11 o’clock
I picked up my cell and called her for the third time. She finally answered after four hours of telephone tag.
“Hey baby.”
I said. “Tag your it.”
She asked, “What time is the film playing?”
“11:00 p.m.”
“I have work early tomorrow.”
“I’ll go to work for you.”
Laughter in her voice. “Oh really?”
“Yes… really.”
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“But, I saw that movie a couple of weeks ago when my girlfriends and I were hanging out.”
“You haven’t seen it from where we will be sitting.”
“You’re right… so… I’ll be ready at 10:30.”
“Ciao.”
It was already 9:45, didn’t have time to shave so decided to wear my 5 o’clock shadow. She likes the grungy look, says it goes nicely with my dreads, says it makes her feel hot.
I jumped in my ride, sped across town, and picked her up five minutes earlier than she was expecting me to. I got out the car to greet her but she had already started walking towards the car. As usual, she was beautiful. She knows what to wear because she knows what I like. White cami, no braw. Black miniskirt, red-hot lace g-string. Loose curls flowing down to her waist, lips shiny with sparkly gloss, hard nipples dancing under her thin shirt, and long legs stemming from the bottom of her miniskirt.
I said, “Stick out your tongue.”
She smiled then did it.
“Give me a kiss.” I sucked her tongue, licked her glossy lips, then caressed and cupped her nice round ass.
I asked, “Ready to go?”
She bit me on my chin and said, “Yes.” Her smile was broad and filled with excitement.
I opened the car door for her then closed it behind her. Jogged around to the driver’s side, jumped behind the wheel, put the stick in first, and then sped away.
We arrived at the theater about twenty minutes later with a few minutes to spare. So we sat in the car and killed time.
She said, “What’s that?”Pretending to be confused.
I amused her, “What’s what?”
Pointing her finger, she said, “That long thick thing inside of your pants?”
I looked down at my zipper and said, “What do you think it is?”
“Not sure… but I hope it’s for me…” a thin smile crawled across her face.
With my middle finger, I couldn’t resist touching her soft leg. I said, “Are you hungry?”
Her thin smile turned into a sexy mouth showing me a dark hole behind a pink tongue. She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head yes up and down real slow.
Just as I started to unzip my pants, she said, “Look at the time… come on… let’s go inside, I don’t want to miss the film.”
I sighed and said, “I thought you said you already seen this movie?”
“I have already seen the film… but not from where will be sitting… remember?”
“Why do you call a movie a film?”
“Because I refuse to call a film a movie.”
She giggled. I didn’t.
We headed to the box office, past the concession stand, and went straight to cinema six.
All seats were empty, we had the joint all to ourselves. It was me, her, my tongue, and my fantasy. The previews ran by, opening credit rolled, my hand slid under her miniskirt, and tugged at her red g-string.
She locked eyes with mine and said, “Nooo…”
Her voice whispered no, but the smile in her grey eyes said yes.
My finger traced the edges of her moisture and heat.
I said, “I want to kiss these lips.”
She inhaled and raised both of her eyebrows. I smiled and raised only one of mine.
I said, “Baby open your legs… Give me some.”
“Right here? Right now? What if we get caught?”
In my baritone, I whispered into her ear, “Then it will be more fun.”
I grabbed her soft calf, lifted her leg high, and draped it around my neck. Inside of the dark theater and between her legs, I saw a pretty sun rise. Belizean bikini wax exposed my swollen treat. The closer my taste buds got, the brighter the glow.
She grabbed my chin, and whispered, “Ryan… Wait… Stop. Stop.”
I looked into her eyes to see if stop really meant go. That’s when I saw her staring in the direction of the flashlight that the usher was pointing and shining on her aroused and glistening pearl. I turned back to her and…
