait to get her on his lap properly, with her large, exposed boobs pressed up against his and her tight butt grinding against him as they-

No. No, he didn’t even know if she was interested. Yeah, she was acting differently, but anything could have caused that. He’d ask her if anything was up when she got back, it shouldn’t be too suspicious to ask considering that she was the one acting weird.

After leaving him to ponder quietly for a few minutes, Jordan came back headed straight over to the kitchen without looking at him.

“Want a drink?” she shouted over her shoulder.

“Yeah, grab me a Sprite,” George said, but rather than waiting for her, he got up and walked to the kitchen behind her, so they were face to face when Jordan turned away from the fridge holding their drinks.

“Are you doing alright?”

Jordan turned away again when she heard the question, and put both the cans on the counter, before replying, “I’m fine.”

“Really? You were blushing earlier, I’ve never been able to get one over on you like that before. And it was with your own lame joke.”

She didn’t move, but from George’s angle it looked like she winced slightly at that last part. When she didn’t respond after a few moments, he sighed and continued, “You can trust me Jordan. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Fine,” she said, sighing deeply, “it’s not really embarrassing, it was just about you, that’s why I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Me?” George asked, the tension in his chest rising sharply. Oh god, what did fuck up?