"You've got great jugs," he said. "Why fight it?"

"Just watch the movie." She straightened her shoulders, causing her boobs to stick out farther.

He calmly picked up his beer and took a big gulp. "It sucks."

"Find something you like better." She fidgeted around.

"You're awfully jumpy tonight." He grinned and blew her a kiss. "Don't tell me you're out of shape because you're alone with me."

"Don't be silly. Why would I be?" More perspiration dripped down her cleavage.

Mike smiled confidently. "Because I'm so sexy." He put his feet up on the coffee table and his arms on the back of the sofa.

His fingers touched her shoulder. They seemed to burn into her flesh. She moved back. "I wonder when Jim and Carla are coming home?"

He finished his beer and went to the kitchen for another. When he sat down again, he sat closer to Sue and his gaze dropped to the swell of her velvet-skinned tits.

Sue felt herself blush. Mike ran his hand over his jaw. The gesture was at once masculine and sensual.

By now they were sitting close together and he casually draped his arm behind her back.

"I always liked you, Sue," he said.

"And I always liked you." Even to herself her voice sounded shrill. It went up a few octaves when she became nervous or uptight.

She wondered if he had a hard-on. She bit her lower lip as he handed her his beer.

"You look like you could use this," he said. She felt his eyes travel down to her legs. Her skirt had hiked up and half of her thighs were exposed. She tried to push it down, but they were sitting so close and her skirt was so tight it wasn't possible to move it.

"Leave it up," he said, dropping his arm so that his hand landed on the top of her boob.