Chapter 24
The thing I feared most was falling for a scam, running into some gang that’d steal my kidneys or something worse. But honestly, for that girl, she could take everything from me without a fight. That’s why we set our first meetup in a busy mall, cameras everywhere and people all around. Safe.
We met on one of those dating apps. What started as casual chit-chat quickly turned intense. Hours, whole days swapping messages, sharing secrets, dreaming up possible futures. And yeah, you can guess what else grew between us. It wasn’t just talk. It was desire.
At night, I couldn’t sleep without talking to her. I’d grab my phone and we’d dive into those chats that stretched till dawn. The pics we exchanged came alive in my head: her flawless skin, the smile that took my breath away, the body I craved to feel. Truth is, I was already in love, without even realizing it. In a kinda silly, almost naive way, I got attached to her, even without meeting in person. I’d never been one to feel needy or fall easy. But with her, it was different. Maybe it was how she talked about her future plans or the way she made me laugh with the simplest things. All I know is she won me over like no one ever had.
And there I was, heart pounding, breath caught, a mix of anxiety and nerves taking over. Couldn’t think of anything but the moment I’d see her for the first time, face to face, in the middle of all those people. Standing there, eyes locked on the escalator where we planned to meet, everything felt like slow motion. She said she’d come with a bouquet of flowers, but honestly, I didn’t need any sign to know it was her. Her image was already etched in my mind, almost tangible — every feature, every curve of that face that kept me up nights, that I’d craved without even touching.
The minutes dragged like hours. My heart thumped so hard someone nearby might hear it. People went up and down the escalator, but none was her. Then I saw her. First the bouquet — red, vibrant, eye-catching. Then her. Exactly like I’d imagined, but even more radiant. Still on the escalator when our eyes met, my whole body reacted, a shiver running from my neck to my toes. She smiled. A shy smile like she didn’t know how to act, wearing a light floral dress, a little jacket for the theater chill, and light sandals on her feet — it was summer and hot outside. Her hair tied back, light makeup giving her a casual but innocent vibe.
I wanted to hug her and kiss her right there, in front of everyone, feel her body in a warm embrace, but the world is cruel and doesn’t like people in love. We squeezed into a long hug, like old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years. A lingering kiss on the cheek and she handed me the roses. Me, being the sap I am, almost teared up from the gesture. Without thinking, I gave her another kiss in thanks. A move that maybe lasted longer than it should, but no one seemed to notice. We walked hand in hand through the mall, laughing at dumb stuff, talking about things we already knew about each other, like the nerves had vanished in a flash.
“Girl, I need to kiss you so bad!”
She stopped for a second, looking at me with that side smile.
“Bathroom or cinema?”
The words came out together, like we’d rehearsed:
“Cinema!”
We laughed, partners in crime, hurrying our steps, almost running. Without overthinking, we picked the first movie showing. Didn’t matter the title or plot, we just wanted two seats in the worst spots, the ones nobody picks. The line was empty, good sign. Few people inside meant fewer prying eyes.
I was nervous and excited, hands kinda sweaty, but she seemed so calm it disarmed me. Every now and then, she’d pull me into a hug, steal a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth, or tuck my hair behind my ear, like it was the most natural thing. Each touch was gentle but loaded with intent, and my heart raced. I didn’t want to wait anymore. And soon, right there inside, I wouldn’t have to.
We waited eagerly for the lights to dim, sneakily glancing around to ensure the privacy we craved. The jackets we’d brought as an excuse for non-existent cold actually had another purpose — to create a little hideaway for what was coming. With shared mischievous laughs, we locked eyes, and then it happened: our first kiss.
The brush of our lips was soft, almost in slow motion, like time paused to watch us. The faint scent of her lipstick filled my nose, and my hand instinctively found her face, resting in a gentle caress. Between short kisses and quiet laughs, our mouths met again, and then our tongues danced for the first time. That moment burned like a live flame, consuming everything inside me.
Heat rose through my body, hitting me in waves, while her arms wrapped around me, intense and protective at once. Our mouths opened wider, making room for the passion now in charge. Impossible not to feel its effect on me, racing to secret, intimate spots, as desire carved its path through whispers and sensations.
“Watch the movie, girl?”
“What movie?”
I shot back in the same playful tone, shifting my position, obedient but counting every second of what she had planned.
I stared blankly at the big screen, but my mind wasn’t there. She laid her head on my shoulder, and for a moment, curiosity hit me: what was she up to?
Didn’t take long to find out. A sly, soft laugh escaped her lips before a determined hand slipped between my knees, asking for entry. Her nails grazed lightly over my thigh skin, pulling a heavy sigh from me without permission. I turned to her, eyes probably wide, but she just smiled — a wicked smile — while subtly signaling me to keep it together.
“Get your ass off the seat!”
“What? You crazy?”
“I wanna take your panties off!”
“No way, you nut! Just push ‘em aside, I ain’t going without panties in the theater!”
I tried to resist, clutching the fabric like it was my dignity, but it didn’t last. Between muffled laughs and teasing, I gave in. The panties, totally soaked, ended up in my purse, while my face burned with embarrassment. Every shift, the cool air against my skin just ramped up the shivers — and the adrenaline of feeling exposed in such a weird spot.
The vibe was a delicious whirlwind of excitement and youthful mischief. We were like teens pulling pranks, and I knew there were places where I could give myself to her completely. But the thrill of being there, laughing with her so close, swept me up even more. Her laugh, her warmth, everything about her felt like an invite to the impossible.
Her silly fingers explored more than needed. She knew exactly where to touch, but wasn’t after my pleasure — just teasing, that’s all. Clumsily, they slid through my wetness, finding the path between my lips toward entry. When they hit the spot, I had no strength left to fight. I surrendered, relaxing into the seat as my movements egged her on; without realizing, I was grinding.
My legs spread as far as caution allowed, giving her room to plunge deeper. A moan slipped from my lips, but her firm hand clamped over my mouth, silencing it quick.
I tried to hold back, my whole body tensing in resistance, but the intensity took over. It hit like an overwhelming wave, impossible to stop. My will broke, and I had no fight or screams left.
The explosion started at my core, radiating heat down my legs, up my belly, to my breasts that were sensitive, hard, on fire. I shook. The inevitable had happened: I’d come, right there in the middle of a theater, at the hands of someone I’d met in person less than an hour ago.
“You gotta control yourself.”
“No way… fuck… I came.”
“You don’t believe… you really came?”
“You think this is a joke?”
“You saying that to tease me or did you actually come?”
“Yeah, damn it. Get your hand off me please.”
Suddenly, she twisted her fingers inside me, drawing one last sigh. Then, with a slow, deliberate move, she pulled her hand out, showing the evidence with a naughty look.
“Look at you.”
She held up her completely wet fingers. The sticky fluid glistened, dripping down her hand, proof of how turned on I was.
Without breaking eye contact, she brought one finger to her mouth, tasting it with a teasing flick.
“Here.”
She offered me the other.
It was my taste. A flavor I knew well, but right then it felt different, like it had some spice that revved me up even more.
“You’re totally crazy, you know that?”
I whispered, pulling her close and kissing her hot mouth in a fierce kiss.
“I gotta pee!”
She said, laughing, pushing me lightly.
“You really think I’m walking out like this?”
I whispered, trying to sound firm but failing bad.
“Relax. No one’s gonna notice… unless I lift your skirt right now.”
She teased, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the exit.
“You’re kidding, right? This is a nightmare!”
I muttered, hiding my face with my purse.
“Come on, or I’ll have to handle it in the aisle.”
We both headed to the bathroom, halfway through the movie. What happened next, I’ll tell another time!