Hot and Heavy

Todd's breath hitched as Andy kissed him again, deeper this time, her fingers threading through his hair. She straddled his lap like she belonged there—like she always had.

Her chest pressed into him, soft and insistent, and she felt his hands tense at her waist, unsure whether to hold her or push her away. She shifted slightly, grinding her hips down just a little, and felt—

Oh.

Her lips curled against his. She broke the kiss with a smug little hum.

"Is that for me?" she asked playfully, rolling her hips again.

Todd’s eyes went wide. “Uhh—”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she purred. “It’s kinda flattering.”

She leaned in close, her voice warm and teasing. “I used to wonder what it’d be like to have this kind of effect on someone.”

Used to?

A flicker of doubt stirred. A memory, uninvited:

Standing at a urinal in the boys’ bathroom. Pretending not to look at the guy next to him. Pretending not to feel inadequate. The stale scent of tile and piss.

What the hell was that?

Andy blinked, shook it off. Weird. She didn’t pee standing up. That was dumb. That was probably some video game thing. Or maybe a dream. Yeah. That made more sense.

She refocused on Todd, who still looked shell-shocked.

“You okay?” she asked, teasing.

“I just… this is… you’re really…”

“I’m really what?” she asked, tilting her head, letting her hair fall to one side. “Hot? Bold? Sitting on your lap with no panties on and maybe just a little wet?”

Todd made a strangled noise in his throat.

She giggled.

More images tried to bubble up—awkward boners in high school, a gym teacher yelling at him to “man up,” shaving foam on a square jaw. Andy winced.

“Ugh, okay,” she muttered to herself, “can those weird-ass dreams just go away?”

She ran her fingers along Todd’s chest, feeling his heartbeat like a rabbit’s. Her own body was electric, like every inch of her was learning a new language: hunger, heat, thrill. And power.

“You want this?” she asked him softly.

Todd nodded, mute.

“Then take it.”

His lips crashed into hers again, his hands gripping her tighter now, sliding up under her shirt, fingertips grazing soft skin and the clasp of the stolen bra.

Andy moaned against his mouth, biting his lower lip.

Another memory tried to claw in: a moment of panic in a high school health class, praying no one noticed he was hard under his desk.

Nope. That wasn’t her.

That was him. Whoever he was.

She wasn’t him anymore.

She was Andy. She was this. And she felt amazing.

Todd’s hands were under her shirt now, sliding up her sides. She shifted her weight forward, gasping softly as she felt the full press of his bulge beneath her. God, it was like she could feel his pulse through it.

She rolled her hips again, slow and deliberate, and his head fell back against the couch.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Andy smiled.

She leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “That’s what I thought.”

BANG.

The door slammed open.

Both of them jerked in place, Andy scrambling upright on Todd’s lap as the front door banged against the wall.

Suzan stood in the doorway, wild-eyed, out of breath, her fists clenched at her sides.

She took in the scene: Andy straddling Todd, shirt rucked up, hair messy, lips red. Todd’s hands frozen on her hips. The whole room radiating one second away from sex.

Suzan’s voice was sharp and brittle.

“What. The actual. Fuck.”