Getting Comfortable

You follow Kelly into the living room, still trying to process everything that has happened between the two of you. She walks a few steps ahead of you before dropping onto the couch and looking back in your direction.

“Well?” Kelly asks as she pats the cushion beside her.

“What?” you ask, although you already know exactly what she means.

“You planning on standing there all night?” Kelly asks with a smile.

“Just considering my options,” you reply as you walk toward her.

“And?” Kelly asks.

“Couch seems pretty convincing,” you answer as you sit beside her.

“Good choice,” Kelly replies.

For a moment, the two of you simply sit there. Neither of you seems quite sure whether you’re supposed to pretend everything is normal or acknowledge everything that just happened. Kelly eventually looks over at you, and the smile slowly returns to her face. You meet her eyes, and whatever uncertainty was left between you lasts only another second before she leans toward you.

The kiss has already changed something between you.

Whatever hesitation had been there before is quickly disappearing as Kelly presses closer to you on the couch. Her hand slides along your shoulder as your lips meet again, and this time neither of you pulls away after only a few seconds. You lean into her, letting one hand settle against her waist while the other braces against the cushion beside her.

She lets out a quiet laugh against your lips when the two of you awkwardly bump noses.

“Smooth,” Kelly teases as she pulls back just enough to look at you.

“You weren’t exactly helping,” you reply with a grin.

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” Kelly asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Completely,” you answer.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kelly replies before leaning in and kissing you again.

You barely have time to react before she shifts closer. Her knee slides across the cushion beside your leg, and her hands settle onto your shoulders as she moves. For a second, you assume she’s only trying to get more comfortable.

Then her other leg comes across you.

You break the kiss and look down, realizing that Kelly is now straddling your lap.

“What?” Kelly asks innocently.

“Nothing,” you reply, looking back up at her.

“That didn’t look like nothing,” Kelly says with a smile.

“I just wasn’t expecting this,” you admit.

“Well, you haven’t complained yet,” Kelly replies.

“I’m not complaining,” you assure her.

“Good,” Kelly says before leaning down toward you again.

Before her lips can reach yours, Kelly pauses and reaches behind her head. She pulls the hair tie from her ponytail, letting her hair fall loose around her shoulders before quickly running her fingers through it.

“Better,” Kelly says as she tosses the hair tie onto the couch.

“I wasn’t going to complain about that either,” you reply.

“You’re very agreeable tonight,” Kelly says with a grin before leaning down and kissing you again.

Her hair falls forward around your face as she kisses you, and your hands instinctively return to her waist. The position makes everything feel different. There isn’t any space left between the two of you now, and every small movement makes you increasingly aware of exactly how she’s sitting on you.

At first, Kelly seems just as aware of it as you are. She keeps most of her weight on her knees and holds herself slightly above your lap, but that doesn’t last long. As the kiss continues, she relaxes and settles down against you.

You tighten your hands around her waist without thinking.

She notices.

Of course she notices.

Kelly slowly breaks the kiss, but she doesn’t move away. Her face stays only inches from yours as a knowing smile spreads across her lips.

“You okay?” Kelly asks.

“Yeah,” you answer a little too quickly.

“You sure?” Kelly asks, clearly enjoying herself now.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you ask.

“No reason,” Kelly replies as she gives her hips a small, deliberate shift.

You stare at her.

She smiles.

“You did that on purpose,” you say.

“Did what?” Kelly asks innocently.

“That,” you reply.

“I was getting comfortable,” Kelly says.

“Right,” you answer skeptically.

“I was,” Kelly insists, although the grin on her face completely betrays her.

She shifts again, only this time there is nothing subtle about it. Her hips roll slowly against your lap while she watches your face, and what started as an excuse to move quickly turns into deliberate grinding.

You feel your body reacting before you have any chance of hiding it. Kelly pauses for half a second when she feels the growing bulge beneath her, and her eyebrows lift as she looks down between you before meeting your eyes again.

“Oh,” Kelly says, drawing the word out as a grin spreads across her face.

“Don’t,” you warn, already knowing she’s about to make it worse.

“I didn’t say anything,” Kelly replies innocently.

“Your face did,” you tell her.

“Well, somebody seems happy to have me up here,” Kelly teases.

“And whose fault is that?” you ask.

“I have absolutely no idea,” Kelly replies before deliberately grinding against you again.

“Bullshit,” you say through a laugh.

“Maybe a little,” Kelly admits.

Before you can call her out again, she kisses you. You kiss her back, pulling her closer by the waist, and the playful argument disappears for a while. She runs her fingers through your hair as your hands slowly move along her sides and across her back.

Every so often, she rolls her hips against you again. The first few times are slow enough that she can still pretend she’s simply shifting around, but eventually she stops bothering with the excuse. She can clearly feel how hard you’ve gotten beneath her, and judging by the little smile that appears whenever she grinds against you, she enjoys knowing exactly what she’s doing to you.

The two of you continue like that until Kelly suddenly pulls away.

You look at her, confused.

“What?” you ask.

“My knees,” Kelly replies with an exaggerated sigh as she starts shifting off your lap. “They aren’t exactly as young as they used to be.”

“You’ve been sitting like that for five minutes,” you tell her.

“Exactly. I’m surprised I lasted this long,” Kelly replies as she stands.

“Tragic,” you say.

“Thank you for understanding,” Kelly replies with a smile.

She stands in front of you, and your eyes immediately drop. All the straddling and grinding has caused her shorts to ride noticeably higher on her thighs, and Kelly catches you looking before you have a chance to pretend otherwise.

“Eyes up here,” Kelly says teasingly.

“You’re the one standing directly in front of me,” you reply.

“Excuses,” Kelly says.

“Apparently we’re both making them now,” you answer.

“Fair,” Kelly replies.

Instead of fixing her shorts, she turns around.

You stare at the back of her head for a moment.

“What are you doing?” you ask suspiciously.

“Nothing,” Kelly replies.

“I don’t believe you anymore when you say that,” you tell her.

“That’s probably smart,” Kelly admits.

She glances back over her shoulder, makes sure you’re watching, and gives her hips a quick shake. Her ass visibly jiggles beneath her ridden-up shorts as she moves, and the innocent act disappears completely when she sees your reaction.

“Seriously?” you ask.

“What?” Kelly asks without turning around.

“You know what,” you reply.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kelly says.

She shakes her ass again, harder this time. Her hips swing from side to side as she deliberately lets everything bounce and jiggle, then she looks back over her shoulder to see whether you’re still watching.

“You are so full of shit,” you tell her.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Kelly replies, although you can hear the laughter in her voice.

“You’re doing it on purpose,” you say.

“Doing what?” Kelly asks as she looks back over her shoulder.

She holds your gaze and gives her ass another exaggerated shake.

“That,” you answer.

“Oh, that?” Kelly asks.

“Yes, that,” you reply.

Kelly bites back a smile before facing forward again.

Then she does it again.

Only this time she doesn’t even bother pretending it’s accidental.

She bends her knees slightly and starts moving her hips with an actual rhythm, briefly twerking in front of you. Her ass bounces with each movement before she straightens again and gives it one last shake from side to side.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you say.

“Maybe a little,” Kelly admits.

“A little?” you ask.

Kelly looks over her shoulder again.

“Okay, maybe a lot,” Kelly replies with a grin.

Instead of turning around, Kelly takes a small step backward until the backs of her legs meet the couch. She lowers herself onto your lap with her back still facing you, settling against your chest as your hands instinctively find her hips.

“Thought your knees hurt,” you tease.

“They’re feeling better already,” Kelly replies with a laugh.

“Convenient,” you say.

“Very,” Kelly agrees.

She relaxes back against your chest for only a moment before her hips begin moving again. This time there is no pretending she is getting comfortable. She slowly grinds back against your lap, already knowing exactly what she is going to feel beneath her.

Her movement pauses for just a second when she feels that you’re still hard, and she turns her head enough to look at you from the corner of her eye.

“Still?” Kelly asks with a teasing smile.

“You seem surprised,” you reply.

“I’m really not,” Kelly admits as she presses herself back against you again.

You tighten your hands around her hips as she continues moving against your lap. Her back stays against your chest, and she lets her head rest near your shoulder while the playful shaking from a moment ago turns into slower, deliberate grinding. She knows exactly what she’s doing now, and neither of you is making much effort to pretend otherwise.

“You really like teasing me,” you say.

“I’m starting to,” Kelly admits.

“Starting?” you ask.

“Okay, I’ve been enjoying it for a while,” Kelly replies with a quiet laugh.

You hold her hips as she shifts against you once more, but the laughter gradually fades. With her pressed against your chest and your arms around her waist, the teasing suddenly feels much more intimate than when she was standing in front of you.

After another moment, Kelly stops moving. She stays against you for a few seconds before placing her hands over yours and gently pulling them away from her hips.

She stands from your lap.

For a second, you think she’s finally putting an end to the game. Instead, she turns around between your knees and looks down at you. The playful smile returns as she places her hands on your shoulders and climbs back onto the couch, bringing one leg over you and then the other until she’s straddling your lap again.

Your hands return to her hips as she settles onto you.

Kelly stops.

The laughter fades almost immediately.

For a second, neither of you says anything. Your hands are still wrapped around her hips, holding her firmly, and suddenly the playful little game doesn’t feel quite as harmless as it did a few seconds ago.

She looks down at your hands before meeting your eyes.

Her expression has changed.

The teasing smile is still there, but only barely.

“You gonna stop me?” Kelly asks quietly.

You look at her for a moment before answering.

“I haven’t decided yet,” you reply.

“That’s not very convincing,” Kelly says.

“You’re making it difficult to think,” you admit.

“I noticed,” Kelly replies, glancing knowingly toward your lap before looking back at you.

You loosen your grip slightly, giving her every opportunity to move away, but she stays exactly where she is.

Neither of you immediately goes back to kissing.

You simply look at each other.

The joking has disappeared almost completely.

A few minutes ago, this had still felt like the two of you testing each other and seeing how far the other person was willing to go. Now Kelly is sitting on your lap, your hands are holding her hips, and both of you know exactly where this could lead if neither of you stops it.

Kelly glances down at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

“We’re getting dangerously close to making another bad decision,” Kelly says quietly.

“Another one?” you ask.

“I think we’ve made at least three tonight,” Kelly replies.

“Only three?” you ask with a small smile.

“I’m being generous,” Kelly says.

You both laugh, but neither of you moves.

After a moment, Kelly’s expression becomes serious again.

“If we keep going like this, John…” Kelly says, trailing off.

You know exactly what she means.

This time, neither of you can pretend it’s just flirting.

You look at her, your hands still resting on her hips.

“Yeah,” you reply quietly. “I know.”