A Night at the Movies

A Night at the Movies

I didn’t want to spend another Saturday night at home eating a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s, so I decided to treat myself to a movie. In a city this big you would think to be lonely was something that rarely ever happened. Not for me though. I’ve spent the last two months nursing my broken heart, barely going out or interested in much of anything outside of work and Pepper, my little Australian Shepherd. A heart-pounding, suspense-filled flick would be the perfect way to numb my thoughts for at least two hours.

I rode the M train into the city, surreptitiously avoiding eye contact with the obnoxiously “in-love” couple seated across from me the whole way. Honestly, it’s just rude to make out and grind into your boyfriend in front of strangers in a subway car. I was beginning to regret my venture out and contemplated going back home. A new record, only took 15 minutes, which is an improvement from the last attempt I made to get out of my Bushwick apartment. I already bought the tickets for the newest slasher flick online and going through the process of getting a refund sounded like too much work, so I kept on towards my destination.

I always loved the theater on 34th street, it had the old-time movie theater feel but has been updated enough to still enjoy watching a new blockbuster movie in blaring Hi-Def surround sound. I made it to the theater with about ten minutes to kill, so decided to get some popcorn. In the line ahead of me, a pretty girl was talking animatedly on the phone. She looked a bit younger than me, probably around 22. She had long wavy, chestnut brown hair, falling to the middle of her back and beautiful olive skin. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a loose-fitting button-up. The fact that I noticed her at all caught me off guard. Even though it had been two months since my breakup, I hadn’t really noticed any girl until now. Maybe I was starting to finally get past everything and was ready to start dating again.

It’s not like other girls hadn’t noticed me, as most would consider me attractive. I was 5’3″ with short dark brown hair. I didn’t have time or enough skill to do much with my hair, other than put it up in a messy bun. I was slim with a muscular physique. Most people commented on my smile or perfectly apple-shaped ass as being my best traits. I felt oddly ordinary compared to this brown-eyed beauty with my simple t-shirt and skinny jeans on. Just then, she noticed me looking at her, so I quickly averted my eyes.

After getting my popcorn and a large Coke Icee, I went to find my seat. The theater was the kind with the modern lounge chairs built for couples and I found myself hoping I didn’t have to sit next to some weirdo throughout the entire movie. I was feeling optimistic when I found my seat and observed the one next to me was empty. I’m not usually a fan of horror or slasher movies, but this was the only choice that wasn’t some sappy romance I was definitely not in the mood to suffer through.

As the theater got dark for the start of the movie, I heard a shy voice whisper to me in the dark.

“Excuse me… is that 10 next to you, it’s so dark in here I can’t see the numbers?”

It was the girl I had noticed in the concession line earlier.

“Uh… yeah I think so,” I quickly replied.

She smiled shyly again and scooted in front of me to take her seat.

What were the odds of the first girl I had noticed in two months sitting next to me in the theater? I tried not to look at her shapely ass in those tight jeans as she moved in front of me to find her seat. The movie was starting, so I pushed the thought out of my head and settled back into my seat more.

About halfway into the movie, right when the main character went to check the one place the killer was hiding, waiting to pop out and attacker her, I felt a hand squeeze mine hard. I didn’t think about it when I put my right hand on the armrest earlier because even with the close design it was a perfectly natural thing for me to do. I was so surprised to see the girl’s hand squeezing mine, that I quickly peeked over to her and saw that her face was partially covered, hiding her eyes.

The image quickly left the screen. She turned to me saying, “Sorry that scared the shit out of me.”

I made a small smile hoping she couldn’t see my flushed cheeks and said, “It’s okay, it did the same to me.”

She apologized again and promised she wouldn’t do that again.

I found myself hoping that wouldn’t turn out to be the case.

Her hand was soft and her nails were manicured and cut short, compared to the knobby little nubs I called fingernails. What was going on? I don’t even know this girl from Eve. I made it a point to keep my eyes focused on the screen for the rest of the flick.

About 15 minutes later, I felt a small twinge of excitement when again I felt her hand squeeze mine, harder this time. It was the climactic point in the movie with the killer stabbing the heroine from behind, only for her to make a getaway at the last moment. I looked over to her again and sure enough, her face was half-covered by her right hand.

This time I squeezed her hand back.

“It’s okay, I think it’s almost over,” I said.

She looked over at me and flushed crimson.

“Sorry … I knew that this was probably too scary for me to see alone,” she apologized.

I gave her a weak smile.

“It’s okay,” I replied.

She gave me a questioning look.

“Really it is,” I countered.

Soon enough the end credits started rolling across the screen. She was still holding my hand and I wasn’t going to say anything about it laying softly against mine. Honestly, it felt nice to have someone hold my hand, even if it was a stranger: a gorgeous girl, but a stranger all the same. Finally, she extracted her hand and looked over at me apologetically.

Then she said, “I’m so sorry, you must think I’m some crazy person grabbing your hand like that!”

I’ll admit I did think that at first, but the fact that she is very attractive quickly made me move on from that thought into more interesting ones. I became focused on her pretty face and how beautiful it would look with my pussy sitting on it.

Where did that come from?

I told her, “It was a really scary movie and I was pretty terrified myself. You’re lucky I didn’t grab your hand first!”

She gave a hearty chuckle.

She replied, “Well I appreciate you being cool with it, I’m Jess by the way.”

“Zara,” I quickly replied, extending my hand out to her.

She took it smiling that cute smile again.

“Zara, I do feel pretty bad about forcing myself onto you, a stranger and would like to make it up to you, would you be open to maybe getting drinks with me sometime?” she offered.

Holy shit! Did she just ask me out? My heart started pumping furiously. I’m sure my flushed cheeks were not doing me any favors by this point, so I answered slowly, “Okay, sure that would be nice! Are you doing anything right now?”

She broke into a wider grin and said, “No actually, I’m free for the rest of the night!”

I extended my hand out, gesturing for her to follow me out of the theater.

My mind was racing a mile a minute thinking about where we should go for this impromptu date. Is this a date? I don’t know how that just happened, but it’s been a while since I’ve taken an interest in anybody, so why don’t I just see where this goes.

Jess followed behind me and once out of the theater she questioned, “Do you have a place in mind?”

“No actually, I’m not that familiar with bars in this area. Do you have any suggestions?” I replied.

She thought for a moment. I took this opportunity to get a good look at her now that we had exited the dark theater. She had pretty, hazel eyes and strong cheekbones that accentuated her face. There was a little freckle just above her lip, sort of like Marilyn Monroe, that I found incredibly sexy.

“… Uh, we could go to this place a few blocks up that I’ve been to before. It’s got a great cocktail menu!” she said.

I agreed and we walked out into the cold together.

The bar looked like the ideal hangout for the college-age crowd (which I definitely was not), packed full of mostly young co-eds. It had jumbo-sized games of Connect Four and Jenga. There was even a single pool table in the back corner. We went to the bar and ordered two beers.

“I’m surprised you didn’t go for one of those fancy cocktails,” I said to her.

She looked a little shocked like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have. She replied, “Well you ordered a beer, so I took my lead from you.”

Her cheeks flushed crimson again. I liked being able to do that to her. It was an unexpected turn-on.

“Well, I’m not a big drinker and usually prefer a nice beer instead of hard liquor,” I replied.

To take away from the awkwardness that began to settle over us, I directed her to a sofa that two girls just got up from, by the Jumbo Jenga table. As we sipped our beers in silence, I struggled to find a topic to talk about with her. It’s been a while, (years) since I went out on a date with a beautiful girl like Jess. I was rusty.

Thankfully, she broke the silence, and asked, “What do you do for a living Zara?”

Okay, that was easy, familiar territory. I told her I was an IT administrator for a reputable financial services firm located off Wall St.

“What do you do, Jess?” I questioned. For some reason, I felt the need to use her name as she had used mine when she put the same question to me. Somehow it felt like we were moving pieces across a chessboard, each trying to gauge the other’s next move.

She answered, “I’m a Graphic Designer. Well that’s partly true, I’m in my final year of school for it anyways.” The blush crept across her cheeks again as a timid smiled formed across her full lips.

Her smile was so sexy, it made me lose focus as I began to wonder what other ways I could make her blush like that.

“That sounds cool. Have you thought about what you’ll do once you graduate?” I asked her.

“Yeah I interned at a tech startup this past summer and I will be accepting a full-time position with them in the fall,” she stated, matter-of-factly.

“Wow, you’re better than me Jess. It took me a full six months to land a job in my field after I graduated. You’re making me feel like a total slacker compared to you, Jess,” I complimented.

A little light shone in her eyes at the praise. She smiled big and leaned into me, placing her hand on my arm.

“No way, I’m sure that’s not true. You seem like someone who knows themselves well enough to go after what they want,” she praised.

Whoa, no one has ever said anything so direct about me before. Was she flirting with me? In the space of time spent thinking all this I still feel the heat of her hand still placed on top of my arm.

Feeling confident by her praise, I placed my hand against hers and said, “Do you want to play?” I motioned towards the Jenga blocks stacked on the table before us.

She quickly nodded.

We both stood up, the blocks were too big to play seated and decided to rock, paper, scissors, shoot to determine who would go first. Her paper covered my rock and she started by taking the first block off a bottom row, then placing it neatly on the top.

While she was bent over testing blocks to move, I couldn’t help but notice her firm ass. It was so perky to be as full as it was. It looked like she had done more than a few squats to get that ass. I moved to the side quickly to take my turn.

“Have you played this game before,” I questioned.

She gave me a guilty look, “Yeah, I come in here at least once a week with some of my friends and this is my go-to game in this place.”

I gave her a challenging look. “What do you say we make this game a little more interesting,” I proposed.

She got a wicked little grin on her face, raised her eyebrows for effect and said, “What’d you have in mind?”

“How about, winner gets to dare the loser to do something. Anything and the loser can’t refuse? Ground rules are you can’t dare anyone to get naked, but other than that, free reign on the dare,” I suggested.

“Hmm, that sounds interesting. Agreed!” she answered.

We shook on it, both with huge grins on our faces. This was already the most interesting night I’ve had since I don’t know when and I wasted no time contemplating what my dare would be if I won. Was it lame that I was thinking of asking her to kiss the most attractive person in the bar, hoping that she would kiss me? Suddenly, I felt like a teenage girl again hoping the bottle landed on me, so I could kiss my high school crush Lydia.

The first few rounds went quickly enough and it wasn’t until the tower started to sway back and forth on my last turn, that I was beaming with anticipation knowing that it was likely to come crashing down at the slightest touch. She moved around the table, gently prodding a few blocks at a time trying to find her next piece to move. The tower swayed back and forth but miraculously held as she moved her fingers away, placing her block at the top.

I gave her an exasperated look. Damn! Now it was my turn. I breathed as little as possible as I stepped closer to assess the leaning tower, searching for a block to dislodge safely.

I found one near the middle of the tower, which by this point stood taller than my 5’3″ on top of the little table. I took extra care placing it on top. Just as I moved my hand away to clear the tower, my foot grazed the table leg. WHAM! the tower came crashing down in a brilliant cacophony of noise.

She squealed with delight!

Fuck, I lost.

In my excitement to come up with sexy dares for her to do, I didn’t once consider what she would make me do if I lost. That was an impossibility in my mind that I’m now faced with. I was suddenly nervous contemplating the possibilities of what embarrassing thing she would have me do.

“I won!” she exclaimed triumphantly, a proud smile lighting up her face.

I looked at her sullenly and waited to hear the dare she would set for me. I was contemplating if it was poor form to back out of whatever dare she concocted if it turned out to be too embarrassing a task.

“Now what to have you do hmmm…,” she hummed mischievously, drumming her fingers against her chin. “Okay, I know. I dare you to kiss the cutest person in the room!”

HA! She came up with the same dare I had planned! I liked that way more than I should have.

“Okay,” I said rolling my eyes, “I’m going to need a stronger drink and some time to scope out everyone in the bar first”.

She seemed a little surprised by that. The slightest pout formed on her face before it quickly disappeared. “Good idea,” she replied quickly.

We both walked back over to the bar. As we sat down on two empty seats near the end, I ordered us two shots of tequila from the bartender. I made a show of looking around, checking out a few people at the other end of the bar while we waited for our drinks. Truth was, I hadn’t even looked at any other person since we came in here, not really. I didn’t want to make my plans too obvious though. I scrunched up my face in a curious gesture and could tell she was watching me out of the corner of my eye.

“What do you think, anybody you’d kiss in here?” I questioned her.

She smiled and made a big show of looking around too.

“Oh, I don’t know, there are a few girls in here that are pretty cute!” she countered.

Check: she said “girls”.

We both turned around as the bartender placed our drinks on the bar in front of us. She has clearly done this before, licking the salt she placed on her hand and then downing the tequila like a pro. She followed this with a quick suck of the lime wedge. I very much liked how she licked the salt, somehow, she made it look very sensual. I followed suit and downed my shot in one fell swoop. I was ready.

Reading my mind, she said, “You ready?”

“Yes, I’ll be right back,” I answered. Then, I got up and walked around to the area where a few sorority type girls were playing pool. One of them leaning across the table to make her shot. I had to admit she was attractive in a conventional way. I had always been more into the “not-so obviously” beautiful type. The sorority girls’ traditional blonde looks held nothing for me. As I walked around the table, I looked back to Jess at the bar, who was watching me, wide-eyed. Smirking, I kept walking on by. Circling the table, I made my way back to where Jess was sitting.

“Chicken…”, she started to say.

I walked right up to her then and kissed her full on the mouth.

The moment our lips met; I felt a Zing of electricity course through me. She was shocked at first, but she caught on quickly and reciprocated my kiss. The kiss was tentative at first, building, both of us finding our rhythm. Then the intensity increased as I felt her lips brush harder against mine. I could feel her tongue press against my lips, tentatively seeking permission, which I granted. Our tongues danced together as I felt her hands cup my face. I wrapped my arms around her waist and after what seemed like hours of our lips locking together in sync, we pulled away at the same time, gasping for air.

“Out?” she finished.

“What?” I asked.

“I thought you had chickened-out as you headed back to the bar,” she explained, “I wasn’t expecting what happened next.” She smiled widely.

“Well, you did dare me to kiss the cutest person in the room and it took some time, but it became very clear to me who that was. I would never back down from a dare,” I smiled back at her triumphantly.

“Oh, was that just for the dare, then,” she purred.

I replied, “No, that was a good excuse, but I must admit I wanted to kiss you from the moment we sat on the couch together.”

“Oh, I see. And how was it, did the kiss live up to your expectations?” she questioned. There was a hint of doubt to her tone.

I smiled again and shook my head. “I don’t know, I’ve only kissed you the one time and I’d need at least two more times to know for sure. I’m nothing if not thorough,” I said smirking at her, challenging her with my eyes.

This time she wasted no time. She leaned into me and I got the faintest smell of jasmine (her perfume maybe) as she grew nearer to me and cupped my face between her hands again. Our lips met and started moving in unison again. She tasted like fresh strawberries; it must be her lip gloss. Our faces intertwined together and this time, I placed my hands on her thighs and squeezed ever so slightly. I heard a soft moan escape between her lips and increased the intensity of our kiss. After several seconds, with more cupping and squeezing, we broke apart.

“Mmm… you’re a really good kisser,” she purred again.

“So are you,” I replied in earnest.

She smiled appreciatively.

Wow, this was so unexpected! I had no idea my usual venture to the movies would turn into this. It thrilled me. Building up all the courage I could muster, I asked her, “Do you want to take this back to my place?”

She smiled shyly this time and nodded her head in agreement.

She said Yes! Was it always this easy to invite a woman back to your place? Maybe it was just this city, where everyone is only interested in hookups. I smiled back at her and waved the bartender over, so I could settle the bill. We both got up and walked out of the bar together.

“Where do you live,” she questioned once we got out of the bar.

“Brooklyn, around Bushwick Avenue,” I replied.

“Okay, I’m closer, if you wanted to come back to my place. I live in the Lower East Side,” she offered.

That is definitely more convenient. “Should we hail a cab,” I replied.

“Yeah,” she said and grabbed my hand as she flagged down a yellow cab.

We got in and after she gave the driver the address, she mashed her lips against mine again. This time there was no tentativeness. She was passionate and demanding with her need. I responded in kind, extending my arms to grip her firm ass. She moaned that sweet little moan again in my mouth and that only made me squeeze her ass harder.

Suddenly she moved to sit astride my lap and her hands moved from my face down to my boobs. She squeezed them in her hands, kneading my nipples tenderly and this time I was the one eliciting a soft moan. All the while, the cab was making its way down 8th Avenue.

A quick twenty minutes later we had pulled up to a quiet street just off Delancey Street. We both chuckled nervously as we got out of the cab and I tipped the driver a twenty-five percent tip. It was the least I could do considering how we were grinding our bodies against each other while making out in the back of his cab. He took it gratefully and said, “Have a good night ladies!”

She grabbed my hand impatiently and pulled me with her up the stairs. After two quick flights up (thank god it was only three flights of stairs!) and inserting her key in the door, she turned around and beckoned me in. It smelled wonderfully clean and homey inside, which I was grateful for. A dirty or cluttered home is a major turn off for me. She actually had a great apartment, which I was honestly shocked to discover, considering she told me she was a student.

“Make yourself comfortable in there,” she said, pointing to what looked like a spacious living room.

I did as I was bid and sat down on the plush white couch. She went into what I assumed was her kitchen and I could hear her moving around opening cabinets and pouring some liquid into a glass.

“Would you like some wine,” she called to me.

“Yeah sure whatever you’ve got is fine,” I replied.

I was starting to get nervous again, sitting in her living room alone. The tequila shot had worn off by now and another drink sounded like a great idea. This all felt like a whirlwind to me. I just met this girl, I don’t even think I got her last name, just Jess. Was I about to have my first one night stand? Okay, I needed to calm down and stop over thinking this. This was what I was craving, after all, a new experience. Something to pull me out of the funk I’ve been in ever since my ex abruptly ended things with me two months ago. This is the longest I’ve gone without thinking about her. I can do this.

As I heard her moving around some more, I decided I didn’t want to wait any longer. I got up, moving towards the sounds coming from the kitchen. Jess had her back to me and was bent over looking in a drawer, for a corkscrew maybe? I walked up behind her pressing my body into her ample backside and wrapped my arms around her chest. She stiffened, clearly I had sneaked up on her.

“You scared me!” she exclaimed.

“Sorry,” I said laughing, “You scare easily. “You were taking too long, so I thought I would come and provide an incentive for you.”

I squeezed her breasts making sure to roll my fingers across where I could feel her stiff nipples poking out of her bra. I began kissing her neck and she leaned her head back to give me better access.

“Oh, that feels good,” she remarked.

“Tell me how good this feels baby,” I said as I ground my hips into her ample ass. I started moving my hips around grinding into her and she moved her own in time to mine, grinding her ass into me even more. We started to pick up speed as I took my right hand away from her boob and slowly traced a line down her belly to the button of her jeans. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, slipping my hand inside her panties. The first thing I felt was her smooth skin against my fingers as I sought out her clit. Finding it, I began to circle my finger around her clit in small circles. Her grinding intensified and her breath hitched in her throat. I squeezed her left boob in my hand, reaching under her bra seeking out her nipple. I rolled it in between my forefinger and thumb being careful to pull and squeeze at the same time. All the while, picking up speed with my other hand, circling her clit, round and round.

“Oh baby, just like that,” she cried out. Now I was sure she was wet enough for me, so I re-positioned my hand on her clit, sliding two fingers into her wet sex. She was gloriously wet.

“Mmm you’re so wet beautiful,” I purred in her ear. This made her quicken her pace of grinding into me. I thrust my finger sharply in and out of her tight little opening, not wanting to make her cum just yet. I was building her up for the crescendo.

Her jeans were making my movements feel labored with my ministrations on her sticky sex, so I removed my hands and slid her jeans off. Taking the momentary freedom from my assault she turned around and began kissing me hard again. This time nipping at my lip and ever so slightly pulling my hair as her hands ran through it. I squeezed her full ass then slid her panties down to her knees, she wiggled them down the rest of the way. I gripped her ass again this time, bare and it felt so soft and strong at the same time.

“I love your ass,” I told her.

“Why thank you,” she replied with a smile, reasserting her lips onto mine again.

I lifted her by her ass onto the kitchen counter and inserted two fingers deep inside her. I wasted no time and began finger-fucking her with vigor. I could feel her buck her hips against my fingers, meeting me, thrust for thrust. I circled my fingers inside her seeking out her G-spot. I found it in record time and thrust my fingers in and out of her sex faster making sure to rub her magical spot each time. I could hear her breath becoming ragged. We were really moving together now. She stopped her assault on my lips and reached for me, pulling my shirt over my head.

Once off, I quickly reinserted my fingers back into her not losing pace.

“Good, you work out,” she said admiring my tight abs.

She made short work of my jeans and pushed her hand inside my briefs seeking out my clit. She began rubbing her fingers in quick tight circles around my clit. I could feel her body tighten as she was getting close and I picked up the speed thrusting my fingers faster, in and out of her.

Finally, she found her release arching her head back.

It rocked across her whole body, leaving shudders in its wake.

After a few seconds, she looked me in the eyes hungrily.

“I want you now.”

She jumped down from the counter and pulled my sports bra over my head. She took a step back admiring my breasts. They were the bigger asset of mine and I liked the appreciative way her eyes roamed over my body. She approached me again, this time slowly kissing my mouth and walking us backward into the living room. As we bumped into her sofa, she pushed me down and laid on top of me. Her fingers grazed across my abs and down to my sex. She began fucking me agonizingly slow. Pushing two of her fingers in and out, slowly. Then, as I was about to force her to go faster her fingers unceremoniously pulled out.

She moved down my body positioning her mouth over my pulsing clit. She looked up at me with the sweetest smile and took my clit in her mouth. It felt so good, I lost focus on her face for a minute.

She rolled her tongue over my clit and sucked on it. Then she began her assault in earnest, flicking her tongue across my clit, faster and faster. This girl knew what she was doing. She avoided direct contact with my clit and instead focused her tongue just to the side of it. It’s like she knew my body as well as I did myself. Before I could think too hard on that. She pushed her fingers inside me again this time agonizingly slow. She was sucking and licking on my clit while pumping her fingers in and out of my sex.

“Oh my God, I’m going to cum!” I exclaimed.

The raw intensity of her mouth and fingers pulsing inside me and I was about ready to reach my climax when she abruptly pulled her fingers out.

“Not yet baby.”

The frustration I felt threatened to overwhelm me.

She started back again slowly this time, gripping my ass and positioning my legs over her shoulders. Her tongue darted across my clit every other thrust and it felt painfully good. She continued like this for several minutes, thrusting in my dripping sex, and licking across my clit, thrust and lick. It became a rhythm I clung to matching each thrust with my hips, pushing her fingers deeper and deeper inside me each time.

As I began to wonder how much longer my body could go on like this without release, she increased the tempo of her tongue. Now it was darting across my clit every thrust and then she circled it in her mouth. Taking her fingers out of me she moved her mouth over my sex and replaced her fingers with her tongue. Pushing her tongue deeper inside me and swirling it around my sex. Her fingers took over where her tongue left off on my clit and now this was the new rhythm my body clung to. As her intensity increased, I finally couldn’t take anymore and found my release. This orgasm was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It rolled through my body from the top of my head down to my toes. She dutifully lapped up all of my juices and this simple act made me orgasm again, rolling more of my sweet nectar into her waiting mouth.

After several seconds, I was spent.

This is what it felt like to have multiple orgasms, a first for me. Who was this woman and why had I not met her sooner?! She brought her face back up to meet mine and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on her lips.

We broke for air and I looked into her eyes admiringly.

“That was incredible, you are pretty good at this.”

“So are you, I haven’t cum like that in a while.” It makes me wonder what you could do with your mouth if you did that to me with just your fingers,” she challenged.

“Well, I’d be happy to show you beautiful,” I smiled at her in return.

“Yes, but let’s take this to the bedroom now.”

We both sat up and walked hand in hand to her bedroom, ready to continue what we started in her kitchen and living room.