Under Alex's Shirt

Alex wore a black bra, patterned with pink leaves. Her boobs clung to the fabric, supported by the bra perfectly to manufacturers specifications. Raising Alex's arms above her head, I attempted to remove her shirt entirely, which took longer than anticipated due to the oblong TV remote getting in the way. Alex, oblivious to all of this, was not helpful in the process, with me doing all the work. Still, after finagling enough, her shirt was off.

Alex had an incredible upper body. Pale white skin, completely bare barring the bra. Slightly freckled shoulders. Thin torso. The slightest hint of abs and upper arm muscle. I moved his fingers up and down her stomach, along the sides of her bra, and across her arms. Without much help from me, Alex finally decided on a rom-com that had a 3% on rotten tomatoes. We love so-bad-its-good movies, but I obviously had other things in mind.

As Alex relaxed back into the couch, her breasts jiggled ever so slightly. As much as I wanted to take off her bra and see the breasts I have fantasized about for years, I wanted to take it slow. After all, I have an entire movie marathon to get there.

Next, instead, was Alex's pants.