Get 'comfy'

Brooke takes you lightly by the arm and leads you into a, surprising snug, sitting room and gets you seated on a couch in front a huge television (you’ve been to cinemas with screens smaller than this). She then disappears back towards the kitchen and returns a couple minutes later with a 4 pack of orange soda and a range of snacks.

Such a kind host.

When the show starts you're sat a respectable distance apart. But, over time, as you occasional chat during the lulls and commercial breaks, you use the app's intimate knowledge of this girl to slowly reel her in. Playing to her interests, slipping past her defences, subtly prodding at her turn ons.

You'd feel bad if weren't so into her. She's sweet, considerate, attentive, a fantastic cook, doesn't expect the world to hand her everything on a silver platter. Not at what you'd expect from someone of her background. Media stereotyping really has given you some awful preconceptions, hasn't it?

It turns out the station is doing one of those back-to-back double-headers to start the new season off. So you have 2 full hours to work your tech-assisted magic. And magic it is. As the show comes to a close with an emotional reconciliation between two characters -- You'll be honest here, your not sure who they are. You're not actually a big fan of the show, and the same-faced cast really isn't helping. -- you and Brooke are now snuggled close together. She flicks the set off and sighs.

"That was really good. I'm so glad they got -blah blah- and -blah blah- back together again."

"Uh-huh" you reply, not really listening. You're too busy looking at Brooke and wondering what you did to get so lucky these last few weeks.

Brooke looks back and notices your expression. "What's up?" She asks, and without really meaning to you just repeat your last though out loud.

Brooke blushes and says "That's really sweet."

"You're sweet." you reply and move it. She doesn't try to avoid your kiss. In fact, after your first soft, careful one, Brooke goes in for the second herself, and with much more vigour.

Things move fast from there. The kissing intensifies. Tongues battle, saliva is exchanged. Brooke pushes you on to your back and lays atop you. Her breasts pressing into your chest as your hands roam her body. She's still clad in that skimpy cheerleading outfit, but not for too much longer.

Your lips move to her neck, then down to her collarbone, and then further still to her cleavage.

Brooke takes your hint and pulls back to sit upright so she can peel the tight mid-riff bearing top over her head. As it comes free her gorgeous hair spills back down like a golden waterfall.

Unable to resist, you sit up and wrap your lips around one of her succulent pink nipples. Brooke moans softly and slips a hand behind your head, raking her fingers at your hair.