Preface: Writers tend to be sponges, unconsciously soaking up experiences that they can use in their writing. After I had finished writing this story, and was reading it through, I wondered where I had got the idea for the episode with the popcorn bucket. I have been an avid reader on Lit for far longer than I have been a contributor, and I wondered if I had been inspired by a story here. So I searched for stories tagged with 'popcorn' and there it was - a story by Mick-Carlo called 'Dinner & A Movie'. It's a fun read, and I highly recommend it, and while the similarity between his story and mine is only superficial, I feel honor-bound to quote my sources!
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"You're kidding, right?"
"Why would I be kidding?"
"But you can't be serious!"
"Why on earth not?"
"You mean to tell me you're going to try and write an erotic story for Lit entirely in dialogue? Only using conversation?"
"That's the plan!"
"No description, nothing but talk?"
"You got it!"
"Huh!.......... What are you doing with your phone?"
"I'm looking for that app that let's you record stuff."
"I didn't know there WAS an app that lets you record stuff..."
"Ah, here it is!"
"So that red button there means that anything we now say to each other will be recorded?"
"You got it!"
"Mmmmh..."
"Well, I mean, this looks like the perfect place to do this. It's absolutely chucking it down out there, we're stuck in the car - no way are we going to be taking that walk on the beach any time soon... "
"I guess..."
"So - do YOU want to start? Tell me about your very first time? Your 'sexual awakening'...?"
"Not really."
"OK - so I guess I'll tell you about mine."
"Why don't you do that, Aurora?"
"OK, Grant, I will! The very first time I got any kind of sexual thrill was riding a horse when I was twelve - "
" - That doesn't count! Got to be at least one other person enjoying the sexual thrill with you..."
"Oh, so YOU'RE making up the rules now, huh? OK Well, as you know I was a late developer. Didn't have any real sexual adventures 'till I was in college."
"So tell me about your very first real boyfriend."
"Ralph? Oh Ralph was lovely. Fair hair, that sleepy tousled look - even if you met him at three o'clock in the afternoon, he always looked as if he had just stepped out of bed, you know? We had been on a few dates - movies mostly, followed by a burger or a coffee. But then he asked me to dinner in a real restaurant. Nothing too fancy - we were both students with absolutely NO money - but a step up from the usual diner or burger joint. And he started talking, and looking at me, and making me laugh - God, could he make me laugh! - and I noticed that as he talked, and especially when he fixed me with those piercing eyes of his - I was starting to feel something between my legs... a little tingling, a very slight dampness..."
"Go on."
"... Well, he must have been aware somehow of the effect he was having on me because suddenly I felt his foot brush against my shin under the table. I was shocked. I mean, it was lovely, but I just wasn't expecting it. So I jerked my foot back immediately - just on reflex."
"And what did he do then?"
"I think he just went on talking, as if nothing had happened. And while he was talking, and making me laugh, I slowly put my leg back to where it had been when he touched it. And so he reached out his foot again. And this time, when he touched my shin, I didn't flinch, or move it. And so then he kept caressing my foot, moving his foot from one side to the other, and then VERY slowly inching it further up my leg, all the while looking intently into my eyes. I was trying not to blink, and keeping my leg steady, and wanting him to go higher, and getting more and more turned on... By the end of the meal I was absolutely desperate. I mean, my legs were WIDE open under the table, and his foot was just inches away from my pussy. I just wanted him to fill me up right then and there."
"So - what happened?"
"I took him back to my place, because I knew my room-mate was sleeping over with her boyfriend and we could be alone. And he fucked me."
"That's all you're going to say? 'He fucked me'? I think I need a fuller description than THAT!"
"OK, OK... so when we got up to my room, I just knew that we were going to do it. And I wanted my first time to be really special, you know? So I lit some candles, and turned off all the lights and we sat on the sofa and we kissed, deep swirling French kisses, our tongues entwining - you know how I love THAT!... And as we kissed, he inched his hand up from my knee, up under my dress, along my thigh."
"Do you remember the dress you were wearing?"
"It was some kind of flimsy cotton thing - may even have been a silk skirt. I really can't recall - but it was definitely flimsy. SO as he is inching his hand up from my knee to my crotch, I can feel my legs part. I mean, I didn't consciously spread them, you know? I didn't want to be flagrantly asking him to pick my cherry, but I WAS really hungry for his cock. I remember thinking to myself, as his hand inched toward my pussy, 'Should I be reaching out for his cock?' and I was torn. I was still a little shy, you know? I was 18, and I'd diddled a few guys, but I had never felt like this - never wanted a man up inside me. So I kept my hand to myself, because I didn't want it to be over too soon."
"Makes sense - go on!"
"Well, eventually his hand is right up at the top of my thigh, and my legs are spread as wide as I can get them on the sofa, and he lays his hand flat against the crotch of my panties. He can feel how wet he's made me. And he simply starts moving his fingers over the fabric of my panties, until he can feel where my clit is swelling out to meet his touch, and he starts - VERY gently, I have to say - to stroke me. Our tongues are still stuck down each others' throats, there's been absolutely NO conversation since we started kissing. But it's crystal clear what I want. And he really takes his time. He rubs my clit through the fabric of my panties and pushes it from side to side, in time with his tongue on my tongue in my mouth. I start to feel dizzy, and breathless and I know I'm going to come. It's a wonderful feeling, that moment when you know that nothing can stop you falling off the edge of the world... And when I do come, he takes his mouth off mine so I can breathe and is really pushing my clit HARD from side to side until I have to beg him to stop.."
"And then what...?"
"I hardly have time to get my breath back before he is pulling my panties down my legs. And then he slides off the sofa onto his knees, and puts my ankles up on his shoulders, so I am spread out for him like a starfish, and he starts to eat me out. I have NEVER had a man go down on me before. And I am in HEAVEN! The feel of his tongue licking and lapping at my spread wide pussy is like nothing I have EVER felt before. The way he could change the shape and feel of his tongue - one minute hard and thrusting up into my cunt, and the next flat and wrapping itself softly around my swollen clit! His tongue could change, from this insistent hard vibrating thing flicking my pearly clit from side to side, into a soft velvet glove caressing its very tip. He was a master, he really was. Perhaps it was because it was my first time, but I really think he was a master. One minute he was easing his flattened tongue over the super-sensitized tip of my clit, and the next he was sucking my entire clit in between his teeth, deep into his mouth. And then he would like SPIT me out, and BLOW cold air all over my exposed pussy lips. And then he would be back, relentlessly vibrating my clit, like a dog worrying a bone."
"How long did he go on?"
"I have no idea! It felt like forever! But eventually - after I had come at least twice more! - he suggested we might be more comfortable on the bed. So he got up, I stood up next to him, and he held me in his arms, and undid my dress. I remember now - it was a summer dress that unbuttoned down the front. Big blue buttons. He undid them slowly, looking intently at me as he did so. I remember holding his gaze, somewhat sated from all his hard work between my legs, but still horny, still wanting more. He let the dress fall to the floor, and then reached round behind my back to unhook my bra. I remember how hard my nipples were - standing out like pencil-erasers. You know my tits - they're not the biggest in the world, but they are kind of perky."
"They are very lovely tits."
"Why thank you! So there I am, standing in front of him in nothing but my shoes. I feel incredibly sexy. I mean he was still fully clothed and I was completely naked. It was a real turn-on. And he seems to think so too - he sucks on one of my nipples - his tongue is as expert there as it was on my clit! - and then he makes me pirouette and strokes my bare ass cheeks."
"You DO have a lovely ass!"
"Well, thank you again! So then I say that it's MY turn to undress him. I start with his tee-shirt. He has a nice torso, actually. Not over-muscled, just firm and tanned. Not too much chest-hair - and what there is is soft and blonde and downy. I ask him to take off his shoes, and then I start to kiss him as I undo his belt-buckle. It's a big brass thing, and his jeans are tight and I have to wrestle with it as our tongues entwine again.. Finally, I have it undone, and I unclasp the top of his jeans, and s-l-o-w-l-y unzip him. His cock bobs out immediately, pushing his silk boxers out like the proverbial tent-pole. I am delighted to see the silk boxers. It is my experience that men who wear silk boxers are infinitely more sensual and generous in bed than men who wear normal underwear. Anyway, I decide that - though he hardly seems to need any help in getting or keeping his erection - he does deserve the sensual pleasure of my mouth wrapped around his knob, so I drop to my knees and close my mouth over the head of his swollen cock. I almost gag on the amount of precum which spurts out of him. He puts his hands behind my head and starts to fuck my mouth. I am suddenly afraid that he will cum too soon, so I get back up onto my feet and lead him to the bed."