(This is a continuation of a story I wrote. The prequel to this was lost. The setting: I have met a cute girl at a musical, and we fooled around a little bit, and now we are trying to figure out what to do next.)
We walked out of the theatre hand in hand. Her shoulder kept brushing up against my arm as we navigated the crowd. Every bump of her skin against me was like a wave that reminded me of what we had “discreetly” done just a few minutes ago. We stepped out of the warm theatre into the cold February night. There was a bit of wind that pierced right through my shirt, making my muscles tense up a bit and I reflexively got closer to her, and she did the same. She said “Bbrr!!” And looked back at me with her big blue eyes. “We should take my car together to get to the ice cream spot!” She said through clenched teeth, trying not to shiver any more.
We walked up a few flights of stairs. The ground was so cold and hard that each step almost sent a sharp chill into my foot and up through my leg. I saw the lights flash from unlocking the car and we hopped in her old Toyota Sequioa. She turned the heat up full blast, which felt like a quick immersion back into the open from its high fan speed blowing the cold onto my face. Her hands were clenched together in the cold. I grasped them with mine, holding them firmly yet gently like they were a baby bird fallen from the nest. She smiled and blushed, bringing a bit of color back in to her cheeks.
“So about earlier… I just want to say I don’t know why I did that. You’re very sweet. But I really shouldn’t have let you get away with that.” She said. “So I’d appreciate if you didn’t make any more moves tonight. I have to work tomorrow and really shouldn’t be up too much later.” She said, almost furrowing her brow. “Can you promise no more funny business?”
I smiled sneakily. “Oh yes! No more funny business. That’s not me.” She moved her head more assertively towards me. “I’m serious! If you want to see any more musicals with me you better cut it out.” I rolled my eyes, looked out the window, and then back to her. A few snowflakes had landed on top of her head and hadn’t melted yet, making a tiara that glistened in the light of the overhead lamp. She took out her ponytail and I could see that her hair was actually quite long. Resigned, I promised that >I< would not start any more funny business, but only if she didn’t as well.
“Great! Now, we need to get to the ice cream parlor. There’s a really good one on the other side of town. If we hurry we might just be able to make it.” She said, putting the car in reverse and heading out of the garage. She asked about my car; I was parked in free parking in a neighborhood, so she could drop me off there later and I wouldn’t have a charge from the garage.
We drove down the Main Street in the town in the traffic from the musical. She looked frustrated. “Ugh! I hate traffic.” She said. I said “Really? You’re so good at taking things nice and slow.” With a smirk. I thought back to when she had her head on my shoulder, perfume plume rising up to me, and her hand in my pocket, playing with my pre-cum. “Hey! Remember what I said?” She said. She changed the subject. “What do you think you’ll do when you’re done with school?” “I’m not really sure. Probably go to grad school. I’ve learned that I want to work on pretty specialized projects and grad school is really the only way for me to get there.” I said.
“It’s just so… satisfying to really get to know one thing. To get really deep in to it and know it outside and inside.” I was being honest, but also seeing how far I could push the boundary without getting in trouble again. She shot me a knowing and mad look when we hit another red light. We talked a bit more, not really noticing the red lights any more. She said she was interested in being a PA because it would afford her a lifestyle where she could still have a family and still do adventures.
We entered the lot at 10:59 and raced out of the car, but the Gelato place was just closed. “Seriously!!” She said, to no effect towards the employee flipping the sign. I consoled her by rubbing her arm through her coat. Only the trace of my finger would have been felt through the coat and the dress. We went back in to the car, the only ones in the lot at this point, to see if there were any more open shops.
There was a bit of frost building up on the window as we pushed through the google results to see what our options were. I pretended to have found something as an excuse to tug on her shirt sleeve – “Hey, this place looks like it’s got some sweet stuff” – She unassumingly bent over the middle to see on my phone what it was, and I gently held her chin as I pressed my lips against hers. My nose was gently rubbed against hers, I could feel her pulling my bottom lip in to her lips, making my heart beat even faster. My other hand had pushed back her hair from her ear and gently tugged on the upper cartilage. She pulled back for a second, then leaned back in, kissing me loudly in the car two more times. I went from being soft to being hard as a rock in just three kisses.
She pulled all the way back, and said “Hey! That was definitely not allowed!” Her hair on one side was a little messy, giving it a sexy messed-with vibe. Our warmth had made the windows fog up so we could no longer see anything outside except the faint glow through the windows. I had one of her hands and was playing with it as she scolded me. She got so cute when she was mad.
“You better set the record straight then,” I said, not breaking eye contact. You could feel the tension between our gaze. It pulled us together, practically magnetically. She leaned in again to kiss me, and I kissed back. She moved her arm rest out of the way to get closer to me and I pulled her on top of me in the roomy passenger seat. I hiked her dress up to her hips as she grinded against me. I had one hand up by her ear, playing with her hair, and my other hand was making movements around her ass, eventually slipping inside of her lacy panties. Her hair was as soft as silk and incredibly fine. She was seated on her knees, so her hips were grinding up against me around my second button from the bottom on my shirt, her chest was about at my chin, and she was looking down on me to kiss me. I moved my hand from her ass to her freshly shaved legs, going from ass to the back of her leg to her calf and back again.
Her hands were on my hair, playing with the gel. I pushed down her around her chest to reveal a lacy black bra underneath. My head was blocked behind by the headrest, on either side by her coat, and ahead I was kissing her neck and her collarbone, slowly suckling on her skin and making loud kissing noises. She was grinding so hard on me that I think I could actually feel a tiny bit of her wetness seep through her panties and then my shirt. She reached down behind herself to find my cock, just as rock-hard as when she left it. “Oooh… big boy…” She moaned as I suckled on her skin. At this point the vents had finally warmed up the car enough that the frost and the condensation had dissipated; I could see that the streetlight was becoming more focused. I slowed my hands down and leaned back to admire her beauty. “Don’t want to give others a free show” I said. “What if we get some ice cream from the store and make a sundae at your place?”
~to be continued~
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iqzqem/getting_frisky_with_a_girl_i_met_at_the_theatre