*This is my first story, based on real events. Everyone is 18+ years old in this story.*
**I**t’s Sunday night. You’re comfy in your living room with your girlfriend watching a movie. One of those 1930s film noir movies with Edward G. Robinson, though you can’t for the life of you remember its title. Your girlfriend has an obsession with classic black and white movies, and somehow you became entranced as well by the entire mood of the era despite expressing no actual interest in cinema before meeting her. Certainly not classic black and white movies from the 1930s.
You’re lying on the sofa, spooning her. It’s a cool spring night and you’re covered by a woolen grey blanket. You’re wearing your checkerboard pajamas and a blue t-shirt. She’s merely wearing her black satin panties and one of your ultramarine-blue cotton sweaters. The size, too large for her frame, creates somehow a sense of vulnerability which was completely dissonant to anyone that knew her.