10 years earlier.
I retrieve my phone from my jeans pocket and push the button.
7:39.
"She's late," I say aloud to an empty room.
We made plans to hang out even though our project was over. I took it as a good sign when she asked if I wanted to be her partner again for the next project. There was something about this girl that made me want to see more of her. She was sweet, had a sense of humor and was fun to have conversations with. She even turned out to be kind of a dork which was mildly alluring if I am honest with myself.
I wanted to see if there was a spark between us outside the confines of school. I didn't have anything sinister in mind, more of a curiosity. Besides I was sure I was too old for a sophomore in college.
Her knock brings me out of my thoughts.
I walk to the door and glance through the peephole. I smile at the sight of her. I open the door ready for an enjoyable evening.
"Sorry," she says flustered, "Some asshole cut me off on the freeway and I missed the exit. I had to double back. Did you miss me terribly?"
I laugh at her and open the screen door slowly taking care it doesn't hit her, "I forgot we were even hanging out today, but since you're here..."
I take a step back and extend my left arm welcoming her in.
"Right," she rolls her eyes and brushes past me.
She drops her purse to the floor next to my couch and begins to walk around my apartment.
I close the door and head for the couch.
"What are you in the mood for?" I ask as she pulls my copy of The Taming of the Shrew from the bookshelf. She flips through some pages and reads quietly ignoring my question. I watch her a moment before she closes the book smiling.
"Sorry, I like that part," she returns the book to it's spot, "What did you say?"
"Just curious if you had anything in mind for us to do," I dismiss my thought as quickly as I say it, "You like Shakespeare?"
"Who doesn't?"
I laugh, "A lot of people from what I understand."
She heads to my DVD collection browsing, "You must be hanging out with the wrong people."
I nod my head, "Probably."
She picks up SLC Punk and shows it to me, "What is this?"
"You've never seen it?
She looks at the back of the case shaking her head, "No."
"It's good. We could watch it," I offer.
She shrugs disinterested.
"Well then pick something you are interested in watching. I have plenty to choose from."
"I see that," she laughs. "Do you have the entire James Bond collection here?"
I take a mental inventory, "I believe so."
She raises her eyebrows, "Wow."
"You don't like 007?"
"Not enough to own every movie made about him," she remarks sarcastically.
"So what do you like?"
She continues looking at my movies searching for an answer to my query. She bends down to reach for a DVD and I cannot help but to check out her ass.
She stands up triumphantly waving a yellow case back and forth, "Found one!"
She walks over to where I am sitting and hands me my copy of Kill Bill.
I nod in approval, "Good choice. You like Tarantino?"
"I do," she smiles pleased with her choice.
I stand up to take the movie from her, but she holds onto the edge firmly.
"Problem?" I ask unsure of what she is playing at.
"No problem," she responds unfazed, "Just glad you invited me to hang out."
She lets go and sits on the couch.
I smile, "Sure thing kid."
I walk over to the DVD player and turn it on.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" she questions my motives as I insert the disc.
"What, kid?" I ask amused. I forgot she doesn't know how old I am, it never really came up before.
"Yea, we're both in the same class. I know I look young but come on."
It was true, she did look young. It was her round face and inquisitive nature that really sold it.
"We might be in the same class," I shake my head returning to the couch to sit beside her, "but we are not the same age."
She shoots me a puzzled look, but seems to disregard the thought.
I start the movie curious about her ambivalence.
We watch the movie in relative silence. I catch her eyeing me subtly, but pretend to not notice.
She leans into me as the Pussy Wagon roars out onto the street.
"You falling asleep?" I joke pushing her shoulder with mine.
"Not at all, just getting comfortable." She returns to her former position placing her head on my shoulder. "Is this your favorite?"
"Tarantino movie?" I finish her thought.
She nods her head.
"This is good, but Pulp Fiction is his best."
"Why do you say that?" she asks looking up at me.
"Because it is a fantastic movie," I assert, "Why, which is your favorite?"
"True Romance."
"He didn't direct that," I explain to clear up any confusion on her part.
She shrugs, "He wrote it so it still counts."
I sit up ignoring the current Tarantino flick we are watching, "I like True Romance too, but it's no Pulp Fiction."
"I'll have to take your word on that, I never finished it."
I grab the remote and pause the movie feeling genuinely shocked.
"I'm sorry, did you just say you never finished it?"
She sits up and turns to face me smiling smugly.
I feel my pulse quicken at the challenge. It seems there is something between us after all.
"Then how can you discount it?" I push the issue always in the mood for a good spar.
"Easy. I didn't like it enough to finish it therefore it isn't his best work."
I laugh in disbelief of her faulty logic, "Aside from the obvious reasons you are wrong, I really question how you can claim any sort of opinion without seeing the movie in its entirety first."
"I am not wrong," she insists playfully, "Let's just say I'll take a love story over sodomy any day."
I laugh at the insinuation, "And the scene where James Gandolfini beats the shit out of Patricia Arquette? That's real romantic."
She gives no response to this only a mischievous grin.
My heart is beating fast now and I cannot seem to pinpoint just how I became so riled up in the first place. Why am I getting so turned on arguing with her about this?
I debate with myself a moment about what to do before deciding.
I lean in and kiss her softly hoping for the best.
She returns my kiss sliding closer to me eliminating the distance between us. My cock stands at attention almost instantly. Her lips taste sweet as I slide my tongue into her mouth slowly wanting more.
She inhales quickly not anticipating my advance. I push on taking her head in my hands and kissing her harder this time. She extends her tongue and meets mine in an enticing fashion.
"I want you," I breathe breaking our connection momentarily before kissing her again.