Page 53 of Free Fall

He blinks. “I’ve already won.”

Jesus. This guy.

He steps away from me, tangling his fingers in mine while he walks us past their formal living room and into a living room in the back of the house with a big screen TV and surround sound. “I think you’ll love the movie line-up I have planned,” he says, turning the TV on. “I’ve also got a pizza coming, and my parents stocked up the snack cupboard for the weekend. If we play it right, we might not even have to leave the house.”

The brush of butterfly wings flap around my heart. It feels as if the most important muscle I have is going to take flight right there in my chest with nowhere to go.

Finally, Reid goes to the stand and holds up three DVD’s that instantly put a smile on my face.The Great Outdoors,TheMonster Squad, andThe Goonies. Reid’s dad is like an eighties freak. He has so much memorabilia from this time period that it was always readily available for our consumption. He introduced us to these three movies, and many more, when we were just kids. These three films just happen to be my favorite. I haven’t seen them in so long.

“You’re kidding?”

He shakes his head. “Which one first?”

I cringe.Oh no, I have to pick? This is so not right.“Um….The Monster Squad.”

As a little kid, I had such a crush on Sean and Patrick, two of the main characters from the movie, even though I couldn’t fathom the way they were dressed.

Right after Reid puts the movie in, the doorbell rings. He jogs off to pay for the pizza, and when he comes back in, he places it on the coffee table in front of us along with a couple of cans of soda. We each take a slice as the opening credits come up. The younger me can’t believe I’m a teenager right now, having kissed Reid, and sitting in his house all alone…without Brady. I sigh. “Brady loved this movie too.”

Reid slides his arm around me, pulling me close. I wasn’t in any danger of falling into a sour mood with that thought, but he’s right there anyway, making sure I won’t. It actually just felt good to talk about him. I’m sure the sadness will always be there, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look at the things we did together and remember them fondly. I smile as we settle in, watching Dracula recover Frankenstein who just so happened to drop in a swamp right by where a group of kids have a monster fan club.

Perfection.

Halfway through the movie, Reid and I have obliterated the pizza and the soda. I stand, asking him to pause it so I can excuse myself to the bathroom. I take the pizza box as I go, placing it in the recycle bin inside their garage and then head toward the downstairs bathroom. I take a moment to check my teeth, making sure there aren’t any stuck pieces of pepperoni or anything like that in there. Even though there’s nothing there, I even take the time to find their toothpaste in one of the drawers and swish it around my mouth. I scrunch up my hair, which has pretty much already faded from the midnight black back to my brown color.

When I step back into the room, Reid’s moved the coffee table back and put up the leg rest on the couch. As I come around the back side, I realize that’s not all he did either. He’s lying there bare-chested, having taken off his shirt. I stop, and he gives me a lopsided smile. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi,” I say, not recognizing the tightness in my own voice. “What…are you doing?”

“I thought we could play a game.” He opens his arms, and I go willing into them, sitting just to his side with my head on his chest. “I’m letting you have the upper hand.”

I raise my eyebrow at him. This should be interesting.

“I think…” he says, clearly enjoying this. “Every time someone says ‘virgin’, we should shed an article of clothing.” I replay the whole movie in my head and realize we’re going to be so naked by the end of this movie. So, so naked.

Bring it on, Lucky Number Seven.

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Iwasn’t underestimating the tally.

But I did overestimate how much resolve I’d have to have not to stare at Reid while he took his clothes off. He paused the movie each time. Him shedding his article first, then me. The socks were no big deal. Relatively speaking, the pants weren’t all that bad either. I’ve already been in front of them with a bathing suit on, so it felt a lot like that. Plus, there was that incident with Reid in the bath towel.

Since he started with his shirt already off, he was the first to reveal his…well, his major package. He stripped his boxers off, revealing his already semi-hard dick while I tried not to gawk.

With his hands on his hips, he waits for my turn.

I take a deep breath, unable to really tear my gaze away from him. He is perfection in the best way. His physique is so defined I’m suddenly super nervous to be revealing myself. I’ll probably come up short compared to him. “You need help?” he asks, dropping his gaze to my fingers which are wrapped around the hem of my shirt.

I shake my head. A bathing suit is one thing, but bra and panties are so much more intimate. Also, I just can’t believe he’s going to be sitting naked next to me for the rest of the movie. I close my eyes briefly and start to lift, my heart in my throat. When I drop my shirt on the floor between us, his gaze takes me in appreciatively, making my nipples harden with only the thin, silky fabric of my bra to hide them. I sit down on the edge of the couch tentatively and he sits next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me toward him again. When he presses Play on the movie, his fingers dip down swirling over the swell of my breasts, making me squirm.

If he can play that game…

Now that I’m held captive against him, I splay my fingers over his chest. His muscles tighten underneath me. I work them down and down until my palm is covering his belly button. His cock is one hundred percent hard now. The bad thing about this is, I’m not paying attention to the movie. So, when Reid pauses it, announcing that they’ve said “virgin” again, I have to take his word for it. He peels me off him, and I stand in front, my body vibrating with a hundred different emotions. Fear, lust, anticipation. He reaches down to rearrange himself, drawing my attention. When he jerked off in front of me a couple of weeks ago, I never looked down. Not once. Now, I take my fill. He squeezes his base, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from groaning.

Reaching behind my back, I undo my bra clasps, then stand there with my hands at my sides for a few more moments. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are straining, waiting for Reid’s touch. First, I drop one strap down, then the other. I peel the cups away from my breasts and let my bra drop to the floor. Reid, whose hand is still around his cock, squeezes it tighter. “I hope you’re as turned on as I am,” he chokes out.

I can already feel the dampness in my panties. He’ll notice as soon as I drop them to the floor. Hell, this is Reid. He probably already knows.

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