The Guest on the Sofa - The Beginning
She came home from the gym, glowing and calm… and sat right between us. A brush of her thigh, a subtle shift closer — and suddenly, the air was heavy with something unspoken.
The Beginning
Saturday evening. Just a beer with P. — nothing wild. We hadn't seen each other in a while, so we grabbed a drink and ended up back at mine, just to hang out a bit longer. D. had gone off to the gym — gave us our space, and said she'd be back later.
We were sitting on the sofa when she came in. Fresh from her workout, glowing but calm — black gym shorts hugging her hips, tight black sports bra showing off her body in all the right ways. No mess, no sweat — just that effortless, clean confidence she carries when she walks in.
She didn’t rush over — just did her usual, moving around the flat, sorting her bits. Then she joined us — sliding into the space between us on the sofa. She leaned into me, relaxed and grounded, my arm naturally falling around her back. We talked. Laughed. The energy was light and it flowed easily.
But her legs — angled slightly toward P. Her bare thigh brushed against his now and then. Nothing obvious… unless you were watching closely. And I was.
I leaned toward her ear and whispered, calm and close:
“Deb’s… move a little closer to him.”
She knew exactly what I meant. No words — just a subtle shift. Her bare skin began to graze his leg again and again. Soft, innocent touches, unspoken tension.