Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Before I had time to consider this, the cashier called "Next," and I let go of her warm hand and smiled through my sudden blush, "What would you like?"

The moment past, we ordered a big tub of popcorn to share and a couple of drinks. Once in the theatre and seated, we both had time to consider our feelings. We each grabbed some popcorn and ate, as a way to avoid the unavoidable upcoming and awkward conversation that we were both obviously insecure about. My phone rang and I jumped and it was a text from Karen.

Karen: Have u fucked her yet?

I went red.

Ashley asked, "You ok?"

"Yes," I replied, putting my phone on vibrate.

"Are you really going to the prom with Troy?" Ashley asked out of the blue.

I shrugged. "It happened so quick. One moment I'm a shy, nerdy outcast, the next a popular cheerleader. I never even had a chance to catch my breath before Karen made me say "Yes," so I did. Troy and I haven't even talked after that one time at school."

"Do you want to?" she asked, her question so insecure.

I loved where this might be going and replied honestly, "I don't know. I've never had a boy interested in me before, but now that I do I'm realizing something," I admitted, after a brief reflection. "What's that?" Ashley asked, hanging on my every word.

"I'm not really interested in boys." I threw the hint out there, scared to declare my confirmed lesbian status, as always afraid of rejection, yet hinting at it as a way to say I was available to her. After a brief silence I got even braver and asked, "Are you going with anyone?"

"I was supposed to go with Dixon, but we broke up last night," she revealed, opening the door for me the same way I just had for her, cautiously.

"Oh," I replied, "how did that go?"

She smiled, clearly not at all heartbroken by the ending of her relationship. "Oh, you know, the usual. He told me I was a cock-tease, a bitch and how much I would regret dumping him." "You dumped him?"

This time her hand went to mine eagerly and yet nervously and she revealed, "I've fallen for someone else."

My face flushed again and for a long moment I was speechless. After a lingering silence that spoke volumes, I asked after some of the informative volume managed to seep into my head, tentatively, nervously, even though every sign was screaming yes, "Me?"

"Yes you, Jenny, you dummy," she admitted, slapping my shoulder playfully. "I'd always questioned my sexuality even though Karen's been calling me lez forever, and the fact that I never remotely wanted to have sex with Dixon only enhanced my questions about my true sexuality. Dixon and I never had intercourse. I gave him head a few times, but that was it and I can't say even that was remotely appealing." After a pause she added, "Other than the odd fooling around with the girls in hotels at cheerleading competitions, I'm rather inexperienced. I went way further with you the other night than I ever have with anybody! Not that I'm complaining... about the you part."

"I was inexperienced too until very recently, as in totally inexperienced except... you know, by myself," I admitted, hoping to make her feel less insecure about her lack of experience.

"Jenny, I like you, I mean I like-like you," she admitted nervously, putting her heart dangerously on her sleeve, her cheeks ruby red.

I didn't hesitate when I repeated her words back, "I like-like you too, Ashley."

Her eyes lit up, her cautious smile breaking wide open as the sunshine and ignoring the quickly-filling theatre, she leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was soft and tender; cautious and sweet. It only lasted a few seconds, five maybe, before we broke it, realizing the setting for such intimacy wasn't ideal.

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Our feelings now out in the open, and can you believe it mutual hooray, we had a full movie to sit through, giving us time to silently consider the repercussions of our declarations to each other. I assume Ashley was pondering how her very Christian family would take the news, while my worries went in a completely opposite direction. Even though Karen had already approved Ashley's and my relationship, I pondered how to deal with having not only two Mistresses but now a girlfriend! Did I actually have a girlfriend? Was that how to describe what this was? Just a couple of weeks ago I was a virgin and ignorant of my sexuality (although I had sneaky suspicions) and now I was very confident of who I was, or at least about the label. The lights dimmed, the first of many trailers began and I was too nervous to reach for any popcorn because it might get awkward. I wanted to hold her hand, but even after our declarations and our kiss I was still nervous. After the first trailer, which I could tell you nothing about with my head ping-ponging inside over my insecurity and excitement, Ashley, sensing my anxiety and thank goodness way more confident than I was right now, turned to me and asked with a teasing smile as she purposely dropped a couple of pieces of popcorn down her very nice cleavage, "Do you want some popcorn?"

I blushed like I had so many times this past week. "I'd love some."

I glanced around slyly, nervous of others seeing, before leaning over and using my mouth to retrieve the popcorn pieces perching on top of her small but firm, well-showcased breasts. I returned to my upright position chewing, but Ashley pointed out as she unbuttoned one, then two buttons on her blouse, "Careless girl, you missed a piece."

My mouth dropped open slightly before I leaned over and retrieved the last popcorn piece from right between her small athlete's breasts in their white lace bra. I felt a rush as I sat back up and thoroughly chewed that lucky piece of popcorn. Ashley didn't fix her blouse as she offered me some more popcorn in the traditional way and returned to watching the screen with a sexy smile on her face. I helped myself to some more popcorn (in the traditional way) and, now relaxed, I watched the trailers with my sexy girlfriend or whatever she was, although the bit about sexy wasn't part of the question.

A few minutes into the actual movie once it started, Ashley put the popcorn tub down and entwined her fingers between mine. A chill electrified my spine and a sweet warmth filled my body.

The next hour and half, give or take, was the most uncomplicated and most amazing little period of time of my life. Everything just made sense. We watched the movie, both of us content just to be together with our declarations and the indescribable inner warmth that went with them. Neither of us ever touched the popcorn again, neither of us willing to let go of the security and good feelings that went with simply holding hands.

As the credits ended, as they inevitably had to, I felt a wave of disappointment, not because the movie was over, but because our first date, this small ripple of perfect time, was ending. Real life was always so much more complicated than any single small, welcome moment of bliss that always ended. Even as we both sat quietly and the credits rolled, I wondered: now what?

Eventually we were the only two left in the theatre and Ashley finally spoke, breaking the lengthy awkward silence, "So I guess we didn't eat much of the popcorn."

The words spilled out of my mouth without thinking, "That wasn't what I was hungry for."

A second later when I realized what I'd just said, I tried to apologize, "I'm so sorry, I don't know why...."

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My apology was stifled mid-sentence by Ashley's soft lips.

Her tongue parted my lips and we were soon sharing a tender, passionate kiss like nothing I'd ever experienced. I imagined the fireworks above my head exploding like in the movies as yet another chill of pleasure snaked up my spine. The kiss lasted only a fraction of a minute before the lights began to flicker, asking us to leave. Ashley asked, "Do you want to come over to my house for a bit?"

"Sure!" I agreed eagerly, my loins on fire even though I assumed there was no way we'd be able to do what I was craving.

Ashley took my hand, entwined (isn't that a lovely word?) our fingers again and led me out of the theatre. A couple of people noticed, but I didn't care. I was a lesbian and I no longer wanted to pretend otherwise. In a move totally unlike the old me, I even blew a playful kiss to some guy I caught watching us.

In her car we drove in a comfortable silence, both of us content with what we had shared and declared, although I was still nervous and excited at the possibilities of a relationship... good and bad. It was hard to believe that today had started with me attempting, failing and then succeeding in seducing Miss Morgan (which was exhilarating), was followed by my walking in on my Mother being dommed by Karen (which was really scary and upsetting), and now I was potentially in a real relationship (which was still pins and needles, but hopeful too). It was all so surreal, the kind of stuff you read about on Literotica, not the kind of stuff that actually happens... yet it all had happened and this crazy day wasn't yet over. Pulling into her driveway, Ashley announced some news that instantly sparked a fire down below, her tone trumpeting she was thinking about the same thing I was. "My parents are at some charity event and won't be home till late." But then like we kept doing to each other, once we were in the house she suddenly was nervous and unsure what to do. I tried to help by asking, not so subtlety, "So, where is your room?"

Her face went red, but it seemed to give her the tiny push she needed. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her room. On the wall were posters of various eighties bands. She apologized, "Sorry, I love the eighties." "Me too," I said, and began singing, "Wake me up before you go-go, don't leave...."

She joined in and we danced and goofed off, allowing the awkward tension to fade.

Exhausted and giggly, I fell back on her bed. She looked at me doubtfully. It was my turn to be the brave one and I felt up to it right now, so I smiled and teased, "Come over here, Ashley, I don't bite... hard."