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<strong>Princess it was her go-to drink of choice when it came to soft drinks. And did he really just put his arm around her? No way, she thought to herself. Thinking that she had imagined the intimate gesture as wishful thinking, she felt his hand move lower then press into the small curve of her back guiding her away from the concession stand and towards the auditorium showing the movie. In her stunned haze she failed to notice that he had paid for the items and began carrying the loaded tray, holding it while deftly guiding her with his expansive palm splayed across her lower back.
Her mind struggled to process and reconcile what had occurred in the last few minutes. What was supposed to be a simple outing between two easy going coworkers was shaping up more like a first date between long-term platonic buddies who decided to take their friendship to the next level. She mutely followed behind him as he held open the door to the auditorium for her to enter. Her conflicting thoughts raced furiously through her mind, clashing against one another in an effort to determine the best course of action. Should she keep it simple and not read anything more into what had happened so far? Or should she leave her mind--and body?--open to the possibility of something...more? She didn't know, as she was torn between marital commitments and the thrill of a deeply coveted fantasy potentially about to come true.
Throughout her life she had always been attracted to Caucasian boys and as she got older, Caucasian men. But she came of age at a time when the tides of interracial dating had not changed swiftly enough for her to experience a relationship with a white guy. So she dated what was socially available: black men. However, one fleeting glance at a dark-haired, green-eyed white guy could stop her dead in her tracks. When asked about her preference in men, she would reply "I like my men as I like my chocolate...white!" In the past, a friend had accused her of fetishizing Caucasian men based on their physical attributes. But that friend had it all wrong because a fetish is something you need bahis siteleri to have sex. She didn't need white men for sexual fulfillment. She wanted to be with a white guy. To run her fingers through his hair, grasping it between her hands as he pumped into her. To feel the angle of his nose against her cheek as they kissed. But most of all, she wanted to see the contrast of her deep caramel skin against the paleness of his skin. All of these things contributed to her preference of white men. She'd had sexual encounters twice with white guys but nothing that amounted to overly memorable events. And now here she was, with a walking and talking tall drink of water in the middle of her desert. And damn if she wasn't feeling thirsty!
She snapped back to reality as she became aware that she had blindly followed him to seats he had selected in the middle of the second to last row of the auditorium. The cineplex itself had been around for more than two decades so it tried to stay relevant by catering to the changing tastes of moviegoers. It didn't have stadium seating as the newly-built theaters have but it did have wide seats that could recline slightly and armrests that could be levered up or down converting two seats into makeshift loveseat.
"Hey, can you hold this for a moment?" he asked, handing her the tray of food and drinks.
"Yeah...sure..." she replied absent-mindedly, taking the tray. She watched him shrug out of his suit coat and hang it over the back of the chair back next to him. He took the tray from her and balanced it on an armrest two seats over.
"Here let me help you out of your coat," he said. He moved behind her and grasped the top left and top right of her overcoat by the shoulder seams and pulled it down her arms. The crisp, earthy scent of his cologne wafted around her. She briefly closed her eyes, breathing it in as an image of him shirtless, chopping wood entered her mind. His fingertips grazed the back of her neck as they swept her long hair aside, seeming to linger. She suppressed a tiny shiver at the electrifying sensation.
"Thank you," canlı bahis siteleri she said as she watched him neatly fold her coat over a chair. "Such a gentleman."
"Well, my mama raised me to be a well-mannered boy," he said with an affected Southern drawl, reminiscent of Forrest Gump, then he quietly laughed.
"You are so stupid," she said laughing with him.
They sat down and settled into their seats. She placed her drink in the armrest cupholder to her right as opposed to the one that was on her left, even though she was left-handed. Glancing out of the side of her left eye she observed him doing the same in that he placed his drink in the cup holder to his left. Looking around the theater revealed they weren't the only ones that had decided to take a break and catch a midday flick. It was sporadically populated with no more than 10 people in total, with most seated six rows or more in front of them. Without thinking about it she reached for popcorn only to snatch her hand back as she realized that the popcorn was placed squarely in his lap. He let out a low chuckle.
"Sorry about that. I'll move it between us." He raised the arm rest that divided their seats, giving him a place to set the popcorn and also more room for them to be comfortable.
She was glad that the theater was dark and they weren't facing each other so he couldn't see the embarrassment on her face.
"Thanks." She reached for a small handful of popcorn and popped a few kernels in her mouth. It must have been popped before they had placed their order as it was still warm. It was also quite buttery which pleased her palate to no end. She loved butter the way some women loved chocolate. The house lights dimmed and then went black as the movie screen brightened with images from the projector.
They sat next to each other, munching on popcorn and sipping their drinks. Occasionally he would lean over and whisper an interesting tidbit about an actress or actor or a generally snarky comment on the trailers and commercials being shown. She would do the same as they settled into a comfortable canlı bahis rhythm of quietly passing information back and forth, nudging each other with an elbow to signal the other to lean closer so the bit of trivia could be heard without being too loud. Sometimes he would say something so funny and she would laugh so loud that the other patrons turned around to see what all the commotion was about.
"Sorry!" she whispered loudly, then settled into a fit of quieter giggles. She could see his smile as he laughed at her. But a short time later he had her in such stitches that she snorted like a pig. Her hand flew to her mouth in mortification and her laughs grew louder as she tried to catch her breath.
"Sshh!!!" could be heard from several people as they signaled their displeasure at the noisy couple in the back of the theater.
"Oh, piss off!" Rian loudly whispered back, throwing a handful of popcorn towards the rows in front of them. While this did nothing to end her fits of hysteria, she was able to reign it in. The trailers ended and the movie finally started.
She found the beginning of the movie interesting enough but during momentary lulls in the plotline she would reflect back on the events leading up where they were now. It had been quite some time since she'd been out on what was unquestionably a 'date.' He'd made the plans, ordered for them and paid for it all while she gamely followed. Actually, it was a welcome change since she was usually responsible for making most of the decisions at home and many of the major ones at work. She wouldn't describe herself as one of those women that spend all day dominating at work but needed to be submissive at home. But every now and then it didn't hurt to let someone else take the reins. Her eyes widened at the memory of him getting her order correct. Come to think of it, it seemed like he had quite a few details about her rattling around in his head. Back at the office, while suggesting a second lunch he brought up the Asian restaurant she favored. He seemed to know where she lived when he mentioned the insignificant distance to the movie theater, though he had never been to her home. Only someone that paid close attention to her would know about her affinity for butter and her love of orange soda. Maybe there was something more going--.