Ты felt his hand hand on your knee.

“Babe, I’m trying to watch some Mickey Mouse.” Ты say, slightly annoyed.

He leans in, and whispers in your ear, “Are Ты nervous yet?”

Ты knew this game, and Ты weren’t going to give in.

So Ты didn’t answer, and just stared at the TV.

He inches his hand up a little. “How bout now?”

Ты just ignore him.

Another few inches. “Are Ты nervous yet ?” He was right starting to reach your thigh.

Ты change the channel just to Показать Ты aren’t phased at all.

His hands goes up a little more. “Are Ты nervous yet?”

Still no response from you.

His hand was now on your inner thigh, right by the zipper of your jeans.

And Ты start laughing like crazy.

He keeps his hand there, but smiles. “What’s so funny?”

“It tickles.” Ты giggle.

“Really?” He asks curiously, leaning in.

Lips crash, sparks fly. It’s all a blur. The Далее thing Ты know, both your shirts are across the room, his body on вверх of yours, hands going up from your hips and under your bra.

His hands go behind your back, snapping your bra apart, and tossing it aside.

Ты tug off his shorts, and he kicks them off.

His hands go down, stopping at the waistband of your pants.

He unbuttons the button and pulls down the zipper. He tugs them off, slowly.

“WHOA!” Steve yells from the doorway.

“What the fuck do Ты think you’re doing?” Soda asks, covering up your mostly naked body.

“Well I was going to Присоединиться y’all for some Mickey мышь but noooo Ты couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Steve grins, rolling his eyes.

“Out!” Soda yells.

“But it was getting to the good part!”

“Out!”