Sitting close during Brokeback

I came downstairs with an idea.

"What do you want to watch?" Charissa asked.

"Well," I said. "How about a different genre than usual?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"I'm guessing you haven't seen Brokeback Mountain?"

"Nope, never heard of it."

"Oh, you'll love it. It's a really interesting and challenging film. It's a western about cowboys, but it's also about our own society and asks big questions about relationships and right and wrong."

"Sounds serious!" she said.

"Well, it is. And seriously good."

"Sure, I'm game," she said.

I turned on the Roku, feigning ignorance. "Let's see if it's here," I said, turning on Showtime. Again, my array of adult films showed on the screen, and I resolutely remained unembarrassed. I didn't look at her as I scrolled over to the search, but she also remained very quiet. "Nope, looks like we have to rent it," I said, navigating to Prime.

"OK," she breathed.

The film started, and we watched mostly in silence. That's how I usually prefer it, of course, but I wanted to see if this film could be a little different than usual.

I was sitting straight on the long sectional couch, facing the TV, while Charissa lounged lengthwise, her feet toward me. "Hey," I said. "Let me return the favor from earlier."

"What do you mean?" she asked, but I was already scooting closer to her. I picked up her feet and placed them on my right leg.

"Here," I said, and I started to massage her feet. Unlike my babysitter, I'm actually really good at giving massages. I rubbed her feet one at a time, taking my time with her toes, her ankles, her soles. She moaned quietly in pleasure, clearly communicating that I shouldn't stop. And I was very happy to continue.

The foot massage was long, but it did eventually have to end. I left her feet on my leg, though, and she happily kept it there. The feeling of her skin on my thin pajama shorts was electric, and in my excited state could have produced an awkward reaction from me. I did manage to hold myself together, though I was very distracted.

I was looking forward to gauging Charissa's reactions during the male-male sex scenes of the film, but I had actually forgotten there were several boobies on display here. While not one to usually get over-stimulated by a movie, I was already pretty sensitive, so when Heath Ledger fucked Anne Hathaway, I really enjoyed it.

My penis started to grow, and I realized that it was engorging right next to Charissa's feet. I was silent, and so was she. But the presence of my erection was screaming between us. My eyes were trained on the film, my hand placed gently on the bare skin of her feet, and my cock became raging hard only two inches from her toes. I sustained this doubly comfortable-uncomfortable position for a few minutes until I finally started to soften, and our viewing became more relaxed.

Now, when Jake and Heath did finally get together, I made my next move.

I resumed my foot rub, subtly adopting a pulsing thrust into the soles of her feet. The tiniest of moans escaped her lips, and I started to get hard again. This time, I adjusted so that my cock briefly touched her feet through my shorts. I sustained contact for only a few seconds, but she definitely didn't pull away. When the sex scene ended, I continued my massage as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

When the film finally ended, we sat on the couch facing each other to discuss.

"It was so sad what happened to that man even though he was gay," she said, betraying her fundamentalist upbringing.

"Well, I think the point is supposed to show that the prejudice against gay people is wrong."

"I guess," she said. "I never really thought about it that way."

This actually developed into a true conversation about her religious training, her Christian school, and the doubts she'd had about some of what she'd been taught. "I still love Jesus, of course, and I believe in the bible. But maybe I'm figuring a few other things out for myself," she concluded.

"Let's call it a night," I said, "But I'd love to keep talking about this."

"OK Seth, thanks so much. You're the best!" She leaned over and gave me a hug, her huge tits pressing against me through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

Charissa went into her room, and I--perhaps against my better judgment--tiptoed into the laundry room. A few minutes later, Charissa went upstairs to brush her teeth and use the bathroom and then she returned to her bedroom. The basement was dark but the guest room light was on, and her door was slightly open. It finally dawned on me that Charissa must simply have a habit of not closing doors. Maybe because privacy wasn't allowed in her home growing up? Whatever the reason, I was happy for the habit.

I silently padded across the carpeted floor and listened at the gap. I heard her dresser drawer open. I heard her climb into bed. I heard the rustling of blankets and clothes. And I heard her stifled moan as she pressed her dildo into her pussy. Before long, she was fapping wetly, and I was happily stroking outside her door. Her breathing was heavy and hard; so was mine. And she came with a scream muffled by what must have been a pillow she pressed into her face. I grinned broadly as I quietly went upstairs, eager to see what our new week might bring.