Late night TV with Phoebe

She was lying back on the arm of the sofa, a pillow behind her back, a bowl of popcorn resting at the junction her legs. The left leg was bent up at the knee, resting against the back of the sofa, the right stretched along the cushions. She was stirring the popcorn with her left hand, the other holding the remote, surfing channels. I tapped her foot “Move it, I want to sit.”

Phoebe looked up at me insolently “Can’t you sit over there?” she nodded toward the easy chair, “I’m comfy” she protested but raised her foot so I could slide my butt under it then let it plop back down, her heel made a dent in my thigh.

“I can’t reach the popcorn from there, wha’chu watching?” She was watching the screen change but I was moving my eyes up her bare leg to where her short skirt rested across her thighs. Under the bottom of the yellow plastic popcorn bowl I could clearly see the white cotton panties that covered her crotch. The material was printed with tiny blue Forget-me-Not flowers. Not likely.

She had to know she was giving me a great up-skirt shot but she didn’t seem to be bothered by my staring. “Nothing yet, I just got here. Hand me my soda?” I retrieved her Coke from the end table and she traded me the remote for it. I began flipping channels as she nibbled and sipped.

The flat-screen flickered with changing scenes as I pushed through endless channels of late night infomercials and talking heads. I rested my hand on her ankle as we concentrated on the flickering images. “Wait, stop, back up” Phoebe said. I pushed the reverse button to a movie I’d seen before, a Martin Lawrence comedy. “Keep it, I like this one.”

I lifted my hand off her foot and grabbed a handful of popcorn then settled back to watch Lawrence try to carjack Tim Robbins. The movie was fun to watch but the shot of her crotch was enticing, my eyes kept wandering up the length of her leg to the intimate view of her body. My imagination was running amok, inventing visions of what she looked like under the flowered panties. All girls are equipped the same, they all have pussies, but in my experience they don’t look alike. Some are soft, fluffy with comfortable looking lips, others may be more defined, thin, with boldly projecting labia. The thatch of pubic hair, was it thick and dark or thin and light? Maybe she trimmed or shaved or waxed. I could only guess, I’d never seen her unclothed. She shifted her ass, getting more comfortable which cause her legs to widen even further, the heel on my thigh dug into me as she balanced then settled back down.