Sneak a few feels as you watch TV with Tina.

Tina walks in; “oh shit, you’re here.” You smile devilishly as you hand her a pile of lingerie. She stuffs them into the pockets of her hoodie as she scowls at you. Jeff limos over to the other side of the couch, and Tina sits between you both.

“Let’s watch some tv,” Tina says. Jeff sits on the far side of the couch, and you sit on the other, with Tina in between you both. Tina jumps up; “wait, I forgot drinks. What do you want?”

Since Tina is standing in front of you, talking directly to you, you have an excuse to check her out.

Tina looks as pretty as the day you first met her, but she is far less formal out of her school uniform. Her dark hoodie is big on her. You can’t tell if it’s Jeff’s or not. The neck is slipping off a shoulder and revealing a black dress or halter top underneath, which also has a strap falling off. Is she wearing pants? You realize you need to say something.

“I’ll have a coke,” you say.

“Is Pepsi okay?” she replies.

“I’ll take what I can get.”

Jeff frowns at you. Tina winks at him. What’s his problem? You shake it off as Tina goes out of view.

“Get me a beer, babe,” Jeff says.

“You’re getting water. You look like the last one beat you up,” Tina yells from the kitchen.

Tina returns with drinks and sits between you and Jeff again. She leans on Jeff. You guess that they’ve been with each other all day, based on how disheveled they are.

You sit and watch a movie as you sip on your drink. “Thanks for the drink, Tina. You’re a kind host.”

“As thanks,” she replies as she lightly pats you on the thigh. You return the gesture, except you keep your hand on her thigh. You start to rub her soft, plump skin up and down. She freezes, staring into the movie with an expressionless face. You move her hand up a bit. Further. She grabs your hand. You overpower her weak resistance, keeping your hand on its path. Her grip loosens as you slide under her hoodie. You feel her delicate dress. You feel more skin. You feel her underwear. It’s wet.