Lust and Love in A Theater’s Darkness

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The dim glow of the theatre screen illuminated the room just enough to see the outlines of bodies. I walked down the aisle, my eyes scanning for a seat. The air was thick with the faint smell of popcorn. The hushed whispers of couples lost in their worlds.

I knew this theatre well—no cameras, no interruptions. Perfectly discreet. I spotted a young girl sitting alone in a corner seat. She was in her early twenties. Her shoulders slightly hunched as if she were trying to make herself smaller. Her long hair cascaded down her back, catching the flicker of the screen’s light.

I hesitated, then slid into the seat directly behind her. The movie had already started, and soft moans and giggles echoed around us. My heart pounded as I leaned forward, my hand brushing lightly against her side. She flinched, her body stiffening, and shifted forward in her seat.

I could feel my pulse quicken, my breath growing shallow. I leaned in again, letting my fingers graze the side of her shoulder. She froze, her head turning slightly to glance back at me. Her wide eyes met mine, and we just stared at each other for a moment.

The row was empty except for us, the darkness enveloping us like a protective cocoon. I could see the confusion in her expression, the slight panic. I swallowed hard, my hand moving again, this time more boldly, squeezing her breast from behind.

She gasped, her body trembling, and then… she started to cry.

“Anna, please… leave me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Her words were soft, pleading, hitting me like a punch to the gut.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice low, trying to sound calm despite the storm raging inside me.

She turned her head slightly, her tears glistening in the dim light. “Anna, my boyfriend was supposed to come. He… he didn’t show up. Now I can’t go back home. I lied to my parents, told them I had college today…”

Her voice was shaky, her words tumbling out in a rush. “Please, Anna… brother… don’t do anything.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. I sat there for a moment, my mind racing. Then, without a word, I stood and moved silently to the seat beside her. She turned to look at me, her eyes wide with confusion, fear, and something else I couldn’t quite place.

I pulled out my phone, quickly typing my number and snapping a selfie. I handed the phone to her, my voice steady. “If you’re not interested or feel uncomfortable, you can report me. You have my number, my picture.”

She stared at the screen, her fingers trembling as she took the phone from me. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the hesitation. She didn’t say anything, just held the phone tightly in her hands.

I reached out, gently taking her hand in mine. Her skin was soft and warm. I could feel the rapid pulse beneath her wrist. I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. Her breath hitched, and she looked at me, her eyes searching mine for answers, reassurance I wasn’t sure.

“I won’t hurt you,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I want you to know you’re not alone here.”

She didn’t pull her hand away, didn’t move. Her body was tense, but there was something in her eyes—a flicker of curiosity, of uncertainty. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmured, my breath warm against her skin.

She didn’t say anything, didn’t move. Her silence was deafening, and I knew what it meant. My hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling her breath’s subtle rise and fall. She shivered, her body responding even as her mind wrestled with the situation.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her neck, feeling the heat of her skin under my touch. She let out a soft gasp, her body trembling, but she didn’t pull away. My hand moved higher, cupping her breast, feeling its weight in my palm. She let out a small whimper, her body arching slightly into my touch.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered again, my voice low, urgent.

She didn’t. Instead, her hand gripped my arm, her nails digging into my skin. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her body responded to my touch even as her mind seemed to war with itself.

I moved closer, my lips finding hers, softly at first, then more insistently. Her lips were soft-yielding, and she kissed me back hesitantly, which only made me want her more. My hand moved lower, slipping under the hem of her shirt and feeling her stomach’s smooth skin.

“Please…” she whispered against my lips, her voice barely audible.

“Please, what?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I… I don’t know…” she murmured, her voice trembling.

I kissed her again, harder this time, my hand moving lower, tracing the line of her waistband. She gasped into my mouth, her body arching into my touch. I could feel the heat between her legs, the way her body responded to me. But her mind seemed to struggle.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I said once more, my voice low, urgent.

She didn’t. Instead, she let out a soft moan, her body trembling as my fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, finding the wetness between her legs. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly, her body betraying her hesitation.

“Anna…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Shh,” I murmured against her lips, my fingers exploring her, feeling the warmth, the wetness. “Just let go…”

She let out a soft whimper, her body responding to my touch, her hips moving slightly as my fingers stroked her. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling. I worked her, feeling the tension building inside her.

“Anna…” she whispered again, her voice trembling.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice low, urgent.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she let out a soft moan, her body arching into my touch. I could feel her trembling, her body on the edge. I knew she was close.

“Anna…” she whispered one last time, her voice barely audible, as her body tensed, her hips bucking slightly as she came undone.

I held her as she trembled, feeling the tension leave her body, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She didn’t say anything. She leaned against me, her body warm, her breath soft against my skin.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered again, my voice low, gentle. She didn’t.

I took her hand gently, guiding it down to the growing bulge in my pants. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the fabric, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gripped me tightly, her touch tentative yet firm.

I could feel her hesitation, but there was something else there, too—curiosity, maybe even a little desire. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine in the dim light of the theatre.

“Anna… I’m a virgin,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the movie playing in the background. “Be soft with me.”

I nodded, my hand brushing her cheek reassuringly. “Sure, my love. I’ll be gentle,” I promised, my voice low and soothing. “But tell me… what did you and your boyfriend plan to do today?”

She hesitated, her hand still resting on me, her grip tightening slightly. “Anna, I don’t know…” she murmured, her breath hitching as I pressed my palm against her chest, feeling the curve of her breast through her shirt.

“Say it,” I urged gently, my fingers trailing down her stomach, finding the knot of her chudidhar pants. I loosened it slowly, my hand slipping inside, her warmth welcoming me. “What did he promise you?”

She let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly into my touch. “Anna…” she breathed, her voice trembling. “We… we planned to kiss. Smooch. He said he’d lick me, and… and I wanted to give him a hand job.”

I smiled, leaning closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “Let’s do more,” I whispered before capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. She stiffened for a moment, then melted into it, her free hand tangling in my hair.

She wasn’t a bad kisser but a quick learner. Her lips moved tentatively, then with more confidence as I guided her. Breaking the kiss, I leaned back slightly, my eyes trailing down her body. Slowly, I tugged at the hem of her top, pulling it up just enough to reveal her stomach.

Her skin was soft and warm, and I couldn’t resist leaning down. My tongue traced a path from her navel upward. She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair as I teased her sensitive skin, my hands roaming over her curves.

“Anna…” she whimpered, her body trembling beneath my touch. “I… I’ve never…”

“Shh,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin as I continued to explore her body. “Just let me take care of you. Let me show you what it feels like to be truly desired.” Her breath hitched. I moved lower, my fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, finding her dampened core.

She was so wet, so ready. I knew she wanted this as much as I did. My fingers teased her gently, tracing her folds before finding her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. Her moans grew louder. Her hips bucked against my hand as I worked her, my lips never leaving her skin.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered again, my voice rough with desire. But she didn’t. Instead, her hand moved from my hair to grip my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin as she arched into my touch.

I shifted slightly, my free hand unbuckling my belt, freeing my length. I guided her hand back to me, her fingers wrapping around me hesitantly. Then, with more confidence, I showed her how to move. Her touch was clumsy but eager, her strokes growing firmer as I continued to pleasure her.

“Anna… I don’t know if…” she started, her voice trembling, but I silenced her with another kiss, deep and demanding.

“Trust me,” I murmured against her lips, my fingers sliding inside her, slow and steady. She gasped, her body tightening around me. I stretched her, preparing her for what was to come. “Let me make you feel good.”

Her hand fell away from me, gripping the armrest of the seat. I added another finger, curling it to hit that sweet spot. Her moans filled the air, muffled only by my lips against hers as she came undone, her body shaking with pleasure.

I pulled my fingers away, lifting them to my lips to taste her, watching her as she caught her breath. She was beautiful like this, her cheeks flushed. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, her body still trembling from her release.

“Are you ready?” I asked softly, my hands finding her hips and pulling her closer to the edge of the seat. She nodded, her eyes meeting mine, filled with fear and desire.

I positioned myself at her entrance. My tip brushed against her wetness as I rubbed myself against her, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered one last time, my voice low and gentle.

She didn’t. Instead, she reached for me, her hands gripping my shoulders. I pushed inside, slow and steady, letting her body adjust to me. She was so tight, so warm. I savoured every inch as I slid deeper, feeling her walls clench around me.

“Anna…” she moaned, her nails digging into my skin as I began to move, my hips rocking against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “It feels… different.”

“Good, different?” I asked, my voice strained. I fought to keep my pace gentle, giving her time to adjust.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes… Anna, please…”

I leaned down, capturing her lips in another kiss as I picked up the pace, my thrusts growing deeper, harder. Her moans grew louder, her body arching into mine as she met my movements, her hips bucking against me. She was so responsive, so eager, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

“Anna… I think I’m going to…” she started, her voice trembling as her walls clenched around me, her body tensing as pleasure overtook her. I held her close, my movements growing erratic. I felt my release building, her name on my lips. I spilt inside her, her body trembling beneath me.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still connected, our breaths mingling as we came down from our high. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my lips brushing against her forehead as I whispered, “Was that everything you wanted, love?”

She nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yes, Anna… but… what happens now?”

I leaned back in the seat, my fingers gently brushing her cheek as I whispered, “Suck my dick, love.” Her eyes widened for a moment, but there was no hesitation, no resistance. She slid down from her seat, her knees meeting the floor of the theatre as she positioned herself between my legs.

Her hands trembled slightly as she unzipped my pants, her breath warm against my skin as she pulled my cock free. Her lips parted, and she took me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took me deeper. “That’s it, just like that,” I murmured, my hand tangling in her hair.

I guided her movements. She was eager, her mouth working with a passion that surprised me, her moans vibrating against my flesh as she took me to the back of her throat. I could feel her enthusiasm and desire to please me, which drove me wild.

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine. I could see the ecstasy in her gaze, the way she was losing herself in the act. I groaned, my hips bucking slightly. I felt the tension building in my core. ”I’m going to cum, love,” I warned, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took me deeper, her throat relaxing.

I spilt into her mouth. She swallowed, her tongue cleaning me carefully before finally pulling back, her lips glistening. I reached into my pocket, handing her a handkerchief to clean herself. ”You did so well,” I whispered, my thumb brushing her cheek as she wiped her mouth.

She looked up at me, her eyes soft, her breath still uneven. The theatre lights flickered on, signalling the interval. For the first time, we truly saw each other. Her hair was slightly tousled, her lips swollen from our kisses. Her cheeks were flushed.

She was beautiful. Her innocence, mixed with a newfound confidence, made my heart race. We sat side by side, speaking casually for the next fifteen minutes. She told me about her college and dreams, and I listened intently. My hand resting on her thigh.

The conversation was light. But there was an undeniable tension between us, a connection forged in the theatre’s darkness. When the lights dimmed again, I didn’t waste a moment. I reached over, lifting her chudidar and exposing her bare skin.

My lips found her nipples. My tongue swirled around them as she gasped, her hands gripping the armrests of the seat. ”Anna…” she moaned, her voice trembling as I alternated between sucking and biting gently. I moved lower, my hands sliding her panties down her legs.

I positioned myself between her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, her arousal evident as I leaned in, my tongue tracing her folds. She cried out, her hips lifting off the seat as I buried my face in her. My fingers found her entrance and slid inside.

”You’re so wet,” I murmured against her skin. My tongue worked her clit as my fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made her gasp. Her legs trembled, her moans growing louder. I pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

”Cum for me, love,” I urged, and she did, her body shuddering. She came against my mouth, her juices coating my lips. I didn’t stop, continuing to lick and suck until she came again, her hands gripping my hair.

She cried out, her body writhing beneath me. When I finally pulled back, she was breathless, her chest rising and falling. She looked down at me, her eyes filled with astonishment and desire.

We dressed quickly, the air between us charged with an unspoken need. I pulled her into my arms, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless. ”Anna,” she whispered as we broke apart, her hands resting on my chest. ”I was so scared at first, but… I’m so happy I met you.”

I smiled, my arms tightening around her as I hugged her close. ”I’m glad too, love.” The movie ended, and we walked out of the theatre hand in hand, the night air cool against our skin.

We stopped at KFC, where she ordered a vegetarian burger, and we sat together. Our conversation was light but filled with an undercurrent of something deeper.

When it was time to leave, she turned to me, her eyes soft but determined. ”Anna… I’ll come to the movie again next Wednesday. Don’t call me until then. I’ll message you Tuesday night.”

I nodded, my heart swelling with affection. ”I love you,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

She smiled, her cheeks turning pink as she replied, ”I love you too, Anna. You can bring condoms if you wish.” With that, she turned and ran off, her laughter echoing in the night as I watched her go, my heart pounding.

The next Wednesday couldn’t come soon enough.

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Note: This story is 100% true. Hence, I didn’t mention any names.