Getting closer...

Taryn came down the stairs as the oven dinged it's ready signal for he Chicken Parmigiana. Brandon looked up as she entered the kitchen barefoot. She had her thin pink nightgown, which was for all intents and purposes see through, over a pair of panties that showed half her cheeks. She smiled at him shyly again as she sat at the kitchen table.

He placed the chicken in the center of the table, and then took over the spaghetti. He served both of them and they ate silently, both assessing what would come of this. Both kind of wanted long term, but both would also take a short term companionship so long as it didn't end in a flare out.

After eating they retired to the family room where Brandon threw on Noises Off. It was one of his favorite movies, and it was the first time Taryn had seen it, so by the 'second' act of the "play-within-a movie" she was damn near pissing herself from all the laughter. "Oh my god! This is hilarious!" Taryn said through laughs.

"One of the best movies ever made." Brandon replied, "You are beautiful when you laugh. I mean you glow."

Taryn stopped paying attention to the movie as Brandon put his arm around her and drew her into a kiss. She went willingly, and in fact brought her hand up to stroke his face. Brandon shifted to let his other hand run along her bare leg. He moved his hand higher with every up stroke, causing Taryn to moan with anticipation as it went up, and groan in disappointment as it moved away from her tingling virgin pussy.

Finally, as John Ritter's character fell down the stairs in the Third act of the movie Brandon rested his fingertips on her covered and puffy mound. Taryn felt herself orgasm at the touch.

Brandon broke the kiss, "You are excited."

"I am." Taryn said, "But I'm a bit nervous. If...promise that we'll always be friend no matter what. Promise that you'll never hate me at the least."

"Now those are two promises I can definitely keep. Come with me." He said and extricated himself from her embrace. He held his hand out and she grabbed it. He pulled her off the couch, and then ducked down and picked her up.

"Oh...hehe...." Taryn squeaked, then wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder to keep staring at his chiseled jaw. She wondered exactly how his ex could have left him, 'Oh well,' she thought, 'her lose is my gain.'