Back And With Renewed Purpose

I probably would have spent the whole damn rest of the movie just watching it. Would have been easier too, in a way.

But the thing about social interactions is that they are, explicitly, social. That means there is more than one party involved and it means that unless you're willing to really throw a wrench into things, well sometimes decisions aren't left up to you alone.

"You seem to really be liking the movie," Jake says, leaning over to me and whispering in my ear.

I shrug, "Haven't really been paying attention. Don't really know what's going on."

"Why start now, then?" he points out, and I don't really have a way to argue that.

So instead I just look over at him and smile and it starts off bold but it quickly turns bashful and I find that when I reach for another piece of popcorn, I curl my fingers instead and bypass it entirely.

Because Rachel's words keep on echoing through my ears and I knew it, but I really needed her to say it. Maybe just to confirm that I wouldn't be a terrible person if I went down this path.

Lust without love. The absence of the former doesn't make the latter wrong at all.

There is, and I know it, a dominant opinion among people that we should be looking for the love of our life from the moment we first start being able to see other people as sexual and romantic individuals. That spending time with someone when you know that time is going to amount to nothing in the end is wrong somehow.

Club culture. One night stands. Dating apps where the sole purpose is hooking up.

All of that and the primary urge behind it is almost always seen as a negative. Like hedonistic self-expression and like it's not healthy for us. As if we should deny ourselves something good just because it isn't perfect.

But we indulge in so many other things. We eat food that is bad for us simply because it tastes good. We drink **** knowing that it is wasted calories and that the actual act of getting drunk is poisoning us. We engage in self destructive behaviours, minor and major, because they have a singular benefit that we can use to justify our decision: because it feels good to do so.

So why not the same when it comes to sex?

Why not with a man like him?

My hand moves past the popcorn and up to his chest and I extend my fingers, pressing them into the firmness of his pec. God he is so solid and so strong and so big and he's handsome too, his straight jaw and hard angular lines picked up particularly well in the shadowy half-light that the movie screen is reflecting.

I swallow and my tongue slips out to wet my lips before I bite my bottom one, turning a little bit more to face him. I half curl my legs under me and my heart starts to beat a little faster and then a little bit faster after that when I watch him set the popcorn and drink aside and give me his full attention.

I start to move to him, my heart pounding in my chest now and my fingers trembling as I move towards his arms. Jake gives a half smile that makes him look a little goofy and I find that I return it, even if just for one nervous second, as I slip over an my leg bumps against his.

My hand moves up and his finds my hip and he starts to pull me in and I let him, let him lift me up and pull me into his lap so that I'm straddling him and I feel so slight and so small and so petite in his arms.

I feel so feminine.

I feel like a woman.

He makes me feel like a woman.

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