Lillian preened. She'd painted her face white with black lipstick and was wearing the black slip she'd worn the first night. "I remember someone liked it a lot."
“I do. If I weren't in charge of taking someone's innocence, the show could wait.”
“It will be my first time. But I read up enough on it and I'm pretty sure I know what's going to happen.” Unlike her first foray intoStar TrekCosplay, she was not going to be caught flat-footed this time.
“I brought the props.”
She gave him her sultriest look. “I bought more props. We could stay in.”
“Can't wait to see what you got.” He was staring at her nipples, which had become hard points since she had skipped the bra. “The Uber driver's waiting for us. Grab your coat.”
“Where's yours?”
“Don't need one. Wearing a fishnet under the bustier is surprisingly warm.” He used his regular voice.
Their Uber dropped them off at an indoor converted theater in the Warehouse district. People in similar costumes got their W for whores or V for virgin on their foreheads. The bouncer was so impressed with Gene that he didn’t mark him.
Lillian agreed. Gene was still the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, though some of the outfits people were wearing, made her feel overdressed. To the woman who was wearing stickers over her nipples and a thong in mid-November snowy weather, more power to her.
"Do you want anything to drink?" he asked.
"No, I'm good." If he thought she was going to even sip a drink of alcohol, he must have lost his senses. Tonight was their night; it was now or never.
They found a seat for two. As the movie began to come up, she did a double take.
Gene noticed. "You okay?"
“Yeah,” she whispered. "See the Black guy with the redhead?"
Gene tried to casually scan the crowd. Yeah?"
“It's one of our medical students from September."
“You sure?"
“Claro. There's like two Black guys in every class."
If she remembered correctly, his name was Michael and this was his second career. He had seemed like a nice self-possessed guy.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show brought out a different side of him because the way he was staring at his date was the total opposite. Every line of his body language was possessive and passionate. Even though they were under a blanket, she could tell he was pleasuring her by the way her curvy body was arched back.
The movie was starting, but she couldn't help sneaking little glances at them. They were so utterly absorbed in each other.
Lillian squeezed her thighs together, Gene hadn't touched her with anything except his eyes yet. The med student couldn't keep his hands off of his date
"See something you like?" Gene whispered near her ear.
She jerked back and felt his hand by the edge of her hem. "Sorry."
"You missed throwing the toilet paper. I guess your attention was elsewhere." His hand traveled up her thigh underneath her skirt. “Tell me. They doing something you want?”
“Hands to yourself," she ordered. He took his hands back and instead she slid onto his lap. “I hope they're doing somethingyouwant.”
Parts of him were very interested because his boa constrictor was poking her in the back.
"Let me touch you," he said.
“No touching me or you." His answering groan told her to push forward. "Stop watching a movie and focus on them. Think of the way he's touching her and how he's going to feel when he's inside of her."
