God... where do I begin?
Last night....
Last night was the date.
Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
THE DATE
I waited patiently at the movie theatre for Hunter to arrive. My hair was curled, my makeup carefully done, and I wore my black and pink dress, fishnets, and low heeled black boots. I glanced over at the arcade, eyeing the Time Crisis 3 game. Should I be playing it when he came in? He'd arrive to see this ass kicking babe shooting up virtual soldiers..... Yeah, great impression.
I wandered into the arcade, and back out, when I suddenly saw him approach. His hair was cut shorter, and his beard was a little bit less shaggy. he wore a gray peacoat over his t-shirt and jeans, with a remembrance day poppy pinned to the front.
"Hey." He greeted me, hands in his pockets.
"Hey." I said, and my voice was all soft and fluttery. Dammit! How in the hell did he make me act like this. I pushed the thought aside, clearing my throat. "I got you your ticket ahead of time. The line was huge." He nodded, and reached in his wallet to pay me back in loonies and toonies.
We went up the stairs to the theatre, and we headed in. The theatre was pretty empty, unsurprisingly, since Paranormal Activity 3 had been out for a few weeks prior.
It was quite frankly, the worst horror movie I had ever seen. We pretty much cracked jokes the entire first half and hour.
I leaned against his shoulder carefully, trying not to press too hard into him. His hand casually brushed mine as he shifted around. Our previous sexual banter in our conversations over Facebook and text was on my mind, and the arousing subtext of our situation seemed to roar up past the plot of our innocent movie date. Very discreetly, I traced the edge of his outer thigh with the tip of my pinkie. I did this maybe twice, and then his hand suddenly darted out and grasped my hand, running his thumb along the fleshy crevice between my index finger and thumb.
Hook, line and sinker.
Despite knowing that i had just got what I wanted, I still blushed furiously, and thanked god that we were in a dark theatre. His hand was big, warm, holding mine with a strong grip. He had soft skin.
Hook, line and sinker.
Despite knowing that i had just got what I wanted, I still blushed furiously, and thanked god that we were in a dark theatre. His hand was big, warm, holding mine with a strong grip. He had soft skin.
We held hands for a while, and then, I felt his fingertips on the side of my chin. He carefully tilted my face towards his, and he went in for the kill, placing his lips on mine. Everything seemed to dissolve away, the soundtrack to the movie becoming quiet, as I relished the feel of his kiss, his fingertips tracing my cheek. It was the way I have always wanted to be kissed, but somehow never was. Our lips parted and I ran my fingers through his dark hair, the taste of him slowly melting me from within.
It was perfect.
He put his arm around me and I snuggled up close to him, laying my head on the scratchy wool of his coat.
The movie ended, and the small amount of people in the theatre began to clear out. We were the last to leave. Suddenly, when we were about to exit, he held onto my hand and pulled me back a bit. The theatre was now abandoned, and we were alone.
"Hey." He whispered. I look at him, and gave him a devilish smirk. "Hey."
"Heyyy, do you kiss on the first date?" The lyrics rang through my mind.
Sure enough, he pulled me in and kissed me, long and hard. I surrendered to him completely, and he pushed me against the wall. My hands flew up to knot in his hair as he cupped my face and pulled me in closer, our bodies pressing against one another.
After an undisclosed amount of time, we finally broke apart. We looked at each other and smiled. "I don't want anyone to walk in on us." He said. "Me neither." I answered. "You wanna get a bite?" He nodded. "Sure." He hugged an arm around my shoulder protectively, and we exited the theatre, like we'd done this many times before, like we were actually a couple.
We walked over to Prince Al's, a local diner in the downtown spot. We split a plate of fries and a butterscotch milkshake.
"So..." I said, attempting my best Sigmund Freud imitation, "Tell me about yourself."
He raised an eyebrow. "We're really going to do that?"
I laughed. "Okay, okay. What kind of music do you like?"
He paused, taking a sip of his milkshake. "Hmm.... well I like classic rock...." He flashed a grin and then went into a flamboyantly homosexual accent "....and long walks on the beach..." I cracked up.
We went on like that, discussing our childhood fears, our families, and how bad of an actor Nicholas Cage was. I spent several minutes trying to convince him that he was actually good in one of my favourite movies, Moonstruck. He wouldn't hear it.
We finally left the diner (he picked up the tab, even though I insisted on paying him back), and we went to the park nearby the diner. We avoided the tent city of Occupy Wall Street protesters, and wandered around along the paved sidewalks, grassy fields, and tall trees, already covered with christmas lights.
"Holy shit, go away Christmas." He exclaimed. I chuckled. "I know, eh?"
"It reminds me of when I was in July, and the back to school ads came up." He went on. "It's like, "I thought school was out forever?' And they're all "Nope, schools out for summer."
I laughed. "Yeah. Alice Cooper totally bullshitted us." I started humming "School's Out" to myself.
His hand escaped around mine, quickly, no fuss. Like it was second nature. Like he'd been doing it for years. Like that's where my hand was supposed to be; enfolded in his.
We sat down at a nearby bench, and he put his arm around me. There was just a small nip in the November air- not enough to chill me, but enough to cool me down.
Again, his fingertips brushed my cheek and he tilted my face around to look at me. However, he didn't kiss me.
"Let me stare at your eyes." He said softly. Writing it down now, it sounds like a cheesy movie line, but it sounded so natural, so real when he said it. I gazed into his eyes. Beautiful orbs of glossy chestnut brown, streaked with hazes of amber, gazed back into my own. I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking: that I would love to be eternally lost in those eyes.
"You have gorgeous eyes." I whispered. He smiled at me. "Thank you. So do you." I grinned. "What did you call them before? 'Dashing'?" He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah I did." There was a brief moment of silence, which I broke my leaning in and kissing him. I couldn't get enough of it. That first kiss in the movie theatre had opened the floodgates, and now I needed more. Thankfully, he seemed willing to give, and lord, did he give. He touched my face, my hair, my waist, pulling me ever closer.
I felt a vibration in my pocket.
"Dammit..." I hissed, breaking apart from his sweet lips, and looking at the caller ID. Mom. Fuck. I flipped it opened and answered. "Hi mom.... yeah, we're walking around Vic park... no, I'm not cold..." At that moment, Hunter nuzzled my neck and nibbled softly on my skin. "Hunter, stop it!" I whispered harshly, and he grinned back at me, pulling me into a bear hug. I giggled. "...yes mom. ...No, I don't. Okay, we'll meet you there. Yes, I had a good time. Okay. Bye." I snapped the phone shut and gazed mournfully at Hunter. "They'll be here soon."
"I'll have to take a rain check on hanging out at your place." He said. "My dad wants me to look after the kids."
Kids?
"I've got a six year old sister and a four year old brother."
I nodded. Predictably, we began to kiss again. He suddenly broke apart from me.
"You know..." He paused, and kissed me again. "I would love.." Another kiss. "To kiss..." Kiss. "Every..." Kiss. "Inch..." Kiss. "Of your..." Kiss. "Beautiful..." Kiss. "...body."
He paused again. "Sorry, I like to speak between kisses."
"Mmm. I'd love that." I whispered. He started to plant tender kisses down my neck, down the front on my coat. Sweet jesus. I had to wait for this?
We finally (I don't know how) managed to break apart and started to walk towards the parking lot where my mum and dad were picking us up. Before we reached the outer edges of the bandshell near the end of the park, he grabbed my hand, like he did before we left the movie theatre.
"I've got an idea." He said to me. He led me aside, off to a dark corner in the building. He pressed me against the wall, staring deep into my eyes.
"I know I have to take a rain check for alone time..." He murmured, "But why don't I give you the preview?" And with that, he kissed me passionately, and it felt like the air around us caught fire. He lifted up one of my legs, then hooked his hand under the opposite thigh and held me up, so I was held up against the wall, straddling him. He began to grind into me, and I flashed back to the dance, but this was so much more intimate, so much more intense.... I'd been waiting for this, and it was making it so much more sweeter. He kept going, faster and harder, his lips still kissing me devoutly, and I was taken over, mesmerized by this spectacle of teenaged lust.
He finally let me go and set me down gently. I let out a shaky gasp. "Holy shit." I managed to say. He smirked, took my hand, and we walked towards the parking lot.
I paused. "That was about the sexiest thing that I have ever seen." I admitted. "Really?" He mused, still smiling.
We got to the car, where my dutiful parents were waiting. They drove us over to Hunter's dad's house. On the ride there, Hunter picked up my hand, without warning, and kissed it softly. However, he continued to kiss, up my arm, like Gomez and Morticia from the Addams Family. I giggled softly. He looked up at me and motioned me to come closer. I did, and he planted a kiss on my lips, then whispered in my ear "You look very pretty." I blushed, smiled. "Thank you." I whispered back.
We got to his house, and I walked him to the door. "Is it okay if I kiss you in front of your parents?" He asked. I nodded, and we kissed one last time. "Goodnight." I said, smiling. "Goodnight." He answered back.
As soon as I got home, I wrote a poem.
"Hey." He whispered. I look at him, and gave him a devilish smirk. "Hey."
"Heyyy, do you kiss on the first date?" The lyrics rang through my mind.
Sure enough, he pulled me in and kissed me, long and hard. I surrendered to him completely, and he pushed me against the wall. My hands flew up to knot in his hair as he cupped my face and pulled me in closer, our bodies pressing against one another.
After an undisclosed amount of time, we finally broke apart. We looked at each other and smiled. "I don't want anyone to walk in on us." He said. "Me neither." I answered. "You wanna get a bite?" He nodded. "Sure." He hugged an arm around my shoulder protectively, and we exited the theatre, like we'd done this many times before, like we were actually a couple.
We walked over to Prince Al's, a local diner in the downtown spot. We split a plate of fries and a butterscotch milkshake.
"So..." I said, attempting my best Sigmund Freud imitation, "Tell me about yourself."
He raised an eyebrow. "We're really going to do that?"
I laughed. "Okay, okay. What kind of music do you like?"
He paused, taking a sip of his milkshake. "Hmm.... well I like classic rock...." He flashed a grin and then went into a flamboyantly homosexual accent "....and long walks on the beach..." I cracked up.
We went on like that, discussing our childhood fears, our families, and how bad of an actor Nicholas Cage was. I spent several minutes trying to convince him that he was actually good in one of my favourite movies, Moonstruck. He wouldn't hear it.
We finally left the diner (he picked up the tab, even though I insisted on paying him back), and we went to the park nearby the diner. We avoided the tent city of Occupy Wall Street protesters, and wandered around along the paved sidewalks, grassy fields, and tall trees, already covered with christmas lights.
"Holy shit, go away Christmas." He exclaimed. I chuckled. "I know, eh?"
"It reminds me of when I was in July, and the back to school ads came up." He went on. "It's like, "I thought school was out forever?' And they're all "Nope, schools out for summer."
I laughed. "Yeah. Alice Cooper totally bullshitted us." I started humming "School's Out" to myself.
His hand escaped around mine, quickly, no fuss. Like it was second nature. Like he'd been doing it for years. Like that's where my hand was supposed to be; enfolded in his.
We sat down at a nearby bench, and he put his arm around me. There was just a small nip in the November air- not enough to chill me, but enough to cool me down.
Again, his fingertips brushed my cheek and he tilted my face around to look at me. However, he didn't kiss me.
"Let me stare at your eyes." He said softly. Writing it down now, it sounds like a cheesy movie line, but it sounded so natural, so real when he said it. I gazed into his eyes. Beautiful orbs of glossy chestnut brown, streaked with hazes of amber, gazed back into my own. I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking: that I would love to be eternally lost in those eyes.
"You have gorgeous eyes." I whispered. He smiled at me. "Thank you. So do you." I grinned. "What did you call them before? 'Dashing'?" He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah I did." There was a brief moment of silence, which I broke my leaning in and kissing him. I couldn't get enough of it. That first kiss in the movie theatre had opened the floodgates, and now I needed more. Thankfully, he seemed willing to give, and lord, did he give. He touched my face, my hair, my waist, pulling me ever closer.
I felt a vibration in my pocket.
"Dammit..." I hissed, breaking apart from his sweet lips, and looking at the caller ID. Mom. Fuck. I flipped it opened and answered. "Hi mom.... yeah, we're walking around Vic park... no, I'm not cold..." At that moment, Hunter nuzzled my neck and nibbled softly on my skin. "Hunter, stop it!" I whispered harshly, and he grinned back at me, pulling me into a bear hug. I giggled. "...yes mom. ...No, I don't. Okay, we'll meet you there. Yes, I had a good time. Okay. Bye." I snapped the phone shut and gazed mournfully at Hunter. "They'll be here soon."
"I'll have to take a rain check on hanging out at your place." He said. "My dad wants me to look after the kids."
Kids?
"I've got a six year old sister and a four year old brother."
I nodded. Predictably, we began to kiss again. He suddenly broke apart from me.
"You know..." He paused, and kissed me again. "I would love.." Another kiss. "To kiss..." Kiss. "Every..." Kiss. "Inch..." Kiss. "Of your..." Kiss. "Beautiful..." Kiss. "...body."
He paused again. "Sorry, I like to speak between kisses."
"Mmm. I'd love that." I whispered. He started to plant tender kisses down my neck, down the front on my coat. Sweet jesus. I had to wait for this?
We finally (I don't know how) managed to break apart and started to walk towards the parking lot where my mum and dad were picking us up. Before we reached the outer edges of the bandshell near the end of the park, he grabbed my hand, like he did before we left the movie theatre.
"I've got an idea." He said to me. He led me aside, off to a dark corner in the building. He pressed me against the wall, staring deep into my eyes.
"I know I have to take a rain check for alone time..." He murmured, "But why don't I give you the preview?" And with that, he kissed me passionately, and it felt like the air around us caught fire. He lifted up one of my legs, then hooked his hand under the opposite thigh and held me up, so I was held up against the wall, straddling him. He began to grind into me, and I flashed back to the dance, but this was so much more intimate, so much more intense.... I'd been waiting for this, and it was making it so much more sweeter. He kept going, faster and harder, his lips still kissing me devoutly, and I was taken over, mesmerized by this spectacle of teenaged lust.
He finally let me go and set me down gently. I let out a shaky gasp. "Holy shit." I managed to say. He smirked, took my hand, and we walked towards the parking lot.
I paused. "That was about the sexiest thing that I have ever seen." I admitted. "Really?" He mused, still smiling.
We got to the car, where my dutiful parents were waiting. They drove us over to Hunter's dad's house. On the ride there, Hunter picked up my hand, without warning, and kissed it softly. However, he continued to kiss, up my arm, like Gomez and Morticia from the Addams Family. I giggled softly. He looked up at me and motioned me to come closer. I did, and he planted a kiss on my lips, then whispered in my ear "You look very pretty." I blushed, smiled. "Thank you." I whispered back.
We got to his house, and I walked him to the door. "Is it okay if I kiss you in front of your parents?" He asked. I nodded, and we kissed one last time. "Goodnight." I said, smiling. "Goodnight." He answered back.
As soon as I got home, I wrote a poem.
Lovesick
After all that time
After all the dreams, fears
Gnawing through my brain,
Sparking in my eye sockets-
After all that time, we finally got out
The chest paddles and pillows
Bringing the dreams back to life
And putting the fears to rest.
That heavy feeling is gone from
My chest, and I feel myself
Rising, blissfully happy.
I never thought a night like this
Could be so- powerful, so
Gentle, so passionate,
So sweet, so....
Contradictory.
And it seems you've turned me
Into a lover junkie.
And every kiss, every touch
Every second you stare in my eyes
Is another hit, another amazing
Exhilarating rush.
I'm blasting off on the high of you,
I can still taste you, still hear you
Still see, smell, feel you.
And I don't ever want to come down.
So slam me against the wall,
Give it all, provide me with
My drugs, you are
My dealer, and you are
The lovebug that's making me
So sick.
It was a night to remember.... my first date with Hunter C.
***
THE NEXT DAY
The day passed by in a blur. I was still in a daze throughout the whole day. I sprayed on perfume in the morning, but all I could smell was Hunter's coat, musky and warm, with a faint hint of cologne. I remember trying to feel through the contents of my backpack, but all I could feel was Hunter's lips on mine. I tried to focus on the equations on the board in chemistry, but all I could see was his face close to mine, staring me in the eyes. The lunch I bought tasted like ash in my mouth, because all I could taste was the sweet milkshake at Prince Al's, and the taste of Hunter's mouth. My friends tried to make conversation, but all I could hear were his murmured whispers in my ear, his low voice making me strain to listen.
At the end of the day, I saw him at his locker.
"Wassup, Peacoat?" I greeted him, walking up to his locker.
"Hey." He said, getting up from his kneeling position on the floor and hoisting his gym bag over his shoulder. "What are you up to?"
"Studying for a chemistry test." I made a face. "You?"
"I have to help clear out the locker room." He said, shrugging.
"Hannah!" I heard a voice exclaim behind me, and I saw Katie, a girl in my cast for the school's production of RENT, approaching me.
"They want you in the dance studio." She informed me.
I lifted an eyebrow. "The hell? The said they didn't need me."
She shrugged. "Guess they do now." And she bounded off. I sighed and turned to Hunter.
"Well. Guess I gotta dance now. Duty calls."
"Can I give you a hug?" Hunter asked.
"Of course." I smiled. He pulled me in and held me close. We pulled away from each other, and I smiled brightly at him.
Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed me.
In front of a hallway full of people.
"I'll see you later." He called out.
You can damn well bet I left the school squeeing myself silly.
-V.
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