EroticReverie

The drive in always shows three movies, the first is always kid friendly, and tonight it’s the new Dumbo movie. I feel my heart pull a little, it was one of my favorites when I was little, after Beauty and the Beast of course. Jackson doesn’t know that, so it’s not like he scheduled the showing on purpose. But it still makes the date even better than it’s been.  The second movie will be a basic rom com and tonight they’re showing a movie I actually have been wanting to see, and one that just came out. An enemies to lovers, and office enemies romance. I smirk to myself thinking to myself of Jackson and I. The last one will be a horror movie, I’ve seen the previews, some doll haunts the house, people die…who watches this stuff?  I hate horror movies, but don’t tell Jackson this, because I don’t want him to think he’s ruined his perfectly planned date. And it’ll give me an excuse to neglect the no touching rule when I have to hide in his arms because I know i’ll refuse to look at the screen.

He lets me start the film, and is standing behind me, careful to try and obey his made up no touching rule as he leans down putting his chin on my shoulder. He gives a quick kiss to my shoulder and I start the movie and the projector flashes onto the giant screen and the movie starts. I giggle hearing the clapping of the people sitting in their cars, or on the beds of trucks. There’s a window to look out onto the lot and I stare out watching all the cars probably full of teenagers already making out. I smile that my first drive in experience with a guy, involves being in the actual room where the movie is projected. Not in an uncomfortable front or back seat, which, I still sort of wish I was experiencing anyways. I feel like it’s the cliche teen fantasy. Next time I think to myself. I’m sure Jackson wouldn’t object to making out anywhere I asked him to.

His mouth is back on my shoulder and kissing i softly, along towards my neck.

“You’re a natural” he says as the film rolls through. I giggle a little.

“Thanks” I say tilting my head to the opposite side from where his mouth is laying the sweetest kisses on my flesh.

“Mmm” I moan as quietly as I can. “That feels nice” I say as his mouth kisses up my neck, and I shiver feeling his nose push warm air against my ear as he kisses right behind my ear.

I feel his arms wrap around my waist, I can feel his urge to put his hands on me and I smile and close my eyes as his tongue graces my skin again, the soft wet delicious tongue of his. I hold my hands on his arms around me as his tongue drags back up and kisses below my jaw line. I feel the fire burn inside of me, i feel my skin prickle with goose bumps as his teeth gently play at my neck.

“oh god” I moan as he sucks my skin then moves his mouth back down, making every inch of my body yearn for his tongue, his warm lips.

I lean my head back and turn it and see him smile as my eyes look at him, my lids heavy with lust again. He puts his mouth to mine and kisses me. I feel his one hand move to hold my face, and I turn in his arm to face him and kiss him slowly.

“Do you fuck as good as you kiss?” I ask quietly, this gets a groan out of him and his hands disobey his rule, as the one slides to my ass grabbing it pulling me further into him, the other up in my hair, and I can feel my bun coming undone as he pulls at a fist full of hair. I squeal as my head tilts back and his tongue is going down my neck.

“How dare you talk like that during a childrens film Audrey” he grins after his tongue licks back up my neck and his kisses my lips.

He raises an eyebrow. “But to answer your question…I hope my fucking skills” he emphasizes the word fucking. “surpass my kissing skills”

“Impossible” I say with a smile and kiss him mouth again, our lips pushing against one anothers.

“Did you want to watch the movie, or torture ourselves?” he asked with a smile pulling back.

“you’re the one that insists on torture.” I remind him.

He grins. “you’ve gotta NEED it Audrey” he reminds me.

I roll my eyes. “Yeah…you said that already” I say and he quickly grabs my chin, firmly but not hard.

“Roll your eyes at me again” he warns with a devilish smile.

I bite my lip. “I forgot” I say.

“that’s four…you’re really racking them up aren’t you? Did you not want to be able sit at all this week?” He threatens playfully.

I shrug. “I plan on being on my back for most of it anyways….or…bent over..” I trail a single finger down the middle of his shirt. “Or…on top of you.” I raise my eyebrow and grin. He grabs at my finger with his hand, and I giggle as he holds the finger in his fist.

“Hands to yourself ma’am” he says with a smile.

“We can always get the spankings out of the way now.” I suggest with a mischievous smile.

He shakes his head. “No touching.” he said.

“Is that why your hand was just on my ass?” I counter.

He narrows his eyes. “Don’t rub my momentary weakness in my face” he smiles after and so do I.

He grabs my hand. “C’mon” he says and pulls me towards a corner in the room, that has a ladder.

“What?” I laugh as he gestures to the ladder.

“up” he points to the ceiling and I see there's a square opening, as if there might be an attic, but I know there’ not, because the little building is only one story.

“On the roof?” I ask while giving him a look.

He smiles. “Yeah….the roof.”

I shrug and start to climb, which isn’t easy in my heels.

“Careful!” he says as my shoe slips on one of the rungs as I push the top hatch open. His hand pushing up against my ass.

“I am!” I say as if I’m a child being scolded. “You just wanted to touch my ass” I say looking down at him as his hand is still there.

He shakes his head. “Well…I always want to…but no….you’re clumsy…” he said with a teasing smile.

“Am not!” I say and continue to climb up the ladder, focusing on my footing, and climbing out onto the flat roof.

I smile as I hear him climb up out of the hatch behind me.

He’s laid out a bunch of blankets, piles actually, and pillows. It reminds me of being a kid. Building a fort, or being up in a tree house. Even though it’s just a bunch of blankets on the middle of the little roof. It still feels like he’s taken me to a secret hideout. I crawl over to the blanket and sit on my knees as he stands up to walk the few feet. He’s looking down at me and I’m smiling wide.

I run my hand over one of the softest of the blankets and pat it.

“Cmere” I say and he smiles and leans down and then lowers himself beside me.

“You know…if you spoil me like this…I might come to expect it” I say teasing.

He nods once. “That’s alright….I told you…whatever you want”

I stare into his eyes wondering if he’s feeding me lines, wondering if he’s just giving me the full romance package, so he gets a better pay out later when we have sex.  But I have to think that it’s not, because he’s smiling at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.

I feel myself blush. I can’t think of anything smart to say and he leans in, smiling as he brings his lips to mine and I kiss him back softly.

My eyes flutter and then open slowly as he pulls away smiling and grabs a blanket and pulls it around us both as we sit next to one another and start to watch the movie, his arm around me, pulling me as close to his side as he can. I smile and turn to him. He grins and turns his head and whispers.

“Watch the movie Audrey” he says and I laugh quietly.

“Yes sir” I say and turn my head.

But even as I stare at the screen, I can’t focus, I’m watching it but not retaining anything because all I can focus on are the slight movements he makes, that cause even the slightest bit of his body to move against mine. All I can think about is wanting to kiss him and paw at him, and make out with him till our lips hurt.

“This was one of my favorites when I was little” I whisper. Deciding to try a conversation since I can’t focus on the movie.

“Mine too” he says still looking at the screen, his head only slightly turning when he answers me.

He reaches over into a small cooler behind the pile of pillows and pulls out a mini bottle of wine and a beer. He turns.

“Beer or wine?” he asks. “I brought a few of both…there’s water too if you prefer..”

“Alcohol…during a childrens film?” I fake gasp and my fingers over my mouth. He laughs.

“Which one brat?” he asks and I giggle quietly.

“What I want isn’t in that cooler” I say, he misses the insinuation.

“Well I can go to the snack stand and..” he catches my smile and little giggle.  “Oh…” he says and shakes his head. “So dirty…tsk tsk…let’s try to get through at least ONE of the movies dirty girl” he says wagging a finger at me.

I reach for the beer. He smiles.

“Beer huh?” he gives a look of surprise.

“Wine makes me sleepy” I say, to which he nods. I twist the cap off and he grabs a bottle of beer as well and takes his off and clinks our bottles together. I laugh.

We huddle under the blanket, and I’m still barely able to focus.

“I have to warn you…I might cry when the circus entertainers are mean to the mom” he says and takes a sip of his beer.

I turn my head. “No you won’t” I say with a little laugh.

He nods and shrugs.”Probably not. But i used to everytime when I was little.”

This adorable admission drives my hormones even more crazy.

“that’s adorable” I say giving a little pouty lower lip to him. I raise my hand a wipe a pretend tear from his cheek. He leans away.

“Are you make fun of little Jackson? how dare you! I was a sensitive child!” He whispers loudly , pretending he’s offended.

“I’d never” I shake my head and he turns to look back to the screen with a smile.

“Dumbo is cool as hell man” he says and takes another sip of his. I smile wide and he doesnt see it. I feel my heart start to pile all these Jackson tid bits into it, the little things that will make it hard for me not want more than just a date and a night of sex.

“He is” I say in agreement and turn my head to watch the movie taking another sip of my beer.

After about 5-10 minutes Jackson leans into me nudging me.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks.

I turn my head to look at him. “Yea..what?” I ask.

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend already?” he asks.

I shrug. “Just haven’t dated this year really” I said.

“But you had a boyfriend before this year?” he asks.

I nod. “I’ve had a few.”

“And?” he asks.

I laugh a little. “And what?”

“Well what happened?” he asks.

I look at him wondering why he cares to know.

I shrug. “Just…I don’t know….well…” I say and pause to take a drink of my beer.

“My first two boyfriends cheated on me” I say.

“Fucking idiots” he says under his breath and I smile and give him a look.

“It’s alright…one ended up in juvie, the other knocked up his next girlfriend…” I say.

“They did me a favor” I say with a laugh. Jackson’s eyebrows raise.

“I guess they did” he says taking a sip of his beer.

“Any serious ones? First love?” he asks

I look at him. “A few serious ones” I shurg. “I definitely thought I loved them…” then I shake my head. “but no..looking back..definitely didn’t love them” I say.

“Why not?” he asks. I give a smile and a smirk.

“Why do you want to know all this?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I’m curious.” he says taking another sip, emptying his beer bottle.

“And I get to grill you after?” I ask.

“Of course” he says.

I smile and raise an eyebrow and sigh. “Alright then.” I wrap my mouth around the bottle and take another drink and hand him the bottle that has  few more mouth fulls in it, but let him put it with his empty.

“I was just a girl…who was excited to have a boys attention…so I definitely thought I loved them…but….they were just…fun…ya know? Like the mandatory middle school highschool boyfriends a girl is supposed to have…to teach her lessons of pain and heartbreak and all that junk…” I say.

“They broke your heart?” He asks and the look on his face I cant tell if he’s sad for me, or angry,or both.

I shake my head. “They hurt my feelings. I thought I was heart broken….but..maybe it was more about pride…I dont know…but I know I didnt love them. At least not…the type of love that’s meant forever. The…I cared about them kind of love…ya know?” He nods.

“Yeah, I get it” he says.

“When was your last relationship?” he asks, as if I’ve had so many years of dating experience.

I  laugh a little at my own thought. “Last summer….we dated three months…it was fun…”

“fun?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Yea” I say laughing. “Fun. A summer fling” I shrug.

“so you boned all summer” he adds.

I laugh. “Something like that” I say and I watch him lick his lips.

“Stop looking at me like that” I say and push him with arm, nudging into him.

He chuckles slightly and straightens back up.

“So what happened to the summer fucker?” he asks and I laugh.

“He went off to college…and we knew we weren’t made for each other….so…we didnt want to continue to have “fun” long distance” I laugh. “Plus I imagine, going off to college, boys fuck everything they can anyways” I say.

He laughs.

“Well?” I say.

“Well what?” he asks.

“Did you fuck everything that moved when you went off to college?” I ask.

He laughs. “Not…everything” he says and I laugh with him and shake my head.

“Slut” I tease.

He shrugs. “I was about that ho life” he says jokingly.

I let out a laugh. “I bet.”

“It’s college….I didnt have a girlfriend…so…why not?” he shrugged again.

“Fair enough.” I say with a laugh and I reach down my legs and slide of my shoes one at a time.

He grabs them and moves them to the side for me.  I smile, and then lift my outer leg over my leg closest to him, and turn slightly running my legs up and down against his with a smile.

“How many girls?” I asked.

Now he rolled his eyes, at me.

“we’re sharing numbers? Is that what we’re doing?” he asked

I shrugged. “You dont have to…just curious…” I asked.

“Enough” he said.

“more than ten?” I ask.

“More than ten” he says.

“More than twenty?” I ask.

He clears his throat. “Watch the movie Audrey.”

I give a small fake gasp. “More than twenty…oh my goodness Jackson…does your dad know about this?” I tease.

He turns his head and gives a sarcastic laugh.

“I wouldn’t judge you..” I say. “You having a high number would make sense”

He gives a puzzled look. “Why?”

I give him the “really?” look. “Because you’re fucking Jackson Barnes.” I say.

“Aaand what’s that mean?” he asks, not offended but just curious.

“You’re hot.” I say.

This makes him smile which turns into a grin. “OH really? You think I’m hot?” he asks.

I stick out my tongue, mindful not to roll my eyes at him.

“Yes.” I say. “And you know it”

He nods. “I do.”  

I laugh.

He shrugs. “I just never knew YOU thought so”

I narrow my eyes studying him. “I didn’t know I thought so either until recently. I was too busy wanting to strangle you..” I say and this makes him laugh a little too loud and someone from a car shushes him. I giggle and cover my mouth.

“Sorrrrrry” he whispers quietly rolling his eyes with an attitude so the person can’t hear him. “I’ll turn this movie OFF pal!” he shakes his fist pretending to threaten the person.

I laugh. “Oooo so tough….gonna make a bunch of kids cry by turning off Dumbo” I tease.

He looks at me. “Maybe i will” he smiles and then grins, and pulls at the blanket, pulling it from around me and then grabs me and I squeal as he pulls me down onto the blankets, and he pulls the blanket over us, with  our heads resting on the pillows he set up.

“This won’t be good for your rule Jackson.” I say looking at him as he smiles at me.

He shakes his head.

“no. it won’t be, will it”