Valentine's Day
It was the one year anniversary of our first date. Last February we had matched on Bumble, I had messaged him about horror movies and our romance began. He nervously approached my front door where he gave my father his last name (yes, I still live with my parents even though I was twenty five) and took me to a movie I have no memory of because I was so nervous. My knee was jack hammering. This guy's pictures didn't do him justice. He was bearded (for my pleasure. His beard never looked sexier than when it was glistening with my pussy juices) and his chest was covered in hair. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
I ran around like a maniac getting ready. Tight, silk shirt that showed off my Double Ds. Tight black leggings. Even makeup. I never wear makeup ordinarily. I don't have anything against it. I just usually forget or have a tendency to poke myself in the eye. But tonight I had to admit the makeup was a nice touch. As we drove to the movie theater, he said "I would be staring at you, I swear. But you know I have to concentrate on not killing us," He can be romantic that way
He was a gentleman that first night. Not anymore. I loved it. I wanted to wear my favorite panties (the crotchless thong with a pink butterfly on the front) but they were in his car so I changed in the women's restroom while he got tickets and popcorn. I knew he liked the panties too for the primary reason of easy access. I liked them because they made me feel sexy and also like I wasn't wearing any underwear at all. I always wanted to go out without panties but I was a little worried because I tended to get wet (absolutely soaking) and I worried it would go through my leggings or stain my jeans.
We settled in the theater. There were only four other people in theater even though it was a good movie. One behind us, three in front of us. I was enjoying my popcorn.
"Did they put butter on it?" I asked anxiously. As far as I'm concerned, popcorn isn't popcorn without butter.
"I think two employees accidentally put butter on it so there should be extra," he said. That explains why it was the most buttery popcorn I've ever had. I ate the whole tub halfway through the movie. I saw his eyes grow dark as he watched me shove handfuls of popcorn into my mouth. See, my boyfriend has a feederism fetish. Which means he is turned on when I eat a lot of food. I am on medications that make me hungry so I tend to do that a lot.
Midway through the movie, he snaked his hand under my waistband and between my legs. I was wet and sticky, of course. I am always wet and sticky around him and he had been groping me the first half of the movie so naturally I was a little worked up. He maneuvered his way into my hole and I purred with delight. Someday I was going to wear a butt plug to the movies. The ultimate naughtiness.
After the movie it was dinner time. Of course, my eyes seemed to be bigger than my stomach cuz I ordered a (small) pizza and three pizzolis. Pizzoli's are steaming hot cookies covered with melting ice cream. They are rich and delicious. The deep dish pizza was also amazing- doughy and flavorful. I ate the entire pizza. But I could only manage a few bites of the pizzoli's (which was awful because I felt bad wasting his money). I felt physically sick, like I might throw up which I had already done once on Valentine's Day with a different boyfriend after drinking too much and definitely was not sexy. I groaned massaging my stomach.
