large grassy area where in the summer the town sets up a portable movie screen every Friday night. The townspeople bring blankets or lawn chairs and spread out on the grass to enjoy a double feature.
“I thought you might like it.” He grins and reaches over to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“I love going to the movies.”
He leans in and kisses me softly before reaching into the backseat to retrieve a small picnic basket and a soft blanket. He leads me out onto the manicured grass.
“What’s playing tonight?” I ask, and help him spread the blanket on the ground toward the left edge before the screen, against a tree.
“I’m not sure. Probably a chick flick.” He wrinkles his nose at the thought and makes me laugh.
“Not into chick flicks?”
“I’m a guy.”
“Yes, you are.” I kick my shoes off, sink onto the blanket, and glance around at all of the people. “Sit with me.”
“Happily.” He sits, his back to the tree, and pulls me against his chest, between his legs, knees bent. The previews begin and I sigh, completely content. The sun is almost down, leaving us in the glow of the screen and the moonlight behind us.
A few people I recognize, colleagues and parents of students, wave or call out greetings. Some look curiously between Josh and me, and I’m surprised to realize that it doesn’t bother me.
He’s a great guy and I’m happy to be out with him.
Josh wraps his arms around my chest and hugs me to him, kisses the top of my head, and we settle in to watch the movie. The first show is usually family friendly, and the second for more mature audiences, when parents leave to tuck their little ones into bed.
True to form, we are watching Tangled .
“I love this movie,” I murmur, and snuggle against him.
“You do?” He rubs my arms with his palms.
I nod happily and rest my hands on Josh’s thighs. I immediately feel a reaction to my touch: his thigh muscles clench and his cock comes to life against the small of my back. I can’t help but grin.
“Behave yourself,” I mutter, keeping my eyes trained on the movie screen. “There are kids here.”
“Your sexiness is distracting me,” he growls into my ear, and kisses the sensitive skin behind it, sending shivers through me. “Are you cold?”
“No.”
He chuckles and hugs me tight before releasing me to pull the picnic basket to our side. “I brought dessert.”
“What did you bring? Please say chocolate. Raisinets would be good.”
He raises an eyebrow quizzically.
“We’re at the movies. Candy? Popcorn?”
He smirks. “First date,” he reminds me with a smile, his dimple winking down at me.
“What did you bring?”
“Strawberries,” he replies with a straight face. “Covered in chocolate.”
“God bless you,” I say as he holds one up to my lips. I bite through the hard milk chocolate and sweet, juicy berry, and Josh’s eyes greedily watch my mouth. Suddenly I forget about the movie and the dozens of people sitting around us as I take another bite of the delicious treat.
“More?”
“My turn,” I whisper, and reach into the basket for another strawberry and offer it to his mouth. His eyes shine with mischief as he takes a bite and then bends down to kiss me, the chocolate and the juice from the berry on his lips. I lick them clean and he kisses me firmly.
“I’m about to make a scene,” he whispers, making me chuckle.
I pull away from him and munch on chocolate strawberries as he pours me a glass of sweet white wine.
“Red Solo cups are so romantic,” I giggle softly.
“I can’t pour it into wineglasses.” He shakes his head, a wide grin on his face. “Alcohol is prohibited in this park.” He places his finger over his lips, warning me to keep our secret between us, and then takes a sip of my wine before handing it to me.
“You’re not having any?” I take a drink.
“I’m driving us home.”
“Not for a while.”
“That remains to be seen.” He runs the backs of his knuckles
“I thought you might like it.” He grins and reaches over to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“I love going to the movies.”
He leans in and kisses me softly before reaching into the backseat to retrieve a small picnic basket and a soft blanket. He leads me out onto the manicured grass.
“What’s playing tonight?” I ask, and help him spread the blanket on the ground toward the left edge before the screen, against a tree.
“I’m not sure. Probably a chick flick.” He wrinkles his nose at the thought and makes me laugh.
“Not into chick flicks?”
“I’m a guy.”
“Yes, you are.” I kick my shoes off, sink onto the blanket, and glance around at all of the people. “Sit with me.”
“Happily.” He sits, his back to the tree, and pulls me against his chest, between his legs, knees bent. The previews begin and I sigh, completely content. The sun is almost down, leaving us in the glow of the screen and the moonlight behind us.
A few people I recognize, colleagues and parents of students, wave or call out greetings. Some look curiously between Josh and me, and I’m surprised to realize that it doesn’t bother me.
He’s a great guy and I’m happy to be out with him.
Josh wraps his arms around my chest and hugs me to him, kisses the top of my head, and we settle in to watch the movie. The first show is usually family friendly, and the second for more mature audiences, when parents leave to tuck their little ones into bed.
True to form, we are watching Tangled .
“I love this movie,” I murmur, and snuggle against him.
“You do?” He rubs my arms with his palms.
I nod happily and rest my hands on Josh’s thighs. I immediately feel a reaction to my touch: his thigh muscles clench and his cock comes to life against the small of my back. I can’t help but grin.
“Behave yourself,” I mutter, keeping my eyes trained on the movie screen. “There are kids here.”
“Your sexiness is distracting me,” he growls into my ear, and kisses the sensitive skin behind it, sending shivers through me. “Are you cold?”
“No.”
He chuckles and hugs me tight before releasing me to pull the picnic basket to our side. “I brought dessert.”
“What did you bring? Please say chocolate. Raisinets would be good.”
He raises an eyebrow quizzically.
“We’re at the movies. Candy? Popcorn?”
He smirks. “First date,” he reminds me with a smile, his dimple winking down at me.
“What did you bring?”
“Strawberries,” he replies with a straight face. “Covered in chocolate.”
“God bless you,” I say as he holds one up to my lips. I bite through the hard milk chocolate and sweet, juicy berry, and Josh’s eyes greedily watch my mouth. Suddenly I forget about the movie and the dozens of people sitting around us as I take another bite of the delicious treat.
“More?”
“My turn,” I whisper, and reach into the basket for another strawberry and offer it to his mouth. His eyes shine with mischief as he takes a bite and then bends down to kiss me, the chocolate and the juice from the berry on his lips. I lick them clean and he kisses me firmly.
“I’m about to make a scene,” he whispers, making me chuckle.
I pull away from him and munch on chocolate strawberries as he pours me a glass of sweet white wine.
“Red Solo cups are so romantic,” I giggle softly.
“I can’t pour it into wineglasses.” He shakes his head, a wide grin on his face. “Alcohol is prohibited in this park.” He places his finger over his lips, warning me to keep our secret between us, and then takes a sip of my wine before handing it to me.
“You’re not having any?” I take a drink.
“I’m driving us home.”
“Not for a while.”
“That remains to be seen.” He runs the backs of his knuckles
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