Netflix and Chill

Sabrina directed you to strip down to your boxers, and you slipped under the covers with her and booted up your laptop. Soon you were spooned up behind her with the laptop on the bed with Netflix up as Sabrina teasingly judged your ‘Continue Watching’ section. You bickered over silly things, fighting for control of the laptop trackpad as you hugged her to you, and eventually somehow managed to get to the Castle selection.

“You were out there a while,” Sabrina said, reaching for the bag of chips.

“Yeah, Mosche has lady troubles,” you said.

“And you didn’t call me out to help?!” Sabrina said with fake shock. “You have to admit that I was the perfect wingwoman between you and Gemma.”

“You absolutely were,” you said, kissing the top of her head. “But it’s less of a wingwoman situation, more of a ‘literally just make any move at all’ situation.”

“So what lesson did you impart upon him, oh Master of Game,” Sabrina teased. “Did you tell him to scour OnlyFans for this mystery woman’s page like you did with me?”

“You know I wasn’t scouring,” you said. “It was a happy coincidence.”

“Just happy?”

“Very, very happy,” you said.

Sabrina hit play on Episode 2 of the show and then to your horror she went about crumpling up your bag of chips, crushing them all.

You hit play on the show. “What in the hell are you doing?” you asked.

“What? I don’t want greasy fingers, and we don’t want crumbs in the bed,” Sabrina said.

“So you crush the chips!? What kind of animal are you?”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic. Watch,” she said. Then she sat up and straightened out the bag. “Sit up.”

You did, and she put the corner of the bag to your lips and tilted it, pouring in a mouthful of chip crumbs.

“See? No mess,” she said.

“M’you’ a ‘enious,” you said through your mouthful.

“You finally realize it,” she grinned and kissed you on the cheek. She tilted a mouthful of chip crumbs into her mouth as well, and then set the bag aside and snuggled down under the covers again and pressed play.

You joined her soon after, and Sabrina pulled your arm around her so that she was cuddled into a spooning position again. Watching the show with her was fun - you both had a tendency to make little comments and kept each other grinning as you watched the odd police procedural.

Deep into the episode, you started to let your hands wander a bit and Sabrina let you know she was fine with it big wiggling her bum back against you. You started over the shirt, massaging her small breasts lightly, then ran your hand down her side to her bare hip and down her thigh as far as you could reach without moving the rest of your body. Then you brought your hand back up, slipping under the shirt, and pressed your hand to her bare stomach.

Sabrina was thin like you imagined a catwalk model would be - likely she would have been a good one if she had a bit more height. Her stomach wasn’t muscled so much as just lean, and you had a delicious, warm feeling as you softly stroked her smooth skin. You could feel her responding to you in little ways, feel every breath through her diaphragm. Running the tip of your middle finger softly around her belly button made her stomach flex from the soft tickle of it.

The second episode ended, and she reached over and hit the ‘Play Next.’

This episode you let your hand drift lower, down to her pelvic mound and her shock of pubic hair. Blindly, since this was all under the covers, you trailed your fingers through it and softly started to scratch and massage her there as if you were massaging her scalp. The feeling of her pubic hair on your fingers was luxurious and sexy and ultimately intimate. You weren’t fucking, or even fingering. This was an intimate touch in an intimate area with no specific desire for anything more.

Sabrina shifted her head to look at you and pursed her lips, and you responded by leaning down to kiss her. It was short and sweet, and you didn’t stop your fingers, and then you both went back to watching the show. You stayed like that for the entire episode.

After pausing at the start of the next one, Sabrina scooted out of the bed, needing to go to the washroom. She didn’t even bother slipping her panties on, just striding out of your room with your shirt dangling high on her thighs. You decided soon after to grab a couple drinks for you and her, so you followed her out and found that Mosche wasn’t in the living room anymore. You hoped that meant that he’d taken your advice and things had gone well for him.

Sabrina stepped out of the washroom and heard you in the kitchen. “Hey,” you said. “Beer, or just water?”

“Water, please,” she said, entering the kitchen and sitting up on the counter.

“Careful,” you said, fetching a glass down from the cupboard and filling it with the Brita filter you kept in the fridge.

“Why? Afraid I’m going to flash you?” she asked.

“Something like that,” you smiled.

Sabrina chuckled and spread her legs, lifting the hem of your shirt to give you a good look at her pussy. You stepped between her legs and tilted her chin up so you could kiss her. She pressed her chest forward to yours and you could feel her nipples through the shirt.

The kiss ended and you looked into Sabrina eyes as you both smiled happily.

I love you, you thought even though you chided yourself for it.

The door to the apartment started to unlock, ending the moment as you stepped back and Sabrina slid down from the counter to her feet, your shirt falling back around her thighs.

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