I will try separate what I now know of Renee from what I felt back then. For back then, Renee was the world to me, I worshipped her, did what ever she commanded. See, there, I used the word command; back then I didn’t feel like I was commanded as much as asked. Anyway, here’s the story.
We were to the movies, a quiet midweek night. Kevin Costner was strutting his stuff through an awful movie. I wanted to see it and Renee humoured me. The theatre was only half-filled, one of those micro theatres that don’t hold too many people anyway. There was a couple in the same isle, another behind and to the right of us, another a few rows down and almost in front and maybe ten more scattered around the theatre.
The movie was not twenty minutes in when Renee slid her hand along my thigh, pushing the skirt up a little, fingers rolling inside my thigh. Her hand rattled the popcorn bag. “Open your legs.”
“Sssh.”
“Open your legs, I said.”
I looked at her in the light from the screen and I saw she meant business. I opened my legs, forcing the skirt to rise up a little. Her hand continued its journey, her fingers brushing the crotch of my panties. She wiggled the tips of her fingers, playing with me through the fabric. She pushed harder, pushing the fabric into me.
She leaned close, nibbled my ear and whispered, “Go to the washroom and remove your panties.”
“Renee, please, we’re watching the movie.”
“No, you’re watching the movie and I want to fuck you. Now go remove your panties and when you come back, go past that couple to our right.”
I had to leave Kevin on the screen and make my way to the washroom. I removed my panties and put them in my small bag. I looked myself in the mirror and was surprised that my cheeks were rosy and my nipples were pushing against my blouse.
I made my way back into the theatre and excused myself to get past the couple. The girl was thoroughly annoyed and even more so when she caught her boyfriend checking out my legs. Could he smell me, could he smell my exposed sex?
