A Night at the Drive In

When my best friend Angela said her cousin in town from Seattle was cute, I jokingly told her to set me up with him.

Instead of the eye roll I was expecting, she clapped her hands in excitement. “That’s a great idea! He’s suuuuch a catch! You’re going to love him,” Angela exclaimed.

“Won’t he be too busy with groomsmen duties for your brother’s wedding?” I asked. I really hoped he would be.

“We both know that other than having a bachelor party, most men barely show up to their own weddings. Besides, my sister-in-law has already taken care of everything,” Angela continued. “You’ll give Marcus a welcome distraction. I hope he gives you one, too,” she winked.

Two days later, Angela’s cousin Marcus was parked outside my door ready to take me on a date. “I’m here,” he texted. I pretended to take my time stepping out—as if I hadn’t anxiously been looking out the window for the past thirty minutes. When I finally did, Marcus didn’t bother getting out of his sleek black BMW to open the door for me. He merely waved from the driver’s seat and unlocked the door. I didn’t like it.

Was I overthinking this? Had I been out of the dating game so long I was no longer in touch with what is appropriate on the first date? I always thought a man had to at least knock on your door when he picked you up. I wasn’t expecting an expensive bouquet of roses, just some common courtesy. I shook those thoughts from my mind and told myself to enjoy the evening. Angela was my best friend, she wouldn’t set me up with a jerk—and Marcus was not some random man. He was her cousin.

“Hi Carrie,” Marcus said when I finally stepped into the car. “You’re even more beautiful in person than in photos. Nice to officially meet you,” he said, shaking my hand.

Not a hug. A handshake. And a weak one at that. “Nice to meet you too, Marcus,” I smiled.

 

He was tall, dark, and really handsome.

 

It was early—this date still held some promise. Maybe he was just shy. “So, where are you taking me tonight?” I asked, putting my hand on his forearm.

“It’s a surprise,” he simply said. Then he moved his arm away from me and placed it on the steering wheel.

The drive was a drag. He cranked up the music, drowning out any possibility to start a conversation. I looked out the window, wondering where we could possibly be going. Marcus lived in Seattle, how did he know where to take a girl on a date? Did Angela or one of her brothers give him recommendations? Maybe he had grown up here and knew the city well? These were all questions I would have asked if my ears weren’t bleeding from the terrible sound coming out of the car’s speakers.

 

“We’re here,” Marcus finally says twenty minutes later. 

I know this place well—I used to come here a lot with my friends in high school. This would have been a cute place for a first date had Marcus not overhyped the entire evening. We had been texting briefly for a few days to make the arrangements, and whenever I would ask where he was planning to take me, he just said it was a surprise. He said he was taking me somewhere special and that I would love it. I am a simple woman. A simple woman in her thirties. So when he said he was surprising me by taking me somewhere special, I got the impression we would go somewhere other than a drive in movie theater. 

“Great!” I exclaimed with a smile, trying to hide my frustration. Had I known this is where he was bringing me, I would have not worn a black Dolce & Gabbana midi dress and stilettos. I also would not have worn red lacy lingerie underneath. Instead of the confidence I felt when I took that final look in the mirror before stepping out, I felt overdressed and ridiculous. It would have been more appropriate to wear jeans and a t-shirt. I was too distracted by Marcus’s handsome face to realize it at first, but now I noticed he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Why didn’t he at least warn me before I got in the car?

Even though he was dressed in simple, everyday clothes, Marcus was devilishly handsome. His t-shirt was tight at the sleeves, showing off his massive biceps, and his thighs were just the perfect size underneath his jeans.

“They’re showing The Matrix,” Marcus said as we drove in. “Is it okay if we watch that? It’s my favorite movie.”

Finally! I thought. Excited to finally learn something about him. “Of course.” 

Just as we pulled up to the ticket booth, my jaw dropped. Standing inside working as the ticket agent was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall and muscular, his skin a warm olive.

 

His jawline—which very well could have been chiseled by Zeus himself—was decorated by a dark manscaped stubble.

 

He had thick, wavy hair and the most dazzling smile I had ever seen. The ticket agent must have felt the weight of my gaze, because he looked directly at me and I suddenly found myself staring into his honey colored eyes.

A wave of guilt washed over me. I was on a date with my best friend’s very handsome and successful cousin, but I was flustered over the ticket agent. It didn’t matter that the date wasn’t going how I expected, I was here with Marcus and couldn’t allow myself to drool over another man. I quickly broke eye contact and looked down at my hands, but I thought I caught a glimpse of a smile out of the corner of my eye.

“So,” I began thirty minutes into the movie. I tried to give Marcus a chance to start a conversation, but he made no effort. “Tell me more about yourself. What is your life like in Seattle?” I asked.

“My life is good,” Marcus said without looking at me. He was completely engrossed in the movie. “How’s yours?” 

“Good. My life is good…I um, I really like to hike and spend time outdoors, which is why I love living here. I just feel like the air is so clean.” I paused, hoping Marcus would take the bait and ask me a question, or even tell me something about himself. Nothing. I kept quiet for ten more minutes, trying not to talk through the whole movie—it was Marcus’s favorite, after all. Unfortunately, the silence was killing me. “What do you like to do to blow off some steam?” 

“Nothing. I work too much and don’t have time for much else.”

I wanted to ask him more about his job, but that was my only dating rule: don’t talk about work until date number three. It helped me try to see people for who they were and not as what they did for a living.

“What kind of food do they serve at your favorite restaurant?” I asked, getting desperate. 

“Listen,” Marcus began, finally tearing his eyes off the screen to look at me. “Can we talk once the movie is done? I really don’t like talking during movies.”

I pressed my lips and nodded. “Gotcha. Sorry.”

What was his damn problem? He was on a date, or so I thought. Had Angela not been clear enough? Had I not been clear enough? I had been trying to flirt with him all night to no avail. I had dolled myself up and tried my best to look sexy and alluring for our so-called special evening! 

The more I thought about it, the worse it got. Marcus was not a gentleman, he was not nice, and he was not making an effort. Yet here I was, practically throwing myself at him. I felt like such a joke. “Excuse me, I have to find the restroom,” I whispered and got out of the car. Marcus didn’t even look up.

I walked as far away from the black BMW as I could in my stilettos and took out my phone, ready to call Angela and tell her all about how rude her cousin was being, when I saw him.

“What is a lovely lady like yourself doing walking around by herself?” the ticket agent asked. His voice was deep and husky, and it had a slight accent I couldn’t quite place. “Are you not enjoying the movie?”

My entire body felt warm. “The movie is great. I just needed to get some air.”

“Well,” he said, running his hand through his luscious hair, “in that case, I’m glad. Otherwise I wouldn’t have run into you.”

I stood there silent, unsure of what to say. He had the most striking eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips against mine. Instead, all I did was stare.

“Would you like some extra snacks?” he asked. “On the house, of course. I noticed your boyfriend didn’t buy you any popcorn.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I blurted out a little too quickly. He was also right. Marcus didn’t buy me popcorn, he didn’t at least ask if I wanted any. I had been too focused on our lack of chemistry to notice, but now it made me unreasonably upset. “But some popcorn would be nice,” I added, not knowing whether I really wanted the popcorn or whether I just wanted an excuse to hang out with the incredibly sexy man in front of me.

The ticket agent smiled and offered me his arm. “Follow me, then.”

We walked over to the snack booth, where the ticket agent gave me the largest tub of popcorn known to man. He stared into my eyes, holding my gaze as he tugged on my bottom lip with his thumb.

 

He then took a piece of popcorn and put it in my mouth, biting his own lip as he watched me chew.

 

I grabbed a handful of popcorn and held it up to my face, letting the butter run down the side of my arm before sticking my tongue out and licking it off.

He took a step toward me, practically making the space between us disappear. I could feel the heat and the sweet smell of citrus radiating off his skin. He put his hands around my waist and lifted me up in one swift motion, sitting me on top of the counter. This simple act filled me with desire. My body reacted as such, and I felt a deep need starting to form in my stomach and between my legs.

He placed one hand on the base of my neck and leaned forward, pressing his warm lips against mine.

 

I felt his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, his teeth nibbling on my lips, and a wetness starting to pool between my legs as a result.

Was this really happening? Was I making out with a stranger while out on a date with another man? Angela was going to kill me, but I didn’t care. 

He pulled away, leaving me desperate for more. “Can I show you something?” he asked with a glint of mischief in his eye. 

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble?” I didn’t know what kind of policy the drive-in had regarding its employees having make out sessions with customers on top of the snack counter.

“Don’t worry about it,” he winked. “My replacement should be here in five minutes. The booth can stay unmanned for a little while.”

I bit my lip. I didn’t know where this man was going to take me but I didn’t care, and I nodded in agreement. I had barely finished nodding when he put his hands on my waist again and lifted me off the counter just as easily as he had put me on it. Then he took me by the hand and led me toward the projection booth.

The projection booth was on the opposite side of the drive in, and the heel of my stilettos sunk into the grass with every step I took. I was struggling and it was mortifying—not only was I ridiculously overdressed, but I also couldn’t take a short walk because of it. “Sorry,” I said. “I usually don’t stumble around like this.”

He chuckled. “No worries,” he said and then scooped me up into his arms. “I’m sorry it took me so long to fix the problem.” Nothing was more attractive to me than a man ready to help a woman, and the tingling sensation between my legs intensified.

 

This man was turning me on, and my blazing desire was starting to soak through my red lingerie. 

The projection room was much nicer than I expected. It was decorated like the inside of a theater during the golden age of cinema. Velvet drapes framed the windows, a large chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a curved couch was backed against a wall with very intricate wallpaper—I felt I had been transported back in time to the 1940’s.

My ticket agent laid me down gently on the couch. He removed my shoes and started massaging my feet, slowly moving up to massage my legs. Then he pushed my dress up, exposing the lingerie underneath. He pressed his face against my pelvis and inhaled my scent over the thin red fabric of my thong. He moved his face side to side against my pussy, burying his nose as deep as the fabric allowed.

My eyes rolled back with pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to see him naked the moment I laid eyes on him, and now was as good a time as ever. I pulled his uniform shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest and arms. I nuzzled my face in his neck, soaking in the fresh scent of his skin while my hands roamed the hard muscles of his back. 

He stood up and pulled me up with him. I felt the bulge of his penis through his pants as he pushed his body against mine and ran my fingers over it. While his penis was still in my hand, he reached behind me and undid the zipper of my dress and pulled it over my head. 

“I know a Dolce when I see one,” he said quietly as he dropped it onto the floor. He ran his thumbs under the strap of my bra and expertly undid it once they reached the enclosure. It fell alongside my dress, allowing his tongue to flick against my nipples. Soon my entire nipple was in his mouth and he sucked on it gently. Without leaving my breasts unattended, he moved my thong to the side and started rubbing my clitoris. His fingers expertly rubbed it horizontally, vertically, and around and around. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispered and dropped to his knees. Less than a second later, he took my thong off and lifted one of my legs onto the couch. My pussy was slick with moisture, and he easily slipped two fingers inside me. He moved it around and around in circles. In and out. Fast and then slow.

 

My knees went weak from the pleasure and I nearly fell over when he started sucking on my clit while his fingers were still moving inside me.

He got up just as suddenly as he got on his knees and took off his pants and underwear, finally revealing his hard and ready cock. I pushed him hard onto the couch and climbed on top of him. I had never wanted anything more than his cock inside me and slid myself onto his shaft. The fullness of it was so satisfying that my back arched from the sensation.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “You’re so tight.”

Hearing this drove me wild and I immediately started moving my hips, grinding and riding him hard. My breasts jiggled as I moved, and he took them in his hands, squeezing my nipples. I grinded on him harder and harder, causing the coarseness of his pubic hair to tickle my clit. He let go of my breasts and grabbed my ass, helping move my hips harder and harder. He started thrusting into me, and his cock went deeper and deeper inside me. We moved in sync, and his thick cock reached my G spot each time he plunged into me.

I started bouncing on my knees, moving myself up and down his shaft, causing him to release a deep, feral sound from his chest.

 

I felt my ass hit his pelvis each time I moved up and down…up and down…up and down. “Ohhh,” I moaned, close to cumming.

He reached forward, using his fingers to stimulate my clit, and I leaned back to fully enjoy it. I felt my legs quiver before an undulating sensation took over my body from an orgasm so intense it was disorientating.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Then I felt him buck underneath me, his body pulsating as he finished inside me.

I fell on top of him, sweaty and panting. He slapped my ass before wrapping his arms around me. “Let’s do that again,” he whispered in my ear.