"Sara" lets her guard down

You are thankful to have a table between the two of you as the night goes on. To your relief, it looks like CARA is giving you space to enjoy your meal, only chiming in here and there to make sure that you are eating daintily enough for her behavioral standards. Despite the occasional correction, you finally feel like you can start to relax just a little bit for the first time since this whole mess started. The soup nice and followed by the cheese-stake, which you swear tastes even better than all of the previous ones ever have. You glance up at Jason eating his burger and smile to yourself, happy that he was able to get you away from the madhouse that is your sister's house and brought you here. Your smile falters as you start to question why you are feeling so content but your thoughts are interrupted by Jason asking a question.

“So, what did you think of the movie?”

You swallowed the bite you are working on, “I didn't think it was too bad, what about you?”

“Pretty much the same, though the jump scare parts aren't super my thing.”

“They were a little much, weren't they?” you muse with your false feminine voice.

The two of you gab about the movie which soon spirals out into talking about other movies that the two of you had seen. You are both quoting lines back and forth between each other from some of your favorite films which turns into a game about trying to make the other guess the movie. You are having such a good time that you forget why you are there and how you are dressed. That is until CARA reminds you by interrupting as you are giggling.

*Touch Jason's hand, Sara.*

You reach out over the table and place your fingers softly over the back of Jason's hand. Your laughing slows to a sigh as you stroke his skin with a soft, repeating motion. It feels so good to touch him you vaguely wonder why you would ever stop. The simple petting gesture is having an effect on Jason which forces him to have to readjust in his seat.

You smirk as it dawns on you what is happening, “Is he getting hard just from me rubbing his hand?”

You can't help but giggle at him attempting to ignore his arousal, finding it funny. Your own hidden cock struggles to harden in the faux vagina that it was encased in while you turn his hand over and graze the underside of his wrist with your painted fingernails. Your touch causes a change in his expression from one of casual friendliness to one of pleasant surprise. You stifle a moan from the pleasure touching him gives you and he does the same.

*Very good, Sara. Jason is responding well to your sexual advances.*