Ross had to do a double-take and pinch himself just to make sure he’d heard the words right, “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me,” Samantha answered with the same tone, “There is no way you didn’t hear me.”
“I heard you alright,” he answered with a nervous laugh. ‘How was Samantha being so bold? She’d always been quite forward, but wasn’t this a step too far even for her?' His thoughts spiralled… “But I don’t know how to respond to that, so I’ll change the subject. You want to watch a movie? I brought my laptop with me.”
“Yeah, that would be nice,” Samantha answered.
“Alright, give me a few seconds…” With that, Ross left the door and retreated to the bathroom, where he grabbed a bathrobe, put on some loose shorts that didn’t stand a chance of hiding his erection, before retreating to his bed to get their whole cinema experience set up.
It had been a very long time since they’d last done something like this, especially with how much Ross had been avoiding her, but tonight, everyone was on edge, and he had to do something to get her to relax… and hopefully himself as well.
By the time he’d set it all up, his mind had wandered long enough to take priority off his erection. At the back of his mind, Ross got the feeling that dodging a session of jerking off was like cashing in an even more explosive session later, so he would be sure to get this all done with once Samantha went back to her room to sleep.
“Come in!” he called out when he’d finally managed to stuff his half-erect pounding log of meat into the loose pants. The silky fabric was not good for his sensitivity, and the veins were visible through the fabric, but that is why he was also wearing a robe.
Samantha pushed the door open and walked in, but what Ross saw was not at all what he had in mind. Rather than staying dressed in the clothes they’d gone hiking in, Samantha had come in her pyjamas, and they were somewhat translucent, only gaining some manner of opaqueness at the midsection and breasts.
Long story short, she managed to destroy all his effort to cool his hormones by simply standing there. It got worse when she turned to close the door, and he heard a click. Her ass was just barely fitting inside those pyjamas.
She carried herself slowly, as though she was aware of his scanning eyes, right until she scooched over on the bed and sat beside him, “I’ve always made fun of your big ass, but… I don’t think it’s funny anymore.”
Samantha smirked, “What do you think of it now?”
Ross froze.
“Depending on your answer, I might just let you touch it,” she added with a hint of pride.
Ross swallowed. Seeing it was one thing, but touching it. ‘Loose shorts, my foot!’ he cursed at the pressure of his dick pushing against all the loose space the shorts had offered him earlier, threatening to tear through the threads at the seam.
“Sexy,” was his answer, “Even then, I think I’m underdescribing.”
Samantha leaned into him, then went on to give him a hug, “You saw my mother…”
“Was I imagining things?” Ross had to ask. He knew what he had seen, but he had to make sure she had seen the same thing, or better yet, that she had accepted the facts of what she had seen. It was also possible that the bite he’d taken from the beetle was making him see weird things.
“She got bitten by one of those bugs as well…” Samantha answered, “Have you checked the news? It’s all over social media.”
“I… had forgotten we have wifi here,” he answered, feeling dumb for not checking his phone as soon as they’d arrived at the cabin.
“It’s alright. I only remembered because Dad mentioned it last night. It was only installed three years ago, so most of us forget it exists,” she answered with a chuckle and brought her phone out of her pocket.
There was a reporter speaking from inside his house, while pointing at things happening outside his window, which was already stained black at some points by smudges, “Guys, I’ve been here all afternoon watching these things swoop in and bite people, and you know, at first I thought it was funny, y’know… but then, the CDC issued an alert and asked everyone that’s been bitten to travel to the nearest health centre.
Guys, bug spray doesn’t work on these things, and no matter how many we seem to squash, more keep showing up. It’s like they are multiplying in real-time. There’s been talk of side effects of the bike, but right now, it’s too early to tell. I’ll keep you guys updated.”
Ross knew the content creator they’d just watched, but he also knew that the person was based a few cities away from them. “They made it that far in a matter of hours?”
“Yeah, and from what I can tell, the side effects haven’t been documented yet. Mum whispered to Dad the way she does when there is no one in the house but me,” she sighed.
“You think they are going to…”
“Have sex? Yes,” Samantha laughed, “And the odds of us hearing the sound are very, very high.”
“We'd better get this movie rolling then,” Ross answered.
“Exactly,” she replied.
He leaned forward to hit the play button and had to pretend he wasn’t trying to avoid triggering a 12-inch-long dick pulsing with his shorts.
The movie began, and they cranked up the volume. A moment later, however, Samantha’s hand landed on Ross’s thigh… or at least, that’s what he wished she would believe. In truth, she’d missed his thigh completely and settled straight on the warm pulsing thickness that was his dick.
A gasp ran through the room, and rather than retract her hand as she had with her leg on the hike, Samantha moved her arm along the length and bit her lip.
“Fuck!” she whispered, and gave Ross every reason to snap and lose what little control he had left.
Author's Note: Ross is right! Samantha is being extra bold today. I wonder if it has something to do with the bite...
Bonus images here(The error rate on these ones was quite high. When two people are in an image, it's just a mess, especially when sex is not what the scene depicts. You'd think it'd be the other way round, but noooo....):