The door is locked

Jennifer, being the prude that she was, had locked the bathroom door, probably so that she could take off that hoodie and those sweat-pants while cleaning without you peeking on her. You could hear her rummaging inside. In your mind, you could see her boobs swaying in rhythm with the mop as sweat poured into her cleavage. You consider knocking, but decided to leave her be for now.

Returning to your room, you fall onto your bed and decide to rub out a quick one, all this horniness is making it hard to think straight, and you had to be careful about this. For now, that just meant biding your time.

You didn’t have to bide long, about an hour later Jennifer barged into your room, looking down at you as she usually does. You sit up on your bed, taken aback for a moment, but then you see that she's holding up the remote control.

“Hey, Marcus just called. He’s working late today, so I was thinking, maybe tonight we can grab some beers, watch a series together?“ Jennifer says, then halts in her tracks as she sees your pants halfway down your legs, your boxers on full display. She quickly turns away. “Umm. Could you…?“

“What? My pants? Oh, that’s no big deal. You don’t mind seeing me like this.“ You demonstratively spread your legs, feeling the bulge of your hardening dick strain against the fabric of your boxers. “Look at me.“

She hesitated for a moment, turned to face you again, this time looking you in the eyes without saying a word.

“You’re attracted to me. I can tell. Now, what were you saying?“

This time, she frowned as her eyes went up and down your body. “I… Marcus…“ They fell on the bulge and lingered, she blushed. Then her gaze met yours again, this time filled with mixed emotions. “You should probably cover that up, Dustin.” She spoke softly, then continued as you refused to cover up. “Anyway, Marcus isn’t in tonight. Wanna watch some series?“

“I’d love to!“ You quickly reply. "What do you want to watch?"

"I was thinking maybe we could watch that new crime drama on Netflix," Jennifer suggests, still lounging over you.

You frown slightly. "I don't really like crime dramas. They're all the same, you know? Some guy gets murdered, and then they spend the rest of the show trying to figure out who did it. It's kind of boring, if you ask me."

Jennifer raises an eyebrow at you. "Well, what do you suggest, then?"

You shrug. "I don't know. How about we watch something funny instead? Like a sitcom or something?"

Jennifer shakes her head. "I'm not really in the mood for a sitcom tonight," she says. "I just want to watch something that's going to keep me on the edge of my seat."

You lean back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, holding back a grin as you prepare your next command. “Well, why don’t we compromise then? We should watch …