Heather and Michael

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I was late. I’m never late. At least, not for the movies. I hated missing the previews. If Jack and I hadn’t had that fight, if he’d just called sooner and said he had to work late—again—I wouldn’t be practically running into the theater. Finally—ticket, small buttery popcorn and small blue raspberry Icee.

The first preview was playing as I walked in, and a quick survey of the seats revealed only one other person there who was sitting in the second to last row at the top. I sat 2 rows down and a little to the left. After the second preview, the person sitting behind me got up and walked to my aisle. “Hey, do you mind?” He pointed to the seats down my row. “Seems kind of silly us being the only two people here and sitting separately.” I gave him an apprehensive look and he held up his hands and said, “It’s okay, I don’t bite, for real,” and gave me a reassuring smile. I finally nodded “yes” and he slipped past me and sat several seats down.

Throughout the first half hour I noticed he and I laughed at the same times, and I caught him looking my way a few times at a particularly good part. I’m not even sure what compelled me to do it, but I got up, walked over to him and nodded toward the seat next to him, and he motioned for me to sit.

There was a bright part of the movie shortly after I sat down, and so I glanced his way since I could see him more clearly. He was definitely handsome, but not even in the typical sense. There was something about the way he moved, even though his movements were slight. His elbows rested on the arms of the seat, and the fingertips of his hands met in front of him, like he was studying the scene. Confident, I guess, is how I would describe him. His lips were full, and he wet them with his tongue from time to time. But when he laughed, there was a childlike playfulness in his eyes.

It just happened. I’ve heard people say that, but I’ve never understood it. I always thought people made only conscious decisions and everything else was just an excuse, but I finally understood. I asked him if he wanted some of my popcorn, and when he went to reach for the bucket I pulled it away. He looked at me amused at first, then somewhat puzzled. My eyes fell to rest on those lips, and when I brought my eyes back to meet his, he wasn’t amused anymore, and he cleared his throat. I reached into the bucket and pulled out a piece of popcorn and brought it to his lips. Without breaking our gaze, he took the popcorn in his mouth, and then proceeded to lick the butter from my fingertips. My stomach did an instantaneous flip.

It didn’t take him long to sit up in his seat, bringing his right hand to my cheek, and his eyes searched my face. His chest rose and fell a little quicker, and every few seconds he would frown slightly, as if he wasn’t sure if he should keep going. We said nothing. I knew he wanted permission, so I parted my lips and leaned in closer. Heat, cold, wet. Tongues gliding past each other. His breathiness was intoxicating and I couldn’t keep my eyes closed, I wanted to see everything. When he finally pulled back, I felt so lost. It was like we had spent half a lifetime in that moment, and I didn’t want it to end.

My hand found his thigh, and that alone made him catch his breath. He half smiled, half frowned, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. We never broke eye contact, and communicated in the unspoken language of desire. He guided my hand to his erection that was straining beneath his jeans. I licked my lips, suddenly feeling desperate to not only touch him, but taste him.

I quickly threw my jacked on the floor in front of him and slid on my knees between his legs. I undid the fly of his jeans and he lifted himself off the seat just enough so I could slide both his jeans and his boxer briefs down his thighs enough to let his manhood breathe. His dick was beautiful, and I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped my fingers around it. I looked up at him and he was smiling, too. I stroked it a few times with my hand, then ran my tongue all along the shaft. When I finally took him in my mouth he whispered, “Oh fuck!”

My hair was now in his grasp and he held it to the side to keep it out of the way. He tasted so damn good, and as I brought him in deep and then back out again, he never once looked away. And yet, we still never spoke. With each taste I knew he was close. I brought his other hand toward my head and he helped me take him in as deep as I could, over and over again, until he finally came and I felt the warmth and sweetness of his cum sliding down my throat. I made sure that he was clean before I let him go completely, and then I got off my knees and bent over to kiss him. I’ve never been kissed like that before, hungry and satisfied at the same time. While he pulled on his briefs and jeans, I gathered up my things and moved back to my original seat. There wasn’t much left of the movie, and neither of us really knew what was going on anymore, but we sat there until the end, and we never spoke.

Michael was paralyzed. At least, that’s how he felt. She hadn’t even looked his way for the last 20 minutes. He had no clue what to do. He didn’t even understand what had just happened. He could still smell her—vanilla and mint—and he could still taste her. He ran his hand through his hair. What the fuck had just happened? He saw her get up to leave quickly as the credits started to roll. He thought about giving her a head start, but he couldn’t let it go, he had to know. He quickly got up so he wouldn’t lose her in the crowd. He kept a good enough distance, didn’t want to scare her, but not enough distance that he would lose her.

As soon as there were less people around he called out to her, “Hey!” But she didn’t respond. He walked a little faster, calling out again, but she acted like she hadn’t heard him. He caught up with her as she reached her car. “Hey, hang on a minute. Please.” At that last word she stopped and turned to him. She kept looking down at her feet, then crossed her arms over her chest. He had to chuckle. “Wait a minute, are you playing shy now?” She looked at him, but with her head still down, and she looked so damn sweet, and so damn sexy at the same time.
“I’m not playing,” she said. “I actually am a little shy.”
“Well, with all due respect,” he said, “You did just have my dick in your mouth.” She looked up at him with a sheepish grin, and her cheeks were bright pink. “Oh my God, you’re actually blushing,” he said, more of a statement than a question. “Listen, I just needed to ask you what that was back there.” She shrugged her shoulders and shuffled her feet, and although less than an hour ago he wanted to fuck the shit out of her, right now he wanted to take her in his arms and just hold her.

“I don’t know,” she finally said.
“So what, you go to the movies by yourself so you can blow complete strangers?” The minute he said it he knew he fucked up. She looked up at him and tears formed in those beautiful blue eyes, the same eyes that only moments ago were full of lust.
“That’s not fair. You don’t even know me.” She turned to open her car door, but he stopped her.
“Hey I’m sorry, that was out of line. I’m just really confused right now.” She turned back around and let out a sigh.
“You probably won’t believe me, but I’ve never done anything like that before. Like, never. I can’t decide if I’m impressed by my boldness, or disgusted by it. I don’t know, when I finally saw you in the light you just seemed like someone I had met before, or someone I’d known all my life. It’s hard to explain, and I know that sounds crazy. I just thought you were handsome, and when you smiled and licked your lips, I don’t know something just kind of “snapped.”
“Oh, so now you’re blaming my lips?” He smiled, and she finally laughed.
“So…you’ve never had that happen to you before?” He shook his head no.
“Uhh no, I can honestly say that I have never experienced anything like that before.”
“Honestly,” she began, “while I was sitting there trying to watch the rest of the movie, I just figured you would chalk it up as one of those Penthouse or Playboy moments, you know, and we would never see each other again.”
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.
“Honestly?”
“Of course.”
She looked down and then looked at him through her eyelashes and said, “No, that’s not what I wanted.”

This time, it was he who looked down, smiled, then looked at her and said, “I was hoping you would say that.” She took one step closer to him, cocked the eyebrow above her right eye, smiled and said, “So, what do you want to do now?” He chuckled and said, “Ahh yeah, now there’s the woman from inside the theater.” He searched her face as he moved closer, eventually pressing her against her car. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I need to fuck you.” She inhaled sharply at his words, and when he brought his head back to look at her he said, “But first, I get to taste you.”

There was no hesitation in their movements, no trying to interpret what she wanted. He kissed her more urgently this time. His hands found her breasts, then the buttons on her shirt. Once inside he teased her hard nipples with his fingertips, and all he saw was fire in her eyes. Her head rolled back as he kissed her neck, her clavicle, that sweet spot between her breasts, and she whimpered as he sucked on her tits, flicking her nipples with his tongue. When he met her gaze again she said only one word…please.

He maneuvered her to the front of the car, but still on the side, and lifted her onto the hood. As she kissed him she would whisper just one word onto his lips…please. She laid back and he quickly lowered her jeans and panties to below her knees. From the glow of the streetlamp he could see the smoothness of her skin, and it made him want to taste her even more. He first kissed the area right above her clit, and her right hand found his head. He bathed her clit with his tongue and she said “Fuck!” and her left hand also found his head. She tasted so fucking good and he wanted to make her cum just like that, but his dick was being selfish. He pulled her up and kissed her, and she looked into his eyes and licked all of her off his lips. She reached for the button of his jeans and he quickly helped her. He wanted to fuck her so bad, but he also didn’t want it to be over. He started to slowly move her back to a laying position but she stopped him.

“No, not like this,” she said. She got off the car and turned around and pressed herself into him. His dick felt so good against her ass, her breast so good in his left hand, and her clit throbbed with the touch of the fingers of his right hand. She leaned her head on his chest and turned slightly to kiss him. “Please,” she whispered.
“Please what baby?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“You need this dick in that pretty pink pussy?”
“Yes…please!”

He bent her over the hood and didn’t even need to tell her to spread her legs. He opened her up with his fingers and could tell how wet she was. He wanted to be more gentle as he entered her, but the utter craziness of the evening wouldn’t let him. She had the kind of ass he liked, soft and round, but open enough he could see everything. Her pussy was so wet and tight and he knew he wouldn’t last long, but he so wanted this to last forever. He didn’t know why, but this girl messed with his head and he’d never wanted another woman more. As he fucked her she pushed back and said, “Harder!” He asked if she was sure and she said yes, so he fucked her like he wanted to, hard and fast. He thought this night couldn’t get any more erotic until she said, “Will you put your thumb in my ass?” And he did not need to be asked twice.

When they finally came, they were both out of breath, both sweaty, both finally searching the parking lot to see if anyone had seen. He pulled up his briefs and his jeans, then helped her slip back into her panties, and she finished with her jeans. As she sat on the hood of the car, he helped to button her blouse, and when he was done she crossed her arms over her chest and looked down. He placed his finger under her chin and lifted her head to look at him.
“Hey, are you playing shy again?”
“I told you, she said, “I am shy.”
“Girl, if that’s shy I’d like to see you uninhibited.” And she blushed.
“Damn but you are one hell of a contradiction.”
That right eyebrow arched again and she reached for his right hand. She held it with her fingers, then closed all of his and left the thumb erect. She looked at him and smiled and started to bring the thumb to her mouth. “Wait, that’s the one I…,” but she already knew, and she held his gaze while she tasted herself.
“Fuck me,” he said, “I think I’m hard again.” And she blushed.

He didn’t want to leave, but he knew he had to. Rachel would be wondering what had kept him so long. “I gotta run,” he finally said.
“Oh yeah, me too.” She smiled.
He got only a few steps away before he turned around. “Hey, can I ask your name?”
“Of course,” she said, “it’s Heather.”
Of course, he thought. Of course she had a name like that.
“Can I ask yours,” she said.
“Michael,” he answered. “It’s Michael.”
“Well, nice to meet you Michael.”
“You as well.”

He sat in his car for 10 more minutes before he could finally put it in drive and leave. She had been gone that long, and he regretted not finding out more about her, a regret he would probably have for the rest of his life.

Heather wasn’t even sure how she made it home, or how long it took her to get there. The house was empty, as usual, and her first instinct was to take a shower, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to wash away the places where he had been. She wanted to be able to smell him, to smell them together. She didn’t even care if for some reason Jack came home, she wanted to “be” with Michael as long as possible. Michael. Someone she didn’t know, but someone she felt closer to than even Jack. It sounded ridiculous in her head, but she still regretted not asking for his number, or if she would ever see him again. A regret she would probably have for the rest of her life.

by H.L. Ridge