You stay in his lap

"I don't really feel like getting up, so I guess it's your lucky day, Doe." You certainly felt anything but lucky today, but you could not argue that you had dodged a bullet there. No way did you want to go out like this and chance someone recognizing you. It was humiliating enough to play this role for Mathew. To do it for the whole world would be scarring.

"Okay, let's find something to watch," he said, grabbing the remote from between the cushions and turning the channel. He flipped through several channels, finally landing some some British movie called "The Hole." The description said something about four teens trapped in an air raid shelter, and it had the feel of a **** mystery/suspense. "Eh, it will have to do," Mathew says. "Not shit on these days really."

You notice that one of the character is portrayed by a young Keira Knightley, so the movie at least had that going for it. "Want a beer, sweet cheeks?" Mathew asks, already opening his own beer.

"Must you call me those names?" You ask with a huff.

"Must you look so much like a girl?" He retorts with another chuckle.

"Whatever. Yeah, give me one," you say, hoping it will at least take the edge off.

A good half hour into the movie and you both have had at least three beers a piece. It certainly had done the trick of taking the edge off. You did not even notice too much that you were still seated in your best friend's lap. Moreover, that his hands never left your hip, except when he stole a feel of your stocking-ed knee.

The movie had not been too bad, but mostly it had been teen drama up to this point. You both could already tell the one girl was going to turn out to be a killer. But the worse happened. A sex scene. Keira Knightley's character was getting groped up by both the guys. She laid there on her back, one guy slowly pulling her jeans down, kissing her stomach, and the other at her head. She was giggling the whole time. You could not help but feel a little aroused. Surprisingly, though, instead of imagining what it would be like to fuck Keira Knightley, you were thinking of being her, of laying there as two guys undressed and kissed you.

In your mind, you were laying there in your blouse and skirt, and the one guy was sliding his hand up your legs, under your skirt, across your pink silk panties. The other guy was kissing your neck. And you were trembling in anticipation.

This thought lingered, to your great distaste. It was broken by the sudden realization that there really was a hand sliding up you leg. Mathew was growing braver. His hand was now under your skirt, over the hip of your panties, softly squeezing. And that kiss on your neck that you were imagining? Well, that was his heated breath. You could almost feel his lips, but not quite.

What you could feel, though, was a large bulge pushing up against your ass. 'My God,' you thought to yourself. 'He is horny. And huge.' You could not believe that was your first though, but it was. You remained silent, hoping this would all pass with the scene. But when the scene was over, he was still groping, and now he was actively grinding himself against you.

You feel the need to stop him. To jump off his lap and put an end to all of this. But your own cock is starting to twitch to life between your thighs. The feel of the silk panties over it only make it grow faster. You have to do something though. And you have to do it now.