An hour later, I called Elena, “Landmark theater shows Casablanca, The Way We Were, and Dirty Dancing. Which one would you like?”
“I’ve seen Casablanca many years ago. Dirty Dancing sounds OK. I heard Its a good one but never watched it.
“It starts at 7 pm. Will you be ready at 6:30?”
“Yes. I will.”
I rang the door on time. She opened it and looked smashing: A long black dress and matching shoes, with little makeup and light lipstick, I sighed, “You break my heart.”
She grinned, “Stop being so dramatic, and let’s go.”
Her mood has changed. She no longer seemed upset or sad. Did she act to make me feel good? Did Elena accept the new realities? I wished I knew.
I offered to buy popcorn and soda, but she declined.
The theater was almost empty. No wonder; these movies were already on multiple TV channels and streaming services.
The lights went off, and they displayed parts of the following month’s features, including Love Story, Father of The Bride, and Notting Hill.
When the movie started, Elena took my hand in hers and mumbled, “You are very nice to me. I appreciate you spending time with me. I really like you.”
I hugged her shoulder with one hand and held hers in my other. I was happy. The old film started with summer camp at the Catskills. Gradually, ‘Baby’ fell in love with the dance instructor, Johnny. I saw the romantic movie multiple times and could recite complete sentences, so my eyes shifted occasionally to Elena. Her eyes were focused on the screen. In the dim light, she looked gorgeous and… very desirable.
My finger began tracing a circle in her palm. She smiled and squeezed my hand. I enjoyed holding her small palm, and my forefinger traced something else. Letters.
She turned to me, “What did you write?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“I definitely do.”
“… I love you…”
She murmured, “And I hate you.”
“I don’t believe it.” I pulled her tenderly toward me so her head leaned on my chest. I caressed her shiny, long hair and whispered in her ear, “Your hair is too pretty for a cruel lady like you. May I cut it and smell it before I go to sleep?”
She glanced at me with a smile. I leaned and kissed her lips.
She mumbled, “Are you going to kiss me each time I look at you?”
“I plan to do it every opportunity I have.”
“You are not fair.”
“A long time ago, a smart person said that all is fair in love and war.”
She squeezed my hand harder and sighed, “You are torturing me.”
I lifted her chin and kissed her again, “I am sorry, but you torture me too.”
For the rest of the movie, we didn’t talk. She watched the screen and my hands slowly caressed her hair and palm, respectively.
When I drove her home, Elena asked, “Hunter, what am I going to do with you?”
“It’s up to you, but if you ask me what I would want, it is to sleep in Brenda’s room so I can see you more often.”
She kept quiet for 5 minutes before asking, “If I agree to let you sleep in her room, will you behave?”
I stared at her and said, “I promise. And as I mentioned before – I love you and will NEVER do things you do not wish me to do.”
“Do you need permission from your parents to sleep over?”
I chuckled, “My parents believe in being independent once I turned 18. They told me I was considered an adult and mature enough to make my own decisions for good and bad. They won’t stand in my way and intervene in my life unless I called them for help.”
“OK, you can sleep in Brenda’s bed. But remember that in my own home, I do not dress up.”
I smirked, “I won’t complain if you dress down… but I know what you meant to say.”
She laughed, “You are naughty. I should have spanked you.”
“If you promise to kiss me afterward, I’ll gladly accept my punishment.”
“Can’t you talk about something without embarrassing me?”
“Elena dear, you look your best when you smile and when you blush.”
“After reaching my house, you still have to go to your home and bring necessities – You know; clothes, toiletries, etc.”
“Be back in 35 minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”
She flashed me with her so-familiar smile, and I barely held myself from kissing her again. I drove home at 1000 miles per hour and was lucky there were no police around.
I arrived at her house half an hour later. She had showered already and wore a long robe. Elena said, “Your bed is ready. I arranged it for Brenda before her fall. You know where the bathroom and kitchen are, so feel at home. Good night.”
“At home, I get a good night kiss before I go to sleep…”
She sighed, “Hunter, you are pushy.”
“Nobody loves me here. I’ll cry myself to sleep.”
She laughed, “Come here, baby, and get your kiss.”
I approached and kissed her lips softly. She didn’t react and continued watching my eyes. I kissed her more firmly, and her lips parted, allowing my tongue to invade her mouth. She wobbled in my arms. I held her tight, and my tongue explored her oral cavity, encircling her trembling tongue. She moaned into my mouth.
The kiss lasted about a minute. When it was over, she rushed into her room and closed the door behind her. I brushed my teeth and went to Brenda’s room.
…
I slept dream-free until 8 am. I walked out of the room wearing only my shorts and saw Elena working in the kitchen. She didn’t see me. I went to the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth and shave. I exited and went to the kitchen.
Her eyes explored my body, “Not bad. God bless you with a great body.”
“If you like it, may I get a reward?”
“What will it be?”
“A good kiss.”
“I am scared of your kisses. Last time you kissed me, I almost fainted.”
“Not to worry. If you faint in my arms, I’ll perform CPR. I passed the course with flying colors: I’ll apply chest massage and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, and you’ll be as good as new in no time.”
She winked, “Can I trust you?”
“You don’t have to. Give it a try right now and you can see for yourself if my skills are sufficient.”
She laughed, “I really like you. You say funny things while keeping a straight face like your ideas are the most natural things.”
“Remember my goal. I love you, so anything that may get me closer to you, the better.”
“Come here, bad boy, and eat your breakfast. It will keep your mind focused on food.”
“If I like the meal, may I kiss you to thank you for the tasty food?”
“You have one track mind, don’t you? Yes, you can, now, sit down and start eating.”
I liked our banter. I could express my love and tell her I wanted her while boosting her shattered self-esteem due to Fred’s moronic behavior. In addition, I got the impression Elena gradually began to give in to me while pretending to be reluctant about it.
I finished eating and approached her. I saw her special smile and stopped, watching her face.
She blurted, “Listen, you don’t have to kiss me if you regret your wish.”
“Ma’am, I do not regret it. I just love your breathtaking smile. The kiss is coming.”
I took her in my arms, and I French-kissed her hard. She placed her arms around my neck as I hugged her tightly to me. My penis sensed her body and hardened speedily between us. Elena felt it and gyrated her tummy against it slowly.
It may have been a mistake, but I took it as a signal, and my palm cupped her covered breast gently. She gasped into my mouth but did not try to back off. My hand caressed the round orb tenderly, feeling her nipple stiffen under my fingers.