Casey reached down and felt the crotch of her jeans, blushing lightly.
"Actually, you did it to me, so that's two dinners you owe me, and I'm still not in the mood for Chinese either."
"Oh, you!"
"Yes, me. So, help me get out of these sticky jeans so we can eat. Fair enough?"
"Hmmm, yes, fair enough, luv."
Lena reached up, undid the top button, and unzipped Casey's jeans. She grabbed the pockets while Casey pushed on the waistband, wiggling her hips to slide them down. Lena slid herself off Casey's lap, jeans in hand, and pulled Casey's legs out, holding her bare feet gently.
She smiled up at Casey and kissed her feet, nibbling on her toes. Lena switched back and forth, kissing her way up Casey's feet, past her ankles, up her calves, and to her knees.
