Page 125 of Beautifully Ruined

She’s trying not to look around, and I smile.

Me:Buy a ticket. Sit in the back row. In the middle.

Violet frowns.Her finger hovers over the screen but she turns, stomps off to get a ticket and then she goes and buys some popcorn and soda and heads in.

I smile.

There’s something so gorgeously wholesome about her popcorn and soda purchase. I think it’s automatic, but it’s that perfect off kilter touch that makes my heart sing, and my dick throb.

The moment she disappears into the theater, I go in. Get my ticket and then I buy her some candy. A box of Milk Duds and Junior Mints.

Then I enter the theater.

I’m late enough that it’s dark and the ads are done, the movie beginning.

I look around, and then I make my way along her aisle, slow, deliberately, and then I push past her and take an empty seat four seats down from her.

The air shimmers with expectations.

Violet’s vibrating. It sings in the air.

The movie plays, one I chose specifically for the erotic sensuality of it, and the psychological drama in French.

I’m shallow enough to know the appeal of the French language and understand that it won’t interrupt anything I’m about to do to her.

It’ll enhance.

There are a few people scattered in the theater, but no one sitting in our row.

The idea we could be caught by someone coming in later than me, or someone using the bathroom or even turning around is tantalizing, and something my girl would be thinking about.

She glances my way.

And I move up, leaving one seat between us.

She’s gripping the popcorn like her life depends on it.

I pop a mint into my mouth then offer her one, reaching over and shaking it in her face, and she almost rears back, not expecting it.

“You look lonely.”

“I’m…I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she whispers.

I shrug and take a handful of her popcorn. Then when I’m done, eat a milk dud and sit back to pretend to watch the movie.

She’s not really paying any attention. Neither am I, but I wait until there’s a sexual scene, and I rub my cock.

I’m already hard, but it’s got nothing to do with the film and everything to do with the woman next to me.

I take the popcorn from her and move it to the seat next to me and add my snacks to it. I really had no intention of eating it. I just wanted to give the feel of making it seem real.

Then I move seats again, so I’m right next to her.

I take her hand, undo my pants, and put her hand in there.

I almost lose it at the involuntary squeeze she gives.

“What are you?—”