Watch a movie with him

"Sure, a movie sounds good," you tell him.

"Anything you feel like watching?"

"Not really, anything's fine."

Waylon flips through Netflix for a moment before settling on a movie you feel like you've seen a long while back but can't quite remember.

You find it difficult to focus on the movie as it plays. You're distracted by many sensations: the feel of Waylon's arm across your shoulders, the low whisper of his breathing, and the slow thumping of your heart.

Suddenly you feel Waylon's hand touch lightly on your knee and begin sliding slowly up your thigh.

Shifting just your eyes, you look over at him while still pretending to watch the movie. He continues to stare intently at the screen even as his hand slides all the way to the waistband of the sweatpants.

In a single swift motion, he surprises you by dipping his hand under the elastic band and touching a finger softly to your clit. You take a sharp breath as his fingers brush over your sex and slip just slightly inside. After twirling his fingers around a little and getting them wet, he pulls them out and begins rubbing circles around your clit.

You can't help but let out a soft moan. He turns his head to look at you, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. All pretense of watching the movie now gone from his demeanor.

You let him continue for a moment, feeling incredibly frightened but also not wanting him to stop. He withdraws his hand and begins tugging down on the sweatpants.