by Jamie Knight
“Thank you so much,” she said. “We're going to be in and out.”
We went into the bathroom and waited until he wasn't watching anymore. As soon as we had the chance, we made a run for the theater where the movie was being played. There were only a few people there. Some people were even sleeping. We crawled across the floor so that no one would see us.
“Let's go over to the exit,” Grace whispered to me.
I nodded, but I doubted that she saw me in the dark. We crawled like ninjas over to the door on the opposite side of the theater. Grace pushed it open and propped it open with her shoe. We crawled back out the door toward the lobby and the bathroom. We headed for the front door where the ticket booth was.
“Thank you so much,” said Grace again. “You have no idea how much that helped.”
“No problem,” said the guy, grinning. “Do you need to use a phone to call your parents?”
Grace looked confused for a minute and then remembered the story that she had told him.
“Oh, no that's okay,” she said. “I found my cell. I called them and they're going to come and get us soon.”
“Okay, well, if you want to wait inside, you can wait here in the lobby,” he said.
“No, that's okay,” she said, walking out the door. “We're going to go to the restaurant around the corner. I'm not sure how my parents would feel knowing that we were here considering the type of movie that's played this time of night.”
The guy's cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment.
“Uh...well... you ladies have a good night,” he said, turning to busy himself with something on the counter.
Grace and I walked out, trying to keep our composure. After the door closed, we burst out laughing. We laughed so hard that tears came out of our eyes.
“I can't believe that actually worked,” I told Grace, wiping the tears away.
“Well, it did,” she said, proudly. “Guys never know how to react when you mention anything about periods. Now, let's go around back to the door and watch our movie.”
We went back to the door that she had propped open, retrieved her shoe, and sneaked inside. We were slinking low so no one would notice us and found seats near the back.
The movie was very interesting. It was a story about a French man and a waitress. The man was such a gentleman that no matter how hard the waitress tried to get his attention, nothing ever worked.
Every time he came in, she made sure to make her interest known. But he was always very polite and professional. She figured that it was probably because he didn't want to seem forward at her place of work. So, she invited him over for coffee to her apartment that was nearby.
While at the apartment, she tried all types of things to try to seduce him and it seemed like nothing was working. So, she spilled coffee all over herself on purpose. It was funny how she hopped around jumping. It caught the guy off guard. She told him that she had to take a shower and asked if he would wait to make sure that she would be okay.
In true, gentleman-like fashion, he agreed, waiting nervously in the living room for her. She kept making noises like she was in pain. At one point, she called out to him to bring her some ice from the freezer. He ran hurriedly to grab it, almost slipping on an ice cube that had fallen onto the kitchen floor. He ran into the bathroom and caught an eyeful of her nakedness.
At first he turned away, trying not to look. But then, she told him to look at her. He started to really look at her and got horny. They ended up making love right there in the shower. It made me wonder what it would be like to make love for my very first time. I couldn’t wait. I still couldn’t, to this day—even more so now that I had found the guy to do it with: Bradley.
“My parents hadn't even realized that we were gone,” said Grace now, smiling at the memory. “My mom did ask a few weeks later how the ladder had gotten broken. I told her one of the neighbors must have done it. And she believed it because she had this theory for years that the neighbors secretly hated her.”
“That was the first time that I'd ever seen a movie like that,” I told her.
“Me, too,” she said. “But, it actually gave me an idea that might be helpful for you to seduce Bradley. Why don't you take a shower and make sure that he knows that you're taking a shower? Try to find a way to get him to see you naked. Leave the door open or walk out naked and go past his door. Maybe if he sees you naked, he will get so turned on, that he will throw out any bit of conscience that he may have and things will really get hot between you. You said that he kissed you back, right? If he wasn't attracted to you, he wouldn't have kissed you back. So, maybe this is just the encouragement that he needs to take things to the next level.”
She raised her eyebrows, giving me a playful look.
“I guess it's worth a try,” I said, thinking things over.
I wasn't really sure that it would work, but I remembered that scene in the movie. It was burned in my brain. The way that he let his passion overtake him, overriding anything that might have held him back, was mesmerizing.
The moans and screams of ecstasy from the waitress as he spread her legs, leaned her over, and plunged his hard dick into her wet pussy, not caring that the water was soaking his clothes, made me so aroused. I remembered that after returning home, I had fingered myself secretly in the dark as I thought about it. It had been the start of my fantasies about being fulfilled by the perfect man—and now, I had found him.
“Yeah, it is,” said Grace, smiling like the cat who ate the canary. “Just make sure that you don't spare any details about what happens. If he sees you naked, I'm almost sure that he won't be able to resist.”
Grace was so sure that it would work, it gave me hope—maybe it would.
Grace and I hung out a little while longer before we went our separate ways. On my drive home, I gripped the steering wheel hard, nervous about how things would go.
What if my plan was crossing the line so much that Bradley didn't even want to stay at the house anymore? How would I explain that to my dad? The thoughts were racing, along with my heart, and I almost decided to give up on the whole plan.
But, then I remembered that scene in the movie.
I could be the waitress. I wanted to be the waitress.
Chapter 17
Natalia
I took a deep breath and walked into the house. Bradley was still sitting in the same spot in the living room. He had turned on the TV and was watching an old western.
“How did it go?” he asked, turning his attention to me as I walked in the room.
“It went really well,” I said, walking past him. “I'm just going to take a shower and head off to bed. I'm pretty worn out now.”
“Okay,” he said. “Well, good night. I'll probably be heading off to bed soon myself.”
“Good night,” I said, walking toward the bathroom. I just hoped that he would stay awake long enough for the plan to happen.
After getting settled, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I got the water as hot as I could get it and the steam started to fill the air. I pushed the door closed, making sure to keep it open about a foot. I tried to peek around the corner, to see where Bradley was, but through the cloud of smoke and the darkness of the hallway, I couldn’t see anything.
Well, I could only hope that I put on enough of a show that he will be curious and come take a peek, I thought. I peeled off my clothes one piece at a time, being deliberate with each motion.
After I had taken off each article of clothing and had thrown them across the room, I put my ear to the door to see if I could hear anything. If he was standing out there, he was as still as a statue because I couldn’t hear a sound.
I sighed, frustrated that I didn’t know if my plan was working or not, but I decided to keep with it and see what would happen. I got into the shower and let the hot water cascade down my body.
The water felt glorious as it soaked me from head to toe. I put my head under the shower, feeling the hot stream cove
ring my face. I peeked through the sheer shower curtain to see if I could see a shadow or a body standing in the doorway.
Still nothing.
I tried to think of what I could possibly do to get his attention. He might have already fallen asleep. My heart sunk thinking that he had. But I had already come too far to turn back.
I did the only thing that I could think to do. I started singing loudly. I was not a very good singer and I knew it.
In fact, I had had the terrible experience of having that confirmed at a very young age by a very candid classmate in middle school. I was at an age when puberty was not playing very nice. I was self-conscious about everything. My appearance. My personality. Everything. So, when our music class was preparing a show for a local nursing home, I thought that my voice would blend in enough with the rest of the class that my bad singing would go unnoticed.
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
We hadn't even gotten through the first stanza of You Are My Sunshine before Ricky, the class clown, who conveniently had been standing next to me, turned toward me and gave me a look of complete disgust, like I had puked on his shoulder or something.
“Oh, man! Your voice stinks!” he yelled loudly, plugging up his nose with his fingers and waving his hand back and forth as if he were fanning the air in front of him.
Everyone broke out in loud and obnoxious laughter. I remember being surrounded in a sea of laughing faces and feeling mortified. I ran out of the music classroom and hid in the bathroom.
On the day that we were supposed to go sing at the nursing home, I pretended to be sick and stayed home. I didn't want a repeat of that music class. After that, I made it a point not to sing in public anymore.
And yet, there I was, standing naked in the shower, with the door slightly opened, belting out loud, in hopes that my terrible voice would make Bradley round the corner, wondering what breed of animal might have been dying in the bathroom.
I sang about four songs, peeking out to check if I had acquired an audience. I still didn't see him. I was very disappointed that my plan didn't work. I felt kind of silly thinking that it would have worked in the first place. There was a reason why that waitress movie was a work of fiction. Because the characters in the story acted according to the will of the writer, not the way that they would in real life.
I walked out of the bathroom, completely naked, in the direction of my bedroom, in one last ditch effort to see if I could run into Bradley. I didn't, though. I could hear the drone of the TV blaring loudly from the living room.
I thought back on what I remembered of the movie. I kept going over and over what I remembered, to see if there was something that I missed.
Was it because I wasn't a waitress? Or maybe I was just too young to be trying to seduce someone like I was an experienced sexy woman? Maybe Bradley was on the phone right at that moment with my father telling him what his little girl was up to, and letting him know that he was on his way to the nearest hotel.
My mind raced and my heart beat fast as I turned over all the possibilities of what could have happened. Either way, I had to find out for sure somehow.
I found a sheer yellow dress with red polka dots that I had used as a bathing suit cover up and slipped it on, over my naked body. I didn't bother putting on any underwear.
I made my way to the living room, thinking that maybe I had been overreacting and that Bradley had just fallen asleep in front of the TV.
I almost had a heart attack when I walked around the corner into the living room and found him sitting there, wide awake, staring at the TV with his eyes wide open.
I screamed.
He jumped.
“I know that I must look scary, but sheesh,” said Bradley, clutching his chest. I could tell that he was joking, though. I forced out a laugh as I struggled to calm down myself.
“No, I just thought that you were sleeping and I came in here to turn off the TV,” I said.
“Nope, still up,” he said, looking at me and then back at the TV.
“Anything good on?” I said.
“Just a movie,” he said shrugging.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said.
He seemed very tense. I hoped that maybe watching a movie would help to lighten the mood, maybe bring back that same happy feeling that I felt when we were cooking and enjoying dinner together.
Considering my attempts at seducing him hadn't gone all that well, I could only hope that being near him might spark something.
A girl could hope.
Chapter 18
Bradley
“You know, I like a lot of the new movies that come out, but there's nothing like the classics,” said Natalia, with a sound of nostalgia in her voice that seemed to go beyond her young years.
“Oh really?” I said, genuinely surprised.
Natalia amazed me in so many ways. Besides being absolutely ravishing, she was smart, kind, funny, and interesting. I tried to act nonchalant when I was around her, but she had this way about her, a way that made all my hairs stand straight up. I tried hard to put her out of my mind, to control the excitement that coursed through my body whenever she came near me.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling her thousand-watt smile. “I almost feel like moving from black and white to color made them lose a lot of quality. The old movies were simple, full of life, imaginative. You would think that once they added color that it would have added more dimensions. But, a lot can be said about the value of a good story.”
I nodded with her. Those were thoughts that I had had often. It just sounded weird coming from someone her age.
In the Air Force, the recruits who were her age were into chasing girls, drinking, and doing other dumb things that could possibly put their good standing in the military in jeopardy. And most of them didn't really care. It was obvious that they went into the military, not to protect their country or do good in the world, but as an excuse to have a joy ride on Uncle Sam's dime.
I would get irritated when I saw them rough housing, laughing and joking in their own world, running into people and knocking things over like children. Because, really, that was what they were. And despite Natalia's level of maturity, one that I knew to be far beyond her age, I was riddled with guilt as I sat next to her.
I had done something very bad, something that I knew violated her trust. And if her father knew, it would be the end of our friendship. And I knew it.
I had heard her in the shower. In fact, from the moment that the shower was turned on, my focus and attention was on her and the bathroom. I tried to focus on the TV and get my mind off of the fact that she was only a few yards away from me, naked.
But, I couldn't. I kept imagining her silky smooth skin standing in the shower, her nipples perky and hard from the water pouring over her taut body.
I had peeked around the corner toward the bathroom door and saw that the door was open. My heart leapt up in my chest. Did I somehow push the door open with my mind? I had been thinking about seeing her in the shower so hard, I wouldn't have been surprised if I did.
I sat for a while going back and forth in my mind. I knew that I shouldn't spy on her, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. I had almost convinced myself to forget about her being so close and naked until she started singing. It was the worst singing that I had ever heard. And it was cute.
But, hearing her sing made it impossible for me to just ignore her.
I got up slowly and crept toward the bathroom door, making sure that I was as quiet as possible. I didn't want her to know that I was sneaking up on her, watching her in the shower. That would have creeped her out, for sure.
The terrible singing got louder as I neared the door. I peeked around the open door and saw her standing in the shower through the see through shower curtain. I did. I stared at her beautiful frame in awe. I totally fucking did.
She was more than I had imagined. The way that her back dipped into a perfect curve, her firm, shapel
y ass wagging behind her as she danced to the music that must have been playing in her head, made her even more sexy.
I stood there watching her for a while longer, until she finished singing. I saw her peek her head around the curtain, as if she were looking for something. I wondered if she could sense that I was there.
I thought about what might happen if she saw me.
Maybe she would scream. Maybe she would run to call her dad and tell her about the creepy old man that he had invited to stay in their home.
Or maybe she would like it and it would be the start of a fun and wild night.
I paused, turning that thought over and over in my mind.
I almost stepped out from my hiding place in the dark hallway so that I would have been standing in full view of her in the shower. But, right before I took that step, I stopped myself.
What was I thinking? How could I have thought that this was okay? Not only was it bad enough that I was violating her trust by standing there staring at her, but the idea of catching her off guard and making myself known to her was too much to even imagine.
I tiptoed my way back down the hallway toward the couch, hoping that she wouldn't catch a glimpse of me making my walk of shame away from the bathroom.
And to make things even worse, I sat back down and noticed that I had a giant erection. Right then, I heard the bathroom door open. Shit! I didn't want her to come into the living room and find me sitting there with my penis pointing straight up. Then, she might figure out that I had been spying on her and get uncomfortable.
I looked around to see if there was something that could cover me. I put a blanket over my lap. That didn't work. I only made my lap look like a tent. I jumped up from the couch and started frantically searching for something that would work. I ran into the kitchen, not even sure what I was looking for.
“Eureka!” I exclaimed inside my head, pulling out a big plastic bowl from underneath the sink.