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We ride in silence for the rest of the way, Cassidy smiling happily. She really is beautiful, not in that disposable way I’m used to, but in a classic way, the kind of face that inspired artists hundreds of years ago.
“What are you staring at?” Cassidy asks as the car stops outside the theater.
“Your beautiful face,” I say, leaning down to kiss her gently. A soft chaste kiss barely grazing her lips and making her blush.
We walk in and Cassidy is the only person I see. We walk past groups of people I know, but she’s the only one I see before we settle into our seas, my box at the top corner of the theater.
For the first few minutes Cassidy watched the play and I watched Cassidy. Then we laughed and giggled like school children with no one to silence us.
“What would you do if I kissed you?” I whisper to her.
Cassidy’s eyes widen, “No, not in front of all these people,” she whispers.
I put my hand on her bare thigh, the skin is soft, smooth and warm. I rub my palm up and down her leg all the while staring at the stage. I feel her squirm in her seat as I work my hand high and higher up her thigh reaching under the fabric of her dress then slowly retreating back towards her knee.
Cassidy leans back in her chair also staring at the stage. The sounds of Bellini’s Lélisir d’amore providing the perfect background to our own private show.
I move my hand off her thigh just for a moment to drag her chair closer to me. Cassidy almost jumps out of her seat. I smile at her with a finger to my lips signaling her to keep quiet and she giggles softly then makes a show of being focused on the play.
I put my hand back on her thigh and she leans back in her seat. I take advantage of her nearness and kiss her neck, gently teasing her as the play continues unwatched by either of us. My eyes are on Cassidy, her eyelids flutter.
Just before intermission I put my hand around her neck, pulling her closer, “If you won’t let me kiss you then kiss me,” I whisper.
Cassidy leans into my lips and kisses me gently at first, then running her teeth over my lips she bites softly. “You’re in a naughty mood tonight aren’t you,” she says before covering her mouth and giggling.
I smile and shrug, “We could leave, it’s intermission, no one would notice,” I whisper into her ear nibbling on her soft lobes.
Cassidy gasps, but doesn’t give an answer. Her cheeks are flushed and she bites her lips nervously, pressing her thighs together.
“Or we could just stay here and continue watching the play, either way, I’m just happy to be with you,” I smile, assuring her that I’m not disappointed.
It’s not like me to be so nervous, to second guess myself. Lately I hadn’t been myself especially with Cassidy around. I take comfort in her being different too.
She was more relaxed, she seemed happier and less focused on following her new-found life philosophy. With her guard down I am seeing the real Cassidy. The way she makes me feel frightens me and I’m not easily frightened.
We walk out of the theater hand in hand for the intermission. Cassidy leads the way walking with a heedless determination to a less crowded part of the hall then into a corner.
I follow her without a second thought and with her hands on my face she kisses me with a hunger I did not think she had in her.
Driven by passion that has built up in me since I first saw her walking out of the door of her apartment, I push her against the wall and press my body against her, feeling the fullness of her breasts against my chest.
I trail kisses down her neck and cup her breast and squeeze it gently, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure egging me on to squeeze harder until she whimpers.
Cassidy takes my hand from her breast and places it on her leg, I knew this slit would come in handy the moment the dress was sent to me. I rub her thigh and, shielded by the darkness, venture further until my hand is under her dress. Cassidy raises her leg and rests it on my hip exposing the sensitive flesh behind her knees to my touch.
Her hands move through my hair wildly, her breath is ragged, her chest heaving. I have her right where I want her, pinned up against the wall and panting for more.
“Aren't you worried about someone seeing us?” I tease reaching for the thin waistband of her panties.
She doesn’t say anything, just grabs onto my back, holding on for dear life. I snap the elastic waistband against her skin making her jump, grinding out bodies harder against each other, my growing hardness pushing at my pants. I know she feels when she gingerly rubs her hand over it.
“Do you want to see the ending of the play?” I laugh into her ear.
She shakes her head, biting her lips as I slide the tiny red thong down her legs. I bend down to help her step out of them and look up at her to see her reaction to me rubbing the damp triangle of her underwear.
I stand up straight again and tuck the red lacy panties into my pocket and kiss her passionately, licking and sucking her lips before pushing my tongue into her mouth pressing her against the wall again as our tongues dance.
I move my fingers over her smooth wet center, teasing at the slit, slowly building her anticipation then withdraw my finger to taste her.
