He laughed and he got this gleeful look on his face, and then nodded toward his crotch. Outlined in the dim light, pressing against his tight jeans, was his rock hard cock.
“Oh,” was all I could think to say. He was pretty big, as far as I could tell, and obviously not shy about it. Blushing deeply, I turned and headed back toward the theater door, walking fast.
“It’s your fault,” he called out after me. I turned around and flipped him off, grinning madly at his joke, before heading back and pushing through the door. I stepped out into the lobby, mind reeling.
The Wonder Twins were standing behind the concession stand closing out the drawer while Miss Havisham hovered over them, obviously making sure they didn’t screw up the count. I guessed that happened a lot. Chelsea was either still in the box office, or she had already left. Miss Havisham gave me a smile and waved me over.
“How was your first night, dear?” she asked.
“It was really good. Noah walked me through everything.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he did,” I heard Chuck say quietly. I gave him a look, and if I had the power to explode heads with my mind like in that Cronenberg movie, I would have. He caught my look and immediately went back to counting his money. Miss Havisham pretended like she hadn’t noticed the exchange.
“Good, I’m glad. Noah can be such a help sometimes.”
It was a bit odd hearing him described that way, but it was true: he had been a huge help. I had expected him to slack off and basically ignore me, but he had been the total opposite. He was attentive and dutiful the whole night, and went out of his way to make sure I was comfortable.
I wondered what else he did that was attentive and dutiful.
“Would you mind helping Chuck and Mikey finish up here, Linda?” Miss Havisham asked, pulling me back into the world.
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks dear.” She gave me a smile, then walked off. I looked at them, and they both grinned at me. Great. I guess Chuck saw what Noah and I were doing, and already shared with Mikey, probably through their weird best friend telepathy.
“Not a word,” I said. Mike shrugged and Chuck mimed zipping his lips shut. I walked around the counter and began helping them close out the drawers.
Soon, Noah emerged from the theater, and gave me a nod. I smiled back, and he walked over.
“Usually, the new person cleans the bathrooms. But I’ll give you a pass tonight,” he said.
“I don’t mind,” I said, not wanting Chuck and Mikey to make any comments.
He shook his head. “You got it tomorrow night.”
Before I could argue, he walked off toward the bathrooms. I gave Chuck a look, and he pretended like he wasn’t silently laughing at me.
The Wonder Twins were about the most mature college kids I had ever met.
As we finished up, I ran through my encounter with Noah in the dim theater again. I couldn’t believe he had opened up to me like that. He obviously had a difficult childhood without his mother. I could relate; my father was pretty distant, though he was still alive and well. Noah clearly didn’t get along with his father, though I couldn’t tell how much that stemmed from his father dating too much, or from typical family angst.
Suddenly, it hit me like a truck. I felt like the floor opened up beneath me and I was in free-fall. I almost had to hold onto the counter to keep myself from collapsing.
How could I have been so stupid?
Obviously, because Noah’s kiss was a little distracting. That was fair enough: I was still reeling from it. But I should have noticed right away and pressed him on it. When I asked him about our parents, he said he already knew about the feud! Which meant, when I had asked him the week before if he knew anything about our parents, he had lied to me.
I couldn’t believe it. Why would he have any reason to lie? We hadn’t known each other very well yet, and there was no point in hiding something from me. He clearly had known all along, and let it slip because he was too busy trying to get into my pants to keep his story straight.
That must have been why he lied in the first place: in his mind, if I had known about the feud I may have been more unwilling to sleep with him.
The world opened up in front of me, and I felt like I was drowning.
“Chuck, do you guys need me anymore?” I asked, on the verge of panicking.
He looked at me oddly. “No, you’re cool if you want to cut out.”
I nodded my thanks then practically ran over to the box office. I grabbed my stuff and left, hurrying up the stairs, not bothering to look back. I didn’t care that I looked like a psycho running out of there suddenly; I couldn’t risk seeing Noah again. I didn’t know what I’d do. Probably scream at him, maybe smack him in his cocky face. I was so angry that he had lied to me, but more than that, I was upset that I had fallen for his bullshit. He didn’t care about my family or me. All he wanted was to get into my pants just like every other asshole on campus.