Chapter 40: The Show Must Go On.

Leonardo’s POV

I stood outside of the cinema checking my watch for the seventh time in as many minutes. Face it, Leo, I told myself, she isn’t going to show.

I was hovering in the foyer of the local multiplex cinema, in my shirt and jean trouser with white sneakers. I looked like someone who had been stood up by his date. Which I was.

I flipped open my mobile, telling myself that maybe I hadn’t heard it ring when she called to leave a message for me, which she must have done, if she’d had to cancel. If some kind of emergency had occurred. But there were no
messages.

It was Saturday night and this was a popular movie. And, 2 of course, just to rub salt into the wound, the audience was mostly couples.The film was due to start in five minutes. I had a choice. I could go home, feeling sorry for myself, and get drunk.

Or call a friend, and get drunk. Then again, I could always go in and see the film on my own.

It wasn’t something I’d ever done before. I imagined I’d feel self-conscious, like when you’re in a restaurant eating alone. In which case, I always took a prop, like a book or my laptop. I’d picked up the cinema’s free Coming Attractions magazine but I’d read that twice just waiting for her.

Why was I so hung up about seeing a film alone? God, I was a grown-up man. I’d suggested we come to the cinema because I really wanted to see this film. I’d been looking forward to it (and the sex which would have followed). Of course, I could always wait until it came out on netflix, I supposed.

Relieve my frustration with my favourite vibrator. I watched as the last of the queue dwindled and people disappeared into Screen 1, the really huge screen with Dolby surround sound. It would have been fun.

Damn it, I wanted to see whether there was going to be a happy ending in the film.

“One Please.” I said, thrusting a ten pound note at the bored looking teenager in the box office.

Probably doing a weekend job while he was finishing his A-levels at school.

“Uhm, we only have a few seats left. Where do you want to sit?”

I wanted to sneak in and sit at the back, unnoticed. When I was sixteen, you could sit where you liked in the cinema and preferably at the back with your mates so you could mess about, and have a snog and a fumble. I hated having to choose my preferred position from a computer screen.
“What about in the middle of this row?” he suggested. I looked at it and looked around hoping to still see Aurora, but she was still no where in sight.

“Where is she?” I thought to myself as I looked around the cinema.

I nodded at the teenager, taking my change and ticket. "Middle row, thanks." I muttered, scanning the cinema lobby once more for a glimpse of Aurora's curly brown hair or bright smile. We had planned to meet here at 4:30, and it was already 5:10.

As I walked into the dimly lit cinema, the previews were playing on the screen. I made my way to the middle row, awkwardly squeezing past a couple holding hands. The seats were narrower than I remembered, or maybe I'd just grown wider.

I settled in, trying to focus on the screen, but my mind wandered. Where was Aurora? Had she stood me up?

I glanced either side of me. I was between a girl snuggled up to her boyfriend, her tousled blonde head resting blissfully on his shoulder, and a guy in a light
coloured shirt and dark jeans.

Trying not to fidget unduly and further annoy those who were already comfortably settled, I sat down and discreetly adjusted my shirt.

As I settled in, the guy to my right glanced over, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before returning to the screen. I felt a faint spark of awareness, but quickly dismissed it, my mind still preoccupied with Aurora's tardiness.

The couple to my left was completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to my presence. They whispered sweet nothings, their hands intertwined. I felt a pang of loneliness, wondering where Aurora was and why she was late.

The previews ended, and the main feature began. I tried to focus on the movie, but my mind kept drifting back to Aurora. Had she forgotten? Was everything okay?

Just as I was starting to get anxious, I heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the cinema, followed by the faint rustling of fabric. I turned to see Aurora slipping into the empty seat beside me, her apologetic smile illuminated by the screen's glow.

"Sorry I'm late," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear.

I raised an eyebrow, relieved but also curious. "Where were you?" I whispered back.

Aurora leaned in, her voice barely audible over the movie's dialogue. "I'll tell you later."

Her cryptic response piqued my curiosity. What could be so important that she'd risk being late for our movie night?

As the movie continued, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Aurora seemed distant, her usual sparkle dimmed.

The movie started at a bit where our poor heroine has been buried alive in a coffin, with seemingly no way of escape when I felt something brushing against my ankle.

I ignored it at first hoping the cinema didn’t have a rodent problem, but as it continued I peered down to see that Aurora who was sitting next to me moved her legs across so that her foot was touching mine, her toes lightly brushing against my ankle. It was an intimate gesture, one that sent a shiver down my spine.

I glanced over at her, but her eyes were fixed on the screen, her expression unreadable.

The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Was this a deliberate move, or just a careless gesture?

I carefully shifted my foot away and decided to ignore it. My focus returned to the screen, and nothing further occurred.

But, after a while, I felt the slightest of pressure against my calf, so slight as to be almost imperceptible, which made me doubt the sensation.

My eyes dropped down and I saw that her leg was touching mine, creating an interesting sensation against my skin.

Hmmmmm. I wondered what to do next. Aurora and I had been a bit distant recently due to Alessandro’s annoying involvement. So I couldn’t understand what was making her do what she was doing and honestly, it was turning me on.

So I allowed myself to savour the sensation a little longer. When her hands got to my thighs, I wasn’t surprised.

The gentle pressure of her hands on my thighs sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't believe this was happening, especially after the distance we'd maintained lately. Alessandro's influence had driven a wedge between us, but now, it seemed, Aurora was bridging that gap.

Her touch was tentative, exploratory, and I sensed a mix of hesitation and curiosity. I remained still, letting her set the pace, as her fingers traced the curve of my thighs.

The movie continued, a distant hum of dialogue and music, but my focus was solely on Aurora's touch. It was electrifying, sparking a desire I'd suppressed for far too long.

Suddenly, her head leaned against my shoulder, her hair tickling my skin. I felt her warm breath on my neck, sending tremors through my body.

"What are you doing, Aurora?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Her response was a soft, almost inaudible whisper: "Making up for lost time."

Her words sent a rush of excitement through me.

Her touch was incredibly light and gentle, as if she was stroking the most precious velvet, sending little tremors through me. Although I could see the screen, hear the brilliant soundtrack, the great music, the witty dialogue, I was also in a parallel universe which consisted of pure physical sensation.


As her fingers moved, she could sense my arousal and perfectly judged when and how to step up the action.

Then I moved my hand slowly, inexorably, up her thighs and under the hem of her flimsy skirt.

Then I stopped, as if unsure of whether it was safe to proceed.

I was turned on. Big time!

I breathed deeply, audibly and so I moved my hand further and higher until I could feel the tips of my fingers caressing the inside of her thighs; her pussy lips already moist, tantalisingly close.

I found the thin fabric of her lacy thong, pushed it to one side and then realized she was shaved completely.

Then I found her opening, slipping inside while my thumb stroked her clitoris. She stared ahead, unable to bring herself to look at me.

Normally, she would have been groaning loudly by now but having to stay quiet, to pretend that she was fully engrossed in the film, heightened the excitement, the illictness, the sheer naughtiness of what I was doing.

It was our secret. Then when I continued to minister to her wet pussy in this manner, I felt she would come any moment from now and almost as soon as i continued, she did come. Suddenly, blissfully and sliently.

I took her hand and placed it carefully on my lap. My cock, was hard as a rock.

When the film ended, I wasn’t sure whether I should tell her we should continue this somewhere else or should just head back to the pack. I was a bit embarrassed. I didn’t know what to expect. Except I knew I was curious. I was also feeling randy again.

Then the lights went up and it was my chance to look at her. She smiled and I smiled back.

“Uhm….do you want to go somewhere before we head back to the pack house?” I asked in a deep smoky voice.

She nodded. “Yes.”

Together, we walked through the crowds into the foyer. “I know a place very close by,” I said, taking her hand. Walking down a corridor I whispered,

“Wait here.”

I disappeared into the men’s toilets, to use the rest room. While I was in there, I could feel my body boiling with desire and I knew I couldn’t wait to get to that place before I explode.

So I looked around making sure there was no one but me inside the rest room and so I went out to meet her.

I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into one of the cubicles. She opened her mouth to protest, but I whispered,

“Shhhhhhh. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I can wait until we get back to that place.”

Pushing her against the partitioned wall, I knelt down between her legs, lifted her skirt, ripped off her soaking wet thong and started to tongue her.

While she was still reeling, her legs shaking, I rammed my rigid cock into her waiting, very open pussy.

She gripped me like a vice, until I exploded inside of her, at which point we both placed a hand over the other’s mouth as we came, desperate not to be discovered.

We heard several guys come in and go out during the next few minutes and when the coast was clear, we crept back into the corridor like a couple of naughty teenagers.

Outside the cinema, we stood in silence for a moment. I broke the stillness. "Hope you had a lovely evening, Aurora."

She nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Well... it's not over yet."

I smiled, hinting at the night's possibilities. "Very true. You know what I want to do right now?"

Aurora's curiosity was piqued. She shook her head. "No, I don't."

I stepped closer, my voice low and inviting. "Let's go have some good old-fashioned sex. In a bed. With no noise restrictions."

Aurora's lips curled into a sly smile. "Sounds good to me. By the way, what did you think of the movie?"

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