An unexpected bonus...in the theater, a short story by Texas. Date added: 2010-10-21. Times viewed: 7215.
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- Intro: Part 4. I'm lusting after Kyle, my gorgeous co-worker, but am unexpectedly sidetracked by a beautiful blonde bartender. I've recently learned I'm a bit of a slut, but kissing another girl is something I've never tried... F/F kiss, M/F, voy, SoloF
“Here’s your change, and here are your tickets. Enjoy the show!” I complete the last transaction and sit back to relax for the first time in four hours. It’s opening night for a big blockbuster movie and we are completely slammed. The line for the concession stand is wrapped around the lobby, and we have just now emptied a ticket line that had been snaked into the parking lot since the theater opened for the day.
James is sitting next to me in the box office. He came up here to help out once we realized how crowded we were going to be. He’s surprisingly friendly to the customers, considering he has still not ever smiled at one of his employees. I steal a glance at him now and then. His features are very handsome, but he might as well be made of stone. He doesn’t appear to have any human emotions at all.
My bigger interest at this moment is watching Kyle out of the corner of my eye. He’s a bartender here, which is a relatively new thing. We were the first theater in the area to obtain a liquor license and we’ve been serving alcohol for the past few months. Kyle is working with Leah right now, and I’m feeling a little jealous. A new hire of James’s, Leah is a 22 year old blonde goddess, with piercing blue eyes, a lip ring and some really interesting tattoos on her neck and down her arm. Chip and Mike have told me all about their fantasies involving her. Of course, most of those fantasies involve her AND me, which is surprisingly a turn on for me as well. I’m not into girls, but even I have to admit she’s hot. Unfortunately, Kyle seems to be pretty into her right now, too, as they laugh and play off each other while serving drinks. I’m sure I have a pout on my face as I watch them.
“Jealous?” James asks, smirking as he watches me study Kyle. That’s the closest I’ve seen to a smile from that man.
“No. They work really well together, don’t they?”
“Yes, they do,” James says. “And their chemistry is just as hot in the bedroom. Just ask Leah, I’m sure she’d be happy to give you the details.” I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach. Is that why Kyle hasn’t asked me out?
I look quickly at James, but his expression is unreadable. I try to mask my own feelings, but it’s probably too late. “That’s an inappropriate thing to say,” I tell him.
“Oh, you think so?” He looks at me, and I wonder what he’s thinking. I still don’t know how much he knows about me and my recent tryst with the former manager, but I’m on my guard nonetheless.
James stands up next to me and turns quickly, catching me off guard, so that his crotch is in my face and it’s impossible for me to miss the bulge in his pants, especially when he grabs it right in front of me. I turn away immediately, but I’m sure James can tell that I’m flustered. He reaches over my shoulder and pushes a key on my keyboard to run the box office report, which I could easily have done for him if he had asked, and when he moves his hand back he cups my breast and gives it a squeeze. Then he leans down and whispers, “I want you” in my ear. Before I can react, he tears the report from the printer and walks quickly out of the box office.
Oh. My. God. That did NOT just happen.
Mike, the usher/bouncer/teddy bear, steps into the doorway. “Lanie, did that prick just grab your tit?”
Still stunned, I can only nod.
“Dammit. Now we’re gonna have to kick his ass. I hate to break in a new manager that way but he just forced our hand. Let me rally the troops.” He moves off and begins whispering conspiratorially to Chip. I’m slightly comforted by their protectiveness, but can’t help feeling extremely anxious about being felt up by my new manager, not to mention his whispered confession.
Mike has moved over to the bar and gestured for Kyle to follow him to the corner of the lobby. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see them talking, and Kyle’s handsome face instantly changes. A look of murderous rage comes into his eyes, his fists clench, and his biceps bulge. He takes a few steps towards the office, but Mike grabs him and Chip rushes over to help. Between the two of them, they calm him down, talking to him and patting him reassuringly. Kyle is nodding, and his gaze flicks over to me several times with a helpless look on his face. Before I know it, he’s standing beside me in the box office.
“What happened, Lanie?” He asks, his voice tight.
“He stuck his crotch in my face, then he grabbed my breast and whispered something.” I can’t bring myself to say it.
“What did he say?” His voice is shaking now, and when I look at him I can tell he is barely containing himself.
“He said he wants me,” I say, my voice low.
“Damn it! I can’t believe he said that to you.” I’m sure I look as miserable as I feel, because he reaches his hand up to touch my cheek. “Please don’t worry. We’ll take care of it.”
I smile weakly. Kyle seems to waver for a minute, then his resolve breaks. “Damn it, Lanie. I was going to try and stay away from you for a while…you know, give you time to get over Rick, but I just can’t. Maybe this isn’t the time for me to ask, but it’ll make me feel better. Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”
I’m surprised on a number of levels here. First, that Kyle thinks I need time to get over Rick. I don’t know what he thought was going on between us, but our whole fling lasted a week. That’s it. We were hot for each other, the sex was mindblowing, but I was hardly in love with him. It’s been two weeks since he left, and I think I’m already over Rick. Second, I felt pretty sure Kyle was into Leah. I’m glad to see that’s not the case either. Or else she turned him down. Either way, I’m not passing up a chance with him. He’s been the subject of too many daydreams!
“I would love to go to dinner.” I smile at him, and he grins back, looking immensely relieved.
“Where do you want to go?” he asks.
“Oh, I like anything. But I would love somewhere we can linger over dinner. You know. Talk for a long time. Nowhere too busy.”
“Good. We’re on the same page, then. Is 5:00 too early?”
“5:00 is great. Noon would be even better,” I say, just so he knows I’m really looking forward to it. I don’t want him to have any doubts that I’m “over” his uncle.
He smiles, pleased. “I would love to get you at noon, but I have tennis practice. I think 5 is the best I can do, unless you want me all sweaty.”
Without thinking, I say, “I only want you all sweaty if I can get you that way myself.”
I feel a blush creeping up my neck and I’m suddenly very hot. For some reason, Kyle flusters me. And I’m not easily flustered.
Kyle laughs. “Look at you! You even embarrassed yourself on that one. OK, 5:00 it is and the sweating will come later.”
I grin back at him. “So, you’re a tennis player? Do you play for your college? Come to think of it, I don’t even know where you go to school.”
He laughs and tells me he does play for his school, a large, exclusive university about thirty minutes away. “Do you play?” he asks.
“I played in high school. I was decent, but definitely not college level.”
“You’re probably better than you give yourself credit for. We can go hit sometime.”
“I’d love that. You can teach me some techniques. My favorite fantasies involve hot tennis instructors.” And I’m blushing again. What is wrong with me?
“Yeah, well, my favorite fantasies involve you, so we’ll be all set.” He’s grinning at me and watching me very intently. Oh, God. I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. I think maybe I have met my match.
Just then, James’s voice comes over the box office intercom. “Lanie, the projection crew is short tonight and we’re having volume problems in 8. Will you go check it?”
There’s no way I’m going anywhere James tells me to go. I’m about to make up some excuse, when he adds, “Take Leah with you. She’s been wanting to see the projection booths.” OK, buddy system. I press the intercom and tell him we’ll head up there now. Kyle raises an eyebrow at me.
“You and Leah are headed upstairs, huh? Wish I could be a fly on that wall.”
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“You didn’t know? Leah is bi.” I think my eyes must be as big as saucers. Suddenly I’m a little nervous to be going anywhere with Leah alone. Having always been extremely confident in my own heterosexuality, the idea of finding another woman attractive is unsettling to say the least. Kyle chuckles. “At least give me details later. More fantasy material.”
“Wait, how do you know she’s bi?”
“She asked me out her first night here. Well, asked out might be a little too formal. Propositioned me would be more like it. I don’t think she dates, really…she’s more of a booty call kind of girl.”
“OK…so you had your booty call…and it came up during pillow talk that she’s bi?”
Kyle laughs and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You’re cute when you’re jealous. No…I turned her down, of course. It came up that she’s bi when I told her I’m into you, and she said she can’t blame me…that she’s had her eye on you herself.”
“Oh.” That’s all I can say. I’m immensely flattered, mostly because he would turn down that blonde bombshell because of me, but also because she finds me attractive too.
“Then of course, she made it clear that she’d love a three-way if we were up for it.”
My mouth drops open and he laughs again. I’m not quite sure whether he’s kidding or not, but he plants a quick kiss on my cheek and walks away. The last show started twenty minutes ago, so we should be good to close up the box office at this point. I close the door and turn off the lights. Leah is serving a customer with her usual good humor, and I walk over and tell her that James has requested our assistance in the projection room. She seems excited about it, saying that she has always wanted to learn how the projectors work. She takes out two waters, expertly pulls the tops off, and hands one to me. I take a long sip. It’s nice and cold.
“Thank you. I needed that,” I say.
“I could tell. You look hot,” she says.
Kyle is taking a sip from his own bottle of water and suddenly starts to choke. Leah looks at him with feigned innocence, and I can feel my blush creeping up again.
“Don’t pay attention to him, Leah. Mind in the gutter, you know,” I say. “Come on.” I tip the water up and guzzle it, trying to quench this fever of embarrassment that seems to be permanently afflicting me tonight.
The eyes of every male in the lobby follow Leah and me as we cross the room and head upstairs where the projectors for all 10 of our screens are located. I show her where the projector for Theater 8 is housed, and fiddle with the volume until I believe the problem is fixed. She’s not ready to go back downstairs yet, and asks me questions about the technology behind all of the equipment. I know the basics about projection, but it’s not the area I work in, so I’m unable to field all of her questions. I do my best, and we wander around, flirting a little with the projection crew as they go about their business. It’s really hot up here, and after the excitement and stress of the night, I’m starting to feel a little bit lightheaded. I look at my watch. We’ve been upstairs for 15 minutes.
Leah turns to face me and smiles. “You realize everyone will be talking about what we’re doing up here.”
“Yeah,” I say, giggling, mostly because she’s making me a little nervous. She really is beautiful. She takes a step closer to me, and my eyes linger on her full, pouty lips. I suddenly find myself wondering what it would be like to kiss another woman. As if she can read my thoughts, she puts her hand on my shoulder and gently pushes me against the wall. Two of the projection guys are right across from us; if they turn around they’ll see. The idea gets my heart pounding. Leah whispers, “Let’s give them a visual to jerk off to,” then leans in and her lips lightly brush against mine. I close my eyes. She smells really good. Spicy and sweet. A warm feeling spreads over my already overheated body and I shudder slightly as I breathe in her intoxicating scent.
I hear a male voice say, “Oh, fuck,” and I know they’re watching. A thrill spreads through me. Eyes still closed, I feel her mouth again touching mine, and gasp slightly, parting my lips. Her tongue slips in and finds the tip of mine, then travels over my tongue and around the sides. My tongue responds, and we are suddenly kissing fiercely. I reach one hand up and touch her hair, twining a strand between my fingers. Her right hand moves to my breast, softly tracing the outline of my nipple through the light fabric of my shirt. I’m outright dizzy now, and I can feel my body responding, as my nipples harden and the heat and moisture increases between my legs.
She pulls away, breathing heavily, her eyes bright with excitement. Placing her lips next to my ear, she murmurs, “Do you want to be alone with me?” I hesitate for a minute, trying to sort out my feelings. One thing I know about myself is that I get turned on by turning someone else on. Right now I’m getting Leah worked up, and we’re both getting the projection guys horny as hell, so of course I’m turned on. But I don’t think that means I’m bi. I can’t imagine doing anything else with her…the ache between my legs is demanding a man’s attention. Preferably Kyle’s.
“No,” I tell her, honestly. “That kiss was amazing, but I’m pretty much a guy’s girl. I can’t go any farther with you.”
She smiles. “Damn that Kyle,” she says. “You want him, he wants you…I can’t win with either of you. Maybe after you’ve fucked each other good, you can invite me to join you sometime.”
One of the projection guys speaks up. “If you need a man in there, I volunteer my services. Any time…just let me know.” The other one seconds that. We both smile at them, pretty certain that they’ll each be whacking off as soon as we leave. I can feel a blush creeping up my neck for about the millionth time tonight, and I really need to get some air. I grab Leah’s hand and lead her downstairs and back out to the lobby. The doors are propped open and the cool air coming in is a welcome relief.
We walk back to the bar. Leah has a confident swagger going, but I still feel a little shaky. Kyle looks from my face to Leah’s and back. “What have you two been up to?”
“Oh, you know…Lanie was just teaching me stuff,” Leah responds vaguely, avoiding Kyle’s eye but smiling in a teasing way. He looks at me and raises his brow.
“What were you teaching her, Lanie?”
“Ummm…I don’t know that I actually taught her anything. We kind of just messed around, turning stuff on.”
Leah laughs softly. Kyle’s eyes widen. “Damn. I should have gone up there with you,” he says.
“Oh, just ask the projection guys, Kyle. I’m sure they’ll give you a play by play. Just don’t go up there right now. They kind of have their hands full,” Leah says.
We both start laughing at that. Kyle looks visibly tortured and I’m loving it.
As closing time approaches, Kyle gets serious again. He calls over to Chip and Mike, and the three of them knock on the door of James’s office. There’s a nervous knot in the pit of my stomach and I start scrubbing the spotless windows of the box office, just to give myself something to do. After about ten minutes, the door opens back up, and James walks out, with Chip on one side and Mike on the other. Kyle is walking behind him, his mouth set in a tight, grim line. They walk right up to the box office and stop in front of me. James is firmly staring at the ground.
Chip says, “James has something to say to you, Lanie.”
When James looks up, his right eye is red and swollen and his lip is puffy and bleeding a little. His voice shakes with fury. “I apologize for touching you inappropriately and making a remark that you felt was unwelcome. It won’t happen again,” he says, then he turns on his heel and walks away, accompanied by Chip and Mike.
Kyle takes a few steps closer to me, but he won’t look at me yet. He is so tense, he’s shaking slightly, and he’s holding his right wrist and rotating it a little, flexing his fingers.
“Did you do that to his face?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” he says quietly. “He’s lucky Chip and Mike were there, or I might not have stopped.”
“You could get in trouble for that.” I’m worried. I don’t want him to get arrested because of me.
“Nope. Because then you would report him for sexual harassment, wouldn’t you?”
“Absolutely,” I say, but inwardly I’m groaning. I’ve had about enough of this sexual harassment stuff. I’m ready for a manager who knows how to act like a professional around attractive women.
“Hopefully this will be the end of it. He knows to behave himself from now on because none of us will put up with it if he doesn’t.”
I nod and move closer to Kyle, reaching up on my toes to put my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me tight. We stand there for several minutes, too comfortable to move, then Kyle asks, “Have you clocked out yet?” When I nod, he says, “Can I walk you to your car?” I pull out of his embrace and reach into the box office to grab my purse.
It’s chilly outside, typical for early March, and by the time we reach my car, I’m shivering a little. Kyle runs his hands up and down my arms to warm me up, and I smile up at him in appreciation. He reaches out and brushes my hair out of my eyes, then shakes his own hair out of his, leans down and kisses me. His lips are firm but soft, gentle but insistent, as they press against mine. I part my lips just slightly, and he pushes his bottom lip into the gap, holding my top lip between both of his and biting it gently. He presses me against my car door and deepens the kiss, tracing my lips with his tongue, then probing into my mouth. As the tip of his tongue brushes mine, he groans quietly and I feel like I’ve been set on fire. Our tongues explore each other inside my mouth, as his hands move along the curves of my body, tracing downward along my waist, to my hips, then he reaches around me and cups my ass, squeezing slightly as he kisses me harder. We’re both breathing heavy now, and I reach my hands up to his head, running my fingers through his hair and drawing him closer.
Gasping, Kyle finally pulls away. “Damn, girl…what are you doing to me?” He touches my cheek with the back of his hand and shakes his head. I lean my head back against the car and smile at him.
“You’re doing it to me too,” I say. “My heart is pounding so hard right now.” I grab his hand and place it over my heart, which is, of course, conveniently located to give him a sneak preview of one of my best assets. Kyle smiles and closes his eyes, then he leans in and kisses me again, slower this time. Simmering. He finally pulls away, and his blue eyes are smoldering. “We’ll continue this tomorrow,” he says, touching my cheek again, then he turns and walks back to his car.
I drive back to school in a daze. All the teasing and tormenting of the night have added up, and I’m so hot and bothered, I might jump the first guy I see. In theory. In reality, I’m also exhausted, so I drag myself up to my room and collapse on the bed. My roommate, Nicole, isn’t here, and I’m kind of glad because I don’t have the energy to talk, even though part of me would love to tell her everything that happened to me tonight. I quickly slip out of my work clothes and into a big comfortable t-shirt, brush my teeth, wash my face, put my hair in a ponytail, and climb into bed. I’m still turned on from that kiss with Kyle (and even earlier kiss with Leah), and my hand grazes my silk panties as I try to decide whether I have the energy to pleasure myself before going to sleep. Before I can make that decision, the door opens and Nicole spills into the room with her boyfriend, Derek. They are joined at the lips, groping each other as they fall onto her bed. I smile and close my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I don’t want to interrupt.
“Oh, shit. Lanie’s here,” Derek said, noticing me and sitting up. “Want to go to my place?”
“No. It’s too far away. I can’t wait that long,” Nicole says. “She’s asleep anyway. Right Lanie?” I don’t move a muscle. “See? She might as well be miles away. Now where were we?”
They resume kissing. The light is on in the bathroom, and that door is cracked so I could see everything if I wanted to watch. I open my eyes just a slit to take a peek, just in time to get a full-body shot of Derek from behind. Yum. He’s a football player and a beautiful male specimen. They make a great couple. Nicole is a cheerleader too. That’s how we met, and we became instant friends. Her blonde hair and hazel eyes are the perfect complement to my dark hair and green eyes. When we go out on the town together we’re a walking wet dream. Most guys would give a year’s tuition to spend the night in our dorm room.
My thoughts are interrupted by a moan from Derek and a giggle from Nicole. I take another quick peek. He’s laying back on her bed, resting on his elbows, and she’s going down on him. His head is thrown back and his eyes are closed, and there is an expression of rapture on his face that gets me hot all over again. Then he starts talking, and I can hardly stand it. “Oh, fuck, Nicole, you give good head. Take it all in your mouth, baby. Now suck on it. Yeah…suck my cock, baby.” Quietly, I reach down and touch my pussy through my silk panties. The stitched seam above the crotch provides just the right amount of friction, and I press it against my clit.
Then Derek says, “Come here, I need to lick that sweet pussy,” and he’s shifting position. I take a peek, and they’re in 69 mode with Nicole on top. The slurping and moaning sounds are the perfect complement to my clitoris stroking, and I try to control my breathing so they won’t know I’m awake.
Nicole gasps out, “Baby, your tongue is amazing, but I need your big cock inside me.” Then they’re shifting positions again, and I can see Derek positioned over Nicole. He holds her ankles and spreads her legs impossibly wide (she’s still wearing her heels…that’s my girl), and says, “Get ready for it, baby. I’m going to fuck you hard tonight.” He slams into her and she gasps, “Oh, God!” then I can see his ass thrusting as he pounds his cock into my roommate.
At first he’s going nice and slow, and he’s talking to her the whole time. “Nicole, I love your pussy. I love the way it hugs my cock.” And he’s not the only one. Nicole is telling him how hard and long he is, and how their bodies are made for each other. Derek starts grunting loudly in time to his strokes as he speeds up, and Nicole starts to moan. I watch and listen to them fuck as I press my own fingers deeper and move them faster. My panties are soaked under my fingers, and my pussy feels like it’s on fire. Finally, Nicole yells out that she’s cumming and Derek’s ass pumps harder, his thrusts getting more frantic as he tries to join her, and when he yells out “Oh, fuck…oh, FUCK…yes, baby,” I lose it myself, squeezing my eyes shut and clamping my lips down as my whole body dissolves in delicious shivers.
I keep my eyes closed and struggle to breathe normally again. Then Nicole says, “I hope you enjoyed that, Derek. That’s the closest anyone will ever get to a three-way with Nicole Kensington and Lanie Carter.” My eyes fly open and they’re both looking at me with amusement.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. You were so into each other, I didn’t want to spoil anything, and then it was just so damn hot.” I grin helplessly, and I know my face is bright red.
“I’m glad I didn’t know what you were doing over there,” Derek said. “My performance would have been much faster and far less impressive.”
“Oh, you’re always impressive, baby,” Nicole says, kissing him again. Derek grabs the blanket off the bed and wraps it around his hips as he crosses the room to the bathroom.
“You know that’s not really necessary after what I just witnessed, Derek,” I call after him.
“Gotta keep the dream alive, baby…” he says to me with a wink, and closes the bathroom door.
“You are so lucky,” I tell Nicole. “He’s such a great guy.”
“I know,” she sighs, laying down again. “So how was your night?”
“Well, I made out with two co-workers, one male and one female, and got hit on by my manager, who later got his ass kicked by the guy who’s taking me to dinner tomorrow.”
Nicole’s mouth is hanging open. The bathroom door opens and Derek sticks his head out. “Lanie, did you just say you made out with a female?”
I laugh. “Funny how a guy’s ears pick out that one part of what I said.”
“Sorry. Guys can sense girl-on-girl action a mile away. Don’t tell her anything good til I get back there.”
Nicole throws Derek his clothes and he disappears again. “Okay, give me all the details. Don’t leave anything out.”
So I tell Nicole the whole story. Derek returns partway through and gathers Nicole onto his lap, then he listens to me just as intently as she does. I’m thankful for good friends who are appropriately impressed, horrified, and excited at just the right moments.
“So, Kyle is picking me up tomorrow at 5, after he finishes tennis practice.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…tennis practice?” Nicole asks. Nicole also plays tennis, so I figured she’d be excited about that.
“Yep. Dating a tennis player.”
“And you said his name is Kyle.”
“Yes…” Not sure where this is going.
“Not Kyle Seaton, by any chance?” she asks.
Oh, shit. If he’s Nicole’s ex, I’m going to die… “Yes…why, do you know him?”
“Oh. My. God. Lanie!” Nicole gets up and goes over to her desk. She thumbs through some papers, and then she’s tossing a magazine on my bed. Tennis Magazine. I sit up and look at it.
On the cover is an action shot of Kyle on the tennis court with the caption “America’s Rising Star.”
I’m dating a superstar tennis god. And I had no idea…
(to be continued…)
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