"What's wrong Andi?"
"Fucking waiter... Sorry. I just wish people would start noticing that I'm more than just a pair of tits." You feel a twinge of guilt but then she turns and stops. She looks into your eyes, and you feel strangely drawn to her. The look of anger and frustration still is on her face, but she is looking right at you.
"Did you ask me to give you a tour because of my breasts?" You shake your head no, and she looks at you, obviously skeptical.
"I'm not going to lie, Andi; I noticed. But you were so nice. If it was driven purely by sex, I'd have asked Sarah. She wouldn't have noticed, anyway." While that should probably piss Andi off, your little joke makes her laugh, and she shakes her head. She grabs your arm as you walk towards her car.
"What kind of movie do you want to see. Something romantic, or something scary. No action movies, please. So few of them are any good."
"Do you like scary movies?" you ask. Andi laughs at the reference.
"Um, yeah. Horror it is, then." You smile and both of you get in the car. You do your best to avoid looking at Andi's tits, though once again, the effort seems Herculean. But talking to her is easy, and her personality is on the whole light and engaging. She tells you some interesting jokes, and when you get to the theater, you are both laughing pretty intensely.
You pay for the movie because she was nice enough to drop the cash for dinner. You also decide to share a tub of popcorn (it's too expensive not to, for crying out loud!).
As you settle into the theater, you notice that the place is almost empty. You realize that there are four people in there, one couple, and two individuals, in addition to yourselves. Andi pulls you to the back of the theater.
"I love sitting in the back and watching everyone else jump," she tells you. The theater is new, and the seats are very comfortable. In addition, the rest between the two seats lifts up to make for one really big seat. |