Just Feelings
THE REST OF THE WEEKEND we watch movies, binge tv shows, read Poe, and snuggle. That’s right, there is a lot of it too. By Saturday afternoon, I’m feeling much better but I’m not one to give up an opportunity. So, I’m milking it a little. The past few nights Betsy has slept in my bed and I don’t want that to end. This morning she was draped across the top of me and her mouth was so close to mine. I barely touched my lips to hers and she woke up, eyes wide in surprise and then all apologies for sleeping on top of me. I was only sorry when she hopped off me and curled into a ball on her side of the bed. Yep, she has a side.
After, I took a shower and changed into joggers and a t-shirt and headed to the kitchen to make coffee and cook some eggs. I needed protein after a lot of soup and toast. When Betsy finally came down, she was dressed in a similar outfit of joggers and one of those slouchy shirts she likes that drape over her shoulder. We ate and then retired to the couch. All of my morning activities wore me out so I fell asleep.
I wake up a few hours later and Betsy must have joined me because she is snuggled into me like I’m a cozy cocoon. Our sectional is pretty deep because Jack and I wanted something we could sleep on comfortably. It may have backfired since we fall asleep more often than not on the couch because it is so cozy. This here, right now though? This is what I wanted it for, to be able to get close to my girlfriend on the couch. That’s what I envisioned. Watching a sweet rom-com with my future wife, stretched out on the giant couch, then making sweet love to her when the movie was over.
My hand is tucked under one of Betsy’s tits and I’m not moving it. My other hand is draped over the dip of her waist hanging over the side of the couch. I move this one back so my hand rests on her abdomen. She sighs in her sleep and so I pull her into me a little farther. My face is close to her neck and I use my nose to nudge her braid to the side so I can nuzzle the spot under her ear. I place a few soft kisses on her nape and drag my lips across her shoulder.
“I love you too,” I whisper, hoping she’s still asleep. She seems to be, her breaths even and long. I push it by kissing up the side of her neck and nibble her earlobe.
“Mmmmmm,” she hums and rolls to face me. Her eyes are still closed so I pull her in, her head fitting under mine and I kiss her hair.
We lay like that for a while and I eventually fall back asleep. When I wake up again, she’s gone. Almost like she wasn’t there before. Maybe it was a dream. I take my temperature with the ear thingy and I’m at 100. I push the button to clear it and walk into the kitchen.
Betsy is at the stove making something that smells pretty awesome. Her headphones are in and she is shaking her ass while stirring her pot. I sit at the bar since my walk over has exhausted me, and just enjoy the show. There’s something about her body when she moves. Her tall frame is curvy and athletic, perfect in my eyes. She has total control over it and it’s something I’m sure she works hard to maintain. She does yoga all the time and I hear her practicing her routines in her room. I know how a passion can consume you, but also if you slow down, how it can suffer. Betsy works long hours at her day job and then works her ass off for her life’s work.
At the stove, Betsy abandons the spoon as her arms go over her head and she shakes her booty even more. She spins and sees me. Without missing a beat, she saunters over and starts dancing behind me. I push the stool out so I can see better and she pulls it back even more. Before I know what exactly is happening, Betsy is giving me a lap dance of sorts. It’s funny because I can’t hear the music she’s dancing to, but it hardly seems to matter.
Her hands go to my shoulders, pressing them back so I’m sitting all the way up. She smiles at me as her hands drift down my arms (I flex of course) to the tops of my thighs. From there she places them flat on either side of my legs, presses up and is able to kick her legs up into a wide split. Before my mind (or let’s get real, my dick) can catch up, she kicks her legs back and down, spins and then bends in front of me, her ass now bouncing between my spread legs while she holds on to the bar. She steps up onto the rungs of the stool so her ass is even higher and I’m worried about the sweatpants I have on revealing my admiration. Her hands go back to the sides of my legs and she lifts herself again, this time winding her legs around mine.
If anyone came into the kitchen at this point, they’d think they’d interrupted something. Fuck it, they would be. They would interrupt the best lap dance to ever happen and my raging boner. She’s still facing away from me so I try to tuck it into the waistband of my boxers so it won’t tent my sweatpants. Not that I care, but I don’t want to embarrass her. She leans back, her ass still hovering over my crotch and leans her head back on my shoulder. Her eyes are closed and I make a choice. My hands go from my lap to her abdomen and I slide them slowly up.
Three things happen at once seconds after my hands go up her shirt. First, I guess my wandering hands startle Betsy so she shoots up away from me. This causes the second thing, we tip forward and fall off the chair. Lastly, we end up on the floor me on all fours with her under me. During this, my dick has been unleashed and is most definitely making itself at home against Betsy’s lower back.
Her headphones flew off as we fell so when I ask her if she’s okay, she nods.
“Are you okay?” she asks back.
I laugh as we get up, me picking her up as we stand and placing her on her feet in front of me, still close enough to feel how much her dance affected me. “I’m more than okay. Sorry about the dick print.” I adjust myself and she stares as she turns to me.
“I guess my job is done?” she asks laughing. “You just looked so cute sitting there, I couldn’t resist giving you a little show.”
“You think I’m cute?” I ask with a smirk.
Eyes roll to the heavens and she walks back to the stove, picking her headphones up on the way. She turns them off and resumes playing music on her phone so we both can listen. “I hope you don’t mind some Hall and Oates? It’s one of my favorite Pandora stations.”
“Wait, you were lap dancing all over me to Hall and Oates?”
“Yep, Private Eyes are watching you,” she says pointing her two fingers at her eyes and then to me.
“What are you making?” I ask.
“I’m making spicy white chili. I thought it would be good for you, clear out the toxins,” she says, still swaying her hips to the music.
“Sounds good,” I say and maybe it’s the broken fever, or maybe it’s just time. “Hey, Bets?” She turns to me and raises her eyebrows. “Come here.” I beckon curling my finger to her.
She comes over and stands a little back from where I’m sitting on the stool, legs wide. I curl my finger at her again, motioning her to come closer. She bites her lip and moves so she’s in between my legs. I tighten them against her hips and her eyes go wide.
“I may have helped create that boner, but that doesn’t mean I’m doing anything with it,” she says and I smile. Wham’s Careless Whisper comes on and I stand, taking her in my arms and start to sway.
“Bets,” I say softly and her face changes. She’s looking at me now, knowing I’m serious. My hand goes to her cheek and I touch my thumb to her lips. Her eyes aren’t giving me a clue, and she’s speechless so I lean in and put my lips to hers. Just a brush, really. Her nod is almost so small I almost miss it but its consent to continue. I return my lips to hers and truly kiss her for the first time. It’s soft and searching at first, she is returning my pressure, so I know she’s on board. My tongue breaches into her mouth and then all bets are off. Her hands go to my hair and I band my arms around her waist, pulling her all the way against me. It escalates quickly and is so hot. She grabs at my hair and is pulling on it like she can’t get me close enough. I know the feeling. One of my hands stops at the small of her back and the other goes up to pull on her braid as she grinds against me. I open my eyes and pull back a little, peppering kisses along her jaw. Her neck is arched, cradled in my hand and she’s so lovely. “You are so lovely,” I say out loud because it’s true. Then I ruin it by saying something else. “Want to do something with it now?” I ask and waggle my eyebrows.