We were coming off a fun night at the movies. Walking out of the theater we reminisced of the comedic scenes and laughing about them all over again. I scan the parking lot trying to locate where I parked it. I finally spot it and there is a moment of silence as we walk toward the car. I stop behind the car to find the keys in my pocket while Kayla walks up ahead towards the passenger side door.
As she walks ahead of me, I take notice of her tight petite curves that are so carefully placed on her 4'11 frame. She's wearing a jean mini skirt that stops about two inches above the knee, exposing her tight caramel toned legs that disappear at the ankle into a short lift heel that lifts her a little above 5 feet. My mind starts to drift as I look at the tight tank top that hides her C-sized breast but still show the pure curvature of what lay underneath the garment.
My curiosity is sparked. I start to wonder what her breast feel, smell and taste like even though I have explored those parts of her body many instances before. As I start to re-visit the moments I have caressed her nude body my thoughts are quickly interrupted by her voice telling me to hurry and open the door.
It's a cool spring night. We decided to see the movie shortly after we've finished track practice. It wasn't anything new; this is what we did every weekend. There wasn't much that a high school couple could do without getting in trouble, so it was always movies. As we sat in the car I started up my little Nissan stanza and turned the radio to my favorite radio station. I started to shift the car into gear when I froze from the look that Kayla gave me. I knew what it meant. There was no reason to rush out of the parking lot. Honestly we had no place to go and would have ended up spending more money on stupid shit like McDonalds just to keep us occupied.
At that moment I leaned over and placed my hand on the outside of her chin and pulled her mouth towards my lips. As our lips touch I could feel her body turn slightly in the seat so that her torso faced mine. As the gentle kisses turned into full fledged French kissing I could feel her body melt as she started to sink into the seat and sat back normally again. At this point my left hand was tracing the out line of the knee closest to me. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I started to palm her knee then moved slowly up her thigh. This touch was anything but alien for her. I understood what every movement of her body represented and I acted accordingly.