1. Silhouette


    Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: lalatina, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    It was one of those late Friday nights that has a feeling. The kind of night where you know something is gonna go down, and you're feeling real good about it. It had been raining all day but it had finally come to an end. The streets were wet and slick and the sky was black. I was walking through the city smoking a joint and I came across a handsome stranger. Normally, I would smile and keep walking, but I found myself right in front of him holding out my joint saying, "Hey, you want some of this?" "You offerin'?" he asked. "Well, yeah," I said, and he grabbed it from my hand. He started smoking it and I was watching the movements of his mouth, holding it in, blowing it out. It occurred to me that I had no idea who he was, and I was so high that I barely knew what was happening. After what seemed like forever, he finally said, "How old are you anyway?" I felt his hand on my back, slowly moving down across me. I wanted to throw myself at him, to be all over him. Instead, I relaxed, and said, "Eighteen. Does it matter?" "I'm twenty-seven," he said. "And no, it doesn't matter." His hand moved to my butt, and he was grabbing it. I got closer to him and he said, "It's a good joint." He took another hit and I realized how close our faces were. He blew smoke out of his mouth, all in my face, and kissed me. It wasn't those kind of romantic kisses you see in the city on Saturday nights. It was the dirty kind in the bad part of the city, where your mother used to hold you closer as ...
    you walked through when you were little. It was intoxicated and lust-filled, and our tongues were in each other's mouths. "Let's go," I whispered to him. I was tugging at the bottom of his shirt, saying, "Let's go," over and over. We started walking. The streets were familiar. I knew where we were but not where we were going. We weren't talking, just walking fast. It felt so good to be so impulsive. I knew I should have been nervous or at least a bit more careful, but I was so relaxed. He walked up to one of those movie theaters that only plays indie films and unlocked the door. "Why do you have a key to this place?" I asked. "My dad owns it. He doesn't live here anymore," he said, as he walked in. I followed him and he turned on the lights, which were pretty dim. I had been here once before. I remember liking the atmosphere. "Come here," he said as he grabbed my hand and led me into one of the theaters. The lights in there were even more dim, and we walked down the dark hall that leads to the seats and silver screen. We sat down in one of the front aisles as if there was a movie playing, and he turned and looked at me. We were looking at each other's faces, taking in how unfamiliar we were to each other. I liked him, though. I liked his manner and I liked his face. "I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "I hope that's okay." My mouth went straight for his and we made out again. In between it all, I kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." He took my jacket off, and ...
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