It was a quiet Saturday evening in Liv’s apartment.  She and Randal were settled on her couch, watching some low-budget scary movie.

“I’ve seen better special effects in your tapes,” Randal chuckled upon seeing a zombie’s head get decapitated and what was squirts of what looked like ketchup shoot out of its neck.

“Hey, just because they’re made for dudes like you to jack off to doesn’t mean they must lack artistic credibility.”

Liv’s comment made Randal laugh some more. 

“Dudes like me, huh?”

“Guys who prefer high-brow entertainment, of course,” she joked.

“Nice save,” he said, pulling her closer.

As they continued to watch the movie, Liv began getting a little drowsy.  She was practically on top of him, laying her head against his chest.  The rest of her soft body pressed against him, and the proximity alone was enough to rile Randal up.  Knowing she was starting to doze off, he decided not to be a dick for once and not bother her over this.  He shifted in his seat, hoping to get a little more comfortable so his jeans weren’t restricting him so much.

“Quit squirming,” her sleepy voice pleaded with him.

“You wanna take care of this then?” he asked.

“Mmm…  Sure, but don’t expect a performance.”

“Anything’s better than nothing at this point.”

Beneath the blanket, she found his fly and got it undone.  His cock sprung out when she fished him out the front of his briefs.  She gave him a few languid strokes before yawning and sitting up.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Onto your lap.”

She shimmied out of the panties she had on beneath the oversized shirt she wore and crawled up into his lap, facing him.  Holding him steady, she sunk onto his erection.  That velvety warm feeling of her snatch was heavenly, and he let out a low groan in response.  He expected her to begin riding him, and was almost offended when she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” he asked.

“Nuh-uh… but I said don’t expect a performance,” she mumbled against him.

“Didn’t know that mean you were gonna tease me.”

“You can do whatever, just don’t expect me to do the work,” said Liv.

Randal rolled his eyes.  He didn’t want to admit it, but he was equally as exhausted.  It had gotten late, and a whole day of doing nothing with Dante, then chilling with Liv really took it out of him.  His instinct was to grip her by the hips and thrust, but his laziness triumphed yet again.

So, they sat there just like that for a while.  After Randal got over the initial disappointment that he wasn’t going to have a quickie, he realized how nice he found it nice to have his cock nestled inside of her.  There wasn’t a lot of friction, but there was a comforting warmth… like a hug for his dick.  Not that he’d ever say that out loud, because even in his head it sounded sappy as hell.

The longer they sat there, the more he enjoyed it.  He’d never done this with a chick before.  He’d taken his sweet time with girls before, sure, but it was nothing compared to this.  He wondered if she could feel every subtle twitch and shift of his hips inside of her.  He felt her getting wetter around him, so he knew it at least had to feel good for her.  It was starting to turn him on even more.

“… Why don’t we do this more often?” he whispered after a while.

“Hm?”

“This…  You sitting on my dick while we watch shitty TV.  I mean, think about it, it’s the perfect setup.”

“Maybe we should.”

She kissed his neck after saying this.  She squeezed around him simultaneously, making him moan and his hips roll up against hers.

“Alright,” he said.  “Stop that or I’m gonna blow.”

“Wouldn’t mind if you did.”

“Sure about that?” he whispered into her ear.  “Because I don’t feel like moving at this point.  And I don’t want you going anywhere either…”

“Guess I’d just have to let it marinate,” she said, subtly grinding her hips.

Randal grunted, tightening his grip on her hips.

“Oh, you are a cruel, cruel temptress.”