Having His Baby
Tom and I sat in the back row of the movie theater. Our feet stuck to the ground from all the crushed popcorn and spilled soda. The lights were dimmed and we were all alone except for an old couple sitting in the very front. Some movie about finding buried treasure was playing on the big screen but we weren't there to watch a movie.
We held hands during the previews and Tom couldn't even wait for the movie to start before he began to suck on my neck. A rush of pleasure washed over me and I closed my eyes and lived in the moment.
"What if someone sees us?" I asked quietly.
Tom looked around. "Nobody will notice, Charlotte."
"I know but what if that couple turns around?"
"Let's make them jealous." Tom smirked and leaned in to kiss me. I parted my lips and pressed my mouth against his. My veins pulsed with adrenaline and my skin felt like it was on fire. Every time Tom touched me, it sent me into overdrive.
His hand wrapped around my head and pulled me further in. Our heads moved side to side, our lips lightly touching each other. I sneaked my tongue into Tom's mouth, feeling around, tasting his tongue with mine.
Tom nibbled on my ear as his hand felt the inside of my bare thigh. His hand crept underneath my skirt and I had to forcefully grab his hand and pull it out. Tom grinned as he kissed and started his pursuit again.
Don't get me wrong, I loved the way he touched me. Every hair on my body was sticking straight up. My body shuddered every time he ran his fingers along my thigh. But I wasn't ready yet. Tom and I had only been dating for a few months and I didn't want my first time to be in some crappy movie theater.
As we kissed, I pulled Tom's hand from between my legs. I was so incredibly wet and I knew that if he reached my panties, I was done for.
"What's the deal, Charlotte?" Tom asked, pulling away from my lips.
I averted eye contact and brushed my hair behind my ear. "I don't know, Tom. I just don't want to move so fast."
"But we've been dating for two months already. You've barely let me touch you, let alone have sex. Most girls would have given it up by now."
"Well I'm not most girls," I replied sharply. I started to rise up from my seat.
Tom put his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry, calm down. I didn't mean it like that. I just get frustrated some times. I really really like you, Charlotte."
"I really like you too, Tom." I relaxed a little and sat back down in the uncomfortable theater chair. "But I want my first time to be special. I want it to be romantic. Not in some gross movie theater."
Tom smiled. "Yeah you're right. I'm really sorry. Sometimes my brain doesn't work when I'm around you. I think it's because all the blood is running down here."
My eyes trailed Tom's hand as it moved to his lap and outlined his raging boner. My heart began to beat faster. My cheeks flushed with red. How much longer could I resist him?
"I'm just joking." he laughed, turning his attention to the movie screen. He didn't know how close I was to giving it up just now.
We spent the rest of the movie holding hands and sharing some sour candy. I felt a little embarrassed and my panties were still dripping wet.
After the movie was over, Tom drove me home. He pulled up to the driveway and turned the car off. "Sorry if I was being too forward."
"It's not your fault. Will you call me tomorrow?"
Tom smiled and showed all his teeth. "Of course." He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't with the same intensity as before. It almost felt like a brother kissing his sister. I stepped out of his truck and walked to the doorway. He watched me go inside before driving away.
All the lights in the house were turned off which meant my parents were asleep. Ever since I graduated high school I didn't have a curfew anymore. But I still didn't want them to know what time I came home. I tip-toed upstairs and into my bedroom. I slipped out of my skirt and peeled my drenched pink panties off my skin. I threw them in the dirty laundry basket and slipped under the cool covers.
My eyes felt heavy and sleep was only moments away. I thought about what my first time with Tom would be like. Candles and rose petals on the bed. Just like the movies...
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A couple days later and I hadn't heard anything from Tom. He said he would call me. After I couldn't take anymore, I broke down and decided to call him.
All I got was his voicemail. I left a message and sent him a text.
After a day of not hearing back, I knew what was going on. The bastard didn't even have the guts to break up with me. Instead, he decided to ignore me completely. Tears began to well up in my eyes and I wiped them away. I wasn't going to cry. Not about him.