chose to contain myself. What stunned me was the range of emotions she’d made me feel in such a short time.
“Why are you so late?” I tried hard not to sound angry.
“I had to deal with some last minute shit.” She was shivering.
I took off my overcoat and wrapped it over shoulders. She said nothing. There was no time to ask for details. “Come on, we probably just missed the coming attractions.”
As I gripped her ice-cold hand and led the way into the theater, she shot me a quick guilt-ridden smile. That was likely as much of an apology as I would get.
Tonight’s feature was Camille, the l936 Hollywood tearjerker starring Greta Garbo as a Parisian courtesan who had to choose between the wealthy man who kept her and the promising young suitor who loved her. It was a good thing I had reserved tickets because the theater was packed. Our seats were toward the back, mine being next to an aisle so that I could stretch out my long legs.
I was right. We had only missed the coming attractions, and during the opening credits, I offered to get us something from the concession stand since neither of us had eaten dinner. As expected, Allee whispered to me that she would pay me back later. I’m sure she couldn’t see me rolling my eyes in the dark. Five minutes later, I came back with two hot dogs, a giant popcorn, and two Cokes. Allee was already engrossed in the movie and didn’t even notice.
As the movie progressed, we ate the hot dogs, sipped our sodas, and nibbled the popcorn. While Allee was intensely focused on the movie, my mind was elsewhere. Questions whirled around in my head. Should I take her hand in mine? Put mine on her thigh? Wrap my arm around her? The same damn questions I’d faced as an adolescent with those haughty Spencer girls. Even with last night’s blow job, I felt awkward and anxious. I wondered if Allee felt the same way and was thinking about me. It was hard to tell in the dark, and she was so focused on the movie. I finally let myself just enjoy the film. It was a great love story, and Garbo was at her finest and most beautiful.
As the movie was nearing the end, Allee unexpectedly clasped my hand and began to sniffle. The character Garbo was playing had just died of tuberculosis in the arms of her distraught lover. Her sniffles quickly morphed into whimpers and then sobs. I’m talking loud, heaving sobs. Movie-goers turned around to look at her.
She continued to cry unabashedly. Her sobs moved me in an unexpected way. They made me want to take care of her. It was another side of her that I hadn’t seen. Or anticipated. She let me brush away her tears with my fingers, and when that didn’t work, I offered her my hankie. She blew her nose hard into the cotton swag and softly mumbled “Thanks.” It was the first time she had ever thanked me.
The movie ended and the lights came back on. While the teary-eyed crowd made their way to the exits, Allee was unable to move. She kept sobbing and sobbing. She lifted up her glasses, and turned to me. I met her gaze. Her tear-soaked eyes made her even more beautiful than she was. I again wiped away the endless rivulets of tears. Without any resistance from her, I held her in my arms.
“Allee, what can I do?” I asked helplessly.
“Fuck me, Golden Boy.”
Thirty minutes later, we stood facing each other in my candlelit bedroom. I thought fucking her would be fast and snappy, just like our first verbal encounter. But it was just the opposite. Slow. Methodical. Sensual.
Allee gazed at me for a long while. I was about to make the first move when she softly said, “Madewell, I’m gonna undress you.”
I didn’t move a muscle as she expertly lifted my t-shirt over my head, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down my long legs. She then slid down my boxers and let them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them, the jeans, and my sockless loafers. I was totally naked. Her eyes roved up and down my body, lingering on the hard pillar of flesh
“Why are you so late?” I tried hard not to sound angry.
“I had to deal with some last minute shit.” She was shivering.
I took off my overcoat and wrapped it over shoulders. She said nothing. There was no time to ask for details. “Come on, we probably just missed the coming attractions.”
As I gripped her ice-cold hand and led the way into the theater, she shot me a quick guilt-ridden smile. That was likely as much of an apology as I would get.
Tonight’s feature was Camille, the l936 Hollywood tearjerker starring Greta Garbo as a Parisian courtesan who had to choose between the wealthy man who kept her and the promising young suitor who loved her. It was a good thing I had reserved tickets because the theater was packed. Our seats were toward the back, mine being next to an aisle so that I could stretch out my long legs.
I was right. We had only missed the coming attractions, and during the opening credits, I offered to get us something from the concession stand since neither of us had eaten dinner. As expected, Allee whispered to me that she would pay me back later. I’m sure she couldn’t see me rolling my eyes in the dark. Five minutes later, I came back with two hot dogs, a giant popcorn, and two Cokes. Allee was already engrossed in the movie and didn’t even notice.
As the movie progressed, we ate the hot dogs, sipped our sodas, and nibbled the popcorn. While Allee was intensely focused on the movie, my mind was elsewhere. Questions whirled around in my head. Should I take her hand in mine? Put mine on her thigh? Wrap my arm around her? The same damn questions I’d faced as an adolescent with those haughty Spencer girls. Even with last night’s blow job, I felt awkward and anxious. I wondered if Allee felt the same way and was thinking about me. It was hard to tell in the dark, and she was so focused on the movie. I finally let myself just enjoy the film. It was a great love story, and Garbo was at her finest and most beautiful.
As the movie was nearing the end, Allee unexpectedly clasped my hand and began to sniffle. The character Garbo was playing had just died of tuberculosis in the arms of her distraught lover. Her sniffles quickly morphed into whimpers and then sobs. I’m talking loud, heaving sobs. Movie-goers turned around to look at her.
She continued to cry unabashedly. Her sobs moved me in an unexpected way. They made me want to take care of her. It was another side of her that I hadn’t seen. Or anticipated. She let me brush away her tears with my fingers, and when that didn’t work, I offered her my hankie. She blew her nose hard into the cotton swag and softly mumbled “Thanks.” It was the first time she had ever thanked me.
The movie ended and the lights came back on. While the teary-eyed crowd made their way to the exits, Allee was unable to move. She kept sobbing and sobbing. She lifted up her glasses, and turned to me. I met her gaze. Her tear-soaked eyes made her even more beautiful than she was. I again wiped away the endless rivulets of tears. Without any resistance from her, I held her in my arms.
“Allee, what can I do?” I asked helplessly.
“Fuck me, Golden Boy.”
Thirty minutes later, we stood facing each other in my candlelit bedroom. I thought fucking her would be fast and snappy, just like our first verbal encounter. But it was just the opposite. Slow. Methodical. Sensual.
Allee gazed at me for a long while. I was about to make the first move when she softly said, “Madewell, I’m gonna undress you.”
I didn’t move a muscle as she expertly lifted my t-shirt over my head, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down my long legs. She then slid down my boxers and let them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them, the jeans, and my sockless loafers. I was totally naked. Her eyes roved up and down my body, lingering on the hard pillar of flesh
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