He looks towards the front of the line and sighs, turning back to her he smiles and shrugs his shoulders.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it would be such a big deal, we should have left when you wanted to.”
“It’s okay, we’ve still got fifteen minutes before the movie starts, and there will be at least ten minutes worth of trailers and shitty advertising after that, so we should still make the start,” she replies with a smile.
He shuffles his feet and digs his hands in his pockets and stares at the ground, “I really wanted tonight to be special, I mean, we’ve been going out for three weeks now and I really like you.”
“I really like you to Jerry, it’s been great, you don’t need to be sorry, and it’s special because we’re here together.”
“Yeah, I guess, it’s just, I wanted tonight to be like extra special.”
“Yeah, I thought maybe, if we had a good enough night, we might, you know get to fool around a little, you know, hit a few homes runs.”
She laughs, “Are you talking about sex?”
“Well, yeah, I guess, I mean, we’ve know each other for six months, we seem to get on pretty well, and we’re more than just casually dating, I thought, you know, maybe we could ramp up some of the off field fun.”
She laughs again, “Do you reference everything to do with sex into sports analogies?”
“Yeah, I mean, no, god, I knew I should have just gone for the grope during the film,” he says as his cheeks go red.
“Jerry, why rush something? Don’t you want to be sure we’re compatible before we start getting all our bits involved?”
He looks up at her and frowns, “Are you saying you don’t think we’re compatible? Is that why we haven’t even kissed yet?”
She laughs, “You haven’t even tried, sometimes you don’t need to ask, when the moment is right you just do it,” he leans in and quickly kisses her and leans back away, he blushes some more and she giggles. “I don’t think that was the right time Jerry,” he says as she grabs his hand out of his pocket and grips it tightly. “How about this, we can hold hands and see how that works for now, and then move up to the other stuff as it progresses?”
“Yeah, but, I really want to have sex, I think about you constantly, I’ve even masturbated to you a few times, actually a lot of times, heaps before we started dating, and, well, I just think it would be fun.”
She giggles, “I think you just gave me too much information, I’ll make you a deal, how many times a week do you masturbate?”
“A few I guess.”
“How many times is a few?”
“Ten or eleven times,” he says as he looks at the ground.
“Okay, if you can stop masturbating for three weeks, I’ll let you kiss me, if you can hold it in for four weeks, I’ll let you feel me up, and if you can hold off for six week, I’ll let you do whatever you want,” she says with a cheeky smile.
“Six week, think you can last?” she says.
“I can sure as hell try,” he says with a wide grin.
Five hours is all he lasted, just so you know, as soon as he was home alone, but he told her the truth and in the end, that sealed the deal better than a kiss.