The Cinema

Chapter 5: Can Life Get Better?



It was only about a week after Denni’s birthday when we had our first kiss. We talked every night either over the internet or on the phone for hours at a time, getting to know each other a little better each day. We both decided to make our relationship official and consider her birthday to be our first date. Things had been moving pretty fast, and whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was yet to be determined. It kinda frightened me because when my first girlfriend and I were dating almost 2 years before, our first kiss wasn’t until after our first month together. This was new to me, but at the same time it felt right.



Denni and I had just finished our shifts at work and walked out to the parking lot together, which started to become somewhat of a nightly occurrence. The theater parking lot was where everyone hung out whenever they weren’t working. Sometimes people would be relaxing out in the parking lot until well after the overhead lights shut off at one in the morning. Some of the mall security guards that patrolled the parking lots knew us and occasionally even hung out with us for a bit. It just served to prove that none of the employees had lives outside the theater.



I opened the side door of the theater that led to the parking lot and, to my dismay, it was raining. Denni took off running towards her car and I had no choice but to follow as she was still holding onto my hand. We sat in her car for quite a while just talking. We had only known each other for two weeks, but after the amount of time we spent over those two weeks talking to each other made me feel like I knew her better than most of my friends. To tell the truth though, I never really listened to a word she said while I was sitting next to her in her car that night. I’m thinking that may have been part of the reason for the number of awkward silences we had. The whole time, I just kinda looked at her. I gazed into her eyes and soaked in the beauty of her face, and thought about how lucky I was to have such a beautiful girl to call my own. But what really captured most of my attention was her lips. When she spoke, I watched her lips more than her eyes, and I wondered what she would do if I tried to kiss her. Anxiety suddenly set in and my heartbeat sped up. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to kiss her, but the shy, nervous boy in me couldn’t do it. I tried to calm myself and hide my anxiety from her. She was prone to ask questions, and I didn’t want her asking what was wrong if I started asking strangely.



I do remember that Denni and I eventually got around to talking about love and how it can sometimes trigger other emotions, like fear. I saw an opportunity and ran with it.



“Would it scare you if I told you that I love you?” I asked.



“Not if you truly meant it,” she answered.



I thought about this for a minute. I didn’t want to lie to her if I knew I didn’t love her, but at the same time I didn’t want to say I that I didn’t love her. I looked into her eyes again, and I knew my answer. I took the chance and leaned towards her. My heart sped up again as I anticipated her reaction. To my surprise, she leaned in and met my kiss. I closed my eyes as her lips pressed against mine. Time slowed to a crawl as we shared our first kiss. The anxiety that came before was now bliss as I savored the moment. While it seemed like minutes, the kiss only lasted a few seconds and when we broke the kiss we still lingered barely an inch from each other’s lips.



“I love you,” I whispered when I opened my eyes and met her gaze.



She whispered those same three words back at me and we kissed again. At that moment I was happier than I had been for the last two years. It wasn’t until after we parted at the end of the night that I realized that we could have shared our first kiss in the rain. If only there had been some way to get her out of the car, that first kiss would have been even more special. I was always a hopeless romantic.



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Eventually, Denni and I had taken a liking to spending time in a nearby park. We would go for walks, sit under a tree in the shade, and even goof around on the playground. There was one day when a photographer from a local newspaper was taking pictures in the park and saw Denni and I sitting on a picnic table holding hands and decided to snap a few photos of us. It was kinda creepy when he walked up without even saying anything and starting taking pictures, but he eventually introduced himself, asked us our names, and asked if we had any problems with him putting a picture of us in the newspaper.



So being the fan of classical music that I am, and enjoying my time in the park with Denni, when she invited me to an outdoor concert by a couple of pianists, I jumped at the opportunity. I loved my cuddle time with Denni more than anything else. The soothing classical music combined with watching the sunset on a blanket in the park would create a very romantic atmosphere that I was eagerly looking forward to.



When we arrived the concert venue, called Ravinia, in the mid-afternoon, we set up our blanket and had our lunch. One of Denni’s best friends, and her boyfriend, came along and the four of us chit-chatted while we ate and waited for the concert to start. We were there very early so we wouldn’t have troubles finding a place to spread our blanket out, which meant there was a lot of downtime before the concert actually started. Eventually Denni laid down with her head in my lap.



“Aww, is somebody tired?” I joked as I gently stroked her cheek.



Denni responded with a grunt and shifted her position slightly. Before long, the concert started. She shifted positions and moved her head off my lap so I could lay down next to her. She rolled onto her side, draped an arm over me and used my chest as a pillow. I was able to sneak my left arm underneath her and squeeze her close. We lay together for a while just listening to the gorgeous music and a few pieces into the concert I noticed Denni’s slow, rhythmic breathing. She had fallen asleep in my arms. It captivated me, and I was afraid to move so I wouldn’t wake her up. It started to get cold after a while so I pulled a second blanket over us to keep her warm.



Denni woke before the intermission with renewed energy. She decided to be mischievous and play games with me during the intermission so she stole my keys from my belt loop and hid them.



“Hey!” I exclaimed. “Give me my keys back.”



She just rolled onto her side to face me, gave me a little evil grin, and playfully bit her lip. That got me every time. I reached for her hands but my keys weren’t in either one.



“You’ll just have to find them if you want them back,” she said with a giggle.



I playfully glared at her and thought about where she could’ve hidden them. I tried prodding around underneath her side but had no luck, so I decided to get a little more risqué and I patted her down around her waist and lo and behold I found my keys sticking partially above the top of her pants. I stuck my tongue out at her as I put my keys back on my belt loop. Thinking I was safe, I let my guard down and she stole the keys again. She giggled at my frustration and I patted her down again. I felt my keys through her pants near one of her pockets, so I reached into her pocket only to feel fabric between my hand and my keys yet again.



“Don’t think I won’t reach for them in there,” I warned. My chivalrous side warned me not to reach for them, but I get really possessive about my stuff, especially the things I take everywhere with me, like my keys. I was determined to get them back.



Denni only grinned her evil little grin. She either didn’t think I was serious, or she really wanted me to reach down her pants. Either way, she didn’t prevent me from getting back what is mine. She squeaked as I finagled my fingers under the waist of her pants and retrieved my keys. I jingled them in front of her face as a taunt and with cobra-like reflexes she snatched them out of my hands again and reached under the blanket to hide them again. She looked at me and playfully bit her lip again. I finally realized she was playing a game so I decided to play along. So I patted her down and found my keys on the other leg, but this time they were lower. I would have to squeeze my whole hand inside her pants to reach my keys. So I did. But when I reached further than my second knuckles I realized I was still touching her skin. She wasn’t wearing any underwear! I looked at her with surprise and she sheepishly averted her eyes. I noticed her cheeks turn bright red. She must have had some sort of plan, so I decided to play along and see how far she would take it.



By then the intermission was over and the music started up again. I had lost track of everything that was happening around us and completely forgot that we were out in public, not to mention her friends were laying down on the same blanket just a few feet away. It never dawned on me until afterwards that I was reaching my hand down Denni’s pants over and over again in the middle of a public park with hundreds of people around us. It was a good thing we had a second blanket over us so we would be a little less conspicuous.



Every time I retrieved my keys, I would purposely give them back to her and she would hide them again. And every time she would hide them, she would put them closer and closer to her crotch. I was starting to enjoy this game. I stopped searching over her pants first, and just delved straight in right away. I figured she would stop me if I did something she didn’t want me to do. A second surprise came when she placed the keys directly below her bellybutton and a few inches below the waist of her pants. When I reached for them, I realized that her skin there was silky smooth. I had expected to run into some fur like I had with my first girlfriend. But Denni was cleanly shaven. It was a good feeling. I realized I had probably kept my hand there a little longer than I should’ve when she cocked her head to the side and gave me a confused look. I quickly grabbed my keys and returned them to her.



“I didn’t know you shaved there,” I said quietly as Denni blushed again. I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “I like it.”



The next round, I noticed her grin was bigger than usual. I had a pretty good idea of where my keys were now, so I made a plan of my own. However, as soon as I came up with the idea, I started second guessing myself wondering if I really should do it and my heartbeat started to race from anxiety. I remembered all the things my parents said about intimate relationships and that it was sinful to do what I was thinking before marriage. I hesitated for a moment as I thought about it. I couldn’t dishonor my parents and disobey them, but I finally decided that what I believed was more important than what they believed, and my beliefs on the subject opposed theirs. So I built up my nerve and tried to take a deep breath without her noticing, and I went for it. Slowly, I slid my hand down, brushed over the smooth skin until I felt the folds of her womanhood. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back into mine and bit her lip again. I still hadn’t reached my keys and I took her reaction as a sign that she wouldn’t stop me if I continued, so I did. I reached a little further and felt cold metal. Knowing exactly where my keys were now, I executed my plan. I returned my fingers to the folds and gently rubbed over them. Denni softly gasped but made no motion to stop me. I separated her nether lips and slowly ran a finger down the middle. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Remembering my surroundings, I stopped and pulled my keys out.



“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this here,” I whispered as I motioned to Denni’s friends behind her.



“Don’t worry about it,” she whispered back. “They’re probably doing something similar.”



I peered over Denni at her friends, and sure enough, they were locked in a passionate kiss half covered by another blanket. I could only guess what was going on under the blanket. So I gave my keys back to Denni, but she put them back on my belt loop and leaned in for a short kiss.



“You don’t need the keys anymore,” she cooed.



With that, I grinned as my hand returned to the inside of her jeans to continue my work. She closed her eyes again as my fingers grazed over the lips of her sex. I separated them and gradually worked a finger inside. She drew in a sharp breath as my finger penetrated her. Slowly, I worked it in and out not wanting to draw attention to us, but wanting to please her at the same time. She suddenly grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss. As much as I wanted to savor the moment, I stopped. That was the kind of action that would draw unwanted attention.



“Let’s continue this later, when we’re alone,” I whispered.



Denni agreed and we listened to the rest of the concert and cuddled. The concert closed with the Firebird Suite, by Stravinsky, one of my favorite classical works. I’m kinda glad we stopped when we did. I didn’t want to be preoccupied and miss the one piece of music I wanted to hear. We would have plenty of time to finish what we started later.



On the way home, we dropped off Denni’s friends and continued to her house. We took out the blanket, set it on her lawn and lay down. The stars were beautiful that night. I suddenly felt awkward about what I was about to do. I didn’t want to just roll over and ask her if I could, so I decided to just wait for the right moment. When that moment eventually came, I never wanted it to stop. However, the whole time I was somewhat hesitant about what I was doing, partially because of my inexperience and partially because I couldn’t get my parents words out of my mind. But when she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in for a very passionate kiss, all my worries blew away with the wind. Occasionally she would break the kiss, tilt her head back and let out a quiet moan as I hit that special spot with my finger, and every time I would get more and more turned on. I wanted to take it further, but I knew I shouldn\'t, at least not this early in the relationship. Absorbed in the moment, I lost track of all time and I suddenly stopped. Worried, I checked my cell phone for the time and realized it was after one in the morning, which was past the time I told my parents I’d be home.



“I’m sorry, I really have to go,” I apologized as I quickly helped Denni fold up the blanket. She walked me over to my car and turned me around before I could open the door.



“I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” She said.



She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss goodbye. I would have to think of a damn good excuse to explain to my parents why I was so late. But if I got in trouble, it was well worth it. I would never forget this day.