John was happy to find out that Erin also lived within walking distance of the college. It made it a lot easier not to pull his car out of the garage when he could just stroll a dozen blocks past Foggy's and into the more residential areas of the Hanover.
The town was relatively small, less than fifteen thousand people. He felt at home among the brick and stone houses that stood on each side of the street. Between them, thick trees and bushes that reminded him of the hedges in his home village.
Erin's house was a mid-sized place down a short spur road. He could see the river only a few hundred feet behind it and was impressed. It was an older place, with thick trees and bushes in the front and back yard. He couldn't help but think it was well insulated for what he hoped was a night of screaming and fucking.
He passed a gravel driveway that led around to the back. Around the corner, he spotted the edge of a brick garage with a white door. But, his curiosity was drawn to the large enclosed porch leading up to her front door.
For an associate professor, she had a much better house than his little apartment. It was the grand house that Hannah commanded, or the apparently larger weekend mansion outside of town, but it was far larger than the house he grew up.
John tucked his hands into his pockets and headed up the wooden stairs. The front porch door was open but he wasn't sure if he needed to knock there or at the front door. After a few seconds hesitation, he entered the protected enclosure and then up to the brightly painted front door. It had a brass knocker and a glowing door bell.
He knocked.
After a few seconds, he knocked again.
John felt nervous about waiting there. Erin had left early to run some errands and pick up “some things” including sushi for dinner. He offered to get it himself, but she insisted since he was going to be providing “dessert.”
He grinned to himself at that. A few hours of rest after the threesome and a tone of water had regained most of his energy and he was ready to enjoy some privacy with Erin in a more comfortable situation. He was hoping a bed would be involved since he had fucked on desks, in the back rooms of coffee shops, and on the couch. None of them were traditional places to have sex.
Then again, nothing in the last two days was traditional. There was no wooing and flirting, just fucking and breeding.
His cock twitched. His balls felt heavy already, as if they were ready to dump massive amounts of see into Erin's womb. Once again, he wondered if the solution had also affected him, at least to prepare him to service five women.
There were no clues if Christine, Erin's sister, was affected since she lived so far away. He couldn't help but wonder if he was going to enjoy all three sisters.
The thought set off a wave of guilt. He already have five beautiful women craving him, he shouldn't be trying to add a sixth into the mess. Even if he wanted to seed her just like the others, to feel her body grinding up against his and to be balls deep in her tight pussy.
His cock grew harder and pressed up against his zipper. He squirmed for a moment to adjust it, but it still bulged out his pants. “Damn it, John, calm down.”
The door creaked as it opened.
Olivia stood there in a blue t-shirt and the shortest pair of jersey shorts he had ever seen. Her entire outfit clung to her body, highlighting the swells of her smaller tits that still pushed up and begged for attention. Her lanky body only drew his attention down to where the black material of her shorts gathered between her legs, forming a distinct camel toe against her pussy.
She smiled broadly at him. “John,” her voice was warm but ended in a hungry sound. “I'm surprised to see you.”
He stared in shock.
Olivia grinned and leaned against the door, arching her back and thrusting her tits up. It was clear she was bra-less underneath and he wanted desperately to yank away the material to feast on her small, round tits. “You know, this isn't Foggy's.”
“Y-Yeah, I know.”
She held out a hand. “I'll still serve you, sir.”
His cock pulsed as at the purred “sir”. He fought the urge to throw himself at her but it took all of his might. With sweat prickling his brow, he gulped loudly. “I'm… I'm here for a date with your sister.”
Olivia rolled her eyes but didn't stop the pose that tightened her clothes. “I know, and she made me promise that your beautiful cock will not be penetrating any hole in my body until tomorrow morning. Six in the morning, to be precise. I have the alarm set.”
John did a double-take. “W-What?”
She held out her hand. “We had a talk before she ran out for dinner. She was upset, but didn't call dibs. So, we decided that sharing you would be better to avoid an all-out cat fight between the two of us.”
He took Olivia's hand and let her draw him into the confines of the house. It was warmly decorated, with lots of painted wood and exposed beams. Almost everything looked planned and cosy except for a stack of boxes in the corner of a spacious living room. Many of them were opened and the contents spilling out. He could see “Olivia” written in black marker on the side.
“Sorry about the mess, I cleaned up as much as I could but there is only so much.”
He didn't want to let go of her hand. “My place is worse. Being a bachelor doesn't do me any favors.”
“Might want to change that,” came the sly response.
At his curious look, she shrugged. “Sounds like you have a lot of pretty girls circling around you like sharks. From what I heard from sis, you've also been porking Hannah and her daughters.”
John froze, his blood running icy in his veins. He didn't think Erin knew what had happened with Ester and Ruth. He gulped, waiting for the accusations.
She brought him to a soft-looking couch and gently pushed him back.
Still in shock, he fell back.
Olivia followed, kneeling on the couch so she remained facing him. One hand caught his shoulder while the other dropped to cup his hard cock. “Now, sir, I'm wondering if you got this lovely thing inside that tight… teenage… pussy?”
His pulsed against her hand, the hard length measured along the heat of her palm. The material of his trousers felt dangerously thin as his shaft bobbed with his memories of the two underage girls.
She moaned and stroked his cock. “I bet you came inside them too, didn't you?”
John gulped. He could lie, but there wasn't a point. He nodded.
Her lips approached his. Her voice lowered to a whisper. “And after you got to fuck those girls, you still had me in the back room?”
He chuckled as he squirmed under her strokes. “You are beautiful.”
“And I'm going to serve you, sir.” Her fingers curled along his shaft as she pumped it through his pants. “I also hope that you give me what I want too, which is this beautiful… hard… cock jammed into my stomach.”
Breathing deeply, he looked into her lust-filled eyes. “You want it too? To feel me cum inside you?”
She moaned, her eyes fluttering as a bit of the glazed look came back. “Oh, god. Yes. I dreamed about it last night, just the idea of you filing me up until my belly was tight.”
Her strokes grew longer and stronger, jacking his hard cock through his pants. “I just want you so far into me, just dump your cum into me like a bucket.”
John reached out to stroke her hip. His thumb found the gap between her shirt and shorts and he tucked it underneath the elastic.
“I just want you to use me. Choke me until I cum, fill me until I'm dripping out of my hole. Oh, god, sir, I need you so badly.”
She started to fumble with his zipper. Her fingers slipped over the material and he could feel how his pre-cum soaked the fabric from the inside. “I need it,” she whimpered, “I don't care what she said.”
Her mouth drew closer and then she was kissing him as she fumbled with his zipper. The soft gasps escaped her throat as she managed to finally open him up and delved her hand into the confines to find his hard-cock already dripping wet.
The moan that shook her body sent a pulse of pleasure through him. She drew his cock out and pumped the slick length in her hand.
John fought back his pleasure. He knew he shouldn't be doing anything with Olivia, but it was almost impossible to resist her as she slid her hand up and down from his slick crown clear down to his balls and up again.
“Excuse me?” came the sharp interruption of Erin's annoyed voice.
Olivia broke the kiss and yanked her hand away. Clear strands of pre-cum drooled down from her palm as she scrambled to her feet. Her shorts were down over her hip and her shirt was caught on the side with one breast almost exposed. With a whimper, she yanked her clothes into place.
At the door of the living room, Erin stood holding a large plastic bag in one hand and her other fist resting on her hip. She had switched to a button-down shirt that left a generous amount of cleavage exposed and a golden necklace nestled into the valley of her tits.
John cleared his throat but made no effort to shove his cock into his pants again. It was far too hard and wet to fit into the confines and he suspected that Erin would forgive him for his weakness.
“I-I didn't let him inside.” He could tell Olivia was blushing as she fumbled with her clothes.
“You were going to in a few seconds and you know it. Here I would have assumed giving him a hand job while sucking his tonsils out would have been included in our deal.”
“I'm sorry, I really am. I just… I just couldn't resist.” Olivia pushed some of her hair behind her ear, leaving a smear of pre-cum on her cheek.
Erin rolled her eyes and the corner of her frown almost turned into a grin. “You already got first dibs and he creamed your panties. Don't be a greedy slut.”
Olivia giggled. “Yeah.”
“So, tonight is mine.”
“Sorry.”
Erin sighed and came further into the room. “It's obvious that if I don't chain you down or lock you in your room, I'm going to wake up and find you fucking him first thing in the morning.”
John chuckled. The thought of having Olivia in a collar brought to bear a curious fetish he wasn't aware of and his cock jumped at the thought.
“Let me guess, you set an alarm?”
“Yeah,” Olivia said with a giggle. “But only fifteen minutes earlier, I still have to go to work tomorrow.”
“And I'm fine with that. But tonight is mine and I'm keeping him here all night. Which means, my dear sister, you're going out to a movie by yourself and finding a hotel room.”
“But—”
“No buts, mine!” Erin said with a grin. “You are a horny slut and I don't want to fight you off. That cock is going in me tonight and nowhere else. My hole, my fuck stick, my man.”
Olivia relented. “I suppose I have enough on my credit card for a night.”
John pushed himself up, standing straight even as his cock stood out. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his keys. “Why don't you stay at my place? It has streaming video, plenty of food or you can order in.”
Erin's eyebrow rose.
Olivia spun on him and then gasped. “R-Really?”
“Why not? I'm not going to be there. Apparently your sister has decided.”
“That right,” Erin said with a look of relief.
Olivia rushed over to him to kiss him, but her hand wrapped around his cock first. She held him tight as she ground her slender body against yours. “Thank you,” she said.
“Olive!”
Olivia released his cock with a gasp. “Sorry!”
Erin pointed to the door. “Get your ass out of here! Now!”
It took a few minutes for him to tell Olivia how to get to his place and anything else she needed to know. Before long, though, she was trotting down the street with a final kiss still tingling on his lips.
Erin sighed as she came up next to him.
John glanced at her. “Sorry.”
“What for? You're the man. I expect you to fuck anything as hot as my little sister when she's digging in your pants like that. She was going for gold and there was nothing going to stop her.”
He grinned.
“Though, I've been thinking. You should keep this just between the six of us.”
John turned to see her. She was grinning as she watched her sister go around the corner. “Six?”
"Christine has been asking about you. I think she caught it too, whatever that stuff in the box was. I know that I should be dragging us to the hospital, but it's been so long since she's had a loving man take care of her. You seem to be what she needs. I can't say she's had an easy life. Olivia either. "
He blushed.
Erin grinned and leaned her head. “Plus, I want to see her knocked up like a cock-hungry slut as much as I want to be your cock-hungry slut.”
“Don't worry. I couldn't handle more than six.”
She looked at him with a smirk. “Sure about handling even six of us?”
“I'm going… you know what? Yes. I'm going to take good care of you as long as you want me.”
“Good, because it's pretty clear you've been fucking Hannah and the girls as much as me and Olivia.”
He cringed.
“I don't approve, but the only thing I can think about is having your cum inside me. Every moment, every thought is about having your baby. I wore out my damn batteries last night and it still wasn't enough. If I can barely resist you, those girls have no chance.”
John was both excited and depressed to hear that.
“So as I see it, the adults in the room have to make sure they keep it private and we do it safely. That means no restaurant table fucks of teenage pussy and no jumbo-tron blow jobs.” She held up her finger. “Feel free to do that with us old ladies. As often as you want.”
“You aren't old.”
“But nothing public with those two sluts until they are proper age, do you understand?”
He thought she made some good points and it matched some of the vague thoughts in the back of his head. He nodded. “Deal, but I'm surprised you are so logical about it.”
“Are you not going to fuck Olivia the second she gets you in the back room?”
He hesitated before he shook his head.
“And I don't think I could ever stop treating Hannah like the bitch she is. I can just imagine the others are the same. So, if we don't figure out something together… as adults… while not fucking like bunnies, then maybe we can come up with something that doesn't get anyone arrested or in trouble.”
“I think I like that idea.”
She favored him with a smile. “Good, now finish taking off your clothes because the sushi is going to get warm. I also have the perfect movie to watch tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Around the World in Eighty Days. It's a live action from the early 2000s.”
“Any good?”
Erin laughed. “Oh, god, no. It's terrible. But I'm also hoping you are going around my world in eighty minutes.”
He looked at her curiously as she closed the door shut and began to strip her shirt off. Her beautiful tits rose up as she peeled open her outfit.
Unable to resist, he cupped her breasts and then brought one nipple up to his mouth. Sucking on it, he enjoyed the soft noises that rose in her throat. He popped his lips off and looked up. “What is around your body in eighty minutes?”
Flushed, Erin finished taking off her shirt and let it drop to the ground. “First, you are going to eat some sushi off my naked body, then you are going to fuck my pussy and get the engines running.”
She stepped back toward the living room, tugging him along with her other hand. “Then, I'm hoping you shove that wonderful cock of yours up my tight ass and leave another load.” Her grin grew sultry. “I cleaned out everything back there. It's spotless.”
His shaft jumped at the thought. “Good enough to eat?”
“I hope to find out,” she purred.
“Doesn't seem like around the world.”
Erin's eyes shimmered. “Then I'm going to suck that cock and deep throat it just as well as Hannah did until I get a third one. And finally, you are going to finish up right where you started, giving me one last load in my greedy womb.”
He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside. His cock was already achingly hard and he could feel every pulse shaking it. “Four times in eight minutes.”
A wink. “Well, if you have some trouble, I have fingers and a tongue that says I can get you past the finish line.”
Memories of her comment earlier that day brought a surge of pre-cum drooling out of his length. “Butt stuff?”
“Anything Hannah can do, I'll do better.”
“So competitive.”
“She got you stuffed into her pussy and throat, so I have to get all three. Up to it?”
John answered by pushing her onto the couch, right where she was before. Tossing the bag of sushi next to her, he knelt down between her legs. Even with her clothes on, he could smell her pussy. It was sweet and hungry.
Looking up at her lust-filled face, he tugged her skirt off and pulled them down. The black garters were still there, framing her pussy and wet-matted hair. He licked his lips and then shoved his face down into the heated crevice.
“Oh, fuck!” she tried.
She was wet and sweet. John went to town, using his tongue and lips to spread her open and lapping her hard and fast. With her thighs quivering on either side of his head, he clamped his mouth on her clitoris and sucked on it roughly, rolling his tongue along it until her hips bucked into his face.
John used his hands to spread her knees apart as he slobbered and worked his way further down, enjoying every moist fold of her sex before he burrowed his tongue into her clenching hole.
Erin's hand grabbed his head, pulling him close and pushing him down at the same time.
He resisted long enough to taste the first gush of juices before he lowered himself further, digging into the cushions so his soaked lips could press against her twitching asshole.
With her long moan filling the room, he licks and laved and slathered her sphincter with rough, hungry strokes. As she said, she was clean with only a taste of pussy and soap on his tongue when he burrowed the tip of it deep into the tight opening.
Encouraged, he gripped her thighs tightly and worked his way back up to her clitoris before down to her ass. He took his time, enjoying how her body bucked and trembled underneath him.
John continued until she patted his head. When he looked up, he could feel his face covered in her juices.
Flushed and dazed, she moaned. “Fuck me. Now.”
He didn't need a second request. Pulling himself up to his knees, he wiped his face off with his hand before grabbing his cock. It was as hard as before, an aching length that felt more like hot steel than flesh. Swirling the swollen head up and down her slit, he found her opening and then shoved in deep.
Erin's cunt was wet and slick and tight. The friction felt intense on his length as he buried almost two-thirds in with the first stroke. He grabbed her knees, hiked them up, and then pulled out.
She cried out wordlessly, her legs trying to lock behind him.
He thrust back into her. The force of the stroke drove his cock head to kiss her cervix before he only felt hot pressure around every inch of his shaft. He panted as quickly found a rhythm to ram into her with long strokes that kissed her womb before sliding almost completely out.
The wet slurps of their junction was the perfect harmony to her cries of need and his grunts. They weren't making love, they were rutting and he loved every moment as he concentrated on blowing his load deep in her snatch as fast as he could.
Erin writhed on the couch, knocking over their meal as she clutched the cushions. “M-More, please, more. Yes, fill me.”
John's body hummed with excitement. He was already primed with her sister's ministrations.
The pressure enveloping his shaft tightened and he found it harder to thrust in. Her face grew red as she tensed up, the muscles locking around his shoulders. Then she let out a wail of ecstasy.
John drove into her, working mindlessly toward his own orgasm. It didn't matter if she came, even though she did, he only wanted to seed his bitch, to dump his cum directly into her womb until she was swollen with his child.
His thoughts set him off. An intense orgasm tore up down his spine and exploded inside him. His balls tightened painfully as he drove into her and held it there, spraying hot jets of cum directly against her fertile womb. He shuddered with each surge and had to dig his fingers deep into her skin to hold himself in the right place to ensure she would bear his children.
Almost blacking out, John let out a bestial grunt as he pulled back an inch and tried to ram his cock through her cervix. It was an unconscious desire, but it brought another flurry of spasms along his cock as he jetted load after load into her.
Erin came again, her orgasm a shrill sound as she clamped around his cock. Her ankles dug into his shoulders as she pulled him tighter to her body, the muscles locked in orgasm keeping them in place as the last of his cum poured out of his balls into into her body.
Panting, he forced himself to relax. The flesh under his fingers turned an angry red.
Erin moaned and giggled at the same time. “I hope that marked me.”
“Bruises?”
She sighed happily. “I love little love marks. It reminds of what else you've given me.” Her inner muscles clenched. “I can feel your seed, so hot and wet.”
John continued to breath deeply as he looked down at the freshly fucked beauty. She was everything he had dreamed about for months, but it was more real than he could imagine. “Want me to get off?”
“No, just… stay there. Keep me plugged up for a few minutes.”
His cock pulsed. “I can do that.”
Neither said anything for a long time as they enjoyed the heat and afterglow of their frantic fucking. Occasionally Erin would clench her inner walls around his shaft but he never grew soft.
“Hungry?”
“W-What?” he said at the sudden question.
Erin reached out and grabbed the spilled bag. Finding a tray, she pried it open and then carefully set out the pieces of the rice rolls across her breasts.
It was surreal watching her carefully arrange them around her nipples and cleavage. He grinned.
She moaned and smiled. “Don't knock them off.”
John held himself still as she finished. “What if I want wasabi?”
Erin winked at him and then used her finger to scoop up the green sauce. It was a small amount but that was all that was needed. He watched as she brought it to her hard nipple and then scraped it off. A moment later, she squirmed. “Tingles a little.”
“Well, with a meal like that, how can I say no?”
With his cock still hard and buried inside her, they began to eat the sushi off her body. He started with the wasabi to get it off her skin before she got too uncomfortable. It was good stuff from the south side of town.
It was only a small snack, not even a male, but it sated him for the second round.
When he finished the last piece, he hooked his arm underneath her back and brought her wasabi-covered nipple to his mouth. Sucking on it, he thrust into her with slow strokes as he made sure every speck was cleaned off.
By the time he was done, her hips were thrusting into him. He released her nipple with a pop. “Ready for round two?”
Erin's eyes were glazed with lust and hunger. She nodded.
“How do you want it?”
“Prone?”
John had to move first. He set aside the rest of their meal before he pulled his cock free. Cum and juices bubbled out of her frothy opening and his cock looked like it had been glazed. He grinned and stood up.
Erin held out her hand.
He helped her up and they moved a few cushions to the ground. Then she knelt down with her cum-covered pussy and tight little asshole visible before she stretched out. Her buttocks clenched together but he knew that he was going to be spearing them in only a few moments.
John felt like he was immortal as he straddled her thighs and sank down. His cock was still lubricated from their previous round and easily sank into the valley of her buttocks. A few angles later, he caught her asshole with the tip of his cock.
“Oh, there,” she moaned.
“Ready?”
“Since yesterday,” she gasped. “Please, fuck my ass. I want to be yours… forever.”
His cock felt so hard as he leaned into her. He could feel the tight ring of her asshole resist his shaft, but sex juices and cum made it a futile task. He sank smoothly past the tight ring and into the infernal depths of her rectum.
Erin let out a low, guttural moan. “Fuck, I love you in my ass.”
John panted as he found the right position of his body where his hips were up against the cushion of her generous buttocks and he could feel the tight ring halfway up his length. Every time he thrust, he could feel her inner walls kissing his length.
He didn't have the raw lust of before, but there was still vigor in his movements as he opened her up before thrusting faster. Soon his hips were smacking against her ass and he had almost his length slipping and out of her hole.
Erin pawed at the carpet, her fingernails leaving furrows, as she moaned and writhed underneath him. Her ass would clench around his shaft until he forced himself deeper into it, working in and out until it felt like she had been stretched to be exactly what he needed.
John grunted with every thrust. He wasn't going to knock her up this way, but having his shaft piercing her forbidden entrance was just as exhilarating. He planted one hand on her shoulder and used it for balance as he pulled himself up and then used his weight to impale her ass.
Erin's ass lifted to meet his thrusts. No intelligible words escaped her lips, but her enthusiastic meeting of his strokes was enough and he found himself enjoying the slow build up to his next orgasm.
Underneath him, he could feel when she came again. She grabbed the cushions with one hand and screamed into it. Her fingernails dug into the fabric, tearing it as she slammed her ass up into his thrusts.
He answered by putting more of his weight and strength into impaling her. Every thrust was a heavy thud of two lovers meeting, a pummeling against her tight ring. His cock speared deep into her, stroked by her inner walls as he repeated violated her asshole with every stroke.
The build up to his orgasm was slow but intense. He felt it gathering in his balls, fueled by the heavy impacts of their bodies and the muffled moans from the cushion. Every clench of her rectum around his cock begged him to empty himself again.
When his thrusts grew more frantic, he stopped going slow and switched to hammering her ass. He pounded her hard and fast, impaling her as he held her shoulders down with his weight. His fingers dug into the skin as he claimed her ass as his own.
She came repeatedly on his cock. Every thrust almost pushed him over, but he didn't know the one that finally set it him off.
Between one thrust and another, he was coming. Hot jets of seed painted her insides but he didn't stop pounding her. Quickly, his cum began to slosh in her claimed asshole, swirling and gurgling with wet strokes as he emptied out his balls once again in her very willing body.
Finally, he just left his cock there as he finished up. His hips thrust once, twice, thrice, and then he wsa done.
Erin's body shuddered with her final orgasm.
Like before, he held himself there but it didn't last long. She pushed herself up off the cushions. “O-Off, please?”
John pulled his aching cock from her tight hole and then rolled to the side. He fell off the cushions and landed on the raspy carpet, but he ignored the discomfort as he looked at the blushing, stated woman before him.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “That was wonderful.”
“I thought the same.”
He reached out and stroked her sweat-soaked hair.
Erin pressed her cheek to his hand and closed her eye. She smiled happily.
He just stroked and touched her as his cock softened. It wsa wet and slimy but he didn't care. He was probably more sated than he had ever felt more.
Slowly, Erin's eyes opened. “You know, Olivia has never had her ass fucked.”
“I thought this was your date?”
“It is, but tomorrow she has a chance. I want her to enjoy it too.”
“If she asks, then I will.” His cock gave a limp attempt to start.
“She liked to be choked.”
John stared at her. “Really?”
“Yes, I've caught her a few times with a belt around her throat. Christine yelled at her because that was dangerous, so…” She gave a bashful grin. “Sometimes, Olivia would ask Christine to make sure she was safe so she would sit and watch as Olivia masturbate.”
“Fuck,” John said, unable to form any other words.
“It was hot. But she's going to cum so hard if you put your hands around her throat.”
“I will—”
“Do it. She deserves to be as happy as me. And that is definitely her hot button.”
John's cock grew half-hard at the thought. “I will. Thank you.”
“We sisters have to take care of each other.”
“Does that mean you are going to give me seduction advice for Christine?”
Erin giggled and rolled back, revealing her beautiful breasts to him again. “Oh, she's into watching and being watched. That's why she has her show, though I'm not sure what's she going to do now that her boyfriend isn't in the picture anymore.”
“What happened?”
She gave him a look. “You, I think. I mean, he's a complete dick and she was thinking about leaving him, but she doesn't want to cheat on anyone and your cock was probably the poke she needed to finally get rid of the bastard.”
John sighed. “No cheating.”
“She won't ever cheat on you. So if you want to be serious with her, then realize that she will be serious with her.”
“Isn't my trying to get her pregnant serious?”
Erin shrugged. “I… I don't know. I mean, I think she would be open to sharing you with the rest of us. But, part of my suggestion of sticking with just us six is for her too. She needs to be comfortable. I already know she likes Hannah and… well, she's my sister. I think if you include her, it won't be cheating until you decide to get fresh pussy.”
She glared at him. “You will not get fresh pussy, do you understand?”
“I'm very happy with the cunts I have now.”
“Good. Because you still own me two fucks this evening.”
John looked down at his half-hard cock. “I might need at least fifteen more minutes.”
She rolled onto her belly, lifting her ass up into the air. “Get the food. I'll put on a movie. I'm pretty sure you'll be sick of it in twenty minutes.”
He grinned and crawled up to grab the food.
True to her word, it was a terrible movie. But they laughed and had fun, eating bits of sushi and occasionally touching each other.