BAMBI

VII

I watched him intently as he played around with the microwave. His eyes watched the bag spinning in the microwave until the timer beeped.

After the beep, he grabbed the bag and walked down the steps into the sunken living room ahead me. I followed a few paces back. Prince stopped, and turned around with a mischievous smile smoothed across his face, "So, do you want to get this started?"

My mind knew he was talking about the movie but the wetness growing in between my legs obviously didn't. Apparently, watching him make microwavable popcorn was a turn on for me.

We made our way over to the couch and sat down. Just as the movie began, the phone rang.  I let the answering machine pick it up.

"Hey Viv, are you there?" It was Janet. "I know you said you needed some time, but I really need to talk to you. I'm gonna head over there now. So if you're home-"

"Hello?" I picked up.

"Hey Viv. Did you hear the message?"

"Yeah, I don't want you coming over right now J."

"Why?"

"Because I said I needed some time and I'm taking it right now. I just want to be alone."

All the while, Prince has his ear close to the phone trying to listen in on the conversation.

"But I need to talk-"

"Janet, I told you I needed to be alone right now so please don't call or come over."

"Ok," I could hear the disappointment in her voice. "Just, if you can, can you call me tomorrow?"

"I'll see. Bye."

I started to put the phone on the receiver when I heard her say, "I love you, bye." I hung the phone up and shook my head to try and rid her of my thoughts.

"Are you ok?" Prince asked, resting his hand on my leg. I nodded before pressing play on the movie.

I successfully got Janet out of my mind with the help of Prince and his hand that rested on my leg. As he leaned back and relaxed onto the couch, his hand slid up the my thigh, just making my mind focus on that more than anything else in the room.

We sat and watched this innocent movie filled with cartoon mice, while my arousal kept growing.

I knew it was bad to want anything to do with him in any other way other than professional, but a part of me wanted to live on the edge for once and not worry about the consequences.

I kept looking at him to see if maybe he had the same feelings as me. By the looks of it, he was perfectly content with our current activity.

He must have noticed my constant staring because he finally looked at me, "What, you don't like the movie?"

"No, it's not that-"

"Then let's watch it." I rolled my eyes at him. I guess he didn't want to hear my proposition.

I shifted my body and eyes towards the TV, crossing my arms along the way. "It's cold in here." He got up and grabbed the burgundy throw blanket from the chair in the corner of the living room. I couldn't help but look down at his plump ass while he leaned over to get it.

"You cold?" He asked.

"Yeah, a little." He sat down close to me and covered the both of us before getting right back into the movie. After seeing he really did come here just to watch, I decided to make that my main focus as well.

An hour later the movie was over. After pressing the red button to turn off the TV, we sat motionless under the warm blanket as the distant sound of the refrigerator humming filled the room. We no longer had that damn movie to distract us from the tension I knew was there all along.

He was respectful and wouldn't try to make any moves per my request. I was gonna have to do it. So, my shaky hand slid off of my lap and onto his, raking his thigh lightly with my nails.

"What are you doing?" He looked down at the movement of the burgundy blanket before looking at me through his lashes.

"I was just thinking, since the movie was so short, I don't know..." My voice trailed off as a sudden shyness took over.

"No no, finish your thought."

I sighed as I straightened out in my seat. "I want to finish what we started earlier. That's all." My pseudo-confident voice remarked. 

"Why didn't you say anything? I've kept my eyes on that stupid movie for the last hour trying concentrate on anything but you. I've had a hard on since we sat down."

"Well, I kept looking over at you and you were super into it so I was like I guess he really likes this movie."

After a brief chuckle he brought his soft lips to mine. The warmth of his tongue sent a rush of energy through my body soaking my panties through. I threw the blanket off of us as I climbed onto his lap, taking note of the hard on he'd talked about moments before.

I briefly parted my lips from his, "Mmm, do you wanna go upstairs?"

"Mmmhmm." I took him by the hand and led him through the house and up the stairs. When we made it into my room, he noticed my floral bedspread and antique furnishings. "Feels like I'm gonna fuck you in my grandma's house." He chuckled.

After a fake laugh to show my lack of amusement he lightly pushed me onto the bed. His warm body crawled up mine until our lips reunited.

For the second time that day, I could feel him throbbing against my leg as he brought my earlobe in between his plump lips. He slowly trailed down to my neck, "Let's take this off." He sat up and started unbuttoning my blouse from the bottom while I started at the top.

I pulled my shirt open to expose my bare breasts. As I hastened to get changed when he first arrived, I failed to put a bra on.

His lips traveled over my right breast, taking my nipple completely into his mouth. I could feel his tongue circling it, making it contract and become hard.

My fingers ran through his soft hair as he left wet kisses along my chest. His mouth traveled south ever so slightly as I could feel myself pulse against his body that lay between my thighs.

He sat up to his knees, running his hand over my clothed pussy, "I wanna taste you." His deep voice resonated in the air, now thickened with lust.

I nodded, not wanting to speak for fear that the anxiousness I felt would be heard in my voice. His fingers moved from my growing wetness over to the waistband of my pants to pull them down. We were both equally startled when the phone began to ring.

"Ugh, shit!" I said, not wanting him to stop what I wanted so badly.

"You gotta tell that girl to stop calling." His voice sounded exasperated as I was sure he was starting to feel sexually frustrated.