"Sure, let's head to the movies," I say eagerly.
Joe arrives at my place 15 minutes early. He has always been just a little too eager. But he is nice, and pretty handsome, and I'm sure he could give me the sexual pleasure I've been craving. He is fun and always tries to make me happy.
"So what do you want to do....are you sure you don't want to try to find my sister?" Joe asks me.
"No, let's just go to the movies," I reply. I check him out. He's dressed pretty nicely in a blue polo shirt and nice jeans. I feel slightly overdressed in my tiny black dress, but it doesn't matter much to me.
"Okay, cool," Joe says as he pulls his Cadillac Escalade out onto the freeway.
Joe takes me to a scary and sexy thriller. You know, the kind with people getting naked and fucking one minute and then getting their heads chopped off the next.
Parts of the movie are so intense that I catch myself holding on tight to Joe's muscular black arms and legs at times. When the suspense and fright lets down the seduction and sexual relationships are being played out between the handsome actors and actresses. Too bad most of them end up being terminated by the film's end.
Nonetheless, I think Joe certainly receives the response from me that he had hoped for. Halfway through the movie I snuggle up close to him, holding on tight. During a particularly sexy scene between two women and a man, Joe moves his hand down and rests it gently on my inner thigh. I don't protest. A few moments later I put my tiny white hand over his large black hand, confirming his move as accepted, even wanted.
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