I decided to get up and go get us some more drinks from the kitchen. On my way back to his man cave, I started thinking, "This is the perfect opportun...ity to take a chance and show him how I feel." As I was walking into the doorway I spoke, "Ben, I have a question.." Without turning to face me, he answered, "And that would be?" I shut the door behind me and laid the drinks down onto a nearby table. He was in the middle of playing GTA as I slid my hands down his arms from behind the couch,. “Gaming?”Her head tilts to the side, and she raises an eyebrow.“Playing games online.”“Cell phone games?”“No, LOL.”“LOL?”“League of...”“Uh, that’s lame,” she cuts in, derisively, totally interrupting me.“You should be out chasing girls. It’s the fucking apocalypse, and here you are playing video games. You’re on the football team, too! Like, who on the football team is sitting on his computer, during the plague, playing video games?” she asks, rhetorically, or rather affirms, her expression of. I felt her breathing quicken as her fingers traced the wetness that had soaked through my shorts. My own breathing became heavier and she teased me with her fingertips. I looked to my side's nervously to see if anyone was watching. If they were they didn't seem to care. She kept her body pressed hard against mine as she began to rub me gently through my shorts. My hips instinctively pressed inter her touch and I felt a groan escape my lips. My eyes closed as she began to rub more fervently.. Cindy's voice scratched back a moment later, "Be right down." After a minute, Cindy opened the front door. Ingrid was shocked. Cindy was wearing a black leather knee-length, hip hugging skirt, a black plunging-neckline shirt and a leather jacket. Her hair was in a tight bun on top of her head. Her make-up was gothic - heavy black eye makeup, and dark red lipstick. Both of them just stood and stared at each other. Cindy spoke first, "Wow, Ingrid, you look hot." Ingrid suddenly felt warmer. She.