To my surprise he got up and moved to the couch. He sat by my head end rather than ass end, although my ass was clearly visible. After a while he put his hand across and onto my back, stroking me gently. I was silently praying that his hand would move to my ass. It didn't.

After a while I got up.

"More beer?" I asked him, hurrying past him.

"Well you're going for it tonight."

"Not really. Do you want one?" I asked impatiently.

"Yeah."

I went into the kitchen and got two more beers out the refrigerator. I moved to the sink to reach up to the cupboard...