She tries to keep her dad from noticing she is naked.

Sofie let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "Okay," she whispered, her hands pressed against her painted thighs. "He's in the bathroom. We need a plan."

"A plan?" Robin's voice cracked. "Sofie, this is madness! We need to get him out of here!"

"And how do we do that?" Viki countered, her eyes gleaming with unholy glee. "Hey, Mr. Henderson, sorry, can you leave? Your daughter here is actually naked under this layer of paint we applied to trick a magical curse. Yeah, that'll go over well."

Sofie shot her a **** glare. "Not helping."

The sound of the toilet flushing sent them scrambling. Sofie straightened up, adopting a casual pose she hoped looked natural. "Just act normal," she whispered to Robin, whose face was a mask of concern.

"Kids!" Mr. Henderson called, emerging from the bathroom. "What's on the agenda tonight? I'm beat from traveling, but I'd love to catch up."

"Movie night!" Viki announced, grabbing the remote and flopping onto the couch. "We were just about to watch something. Isn't that right, Sofie?"

Sofie's eyes widened. "Uh, yes! Absolutely. Movie night. My favorite."

Mr. Henderson beamed. "Perfect! I'll grab us some snacks." He ambled into the kitchen, returning with a bowl of popcorn and three sodas. "Let's see what's on."

He settled into the middle of the couch, patting the cushion beside him. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's catch up. It's been too long."

Sofie's blood ran cold. She shot a **** look at Robin, who looked up suddenly - he had been staring at her asa in that paint job. Caught, he looked away quickly, like he might actually pass out. Viki, of course, was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Go on," Viki mouthed, gesturing toward the couch.

With leaden feet, Sofie crossed the living room and sat down beside her father, careful to leave a few inches between them. The couch's rough texture scraped against her painted skin, a constant reminder of her vulnerability.

" scoot closer," Mr. Henderson said, putting his arm around her shoulders. "I can barely see you from here." She was incredibly grateful he wasnt wearing his glasses.

The weight of his arm on her bare shoulder—painted, but still bare—made her flinch. "Sorry," she mumbled, shifting closer until their thighs touched. The fabric of his jeans against her painted "shorts" felt both comforting and terrifyingly intimate.

Robin sat on her other side, rigid as a board, while Viki curled up in an armchair, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

As the movie started—a generic rom com flick—Sofie tried to focus on the screen, but all she could think about was the hand resting on her shoulder, the fingers occasionally brushing against her neck. Every touch sent a jolt of panic through her. She had to be incredibly careful not to let any object, like a pillow or popcorn bowl, cover her in any way. Her dad would certainly notice if something suddenly went invisible.

Halfway through the film, Mr. Henderson's breathing evened out. His head lolled to the side, and his arm grew heavier. Sofie dared to hope he might actually fall asleep.

Then his hand slowly drooped, sleep from his long day overcoming his motor functions. It slid from her shoulder down her chest, landing directly on her breast. Sofie froze, her eyes wide with horror. The yellow paint-covered mound pressed against her father's palm, the thin layer offering no real protection from the intimate contact.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, she tried to shift his hand away. It took a few minutes to do carefully. The first few cautious attempts it plopped right back over her nipple, making her gasp silently, moving with even more intrepidation. Finally, she started leaning to the side, away from her dad, toward robin. This naturally started to lift his arm up as it slid up around her neck, down the other side. By the time it was no longer around her shoulder, her head was practically over Robin's lap.

Her dad shifted sleepily, leaning more in her direction, as his shoulder to lean on had shifted away. She dropped his arm off the other side of her neck and shoulders with relief, and it dropped - right between her legs, his knuckles resting firmly against her painted crotch.

Sofie's breath hitched. She was trapped. If she tried to move his hand again, he might wake up and realize where his hand was. If she tried to slide out from under it, the friction against her most sensitive area would be entirely inappropriate.

She looked desperately up at Robin, whose eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and morbid fascination at the girl who was practically leaning over his lap. Viki was covering her mouth, amazed at the slow-motion train wreck she was witnessing.

The next minute of the movie, felt like the longest minute of her life. Sofie remained frozen, her father's hand nestled between her thighs. Every shift of his weight in his sleep sent a new wave of panic through her. The warmth of his palm against her painted skin was a constant reminder of her predicament. She noticed her thighs starting to twitch and react to the accidental contact. She had to do something. Her dad was also leaning more and more in her direction, gentle, quiet snores permiating the air.

Slowly but surely she leaned her head back fully into Robin's lap, trusting her roomie for support as she pivoted her hips on the cusion. She shifted so that she was laying lengthwise on the couch - one leg still draped off to the side, the other thigh beginning to face her dad. She was trying to set herself up to be able to slide back away from from him. But if he woke up down, he'd have a closeup view right between her naked thighs. Once she had made a little space she lifted his hand ever so slowly up off her blue-painted pussy.

She froze, as he shifted in his sleep momentarily, his hand suspended in the air mere inches above her lap.

Viki bit her lip from her seat, noticng Mr. Henderson continuing to lean towards Sofie in his sleep.

Robin was not looking at Mr. Henderson in the slightest. His 19 year old best friend had just leaned over his legs, topless, naked, beautiful. She then shifted back so she was resting her head on his lap. He loved this. Her beautiful eyes and gorgeous yellow breasts pointed straight up at him. Her nips were puffier and perky than he had seen them all day. It was taking every ounce of stength in him to either not reach out and cup one of those cute breasts, already so close to his hand, or to not get a hardon mere centimeters from her blushing face. He tried his best, but he knew he could likely only resist one or the other, not both.