She Stays and Watches

Katrina steeled her resolve and settled in to watch the softcore movie with Ash. She wasn't exactly comofrtable with the idea, but she'd be damned if she was the one to give in. It's all like a game of chicken; first to get so unnerved about watching porn together loses. And she wasn't going to lose.

She wasn't paying much attention to the plot, but it didn't really matter. The movie was all about the sex anyway. It started with a scene in the shower, with a man busily fucking a woman from behind as the water rained down on them. The woman was crying out and gripping onto the showerhead tightly. Katrina had to admit that it was pretty hot. She could feel her panties getting slightly damp and she gulped nervously. She wanted to shift her legs slightly, but didn't want to give anything away.

She averted her eyes from the screen for a bit to try and calm herself down. This proved to be a mistake, because she dropped her eyes down to Ash's lap and she saw a definitive bulge in his pants. She almost squeaked out loud, but her hand flew to her mouth to quiet her. However, her sudden movements did catch Ash's attention.

"What? What's the issue? Is the movie starting to bother you?" He asked.

"No...but it's certainly bothering you!" Katrina blurted out.

"Huh?" Ash asked, then he seemed to realize what she was referring to. "Aw, jeez!" Ash quickly brought his casts down to cover his obvious erection. He started to fidgit a bit, trying to hide it. Katrina couldn't help but giggle.

"Ha! Who's the uncomfortable prude NOW?" She laughed victoriously. Ash stopped moving and glared at her.

"Oh, is that how it's going to be?" He asked. "I was only doing it so YOU don't get uncomfortable. But fine! I don't care! Shit, I've got nothing to be embarassed about." He lifted his hands away and put the catst behind his head. His fidgiting had shifted his cock and it was now running down the leg of his jeans, meaning it was no longer just a vague, non-decsript bulge; it was now a full, long, and very form-fitting bulge. The tightness of the pants perfectly outlined his dick, leaving very little to the imagination. He was absolutly right; he had nothing to be embarassed about. She hardly noticed her mouth was hanging open.

"Impressed?" Ash teased her. "You didn't think it was my cheery disposition that got me with most of the cheerleading team, right?"

"Jeez." Katrina blushed and looked away. "...it's not that big..."

"Ha!" Ash snorted. "Probably bigger than any you've been with."

"That's not true..." Katrina started, fidgiting nervously. "There was Michael Beegler."

"Kat, I've been in the gym showers with Mike Beegler. He ain't that big."

"Oh." Katrina said, her lie dying in her mouth. "Well, size isn't everything. It's all in how you use it. A large dick doesn't do you any good if you don't have the rhythm."

"Excuse me? Are you implying that I don't have the rhythm?" Ash scoffed. "I'll have you know I put the motion in the ocean. And the cheerleading team can back me up there."

"I bet you're a dead fish in the sack." Katrina stuck her tongue out and razzed him.

"And I bet I'm a twice as good as any guy you've ever had." Ash growled, raising the stakes angrily.

"You'll have to prove it to me!" Katrina shot back, then immediatly covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes went wide as saucers and she back away from him quickly. "Oh shit! I didn't...I mean...I just blurted that out! I didn't mean anything!"

"P-prove it to you?" Ash repeated her words shakily.

"No! Ash, please don't freak out! I wasn't thinking when I said that! I didn't mean...what it sounded like I meant! I swear!"