It's Tuesday morning I see her in the office and I asked her
for a date
“No way! How many times do I have to tell you,” she says. “I
have a boyfriend.”
“I know and I feel real guilty about that.”
“You should he's your best friend.”
“Yes and I would not want him to find out.”
“Which is why it's never going to happen because everybody
knows everything around this place and it will get back to him.”
“I wouldn't want that to happen.”
“You better hope he doesn't find out about you keep asking
me because he will get really peeved.”
“I'm sure if we find the right time and place he won't have
to know.”
“But if he does he will really take it out on you he's a cop
remember.”
“An x cop and an ex-convict>
“Which makes him even more dangerous because he would make
people like you suck his cock in jail.”
“I am not gay.”
“It wouldn't matter to him he would fuck you up just on the
principal.”
“So, I guess this means you don't want to go out with me.”
“For the millionth time, no!”
“hat if I find the quiet little place where we can just be
together.”
“You really don't get the message do you?”
“It's difficult with you since I want you so much.”
“Flattery won't get you anywhere with me.”
“I wasn't flattering you I was telling you the truth.”
“Go away cuz you're not going to have this.”
The next day I ask her again.
“What did I tell you yesterday?”
“That was yesterday. Today I think I know a place we can go.”
“To be alone?”
“Yes.”
“But I don't want to be alone with yo. I don't trust you.”
“That's a mean thing to say.”
“It's the truth and you don't handle the truth well.”
“What if I promise to behave myself?”
“I wouldn't believe that either. I know how you feel about
me.”
“If you know then you know how desperate I am.”
“That's not my problem. I told you I have a boyfriend.”
“You're telling me you've never cheated on your boyfriend
before?”
“No I have not and I'm not going to start with you.”
“I promise really. There's a revival house down the street
that is showing some great movies. Why don't you just come with me there we can
have a small dinner or drink before or after and then you can go home.”
“let me get this straight: me and you in a dark place?”
“Yes,”
“No way!”
“I told you I’ll behave myself.”
“Knowing how you feel about me, I don't think that's
possible.”
“I will make the effort. Please! Please! Just one date and
then never again.”
You mean if I go out with you to the theater and a drink
then you'll never ask me out again?”
“That's what I said,”
“I will hold you to that. Meet me after work.”
We meet outside the theater. She came in her own car ;I came
in mind and she looks at me with little trust.
“you promised no monkey business, right?”
“No monkey business, I promise.”
Then we're inside and we find seats relatively in the middle
of the theater, just bright enough from the screen light to not be totally
invisible and where she seems to feel safe.
The problem is I'm sitting next to her and I smell her
perfume, and this is amazing scent that
I've sometimes catch in the office, wafting over from her seat across her mine
only now stronger, more significant and staring up in me something that I know
I can't control.
I put my arm around her shoulder
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Just getting comfortable.”
“Nobody said you could touch me or put your arm around me.”
“I'm not trying to do anything.”
“Yes you are. you know you are, and I know you are, so stop
it.”
A few minutes later I put my hand on her knee.
“What the hell is that about?” she says.
“Nothing I didn't mean anything.”
“Yes you did stop that, too!”
“Would it be asking too much if I got a kiss from you.”
“yes, it would because it won't stop there.”
This is true I know and yet I can't stop and so when the
movie goes on a little bit Ikiss the side of her neck .
“What did I say about monkey business?”
“There's nothing monkey about this.”
“If you don't stop I'm going to leave and you can watch the
rest of the movie by yourself.”
I know she means this and so I stop.
But then a short time later the love scene comes on to the
screen and I imagine that it is she and I making love up there not the actors
and so I reach over again and I stroke her cheek with the back of my fingers,
slowly, gently, and weaving them through her hair as I nibble on her ear.
“All right that's it!” she says and stands up
Just a kiss. That's all I want is just a kiss.”
“No it's not and you know it and I know it and if we don't
stop here it's going to get out of control.”
“Then you do have feelings for me?”
“I never said I didn't,” she says. “Now stop it.”
“I'm not sure I can stop.”
“I told you this was going to be a platonic date and I mean
it, no kissing, no rubbing, no touching. You get me?”
“Is that what you really want?”
“Of course, it's not what I really want but it's the way
it's going to be.”
“Why does it have to be that way?”
“Because I said so that's why.”
“What if I promise that will only do this once?”
“By that I suppose you mean you want to fuck me?”
“Of course I want to fuck you.”
“All right buster that's it. I'm out of here.”
She turns towards the aisle.
“Please, Don't go,” I say.
She stops and she looks down at me seated beside where she
was previously seated and she looks at me and she shakes her head.
“Why are men like you always so pathetic?”
“What do you mean?”
“You always want something you can't have.”
“Yes, I admit that when it comes to you.”
“Do you really feel that strongly about me?”
“I've never felt more strongly about anyone to buy whole
life.”
“If I let you kiss me will that be the end of it?”
“No, probably not.”
‘You win points for being truthful. So where does it end?”
“With our making love.”
“Use the word fuck. Don't hide it behind some fancy words.”
“All right, I want to fuck you.”
“Here? Now?”
“I can't trust to take you home or to go home with you your
boyfriend might be there.”
“Yes, he probably would be and he would kill you after he fucked
you up in every way possible.”
“So let's just make out here.”
“Like a teenagers? are you crazy?”
“It seems like a good place.”
“To you,maybe and your juvenile mind.”
“We can start it here then maybe find a motel.”
“Neither one of us get paid well enough to afford a motel
even if we combine the cost.”
“Are you going let me fuck you or talk?”
“I'll let you kiss me maybe. I'll let you touch me but
that's as far as it goes.”
She sits back down and when I put my arm around her she does
not cringe though she trembles little and when she turns her head, her eyes
seem to say yes when they had not before and her lips open slightly so that
they fit mine when I kiss her and then we are fully engaged ,my hand reaching
into her blouse and feeling swell of her breast, squeezing it a little,
touching it and then my pumping it with the whole palm of my hand, drawing
something out of it and then my hand moves down to her pants, to her thighs. She
is so wet I know that she has been lying the whole time and then I press my
fingers up into her pussy, moving them in and out, faster and faster. And faster
still. She starts to moan and then she stops again holding my hand down.
“I am not quiet when it comes to this,” she says. “Now stop
because we're going to draw attention.”
“But you really want to make love.”
“I want to fuck, yes, but not here, not like this.”
“I don't think we have another choice.”
“No, but we're not going to go there, not like this. I am
not 16 anymore and neither are you.”
So, we just sit and watch the movie again my arm still
around your shoulder but not doing anything, no monkey business, until suddenly
I feel her hand and reaching over to my cock, rubbing it through the fabric of
my pants, rubbing it faster and faster and then slowly and my cock comes out,
hard and she starts puming ii harder and faster and then she is on top of me,
her skirt up, her underwear down, my cock deep into her pussy, and she's going
up and down on me both in the same seat, faster and faster, harder and deeper
and I'm kissing her and I'm sucking her breasts and pull her closer, my hands
on her shoulders, my hands in her hair, my cock inside of her, faster and
faster and faster until suddenly I burst.
“Why did you do that?” she says climbing off me again.
“Do what?”
“Come inside me I never said you could do that.”
“I couldn't help it”
“There's a lot of things you can't help.”
“Yes, I guess.”
“If I get pregnant I'll kill you.”
“You mean you’re not protected?”
“Protection doesn't always work and if my boyfriend finds
out I'm pregnant I'm going to tell him who did it and then make you suffer the
consequences.”
“If I promise not to ever come inside you again can we do
this somewhere else?”
“There you go, big boy, you keep pushing it. “I said once
and that's it.”
“But I don't think you meant it.””
“It doesn't matter what I mean it; it's what I say. I said just
once.”
“But if I promise?”
“I don't believe your promises now. If we're done let's go
home I'm sure my boyfriend's going to want to fuck me, too.”
And even though we just made love, I'm jealous, envisioning
him now on the screen with the actress, making love, not me and doing it hard,
pounding her so much so that she's screams again and again and again and even
as we are ways down the street and I drive home if she drives to her place I
envision it all and how he is doing everything I would ever want to do to her.
The next day at the office, I say: Do you want to go out on
a date?”
I see there's hunger in her eyes she remembered what I
remember, wanting to do it again just as I do and she looks at me and says, “If you promise not to come in me.”
“I promise.”
“I don't believe you but you can come up to my place. My
boyfriend will be there.”
But there’s an odd look in her eyes that says she’s lying.
Why would she lie about her boyfriend being there?
Why would she want to be alone with the two of us together?
I guess I’ll find out once I get there.
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