Something boring, something fun

"I've got the perfect movie," I said.

"Lay it on me," Charissa replied.

"It's a sci-fi classic, with a 100% Tomatometer rating."

"OK I'm game. What is it?"

"It's called The Man from Earth, and it's about a guy who claims to be immortal. Everything takes place in a single scene, and it's very creative and interesting."

"You don't have to convince me. Let's give it a try!" she said, taking a large sip of her "juice."

I was legitimately interested in the movie, and it had been a long time since I'd seen it. But to be honest--if it's not obvious already--I had other intentions. And the plan worked like a charm. About 30 minutes into the dialogue-driven film, Charissa's eyes were drooping. She moved her empty glass from between her legs and placed it on the floor, and she adjusted herself on the couch, leaning her head against the back cushion. After another 10 minutes, her eyes were closed. With the movie continuing to play, I stared unmovingly at her face - and it soon became unmistakable that she was fast asleep.

I let the movie play for another 20 minutes as I familiarized myself with her sleeping form. She breathed deeply, and every few minutes would make a kind of whimpering sound and twitch her hand. These weren't signs of wakefulness, though - just deep, restful sleep. With her system flooded with **** and (let's face it) a stultifying moving on TV, Charissa was down for the count.

Turning the movie back another hour--so as to provide a long bout of continued background noise--I turned my full attention to the babysitter. Her large breasts were gently cushioned by her braless camisole, and her creamy thighs spilled out of her bunched-up shorts. One arm rested heavily on her belly while the other was on the couch. And this is where I would begin my tour.

Very gingerly, with still a shred of plausible deniability, I brushed my fingers against her arm. Her skin was warm and soft, and electricity ran through my body as I made contact. Stroking her a second time, I laid my full palm on her forearm, resting it there and feeling her warmth radiate into my hand. Her face was unmoved, her breathing steady; so I slowly traveled up her arm as far as her shoulder.

I released Charissa's arm and turned my attention to her nearby leg. Again, I started by gently brushing her outer thigh, thrilled at the illicit contact. As she continued not to move, I ran my hand from her outer thigh to the inside of her thigh, noticing with delight the shifting softness of her skin as it approached the curvature between her open legs.

Still maintaining the tiniest shred of deniability, I moved next to her belly, pressing my hand next to her own. I knew she was athletic, but feeling her firm abs underneath her young, soft skin was an entrancing confirmation of my lustful dreams. No shade to any other ladies out there - but in my eyes, she was perfect.

I pulled my hand back and surveyed the sleeping beauty once more. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her legs were open and calm.

I took a deep breath and moved closer.