First Time (LRDGRat + esielle)

[QuillAndInk]

Andrew was nervous. His heart pounded in his chest as he slid his arm around the shoulders his girlfriend. His GIRLFRIEND. HIS FIRST GIRLFRIEND. It had taken him all year, but he had finally summoned up the courage to ask her out and she had said yes. Of course, it had been on the last day of school, but that was beside the point! It had been a week since he had seen her, chatting via text in the intervening time, with things a bit crazy as they always were when school ended and the summer started. Eventually, they had worked out a date - his FIRST DATE - and had met outside the movie theatre to catch a mid-day movie. It was cheaper that way, and gave them more time to hang out afterwards if it all worked out.

Andrew was a slim boy at about 5'7". He had short, dark hair and eyes and while not an athlete, he was relatively fit. He wore a nice pair of cargo shorts and a polo shirt, looking smart for his first date. The polo shirt was a solid light blue color. They had the arm rest up between them and had been leaning against each other and he had finally slid his arm around her shoulders. He had had a crush on her for forever, and had had no idea she was even into him until one his friends had kicked him in the shin and told him to ask her out. He glanced nervously over at her. She was so cute. His heart felt like a drum, beating out of its chest, as he rested his hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze.

 

[esielle]

To be honest, Sarah didn't think Andrew even noticed her or, really, paid attention to her in that way. They had always just been friends. At sixteen years old, she was beginning to think that she might only ever be friends with anyone in high school. Not that she was unattractive because she most certainly wasn't hard to look at! She was fairly tall for her age, taller than a lot of the guys she went to school with which she guessed could be intimidating. The only guys that seemed to tower over her were the seniors and they wouldn't give her the time of day not only because she wasn't a senior herself - and why would any senior want to be caught dead with a freshman, sophomore, or junior? - but because even if she had been a senior she wouldn't have exactly fit in with the majority of their crowds. Sarah was a straight A student which wasn't a bad thing, but there were straight A students and then there were those that went above and beyond the call of duty.

She was one of those students that kind of actually liked to learn knew things, researched what she didn't know, and asked plenty of questions whether it to be ensure she understood or to challenge whatever was being taught with a differing point of view. This would have been far more acceptable in a place of higher learning, but there was limited time during the school day to entertain every angle of every lesson. Despite that, she wasn't disliked to her knowledge. However, there were plenty of times after class where someone would look at her and she could almost hear inside their heads asking, "Why? Just....why?" That's one of the reasons why she liked Andrew even though it took him forever to approach her to ask her out. He didn't seem to mind the fact that she was - what was a nice turn of phrase? - educationally persistent. That and he had always been super nice to her, sweet even.

Just when she thought the school year would pass and he wouldn't take the hints she was trying to leave for him, he finally approached her on the very last day. Better late then never! Of course she'd said yes!

Now there they were! In the middle of watching a movie without actually watching it. Sarah was too nervous to actually watch the screen because she had to really pay attention to what she was doing to make sure she didn't make herself look stupid. And she was cute. Her long, straight hair was a light milk chocolate color and pulled back into a ponytail that tickled against his forearm whenever she moved her head. She wore a tight, gray sweater that showed off her slenderness and the softness of her curves beneath with a black and white plaid skirt that came a few inches above the knee. To top off the outfit, she wore a knee length pair of boots, exposing just a little skin between them and the skirt she wore. And what was more, neither of them looked as though they knew what they were doing. Which was cute and funny at the same time. Every so often, she glanced over at him and allowed a light smile to flicker on her face, shifting every so often presumably to sneak a little closer to his side as if encouraged by the squeeze of his hand at her shoulder. Finally, she leaned in a bit and spoke in a low voice, trying not to disturb anyone else in the meantime.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?"

She was trying to get confirmation that she was not the only one not paying attention to the movie.

 

[QuillAndInk]

Andrew, like Sarah, was a good student. Perhaps not the same level of overachiever, but he was still in the top percentage of the class and was in even in most of the honor-level classes on offer to freshmen. At 16, he had an above average score especially in History. World War 2 was his jam and he could talk your ear off over it should it ever be brought up in conversation. Which was strange, because he was usually the shy, quiet kind of boy who sat in the back of the classroom to avoid having attention brought down on him, even if his grades were at the top of the class. Socially awkward, he was also the target of a group of bullies, which only made him withdraw into his shell even more socially.

A kick to the shin from one of his few friends had finally prompted him to ask Sarah out. He had stared at her blankly for a few seconds when she had said YES, fully expecting her to say NO. He hadn't thought that she was into him at all. No girl had ever shown interest in him before, about from Mrs. Smith, his history teacher, but that was purely because of his academics and aptitude in History.

He turned his head as she spoke to him, finding their faces mere inches from each other. They were watching 'Greyhound' - the newest Tom Hanks movie about a Destroyer crossing the Atlantic during WW2. It had been the obvious choice for him, a movie he actually wanted to see, but he was finding having a girlfriend sitting next to you very distracting, especially when she didn't push his arm away when he had wrapped it around her shoulders.

"I...I think he left his wife or girlfriend behind to join the Navy and take the command. I'm not really sure who the woman was." He responds, whispering softly. He had picked a seat for them towards the back of the theatre. There were only a few other people there at such an early showing - mostly older people who were sitting several rows in front of them. He felt his heart hammering in his chest as he looked at her pretty face.

He reached out with his other hand, sliding it against the side of her face. "You're so...beautiful." He murmurs, speaking without thinking, immediately blushing afterwards. Then he found himself staring at her lips as they grew bigger and bigger. He managed to close his eyes just before he pressed his lips to hers, planting his first kiss on a girls lips softly.

 

[esielle]

She was certain that if it were a different type of situation on a different day and she was with someone different, she wouldn't have been nearly as distracted away from the movie as she was. Sarah was sure it was a great movie but she wouldn't be able to tell a single soul what it was about if they asked her later. Maybe she would rattle off the exact thing that Andrew whispered to her and hope that they would accept the answer. No doubt her parents would accept it. They would write off her apparent lack of knowledge on the film to her finding it boring. If any of her friends asked how the movie was, they would ask with wry smiles and quirked brows, waiting for the right moment to bombard her with a slew of questions. And when she gave a half-ass answer - because they knew from going to the movies with her that she could rattle off a synopsis and critique everything about it all in one breath - they would be ready to point out that she had been paying attention to something (or someone) aside from the movie. And they would be right because she could not pay attention when she was pressed to his side or with his arm positioned the way it was. In fact, for as confident as she thought she was, she was so nervous that she kept on letting her hands dart to the hem of her skirt so she could toy with the fabric.

"Oh...right...."

Sarah kept her head positioned toward him as he explained the plot, slanting her eyes to the side so she could look at the screen from the very corner of her eye. Well, she would just have to come back to see it when there were less interesting things grabbing her attention. It was the movement of Andrew's free hand crossing toward her that drew her attention back to him and away from the movie. Oh well, she was sure the movie would win a ton of awards. Good for it! Once his hand was positioned on her cheek, she couldn't help but tilt her head to press against his fingers and palm. Andrew may have spoken without thinking, but it didn't seem to upset her any. In fact, she suddenly smiled and he would be able to feel the way her slender body relaxed into him soon after. People had called her many things to her face - strange, nerdy, geek, etc. The list was pretty long, but no where on there did she remember anyone calling her beautiful. That would have been enough to get her through the weekend.

"Thanks."

She could feel heat rising onto her cheeks, a red hue appearing there in response to the compliment but growing darker the moment he started to lean forward. Sarah lightly held her breath and let her dark gaze slide back and forth across his face before locking momentarily with his eyes. They would gradually start closing the closer he came to her until dark lashes kissed the curves of her cheeks and she found herself edging closer to him. He would feel the warmth of her breath upon his lips seconds before the softness of her own lips against his, followed by the heat of her blush she knew there was no way she could hide. Nevertheless, she turned slightly into him and very delicately - okay, nervously - kissed him back. It felt nice! Nice in the way that made her wonder why it took him so long to ask her out because they could have been doing this all year! It didn't seem to last for long. At least not that kiss! When their lips parted, she would lightly rub her own together a few times and pull back so she could open her eyes to him and let a smile tug slightly at her lips. Sarah shrugged a bit after a few beats, whispering through a soft laugh.

"I didn't wanna watch the movie anyway."

It was her turn to lean forward and press her lips against his own, experimenting with a bit more pressure and a tiny flick of her tongue to just barely taste his skin. Uncertain if she was being too bold, she guessed she would know if she made an error in judgement based on how he reacted to her closing the distance again!

 

[QuillAndInk]

Andrew felt his heat beating between his ears as his lips pressed against hers. He felt himself growing hard with arousal at the intimate contact too and slowly pulled his lips from hers. Had she enjoyed it? He wasn't sure, but her words made his ears burn. She didn't want to see the movie anyway? He felt hurt at that. He thought he had picked a movie they would both enjoy, but it appeared that he had been selfish in picking the one he was most interested in.

But that didn't seem to bother her too much. She leaned in towards him and pressed her lips against his. She wanted to kiss! This time, though, he felt her tongue press against him. He had been too nervous to try to french kiss her - he knew what it was, had even seen his older sister making out with another girl with a lot of tongue action (admittedly, he had jerked off that night because of it)! - but she seemed to want to kiss him that way.

With his arousal growing harder at the more lewd action, he pressed his tongue past his lips and started to rub it against her tongue. There was something...arousing about the action, rubbing his tongue against hers. The taste of her was nice as well. Unique, even, as her saliva started to coat his tongue. His hand on the side of her face dropped to her shoulder as the kiss intensified. He pressed more firmly against her, enjoying the tongue-on-tongue action.

His hand slid down onto her breast as his lips remained locked with hers. He wasn't entirely aware of his own action, the palm of his hand curving naturally over the shape of her breast. His hand simply rested there, not squeezing or moving, like he was just holding on for balance. He moaned softly against her, breathing through his nose softly. His hand around her shoulders drew her against his chest.

 

[esielle]

Later on, if he mentioned it, she would apologize profusely and let him know that she would have loved nothing more than to sit and watch the movie with him, that she had heard only good things, and it was a good choice. However, if it came down to them sitting there and watching the movie or locking lips as they suddenly were, she would choose the latter every single time! She had, after all, only been fantasizing about kissing him this way and having him hold her close like that since they were partnered up with two other classmates in English to discuss Lord of the Flies in small groups. She sat across from him the entire time and, while she had known him for years, she had only just noticed him when he started to give his thoughts on the story. Sarah found that she liked what he had to say, that she enjoyed the way he expressed himself, and that he had somewhere in their years of going to school together turned out to be good looking in that unassuming way that suddenly took her by surprise in one class period! Thus began her trying to lay hints in front of him that he hadn't picked up on until the end of the year. For someone so confident in academics and unafraid to ask questions, give her opinions, she sure could have done a better job in her personal life!

It was worth the wait though. He had been nothing but sweet to her since they met up and very respectful. Yet she was still nervous this entire time so much so that she couldn't have focused on the movie even if she wanted to. Her thoughts just kept going back to how cute he was, how much she liked him, and what it would be like to kiss him. Sarah didn't think that either one of them would be bold enough to go through with it just yet, but there they were! The first press of his lips to her own was all it took for her to feel more comfortable. When she closed the distance between them again to press her lips against his and kiss him how she had kissed him a thousand times in her head, she felt herself melting into him with the first pass of his tongue against her own. It was definitely new but very nice! She allowed her eyes to flutter closed as his hand dropped down to her shoulder, gladly inching herself into him further at the encouragement of his other arm around her. Funny enough, she sort of had the urge to kick his shin, too, and ask why he waited so long. Now that she tasted him and felt the warmth of his skin, she had it in mind to feel a little robbed of the year they could have had together. Or maybe she should have been as bold months ago as she was being there in the dark of that theater!

When his hand slid down to rest upon the swell of one of her breasts, the question became whether or not she had only just kissed him in her mind. The answer was no. In her mind, they had done plenty of other things that would often make her blush in inappropriate places and mostly at inappropriate times. Her mind was one place and a public theater that had people in it - thankfully not behind them! - was very different. Even so, with the press of his palm against her, her nipple hardened in response and she found herself shifting slightly in being uncertain whether she should be stopping him given where they were or simply enjoying the moment. Since she didn't reach up to remove his hand, she must have decided to hell with those other people watching the movie. One of her hands moved to caress the side of his face as his hand had done moments before, letting her thumb move softly back and forth as she held onto that kiss for as long as she could. When she finally broke it, her breathing had changed, became heavier. She kept herself close, letting him briefly feel the warmth of her breath on his skin before she pulled back slightly and opened her eyes to scan his face. A light smile pulled at her lips, whispering.

"Did you..."

Sarah trailed off and gave a light shrug and an uncertain, nervous sort of smile before she continued.

"....I mean, we don't have to, but if you wanted to we could move to the back row."

Where it was definitely darker and more private. She lifted her brows up and flashed a quick, maybe even a little hopeful, smile.

"Do you want to?"

 

[QuillAndInk]

Andrew felt that little hard bud of her nipple every so faintly against the palm of his hand. Her top and bra cup did much to mask it announcing her arrival, but he found his hand starting to gentle squeeze her perk orb. His tongue continued its untrained dance with hers, swapping saliva in the most pleasant of ways. He had never considered a mouth to taste like anything (other than the remnants of the food that had passed through his lips) so he found it pleasant and arousing that her mouth had a taste to it and it spoke to him as being very...feminine for some reason. It was a hard taste to describe, but he liked it very much.

He felt her body melting against his as the kiss deepened and lingered. Her body pressing pleasantly against his. He was rock hard with arousal though would never have admitted it to anyone. As he held onto her, arm around her shoulders, his other hand pressed to her breast, he became aware of exactly what he was touching - and that she was touching the side of his face. Her touching him at all was pleasant at the least - it felt good, the sign of affection from her, and his hand on her breast responded by squeezing it more firmly.

As she broke the kiss, he thought he may have done something wrong. He felt very awkward, sitting there with his hand on her breast as she looked at him. He bit and chewed on his lower lip as she spoke, heart thumping in his chest, his breathing matching hers. That kiss had been so intense! And so was touching her breast! He blushed at her words.

They were only a few rows from the back, with no one behind them. But it seemed she wanted a bit more privacy. He slowly lowered his hand from her breast and smiled softly. "I...uh...yeah...I do..." He murmurs back, sliding his arm from around her shoulder. He stood up, crouching low to keep a low profile, turning away from her to go down the row of seats to the stairs. It helped mask his erection. He quickly moved up the stairs to the highest row, the last row in the place, far from prying eyes and even darker. He quickly picked a seat and sat down, turning to wait for her.