Still watching a movie

Kimberly had said the movie was about two dirty nuns, and teased me about liking dirty girls. The only dirty girl I wanted to watch was sitting with her head resting against the sofa only two feet away from me. Even in her casual black t-shirt and flannel pajama pants was she a goddess among mere men. I looked at her concentrated eyes, occasionally slightly squinting as things happened on the screen. She had put on makeup earlier, but now she was wearing none.

At first I tried to focus on the movie a bit, so at least not be a total creep. Also so as not to let her know I wasn’t a creep all the time. Though Kimberly probably didn’t notice. Nor pass such judgment. But again my eyes had a mind of their own. Slowly I trailed down to her chest.

From my point of view I could only see her shoulders and the top of her chest. While she had a t-shirt on, I could easily imagine how magnificent the view would be without the pesky fabric in the way. Perky little things. I wondered if she liked having her tits sucked. Her tits were made for it. I wondered how often Josh got to do it. I wondered if they’d ever let me touch them. Or her at all. Feel her soft naked skin, outside of cordeal social exchanges.

And now my cock was growing. Thanks, Kimberly. Now I would get utterly embarrassed if she turned. But she hadn’t yet… so perhaps… I could slide my hand down and adjust it a bit. Yes. I slowly moved my hand down to my crotch, careful to use my right hand as that was the one furthest away. A small groan escaped my lips as I touched myself.

Kimberly turned a bit, but stared ahead again. So I was in the clear. But best not stoke the fire. I didn’t want to–

“Listen, Toby,” Kimberly said sternly, turning fully on the floor to sit on her knees. “I know some stuff has happened, but we’ve told you it is okay. I don’t want this awkward shit. If you want to do something, do it. I don’t care.”