Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Chapter 222: Watching A Moive With Sofia

Sofia set the spoon down and turned the burner to low.

"It won’t take long now," she said, wiping her hands on a cloth from the counter. "Maybe fifteen minutes." She looked at him. "We should do something while we wait."

Liam pushed off the counter. "I’ve got a PS5 in the room. That’s about it."

She shook her head. "I don’t really play games like that."

"Okay." He looked around the apartment like it might offer an alternative. "Then I genuinely don’t know what we do."

She smiled. The small one that came before she said something she had already thought about. "I have an idea. Do you have Netflix?"

"Yeah."

"Okay so we watch a movie."

He nodded slowly. "That actually works."

They moved to the couch together. Liam reached for the remote on the coffee table and pointed it at the TV and pulled up Netflix.

Expired.

The screen told him plainly and without sympathy.

"Uhhh," Sofia said.

"It’s fine." He was already pulling his phone out. "I’ll just subscribe again now."

He went through the process while she sat beside him on the couch, close enough that he was aware of the warmth of her. Five minutes and the card details and the confirmation screen and he dropped his phone on the cushion beside him.

"There," he said. "What are we watching?"

She looked at the screen. "It."

He turned to look at her. "The scary movie?"

"That one yeah."

He looked at her for a moment. "I didn’t think you were into scary movies."

She tucked one leg under herself on the couch and turned slightly toward him. "I’m not really. But a guy asked me to do this with him once and I said no."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

She smiled. Not the small one this time. The fuller version, the one that had something behind it. "In the movie there’s a red balloon that shows up. Every time it appears on screen the other person gets to pick a piece of clothing for you to take off."

Liam looked at her.

She looked back at him with complete composure.

"That’s why you picked this movie," he said.

"I just thought it would be fun," she said. "Something different."

He held her gaze for another second. Then he turned back to the TV. "Alright. Let’s start."

"Wait." She was already up, crossing the room to where her jacket was draped over the kitchen stool. She brought it back and put it on over the singlet, zipping it halfway. She sat back down. "Okay. Now start."

He pressed play.

The opening of the movie settled into the room, the sound filling the apartment, the kind of slow build that horror films used to make you feel the quiet before anything happened. They both watched. Sofia had her leg still tucked under her, her elbow on the back of the couch, her chin resting on her hand.

Then the balloon appeared on screen.

They both saw it at the same time.

Sofia pointed. Liam pointed. They looked at each other and both laughed, the kind of laugh that came from the specific absurdity of having agreed to something and now having to follow through on it.

"You first," Liam said.

"The jacket," she said.

He unzipped it and shrugged it off his shoulders and dropped it over the arm of the couch.

She looked at him sitting there in his shirt and smiled. "My turn to choose."

"Shirt," he said.

She looked at his shirt. Then at him. Then she pulled the zip of her jacket down and shrugged it off and handed it to him. He took it and put it on the growing pile on the arm of the couch.

They went back to the movie.

It built the way it was designed to build, the tension arriving in slow increments, the sound design doing most of the work. Sofia was still in her watching position, chin on hand, but she had shifted slightly closer to the arm of the couch that was nearest to Liam without appearing to notice she had done it.

Something moved on screen, fast and from the wrong direction, and she grabbed his hand.

Her fingers closed around his completely, tight and immediate, and she pulled it toward her slightly before she caught herself. She held it there for a second and then the scene passed and she exhaled.

She didn’t let go of his hand.

Liam looked at their hands. Then at the screen. He turned his palm over under hers and she let him, their fingers adjusting, her grip loosening from tight to just present, warm and sitting there like it had decided to stay.

They watched like that for a while.

Then the balloon appeared again.

Liam pointed with his free hand. Sofia pointed with hers. They looked at each other and the laugh came again, easier this time, both of them more comfortable with the game now than when it had started.

"Shorts," Liam said.

Sofia looked at him. Something moved through her expression, not reluctance exactly, more like the moment before a decision becomes an action. Then she stood up from the couch and undid the button of her shorts and pushed them down and stepped out of them and sat back down.

Her legs were bare from the top of her thighs down, the white singlet falling to just above where the shorts had been, the black panties she had on underneath visible below the hem. She pulled the singlet down slightly and looked at the screen.

Liam looked at the screen too.

His hand had found hers again without him deciding to find it.

"My pick," she said, her eyes still forward. "Shirt."

He pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it.

She glanced sideways at his chest and then looked back at the screen. The color in her cheeks had shifted slightly, warmer than it had been five minutes ago.

The movie kept going. The tension kept building. Neither of them was watching it with the same attention they had been at the start.

Something came out of a dark corner on screen with a sound effect designed specifically to remove several years from your life and Sofia made a sound and grabbed his arm with both hands this time, pressing herself against his side, her face turning away from the screen toward his shoulder.

He felt her boobs press against his arm through the thin singlet. Warm and soft and present.

"It’s fine," he said. His voice came out slightly lower than he intended.

She stayed against him for a moment. Then she turned back to the screen, her hands still on his arm, her shoulder against his.

’I’m not letting go,’ she thought. ’I don’t care. I’m not letting go.’

She stayed exactly where she was.

The balloon appeared a third time.

Liam pointed. She pointed. They both looked at each other from very close range this time, her still pressed against his side, his arm now warm from where she had been holding it.

They both laughed again.

"Shorts," she said.

Liam stood up and undid his jeans and pushed them down and sat back down in his boxers. He settled back against the couch.

She looked at his legs. Then at his face. Then at the screen. Then back at his legs briefly.

"My pick," he said.

She looked at him.

"Shorts," he said.

She held his gaze. "I already took those off."

"Second round," he said.

She looked at him for a long moment. Then she reached for the hem of the singlet briefly before she said, "That wasn’t what you picked."

"I picked shorts. You don’t have shorts anymore. So the next thing down."

"That’s not the rule."

"It’s exactly the rule."

She looked at him. He looked back at her. The movie was still going in the background, the sound of it filling the apartment, neither of them watching it.

She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the black panties.

Then from the kitchen came the sound of the pot.

A steady bubbling that had moved from the background into something requiring attention.

Sofia looked toward the kitchen. Then at her panties, halfway down. Then at Liam.

"Food’s ready," she said.

"It is," he said.

She stood up and moved toward the kitchen, her singlet falling back to mid thigh as she straightened, her panties back in place. She checked the pot and turned the burner off and stood there for a moment with her back to him.

Then she looked back at him over her shoulder.

"I don’t know if I can walk around like this," she said. Her cheeks were fully flushed now, visible even from across the room.

Liam looked at her from the couch. At the singlet. At her legs. At the panties just visible below the hem.

"You can’t put anything back on," he said. "It breaks the rules."

She stared at him.

He looked back at her with the specific expression of a man who had decided that the rules were the rules and he was going to hold that position.